Chapter six

Jon knew that when Sansa said "I love you", she meant it in a platonic, familial way. The same way she would have said it to Robb, Bran or Rickon. There was nothing romantic behind her words. She said it to give him an assurance of her affection for him that was all and yet, despite his earlier protests to Kinvara, he couldn't help but look at Sansa and think of her saying those same words to him as if he were a lover. And he let it get to him, his mind was already a haze, he was being swept under the current of the sweet aroma that had his body burning from the inside. Before he knew what he was doing he was kissing her, his own sister-cousin-a hand tangled in her hair, an arm around her naked waist.

Oh.

It was like a current of lightning was running through him, every hair was standing on end, his belly twisted and flipped, his heart thundered and he had never in his entire life felt so alive. He could hear singing in his ears but he didn't know the source of the melody. It was a chorus of a thousand voices, in a melody so sweet it brought tears to his eyes. The world stilled, the stars aligned and suddenly everything made sense to him. His birth, the life he lead, the path he was put on, he suddenly had explanation. There was a voice among the roaring torches, in the small, flickering flames of the candles speaking out to him. He was the prince that was promised, born of the union of ice and fire, Stark and Targaryen, the blood of the First Men and of Valyria. He needed to go to The Wall, to learn how to

follow so that he could one day lead all of Westeros against the threat of the Night King, the threat he needed to see with his own eyes. If he had lived any other life, he would never have seen the truth, never have been taught the lessons he was taught and never met the people he needed to meet to become the man that he was destined to be.

Arya, Ned Stark, Robb, Commander Mormont, Gren, Sam, Edd, Ygritte, Mance. Sansa. Sansa. Sansa. Sansa. Sansa!

Gods, had he tried not to want her, not to think about her. He thought if he did then that would make it true what people said about Bastards, that they were wanton and treacherous. No true-born child would ever think of his sister, even half-sister the way he had begun to think of Sansa.

It had started when he was but a boy just coming into his manhood. He had snuck out one night to the Godswood to pray, pray to be recognized in the same way as Robb, to be loved by Lady Catelyn, and had heard splashing. He followed the sounds to the hot springs where he spied Sansa with her friend Jeyne Poole, skinny dipping. It wasn't Jeyne who caught his attention, though he knew she should have, it was Sansa. He couldn't look away from her budding, glistening wet body. He was entranced by the silhouette of her sloping breasts, the curve of her waist, the way her wet hair stuck to her back. The moonlight made her glow as if she were the Maiden herself. She was radiant. He had always thought she was pretty, just like her lady mother, but until that night it was the first time he thought her absolutely, breathtakingly, radiant.

Then and there he had fished his cock from his trousers and took himself in hand in the bushes, biting his fist as he fisted himself watching his sister. Spurting his seed onto the leaves of a bush he was hiding in. He had been so ashamed and disgusted with himself afterward, when he realized what he had done and who he had been thinking of while he was doing it. He was a pervert, a wanton, degenerate. If his lord father or Lady Catelyn ever suspected he would be flogged and sent away from Winterfell, and that was if they were charitable enough to let him live. He tried to keep his distance from Sansa after that, not that much effort had to be put into it when he and her were rarely ever in the same room unless his father wanted them to be.

There was some relief to be had now that he knew the truth but it also made him question something:Was it because of his bastard nature or his Targaryen blood that he had first started to desire Sansa, when he still thought her to be his sister. Perhaps it didn't matter at all. A darker part of him, a part of him that lingered from death, crackled like the kindle of a fire in his ear, speaking to him the words of Maester Aemon. 'The gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory and our great tragedy.'

New, dark, and perverse thoughts flood his mind. Things that once might have repulsed him. But it was as if the flames of his resurrection had stripped him bare and purged him of his once earthly concerns of the laws of gods and men, of the conservative views of the masses. If the gods themselves created man to love one another then how wrong could it be to love Sansa, even before he knew the truth? Why was it wrong for a man to love a man, for a brother to be in love with his sister and she in love with a brother. Why was it so different from loving a cousin, an aunt, or uncle and marrying them? He had never questioned it before, just accepted it. And to what end did it lead him? Hadn't he learned there are two sides of every story with the Free Folk, that what was barbarous to them was simply the way of life and survival for others. Other than offending someone's sensibilities and way of thinking they were committing no harm to others. The Targaryens and Valyrian's wed family all the time, but it was their arrogance that drove them to their ends not their love for one another.

They were all but human, flesh, and blood with hearts filled with love and lust, anger and forgiveness, capable of great mercy and great destruction. It was the choices that made the person.

"That's it!" he heard Kinvara croon, stroking his hair back. It was then he realized, so deep in his thoughts, that Sansa was kissing him back.

"Both of you must cut the last strings tethering you to your past worldly concerns such as the sin of desire. Forget the judgment of lesser men, of proud, prudish family. They do not understand the greatness in store for the both of you, that your union is blessed by the Lord of Light." she coaxed them, guiding Jon's hand to Sansa's breast and Sansa's hand to Jon's cock that was standing tall. He shuddered and groaned into Sansa's mouth as her fingers wrapped around the base of his manhood.

