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Summary –A smutty continuation of the last scene in Chapter 8 of The Targaryen Siblings. Fem Harry Potter/Jon Snow
Warning – Contains incest.
AN: This story is connected with The Targaryen Siblings. I would advise you to please read it first.
I would like to apologize for my mistakes in advance as I do not have a beta.
Jon's Quarter
"What did you do?" was the first thing he said as soon as his eyes fell on her.
Instead of replying, Elsa asked eagerly, "Did it work?"
Jon, for once, was rendered speechless as he gawked at her. Instead of the lilac eyes he so loved, Elsa's eyes were completely black. Shaking his head, he tried to form a sentence, but all that came out was, "How…? Why…?"
"It's the eyes. People recognize me because I have Targaryen eyes." She told him glumly. "Like this… I am no different than any other girl in the country."
After her talk with Jeor Mormont, she had realized that the colour of her eyes made her recognizable and she wanted to stay away from vultures like Tywin Lannister, who wouldn't think twice before poisoning her because of the name she carried, in her own home. She hadn't known if it was possible, but she had focused enough that her eyes had turned black within a few moments.
Despite her reasoning, Jon didn't like it. With eyes that weren't lilac, she looked like a completely different person. Nothing like the girl he loved – and he hated it.
Elsa narrowed her eyes as soon as he blurted it out. Crossing her arms across her chest, she looked him down and asked, "Why did you kiss me?"
Now, he froze, shocked into silence as his mouth fell open. He hadn't expected her to bring 'the kiss'. "I – I…"
Elsa knew he loved her. Hell, everyone in Winterfell knew. But she knew he wasn't in love with her like she loved him. She hadn't been able to think about anything but the kiss they'd shared the other day and it pained her to think that he did it to comfort her. That, itself was a testament to how far he could go for her, but she didn't want to push him too far. Right now, his wide eyes and speechlessness were enough. She didn't want to torment him more than she already had, deciding to pull him out of his misery, she extended an olive branch for him to grasp and said, "You were scared."
He seemed to come to a decision and said slowly, "Yes, I was scared… but I kissed you because I wanted to."
She had to blink a couple of times… she hadn't expected this. Was he still lying because of her? It pained her to say the words, but she said, "Jon, you don't have to lie."
A frown marred his face as he crossed the room until he was standing right in front of her and stated seriously, "I'm not. I kissed you because I've wanted it for a long time."
The way his eyes seemed to glow like a wolf in the light of fire coming from the hearth, gave her hope and she asked tentatively, "Do… do you still want to?"
"Yes." He muttered, looming close to her.
Elsa wasn't the first one to move, but one moment they were staring at each other, the next all thoughts fled her mind as his lips and hands were all over her. She grabbed a handful of his soft hair, holding him in place as he plundered her mouth. This time, he wasn't gentle as he had been before, but demanding and dominating. The sinuous movements of his lips and the flicks of his tongue overwhelmed her. One of his hands snarled in her hair at her nape, while the other curved around the small of her back, pulling her closer.
There was no explanation for why he closed the distance, no logical reason at all. Only that it felt right; and it might not have been the best choice he had ever made, but at the moment, he didn't care. When his lips met hers, he felt her shudder a little bit as his hands moved all over her body, she relaxed and melted into him.
The moment was perfect and the feeling indescribable.
Her fingers twisted into his locks and her nose pressed against his cheekbone as she moved her lips in sync with his as if they had been doing this all of their lives. The kisses between them turned passionate and needy. His teeth gripped the flesh of her tender bottom lip and her tongue twined with his. He mirrored the supple movements of her lips, the languid strokes of her tongue. Jon listened to each sigh or hitch as he peppered her throat with kisses. The taste of her skin, salty with sweat, was addicting.
Elsa pulled back a little, only to see the desire in his grey eyes as clear as a day. Jon couldn't resist and grabbed her by the waist. He pressed a desperate kiss to her neck, just above her collar bone before moving his head down to trace the pulse at her throat and shoulder with his tongue. His hands moulded the contours of her shoulder and back, mapping her shape, making her hum with pleasure.
Emboldened because of her reaction, he broke the kiss to fumble with the ties of her fur coat. It fell in his haste, but he paid it no mind. He unlaced her dressing gown which bunched down her feet, leaving her in nothing but the sheer shift.
