Chapter 17: Return to me

In the North...

Ashara POV

She collapsed over him breathless. It was already some years since she began to have sex with Arthur. After Ned had married Catelyn Tully, she feels lonely. The only one she had, was Jon. And she was a fresh queen, even though she was queen for three years. In that period Arthur still thinking of oaths, honor, and duty. But when she and Jon were treated badly sometimes, he began to be care less for oaths and honor and began to stand against the king.

After that, she began to welcome her brother in her bed. First for loneliness, then for lust, because she loved to have him inside her, and now for love. She loves him. Him, Jon, Arya, and now also Daenerys. But as a father figure, Jon had based more on Lord Aerys, who was one of the best friends of Ned in his youth, and then she met Rhaella, who becomes her best friend and confidant.

"You know. If Catelyn Tully discovers us, this will be our end," Arthur said, breathing.

"Maybe. But until Jon is king she can't do anything."

Arthur nodded and kissing her on the head rose up to get some wine.

Licking her lips she asked, "Are true the stories about Dorne and Quentin Martell?"

"Yes," responded her brother sipping from his goblet without wearing something.

"And Jon?"

"He sent a warning to them."

"Good. That means he isn't like Ned."

"We almost had discovered who was behind his death, you know? But we lost the proves. Now we need to find new proofs, but we will do that after our return."

She nodded.

He offered her a goblet of wine, and she accepted it. And after had taken a sip from his goblet he said, "He doubts my loyalty to him, should Dorne invade us with an army. But I'm sure they will never do that."

"If Quentin Martell became king, yes."

Arthur said nothing. She knows that he was thinking now. And she knows The Martells, Especially Doran, and he lusts for power. He always said that when the Targaryen lost the throne, the Martells lost the possibility to put Dornish blood on the Iron Throne. Not that it's mate now. But she still held a bit of hope that they will not do that. After all, Elia is married to her first brother. She loves her family, but if it comes to a war between the North and Dorne she will always choose her son's and daughter' sides. No matter the costs.

After had drunk the wine from her goblet, Ashara asked, "Will you protect my boy from danger, during the expedition?"

"Of course I'll do, sister. I made a sacred oath on my blood, when he was born, that I will always protect him. Him and Arya," he then added, chuckling, "even though I think the students have surpassed the master, in their own ways."

And she laughed too. Her children have really walked a long road until now, and she was very proud of them. Even Ned would be, in his own way, of course. He never told them that word, but Ashara could see it in his eyes when he was alive, because she knew him very good, even though he was a man who never kept to one bed, especially when he was with the fish bitch.

And she really hopes that Jon and Arthur will find who killed him.

She was brought out of her thoughts when her brother said that he needs to dress and go to wake the king for the journey. But she wasn't ready to let him go.

"Don't go yet, brother. Let Jon and Daenerys have their little moments."

"What? They already did it?"

She nodded, smiling. She was really happy that they crossed that line. Now they both can be happy. And maybe, give her some grandchildren.

"And how do you know that, dear little sister?"

"Let's just say that the doors and the wall whisper a lot, and my daughter-in-law screams a lot and especially loudly."

"I know of someone else that loves to scream when is fucked."

"I loved, once. Now, less. But that depends on how hard you fuck me, dear brother."

"Then I think it's time to find out," he said chuckling, and coming at her, giving a kiss on her lips, he puts her on all fours, slapping and kissing her arse.

"Gods, you have such a beautiful ass, little sister, the best in this world."

"Is the ass my best part, dear brother?" she asked with a smirk, knowing very well his response.

"Nope. Your tits are the best," he responded leaning over her, and grabbing her big, heavy tits that were hanging down.

He squeezes them both, and she could feel his erections on her arse, and she would really love to have him inside there, again.

Jon POV/Daenerys POV

She was in a snowy, destroyed village full of bodies. The village was located on one type of peninsula, with the sea bathing its beach and the rocky mountains on the other.

Then she saw it on the mountain, white shadows with blue eyes looking down, and the crowned one raised his arms and all the dead on the ground rose.