Beneath his warm palm, he could feel the pebble of Sansa's nipple harden for him, the swell of it fitting so perfectly in his hand as he cupped it. It truly felt like she was made for him, that her body was a perfect fit to his in every way. Or maybe he had been changed to fit her. He felt different, bigger. His joints ached as they had when he was a boy going through his growth spurt. Was this a part of his resurrection too?

"Jon," Sansa moaned into his mouth, tongue darting out to chase his, not realized her has parted from her sweet lips to look upon her body more openly now. Gods were she gorgeous, the most divine, heavenly, radiant creature in all the world. He could not imagine a woman more beautiful, more perfectly crafted. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know what's come over me," she said, swallowing thickly, throat hot and dry like ash.

Jon saw Kinvara behind Sansa, her hand on her other breast, rolling a nipple between slender fingers while the other had snaked around the front of Sansa and between her legs. Jon felt light-headed at the sight.

Kinvara kissed Sansa just in front of her ear, biting at her lobe. "Dear girl, doesn't it feel good, doesn't Jon look so handsome? Don't you desire him? Hasn't a part of you always thought of him differently than your other brothers?"

The woman was bombarding Sansa, not even giving her a chance to answer as she pressed on a certain spot between Sansa's legs that made her keen. "He was never a brother to you, never truly a family. You always thought it was because of your mother's dislike for him, her anger, her hurt that your father had a bastard and would rub her face in it every day. But in truth, it was always The Lord of Light design. He wanted you to see Jon Snow as a man, a man to wed, to bed, to whose children you would bear."

Even to Jon, that sounded preposterous but he couldn't bring himself to scoff or challenge it. Not when Sansa was in his arms.

"No, I-"Sansa shook her head, eyes glassy, sweat building on her brow, cheeks rosy as her gaze focused on his mouth. "I didn't-"

"Oh, you never found yourself staring at him a little too long to be appropriate when he trained bare-chested in the training yard. Never felt a warmth in your belly, a tingle in your cunt when you met eyes his. You never felt that way about your brother Robb,"

Jon stiffened at his brother's name. "Don't-"

"I-" she adverted her eyes from his lips to his chest. "Maybe once or twice, but I didn't know what it meant. I thought I just had a full bladder,"

That was adorable. Sansa was so naive, so innocent, it was charming. Theon would have thrown his head back and laughed at her, but not him. Sansa was a lady, of course, her mother or septa would never have taught her about such things as what arousal felt like.

"Oh, sweet girl," Jon cooed, touching her face, making her look at him, her face flushed now with embarrassment rather than the heated arousal she was feeling a moment before.

"No, my dear, that was desire. Lust. It was your deeper feminine nature telling you that you craved to be touched, kissed, and filled up by him. It was the heat of the Lord of Light in your belly, lighting your future path toward Jon" Kinvara explained for her. "It's completely natural,"

It was like Sansa was given permission, permission which she acted on, surprising him. She chased after him, initiating this time. Her lips were petal-soft against his, tongue tasting like honey and lemon as she devoured his mouth like a starving man. Her kisses were clumsy, unpracticed and Jon took mercy on her, tangling his hand in her hair, guiding her jaw to a better angle. Kinvara had taken her hand away from Sansa's cunt, replacing it with his own and gods when he felt how wet Sansa was it unleashed the beast inside of him. He pulled himself away from her just long enough to grab her hips, lifting her so she was more center on the alter. He gave her a wolfish grin as she squeaked when he grabbed her dainty ankles, throwing her legs up and spreading them so he was in the middle of them. Kinvara had climbed down from the alter and resumed her chanting with the others, The words were foreign to him, he couldn't make out a single thing they said, but whatever they were saying it left a ringing in his ear. But he didn't pay much more attention when he had Sansa in front of him to focus on.

His sweet girl was squirming on her back in what he wanted to imagine was anticipation. He laid himself on top of her kissing her passionately, mapping her mouth, as his hands did the same with her body. But he wanted to kiss even more than her lips. He moved down to her neck, peppering it with pecks of his lips and sucking little spots and traveling further south to lav over the hills of her breasts and then suck a nipple into his mouth. Gods the way she reacted to that, back lifting off the table as she arched her spine, pressing her sweet, peachy tit into his mouth and hand. He moaned around the mouthful of her breast, tongue flicking and playing with her nipple the vibration of his moan making her tremble but it was when he slipped two fingers between her wet folds that she went wild. She clawed at his back and screamed his name to the heavens as he pumped his fingers in and out, stretching her, readying her to take his cock which had started to throb painfully, almost starting to burn his need to be inside her and to have release was so intense.