Elsa was too lost in his touch as her fingers made quick work of the ties on his coat and didn't notice that he could see her nipples through her shift until he stopped to gape at her. She shivered at the way his eyes darkened and he leaned down, pressing his lips hungrily against hers once again. She immediately kissed him back, her body going pliant against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands caressed her back and Elsa shuddered, parting her lips and eagerly inviting his tongue to slip inside. They teased and leisurely explored each other's mouths, until Elsa pulled away, causing Jon to blink.
He stopped his movements, suddenly afraid that he went too far. He looked into her eyes, which were back to their original colour now and stammered, "El… W–we can stop, y-you don't have to…"
But before he could finish or change his mind, Elsa yanked her shift off her head and dropped it into a crumpled heap on the floor.
Breath rushed from his body, winded as if from a blow. Her beauty was indeed a potent blow. Elsa looked like a fey as red-gold firelight washed her in its colours. Thick dark brows framed lilac eyes, a delicate nose, wide, tilted cheekbones. A faint rosy blush clung to the apples of her cheeks. Jon took the time to truly appreciate her naked body. The unbroken line of ivory skin was the same shade of pale everywhere. He was enchanted by the small triangle of dark curls at the apex of her long thighs and the pale shade of pink her nipples pebbled into. At that moment, all he could think about was how he wanted to kiss her soft breasts, adorned with rose-pink nipples which pebbled under his gaze. He wanted to nuzzle the sensuous curves and the soft, perfectly glowing, unblemished skin. He wanted to lick and suckle the sweet secrets beneath the dark curls of her sex. He wanted to hear more of her whimpers until she remembered nothing but him.
He felt absolutely ravenous with lust.
'Gods. He had never been with a woman, but he had seen Ros in the brothel where Theon had taken him and Robb – before the two of them had decided not to partake in the act. The woman had been considered a beauty by many, including himself, but now – looking at Elsa, everything else failed. There could be no other that could compare to her beauty.'
"El," Jon whispered, his heart pounded like a drumbeat. "…you're the most beautiful woman in seven kingdoms."
He didn't think she could turn redder than she already was, but was proved wrong when the blush spread down her neck and to her breasts. Despite the fire, the air was cool, but Jon felt ablaze, as if fevered. His cock throbbed urgently, almost painfully and he was reminded that he hadn't even unlaced his jerkin. Blinking out of his haze, Jon shrugged out of his jerkin, throwing it with her clothes on the floor. She must have been of the same mind, for her deft fingers yanked the under-tunic over his head in a swift move that left him astonished.
Elsa's eyes wandered over his torso and she moved her thumb and forefinger plucking at his nipple experimentally. He let out a groan involuntarily and moved his own callused hands to cup her breasts, intent on drawing similar sounds from her. He teased her nipples until they pebbled under his careful touches, turning her into a moaning mess.
Jon was igniting a fire inside her wherever he touched. Every touch plucked strings of pleasure in her soul, making heat and wetness pool between her thighs. Elsa kissed him again, flicking her tongue against the roof of his mouth, revelling in his low hum. Her hands wandered wherever she could reach, making notes of what made him lose control. His skin was smooth and cool over hard muscle, dusted softly with silver body hair. She pulled him down with her. The sudden feeling of his weight and the naked heat of him nudging her entrance made her toes curl.
Groaning, Jon broke the kiss to squirm out of his trousers.
Just as deftly, he bent his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth. A choked cry left her as he suckled and she pushed her chest up, silently urging him for more. He drew another gasp when he moved his hand lower until it rested against the most tender parts of what Lady Stark had once awkwardly referred to as a woman's 'flower' while explaining what moon's blood was and how a babe was birthed.
His callused fingers rubbed along the seam of her cunt teasingly which were by now soaking with her fluids. Her hips thrust against his hand, urgent and demanding, so he pressed a finger inside her, causing her to gasp and squirm in anticipation.
She was wet, so Jon slipped a finger in and found her tight enough to leave him both deeply enticed and worried. They both had no experience, but from what he had heard, the first time was painful for a woman, which meant her first night was going to hurt no matter how much care he took. She was naïve, more than he was, so ignoring her protests, he stroked her lower lips gently, teasing and probing a bit until he found her clit. He swirled his finger around it mercilessly knowing it will help.
Elsa's hips jerked in pleasure as she mewled and squirm with need, all but begging, "Jon! Jon… please!"
He pulled his hand away, causing her to growl, but her protest got caught in her throat when Jon lifted his hand to his mouth slowly, keeping his eyes on her lilac ones and licked the fingers that had been inside her. Her cheeks flushed scarlet and she gaped at him in shock. Grey eyes gleamed in the light of the fire with such hunger that it made Elsa shudder.
