THE WOLF PUP

The past fortnight since he'd first lain with the Queen was like something out of green-boys fantasy, heated and hectic and dangerous.

Many a evening he would return to his chambers to find a sheet of parchment penned in the Cersei's own hand placed under his door, inside of his trouser pockets or if she were feeling particularly bold, she would deposit them into his hands in passing. These secret missives were usually in few words and extremely vague, The tower or My chambers or his personal favorite: Tonight.

The first evening he received the message bearing but a single word, he must have walked the entire castle looking for her until he eventually gave up, returning to his chambers to find his Queen, standing in the shadows waiting for him. From that night onward, he took the meaning that 'tonight' was code for finding him in his rooms after dark and waking the castle.

Each time she would come before him, modestly dressed and unadorned by her silks and jewelry, as to draw less attention. This incidentally made removing her clothing much simpler, though assisting her into her clothing was still a burden, covering her beauty for another day or two.

Some might have argued that she was not as beautiful without her flowing silks and baubles, though Jon was not of this opinion; he found that his Queen had a natural beauty, one that shone brightest when framed by simplistic design. In fact a Jon found her ravishing in her simple gowns, hair cascading loosely over her shoulders and just above her bosom, an almost teasing gesture, her beautiful flaxen tresses framing an incomparably beautiful face.

His thought tended to drift to Cersei more often than not these days, especially before they were to meet. Thus his thoughts were plagued by his Golden Queen as he stood outside of the Broken Tower, waiting for her arrival. They were to meet here during the day, as most of the castle's men had joined the King's hunt along with Lord Stark, leaving the women to their gossip and sewing, while the children would play.

Jon had not joined their party, having caught a rather harsh chill the evening prior, causing illness and fatigue. Though it was no real loss to them, for the King should not suffer a lowly bastard such as himself.

Of course this was all just an excuse to steal away with his love. Though she is not your lady, a small voice within him chided. He pointedly ignored his more rational side, instead choosing half truths, she loves me, she gave herself to me.

The voice spoke true; she would never belong to him, always to the king, always to another. They would never walk under the sun together, though they had walked the Glass Gardens on many a sleepless night. She would never speak his name in the presence of others, though alone in the howling winds of the broken keep, she would roar it like her family words suggest.

So drawn into his thoughts, he almost missed the sound of stiff grass and snow crunching under light feet, the sound of someone not used to the snow and frozen foliage of the North. He knew who it was, though he humored her, letting her soft hands caress his eyes.

"Guess who." She said, the smile on her face clear in her voice as she nibbled his neck. She was in a playful mood today and he would indulge her antics.

Jon feigned ignorance, shifting his head from side to side in mock confusion. "Might you be the maiden, with your voice so fair?" He waxed poetic, pulling one of her hands away from his eye, bringing it to her lips, kissing the palm.

He turned back to look at her. Beautiful. He then looked around, assuring himself that none had followed either of them, then he lead her into the tower. Again, they crept up the stairs over and under broken beams and passed broken walls until they finally reached their sanctuary.

He looked around the room, staring at the simplistic paradise he had built them; a large four-posted featherbed on a wooden dais, draped in furs for warmth. Next to it was a table with a large stone bowl, for housing their clothes and washing their love from one another. It had taken several nights to get the furniture into their haven, slowly but surely creating an atmosphere of comfort, in an otherwise dreary and uncomfortable space.

He turned his attention back to her, in her plain dress with her hair worn down. Perfection. Like the Maiden made flesh as the southron say, though to him she was his Lioness.

His thoughts were cut short as she made to undress, unlacing her bodice. Jon surged forward, tossing aside his tunic and doublet with practiced finesse, his hands moving to the laces of his breeches as their lips collided momentarily. He laid a trail of kisses along her jaw, moving to her neck, nipping at her exposed flash as she presented it, making his way to her breasts. He kissed her left breast first, taking her nipple into his mouth, suckling like a babe at the breast as she groaned into his ear. He took notice of this as he did much the same to the right nipple before trailing fire down her flesh once more. When he reaches the apex of her thighs, where the thatch of blonde curls lay hidden, he pauses placing a kiss to her mound.