"Forgive me," he begged her as he grew too impatient, taking himself in his hand and lining his cock with her cunt. His hand removed, planted next to her to effectively hold himself from laying right on top of her. "Take a breath,"

She did, inhaling a lungful of the sweet-scented candle smoke. Her pupils blew wide, her entire body seemed to go lax and he didn't hesitate anymore. With a snap of his hips, he broke through her maidenhead and sheathed himself balls deep inside of her. His eyes rolled in his skull and it was a miracle he didn't spill then and there.
Sansa gripped his cock in a vice grip, warm and tight and it felt far superior to what he had experienced with Ygritte. Being inside Sansa was like coming home. He closed his eyes, then opened them again and looked at Sansa hoping he hadn't hurt her too much. Theon had said for maids it could hurt, and Ygritte had not been a maiden. This was as knew for him as it was for her. Almost.

"Are you in great pain?" He asked her, horrified by the shimmer of tears in her eyes. Even in his lust fogged brain, he could fight the urge to start thrusting when he saw that Sansa might be hurting.

"No, it..."She looked down at where they were joined. "It aches, and I feel full. But it doesn't hurt very much."

Jon gave a sigh of relief before he started to move, his restraint faltering him as he felt his heady grown heavy, his instincts kicking in to rut into the body beneath his own. He felt like an animal. All he could think about was fucking Sansa, finding his release with her body, filling her with his seed, and breeding her. Gods something was terribly wrong with him but he couldn't pay that much mind when this felt so good, so natural. And Sansa was making no complaints, moaning beneath him as he found a steady pace. He was only marginally aware of the dragons still on the alter with them, the weight of two on his shoulders, the presence of one at the top of Sansa's head.

He was ashamed to think that he might not last very long as he changed their position. He got Sansa onto her right and he straddled her right leg, crossing the left over and curled it around his hip at the knee. Holding onto her ass for grip while he used his other hand to stimulate that little rose bud between her folds that made her wreath. He pistoned into her, thrusts growing faster more erratic as he raced closer to his release. The dragons were on them, crawling over, chirping and trilling as if in some type of cheer for them. As if they understood the act he and Sansa were performing and what it leads to. It was odd, too odd for him to think about. To even want to think about even if his focus wasn't on making sure Sansa reached her peak too.

He double worked her clit, bending at his wast to kiss, her, to suck at her breast, to give her everything she needed to cum.

"JON!" She screamed his name to all the heavens and squeeze around him, body seizing, nails scratching down his wrist as she let out a long moan, head thrown back and eyes closed tight. She squeezed and gushed around him and Jon wasn't far behind. Mere seconds after her he gave one final, hard thrust into her, sinking deep and keeping himself there as he released his seed into her waiting womb. Bright light floods behind his eyes, his entire body from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes tingled, his hairs standing on end, his entire body over-sensitive now to even the smallest of touches, making him twitch.

"Fuck, Sansa!" He groaned. Both of them were drenched in sweat, struggling to catch their breath as their bodies tingled and came down from the high of their orgasms."Sweet girl, that was perfect, you were perfect." he told her with a jelly spine, arching back, catching himself on his hands as he looked at the sky. He met the approving eyes of the two dragons that had brought them here. Jon closed his eyes, smiling to himself, his cock still planted inside of Sansa, her walls fluttering around his too sensitive cock. But gods, did it feel good and he gave little jerks, pushing himself just a little further into her, pushing his seed deep into her womb and plugging her with his manhood to keep any from leaking out.

There was that whisper again, the voice like the crackling of flames that told him he needed to make sure it took.

He could picture it, Sansa's stomach swollen round with his child, tits leaking the milk that would sustain them through their early infancy. He wanted to see her like that, wanted to fuck her and keep her full with his children forever. It was a primal desire, one he never experienced with Ygritte. Sansa brought out the best and worst of him it seemed. But he didn't mind it. He felt free, truly free for the first time despite seeming to have even more burdens to bear than before now that he was this 'Prince that was Promised'.

No, Jon was going to take advantage of this, embrace this new darkness in his hear that told him to worship Sansa without shame, to love her, breed her, create something new and exciting with her. He wanted her. All of her. He looked at her and saw the world in his arms. A door had been opened and through it, he saw a bright, beautiful future with Sansa. There was still so much to relearn about her, to explore but he felt it in his bones this was meant to be. Just like Kinvara said. No more would he deny it. Jon had made them one, just like Kinvara told him to. There was no going back.

I know I really made you guys wait for this one.

I apologize I took so long. But this chapter was really hard for me. I am better with smut in my head then getting it down in writing if someone of you knows what I mean.

I was also struggling with how I wanted to proceed because this was born out of a ridiculous, crazy idea of Sansa being brought to Valyria to help resurrect Jon and hatch dragons, and would be the next mother of Valyria giving birth to a new generation of Targaryen's but the first birth, well. I had it in my head that the first would be an accelerated pregnancy due to Kinvara's fertility magic/spell/ritual that was more silly than serious and I didn't know if I chose to keep going in that direction how many of you would actually approve or run away screaming.
It was the whole reason I started writing this story, for that one crazy pregnancy idea, and I still really want to go there for the fun of it. So what I'm thinking of doing is writing a crackier version and posting it on AO3, maybe.

I don't know, you tell me what you think after reading this chapter. So don't hold back, tell me what you think! Please? Seriously, as a fic writer reviews are like crack and keep me going.