Jon I

The blade sliced through the air with ease as it met another, blocking the intended strike from his foe. He had never felt alive more than when he had a sword in his hands, and the blade he was using was practically his life.

Longclaw had been a gift from the Lord Commander as he saved the Old Bear from the Magnar of the Thenns during the assault of Castle Black. He had used the blade to take the hands of Mance Rayder before making the false King kneel, and now he was using it against arguably one of the best fighters to have ever lived.

Ser Barristan had taken a deep interest in him, he had no idea why, nor did he care as he sparred against the legendary combatant, yet he was quickly losing ground for the fifth time today. Ser Barristan had clearly lost none of his speed nor stamina in his apparent old age, his strikes were clean, precise and ultimately deadly if one lost even an ounce of concentration.

It was a cold morning, the sweat ran off of him like a river, yet he was determined to keep at it, he wasn't going to waste this opportunity due to exhaustion, the previous night had been intense, his eyes snapped wide as he clumsily parried a blow that would've taken his nose at best, his head at worst.

"Stay focused." Was all Ser Barristan said as he took another shot at him, Jon knocked it away with renewed vigour, he then advanced on the older knight, pressing forward with quick strikes, forcing Ser Barristan to lose ground.

However, he got cocky, a miss timed swing cost him his blade and a new scar, as Ser Barristan stopped Longclaw dead, the old knight slapped the blade from his hand and lightly caught his wrist with the tip of his blade.

The wound stung as all small wounds do, yet that was the furthest thing from his mind, he cursed his stupidity as Ser Barristan inspected the small but deep wound.

"Looks like your maester is needed for this Jon, go have it taken a look at before you bleed to death." Ser Barristan remarked, a teasing tone in his voice, alongside a small smile.

"Aye, Ser Barristan." He agreed, picking Longclaw from the ground before walking towards Maester Luwins study.

On his way, he spotted Robb across the courtyard, Theon was with him but that wasn't unusual, Robb and Theon were entertaining a group of serving girls, their giggling could be heard from across the courtyard loud and repetitive. He looked on as Robb laughed as Theon was clearly going on about some nonsense.

"I could never stand that noise." A very recognisable voice announced.

He was on one knee the instant the sentence was finished, a hand laid upon his shoulder and a quiet but firm voice told him to rise. He stood there beside the Queen, his heart going so fast it felt like it was about to burst.

"Servant girls always think their little giggles and flirtation works but men don't care about that, they merely want what's between their legs, some don't even care if the girl wants it or not, they still claim it." Spite ran deep in the Queen's tone, he dared a glance at her gorgeous face and was unsurprised to see a sneer reside there.

"Not all." He answered, to slow to stop himself from saying it.

"No. Not all. But most." She turned to look at him, he was still short but growing but as she looked down at him, he felt smaller than ever.

He watched as her eyes roamed over him, like a hungry man at a King's Feast, she inched closer to him, before he noticed her eyes land on his wrist, an embroidered piece of fabric was quickly being wrapped around the wound before he could even blink.

"The Old Tower, at the hour of the Wolf. Don't be late." She whispered before tightening the not in the fabric causing him to hiss harshly as the pain spread up his arm.

During the rest of the day, it was a bustle of activity, the King had again demanded another feast for tomorrow, so he helped saddle the horses for the next hunt, he was surprised when the King demanded he rides alongside him, with his father, his brother and Ser Barristan.

A band of ten men from the King's court and another band of ten men from his father's set off in the Wolfswood, his father had once told him that a man foreign to the lands could hunt every day for a year and still leave these woods with nothing, only a Northman who knew these woods would be able to find something worth eating.

They were an hour in before they found tracks, Boar he had heard the King mutter excitedly, before moving further in following the tracks, Jon, however, was only half there, he was looking through Ghosts eyes as he moved silently through the woods, the smell of prey filling his nose.

He broke out of the connection, still worried about the consequences of using his ability, it took another half an hour before, the King finally got off his horse and started moving on foot, excited for the hunt.

Jon kept back, however, watching as everyone else moved forward, he sat and waited, a nudge in the back brought a smile to his face, as he turned around, he came face to face with Ghost, the silent Wolf sat and licked at his face, he couldn't help but smile whilst the loud cheer from the King echoed through the woods.

They arrived back in Winterfell just before sundown, bringing three boars as a prize and a day well spent, he quickly unsaddled his horse and got to work on washing the great beast down, he needed to wash as well, the third Boar the smallest of the lot had charged him, his sword cut through the beast easily enough, but the result was messy, he was covered in blood, the King had laughed, citing that it would be a sad song for a warrior such as 'The White Wolf' if he had been killed or injured by a small Boar.