Then he began in earnest, removing the hood from her pearl with his tongue, looking into her eyes assuring her consent. Her head nodded, an almost imperceptible gesture, forcing him into action. He attacked her pearl, sucking it into his mouth and stabbing it with his tongue. His hands instantly went to work, one to her belly holding her in place against the wall, the other traveling and teasing her folds and dipping inside of her, tongue still teasing her pearl.

He works diligently at her as always, teasing and suckling and flicking his fingers within her until he makes her crumble before him gripping his hair tightly, she screams. "Oh gods... Jon... You must-"

She didn't finish her thought. Before she could she came to a shuddering peak, her arousal splattering his chin and his lips. She begins to crumple to the ground before he rises to catch her. She smiles at him before placing a kiss to his lips taking the lower in her mouth, no doubt tasting herself. She then pulls away, observing the look on his face as she wipes his lip with a thumb.

"Don't look so smug. It's not attractive in a man?" She said with feigned annoyance before a matching smile adorned her face.

Before he could respond she got to her knees before him, using their discarded clothing as a cushion as she removed his small clothes. His cock sprang to life as soon as it touched her hand, proud and hard. She moved her head forward coming before his cock, then she licked him from his base to his tip. He felt his manhood twitch before she took him into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth massaging his sack as she swirled her tongue around his shaft before creating a suction with her mouth causing him to writhe in pleasure. He was so close to his release now, his mind nearly going numb as he rasped out, "My Queen, I am close."

She understood, letting his cock leave her lips with a pop, stroking him to his release as he spilled on her bosom.

She smiled at this, making to stand as he extended his hands for her to take, which she did graciously. Stepping passed him she walked to the feather bed turning back to look at him before lying on her back and motioning for him to come to her.

He feigned ignorance, looking around as if she were talking to another. She laughed and rolled to her belly calling to him over her shoulder. "Would you like to fuck me Ser Snow?"

He moved forward placing his knees to either side of hers. "How crass My Queen." he whispers into her ear. "That language should be reserved for a brothel." he said, biting he back, pulling her up on all fours placing her hands to the low rising headboard.

Gripping her hip with a hand, he used the other to guide himself into her heat, plunging into her sex and quickly finding his rhythm.

Their hands fought for space on the headboard as the struggled to keep steady as the bed shook.

Jon was now hunched over behind her, his chest pressed to her back. Their skin was slick with sweat, touching with each thrust he made. He let one hand drop beneath them, fondling her breasts as he pumped inside of her. They roar and growled and grunted as their sigils suggested.

They continued their lovemaking until they heard a shuffling sound outside of the window.

They froze in position, Jon still sheathed within her sex. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Get under the furs."

He pulled out of her suddenly, causing her to gasp as he rushed to put on his small clothes, then his breeches. As he threw on his tunic he looked back to see that his lover was beneath the furs, random strands of her hair splayed out in the open.

He inched closer to the broken window, grabbing a splintered beam as a weapon. If this person had malicious intentions, he would protect her with his life. That thought was still at the fore of his mind when he made it to the window.

Quick as a snapping wolf he reach out and grabbed the interloper, who seemed lighter than what he expected; with one hand he pulled their weight into the room, coming face to face with Bran, his baby brother.

With a mixture of a sigh and a laugh, he pulled Bran further into the room. This was the best case scenario; Bran was the intruder, which meant if he were convincing enough he could easily get rid of him. Cersei was out of sight and his disheveled appearance can be blamed on climbing into the tower. His focus snapped back to Bran as he settled on a plan.

"Brandon Stark!" His brother looks to him with fear and shame. "What did your mother tell you about climbing while the royal procession is here?"