The scent of her musk filled his nose. She was sweet and the longing to taste her cramped in his gut. As if in a dream, Jon knelt at the edge of the bed, running his hands inside her thighs. His heart pounded in his ears and his mouth watered at the expanse of smooth skin of her legs. Revealed in the soft candlelight, the sight of the dark curls of her sex nearly drove him mad. Faintly he could smell her musky scent and his cock surged to full mast. He looked up the expanse of her body – so soft, so warm and so deliciously naked, before looking at her face. Her expression was soft, teeth biting into the plush softness of her lower lip.
"Gods," he whispered a prayer.
Roused and hungry, Jon settled between her spread thighs, not relinquishing her gaze as he scattered soft kisses inside just where she wanted him. Gently, he kissed the outer lips of her sex, inhaling her sweet scent. The first graze of his tongue on the nub flushed red beneath downy hair drew a whimper from her.
Her eyes were wide as she pleaded, "Jon…"
He felt her fingers tangle into his hair and his cock twitched, but he pushed down his excitement and squeezed her thighs in a reassuring gesture.
There was time now to linger. Knowing this would be his only night with her, Jon swore he would draw it out, wring every drop of pleasure and give it to her, intent on leaving her wanting him for the rest of their lives. Mayhap… mayhap then, she would remember him… craving what he gave her…
She tasted wonderful on his tongue as he found her clean, fresh, and dripping for him. It was enough and he pushed all thoughts of it aside to concentrate on the task at hand.
"Oh, Gods, more." Elsa gasped obligingly, nudging her hips towards him and bending his neck uncomfortably.
Jon braced one of her hips with his free hand while spreading her pussy lips with his free hand and licked a long line over her from back to front. When she mewled his name, he fastened his lips around her clit and sucked. It had the desired effect and she writhed under his restraint as he slipped a finger into her again, relieved to find her wetter and a little looser. He worked a second finger inside of her and she gasped.
Lifting his head, he asked, "Too much?"
"Get your mouth back on me!" She ordered roughly.
Jon's eyebrows rose along with his sudden delight at the harsh command and he dove in with a grin. He pushed his third finger in and she winced, but he distracted her by trailing soft licks across her clit interspersed with grazing by his tongue.
It had been repulsive when Theon had informed him and Robb, in explicit detail how he had pleasured a lady, now though, he was thankful. He didn't want to hurt Elsa and if Theon's way helped him in easing some of her pain, he would be more than glad.
Jon concentrated on matching the movement of his fingers inside of her with his mouth on her clit.
"Yess…" She gasped, soft and pliant underneath him.
The wrenching surge of her release rose swiftly and he revelled in her pleasure as she fell to pieces in front of him. He pushed his own growing need to look at her face and his breath caught in his chest at the sight. She was lying limp and panting; her legs having slipped off his shoulders and splayed out.
'How could someone be so beautiful? So perfect?'
He crawled up to fondle her breasts again, simply because he just couldn't stand looking at them without touching them. Settling between her parted legs and whispered, "El…"
It could've been a prayer or a plea, Jon wasn't sure, but Elsa draped an arm around his neck and claimed his mouth with her own. She started slightly, possibly because of tasting her pleasure still smeared all over his lips and chin before groaning into his mouth.
Jon cupped the back of her head, fingers buried in the thick warmth of her hair and asked against her lips, "Are – are you sure?"
Instead of replying, Elsa moved her hand down and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He was hard, so hard for her, the head of his cock weeping fluid. Arousal spiralled impossibly higher and he moved his finger over hers, lining himself up with her help. Her wetness was enough to lubricate him as he moved his hips a little to push inside her.
Elsa's eyes snapped open in shock when he finally pushed into her. Her gasp was covered by Jon's strangled groan as he entered her for the first time. Her insides were squeezing him so tightly that he felt about to burst despite being only halfway inside. Jon closed his eyes and pressed his nose into her shoulder as he rubbed her hip soothingly. She rolled her hips and a whimper left her lips as she felt more of his length slipping inside of her.
"Jon… please…"
He knew what she was asking for and soothed, Shh…"
He grabbed hold of her ass and pulled back slowly, but the way her lower lips tugged on his shaft made his body shiver. Elsa was about to protest as he pulled out, but suddenly, he thrust forward with so much force, her entire body jerked.
It did hurt, but the sting that had to be her maidenhead giving way actually was less significant than the sudden stretch of her as her body worked to accommodate him. It was a deep, muscular sort of pain. Not horrible, but the kind of feeling Elsa associated with straining herself after riding too long. Or that time she'd been too stubborn to admit Theon had given her a bow she couldn't truly draw and had left her shoulders a mass of knotted agony.