After a wash he was moving towards the old tower, he had hoped to be there before the Queen, however upon entry to the highest room, it was clear the Queen had been busy in getting it ready for whatever was going to happen tonight.

"You made it." It was a statement rather than a question, Jon stood still as the Queen, again dressed in just her heavy furs moved towards him from the back room, her eyes gleaming in the light of the small fire in the chimney.

Jon had dressed in his best attire, yet it was nothing of note, a Bastard is rarely ever given any thought when it came to attire.

"Strip." It was a command, one he didn't dare refuse, and so he did until he stood as naked as his name day.

The Queen walked around him, he felt like a piece of meat as he stood there as if he had just been slaughtered and his carcass was on sale, yet he stood still, but couldn't help but also appreciate the view whenever the Queen walked in front of his line of sight.

She was everything people had said about her and more, she was stunning, to her hair, the way her emerald green eyes shone, to the way she walked and talked regal yet so beautiful, she was a goddess, one that could have him killed with just an order.

A hand on his cock drew his attention, she stood there smirking at him before giving his cock a few rubs, he moaned out loud as the pressure was just right, it felt amazing, her deft hands made him rock hard in seconds.

"For this next part, you need to be perfectly still, if not, it could go horribly wrong." She said to him.

He dared not move as she lathered up his groin, a cut-throat razor in her other hand, she drew the razor down his chest, as light as a feather, his breathing was erratic, the cold blade made him tense and his nipples harden as she then circled them with the blade.

She took a hold of his engorged cock, it stood out proudly, whether she was teasing him or not he ached for more.

The blade was sharp, his hair around his manhood fell to the floor if it did not stick to the blade, after every stroke he watched the Queen clean the blade, he was glad the water she used was at least warm, he couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed though, he had been told that the hair that grew there meant he was becoming a man.

A wet cloth brought him back into the room, he looked larger as he took a good long look at what the Queen had done. Yet it wasn't over, the hair under his arms was the next to go before the small trail of hair that went to his belly button was gone as well.

He moaned in pleasure though as the Queens' hands rubbed his now smooth body, but he nearly came as he felt her engulf his cock, and she took it all, moaning and slurping, her hands grasped his arse cheeks, her nails biting into his skin, yet all he could do was moan in pleasure.

Her eyes shone in the light of the fire, he risked running his hand through her gorgeous blonde locks and she moaned in appreciation, so he kept at it, never gripping her hair, nor her head, just enjoying the feeling of her mouth on his cock.

"My Queen." He warned as he got closer, but that merely encouraged her, she took him deeper if that was even possible, faster and harder than before, Jon groaned as he spilt down the Queen's throat.

He watched as the Queen stood, wiping her lips with her thumb before putting the remainder of his leftover seed into her mouth, his will broke then, before the Queen could even react his lips crashed into hers, rough and demanding, he wasn't giving her a second to breathe, all he could think about was claiming her as his own.

His hands found the opening of her fur cloak, he pulled it open, freeing her body allowing it to be seen, his right hand found itself over her mouth, his dark eyes stared into the green he loved so much for only a moment before he fell to his knees and his mouth firmly around the Queens cunt.

He moaned as he gorged himself on the Queen, the way she thrashed and moaned only made him continue, her taste whilst not sweet, was not sour either, yet it mattered little to him, he loved it all the same, her hands clutched and pulled at his hair, the pain was euphoric, addictive and intense.

All of a sudden the Queen tensed, her legs he noticed were shaking as she gasped in pleasure, he licked his lips before standing back on his feet, the Queens' eyes were shut, but her hands were roaming over his torso, her nails tore down his chest, red welts left in their wake but he didn't care.

The night came to an end soon after that, she didn't utter a single word to him as she left, leaving him naked and alone to hide the clutter and put the fire out, he slept well that night, a smile on his face, excited for what's to come.

It appears that I am back apologies for the long delay, soon after my first chapter I was contacted by a College I used to attend, who happened to be interested in 'employing' me to write part of their Christmas play this year, I of course agreed, and that is where I have been, but I'm back now, with a smaller chapter than the first, but this is merely because I wanted to get something out to you lot.

And to Jon Stargaryen, I love your work and I don't mean to step on your toes, but all stories must start somewhere and I intend to have this be a much darker rendition of the taboo coupling of Cersei and Jon. I can't wait to see you return and I look forward to your next work, whether it'll be a new chapter of The Lioness and the Pup or something new!