The boy looked down to his feet, suddenly very interested in his boots.

Jon moved his hand from Bran's collar, softly placing it to his shoulder encouraging him to look up. As he did, the fear and worry in his eyes seemed to give way to regret. "But everyone is gone, I wouldn't bother anyone." He whined.

"That's not the point Brandon." He used his full name to express his displeasure plainly. "You gave your mother your word that you would not climb while we had guests. You're a Stark, your word should mean more to you."

Bran frowned at this. "I'm sorry." He hung his head.

Jon squeezed his shoulder. "Sorry doesn't cover it Bran. Do better." He started to lead Bran out of the tower.

They were at the door to the chamber when Bran stopped, looking around the room, likely noticing the furniture and clothing strewn on the table. He turned to Jon scrunching up his face. "What are you doing here?"

Jon had to pause at that, hearing a gasp from his love under the furs, which Bran must've heard as he turned. Jon pulled his attention back to himself. "I was too unwell to go on the hunt, so father asked me to look for some things in the Broken Tower. And I found some ladies clothing and furs." He threw together the lie hoping it would work.

"Ok." Bran didn't question. They left the tower together, making it down to the bottom and into the courtyard, where Jon sent Bran on his way with a promise to not climb.

He stood in the cold for a few moments absorbing the feeling on his skin, then heading back into the tower, making his way to the chamber. Our chamber.

When he entered Cersei was still under the furs. He put his hand on the silhouette of her body. "It's safe now."

She slowly poked her head from under the furs, the look of bewilderment on her face was adorable. "He almost saw us." She smiled as the hilarity of the situation dawned on her. She looked down to his hand placed on her sex. "You seem naturally drawn to that spot." She wiggled an eyebrow before resting her weight on her elbows, exposing her breasts beneath the fur.

He surged forward trapping her lips with his own, biting and licking. They did this for what felt like hours, time slowing around them as they were trapped in a battle of lips and tongues.

When at last they broke apart, Cersei gave an audible sigh of displeasure, her eyes still closed to the world. He moved forward to whisper in her ear. "We must return eventually lest your husband send out a search party." Her nibbled the flesh at the apex of her ear.

She pushed him away playfully, standing from the bed laying her body bare to him as she reached for her clothing. She turned back to him, securing her small clothes with a wiggle of her body, her firm arse bouncing freely before being enslaved by her clothing. She then went about meticulously dressing herself, making absolutely sure not a stitch of her wardrobe was out of place.

When she was done he stepped forward, wrapping an arm around her, his hand resting at her belly. With the other, he shifted her golden hair from her neck before placing soft and loving kisses to her skin there. She shuddered beneath his caress, shaking lightly in his embrace. He went about this for a few moments until he lifted his mouth to her ear. "I shall think of you each night on the wall." She turned in his embrace as he repositioned his hand on her lower back. "Your lips." He brushed her mouth with his, running his hand through her hair. "Your golden locks." He pressed his forehead to hers. "And most importantly your eyes."

She pursed her lips, looking to be contemplating their inevitable separation. "It doesn't have to be that way." She opens her mouth again but the words seem to evade her, until she seems to have found the right words. "I can convince Robert to bring you with us, you can squire for any knight of the Kingsguard, like Ser Barristan or even-" the words seem to die in her throat. "Either way you can come with me, and we can be together. You can make a name for yourself." She looks at him, her emerald eyes pleading.

"The Watch-" he started.

"Is a glorified penal colony. Most of the seven kingdoms send their worst criminals there." She looked him in the eye, grabbing his face to force him to look at her. "Your brothers will be rapists and thrives and murderers." She kissed him, this time deeper and harder, like she was trying to convince him. It was like wanted show him the life that he could live should he leave with her. "You can come with me. Be with me, love me. I will be your Watch."

He stepped forward, pressing his body flush against hers. "If that is your wish, I would be happy to serve my Queen."