Her tender flesh was snug around his length, warm and awash with dew and he moaned loudly. Jon braced his hands on either side of her head, flexing his hips. Pleasure gods, he'd never thought such pleasureexisted – but it pulsed in time with his heart. Jon sucked in deep breaths to fight the urge to grip her hips and pound into her until he came.
He heard a strangled noise and instantly his eyes snapped to hers. Her eyes were blurry with tears which reflected the need and love he felt for her.
"Jon." She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Please."
"I know." He reached out, tucking away the long lock of hair that had fallen into her lilac eyes and whispered, "It will be better."
Unwilling to hurt her more than he already had, Jon started painfully slow, setting himself into a controlled pace. He pressed her down into the sheets and buried himself deep and rhythmically into her body. She felt every motion as he slowly drew his hips back and then slid inside her again. It was nice. Not as good as his hands or mouth, but she arched her hips, trying to chase the pleasure over the discomfort of having him inside her.
Jon lost himself in a deep, deliberate rhythm, mesmerized by the soft jiggle of her breasts as he thrust, drinking in her soft gaze. He groaned, feeling the sweet tension of her cunt as her release loomed. He thrust deep and fast, loving the wet slap of flesh meeting.
Elsa smoothed her hands down his back, slick with sweat, and cupped his buttocks, urging him with a buck of her hips.
"El – yes…" His words were cut off in a hiss of his pleasure as he thrust into her again and again.
Suddenly, his hand fumbled between them, rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts, making her arch her hips seeking pleasure. Her legs tightened around him to pull him closer as she closed her eyes in pure bliss. Elsa hadn't even known how good it could feel until white spots shined behind her clenched eyes.
She had to bite Jon's shoulders to muffle her cry, mindful of passing ears. Elsa was left shuddering even as she went limp against the pillows in the aftermath. She didn't notice how Jon was shaking as he curled his hand around her ass to brace her there. A moment later, he was thrusting into her hard and rough, his movements quick and the pain back. It only lasted a few moments before he let out a pained groan and pulled out of her.
His eyes were clenched shut as he panted and moved his hand down.
Elsa's pleasure-blurred violet eyes met his, brow puckered in confusion and she asked, "Jon…?"
"Not inside." He mumbled breathlessly.
She was disappointed, but nodded nonetheless, watching as he moved his hand up and down his cock until he came with a muffled cry. She felt wetness spreading on her stomach where he had spilt his release before her breath was nearly knocked out when he fell limply on top of her. He was heavier than he looked, but that made sense. What there was of him was solid muscle. A moment later, he rolled over onto his back, dragging her with him to hold her tight against his chest. Elsa went willingly, loathe to part with him.
He automatically pulled up the covers before pulling her closer until her breasts were against his chest. The soft and earthy scents of sex and sweat filled the air, making him wish the two of them could stay in this moment forever. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, just wanting to keep her close, staring at her with such unguarded tenderness that her heart lurched in her chest. She kept her eyes on him, counting his precious breaths. She wanted to demand him to leave the nights watch and come back home with her, but she knew how important it was for him to prove himself.
His grey eyes opened slowly and he looked at her with eyes filled with love as if she was his whole world. His other hand, which had been pillowed under his head, moved to play with her and he asked, "You're fine?"
"Mm-hm." She nodded sleepily, nuzzling into his neck as sometimes the direwolves did.
Jon was about to fall asleep when she asked rather awkwardly, "That thing you did with your mouth… where did you learn to do that?"
"Nowhere." He replied, noticing that her eyes half-lidded in tired pleasure. "I just wanted to kiss you there."
She considered his words for a few moments before her eyes narrowed. She glared at him suspiciously and asked, "Have you done it before?"
Jon couldn't help the smirk that touched his lips when he saw the jealous scowl on her face but shook his head. "You know I haven't. You're the only one."
Elsa's eyes softened even as her cheeks turned a delightful shade of pink again. She looked embarrassed and uncertain as she asked, "Then why did you…"
"Because I wanted to taste you. And I waned to make you feel good." He said simply, cutting her off in a soft tone of voice.
She reddened even more at his words and buried her face in the pillows. He laughed, but pressed a kiss to the back of her head and spoke, "Bath?"
She whined, but he wasn't deterred and ended up coaxing her out.
EN: I decided to post this early (as my birthday gift) to all those who wanted to read this. Do let me know what you think of this one.