As she looked around, her gaze landed on Jon, who was surrounded by the undead, and who was fighting like he had never done before, cutting left and right, swinging ice in an inhuman way.

But then she heard a scream, almost like the cracking of ice on a winter lake. And she saw a white shadow with blue eyes charging towards Jon, on what looked like a giant icy spider, holding some type of frozen spear in his hand. She immediately shouted to Jon to make him to warn him about the enemy that was coming towards him, but Jon, lowering himself and with lethal strikes, managed to kill the spider and with it the one who rode him.

But then she saw him fall on his knees with an icy arrow stuck in his chest.

"Jon!" Daenerys cried out waking up in panic.

She didn't know what happened, or what it was, but Daenerys was terrified. And above all seeing Jon on the ground, frozen, the terror took over her.

She began to look around, and realized she was naked. When she felt an arm wrapping around her waist and when she heard her name called along with a kiss on her shoulder, she immediately turned around and hugged him tightly to make him almost choke.

Jon laughed when she did it, but as soon as she began to cry he stopped, hugging her strongly.

After a while, her cries began to stop and rubbing her hair on her back, he asked, " What is it Daenerys?"

"I had a bad dream." She responded, squeezing him even more tightly.

"Daenerys, if you keep hugging so hard you'll choke me."

And she immediately let him go, with widened eyes, and a face in fear.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked with a soft voice, not wanting to scare her.

He saw her taking a breath and saying, "I was in a destroyed village, snowy, and full of death. I saw them standing up, with blue eyes, and surrounding themselves. "Jon saw that Daenerys had his eyes fixed on an unspecified point. "You fought like never you have before, or rather like I've never seen you do."

"Well, at least until now it sounded good," he replied, chuckling, trying to easy the mod.

She chuckled too, but then added, with a serious tone, "Then I saw you fall to the ground with the armour pierced by an Ice arrow."

"Oh. I see." Rising her face with his hand, he said, "Do you fear that I will die, Daenerys?"

She nodded, with tears at her eyes.

He quickly hugged her, and she sobbed in his arms. He didn't want her to warry, so he tried to assure her, "You don't have to worry, Dany. I will be alright. And I will have half of the Wolfsguards with me. And you know that Arthur is like a shadow to me. "

She nodded with a small smile on her lips. And this naked closeness, make his cock stir and began to harden. And he saw her cleaning her tears and glancing down at his member.

"I'd better leave you an unforgettable memory of me," said Jon smiling, and then getting up, and opening her legs.

He laid his mouth against her cunt, fingers parting her nether lips as he devoured her.

She gasped, grabbing his hair as she bucked against his lips with abandon. He knew that women love this thing with the tongue. His thumb searched for her pearl, not exactly knowing what he searched for but knowing its purpose from various talks, and from Robb. He found it, stiff and hidden, but it brought screams out of her sweet mouth and made her drip into his mouth. She screamed more and more, legs kicking and pressing on his head, gripping him so strongly it hurt.

And then she went rigid, her body arching into his mouth and out of the bed, her back bowed, and she screamed. Orgasm, Jon thought idly as she spent into his mouth. He blinked, licking his lips. He will really need to thank Robb, for his good advice, who knows, maybe even granting him a good title.

So he began to kiss his way up her body. Her navel, her belly, which he really hopes will soon carry his baby, then her beautiful breasts, that were a vision. He began to suck her nipples, that were hard. First one then the other, squeezing them in the meantime and keeping his eyes on her, who was moaning and giggling.

"You really like them, didn't you?" asked Daenerys. She was always a little ashamed by her breast because they weren't big as the ones of other women's, and sometimes she feels jealous. But now, seeing how much Jon loved them and how much attention he gives them, she thought that she was wrong to be ashamed. After all, if the king himself, your husband, loved them, they are good. But she was still waiting for his response.

"They are divine. You have wonderful tits, of the good size, and that fits in my hand. And I really love to like, suck and squeeze them." She giggled at his response.

Then he placed some kiss on her neck jowls, and finally on her lips, and she could taste herself on his. He began to slip his tongue inside her mouth and both began to battle for the control.

As he was kissing her hungrily, she began to move her hand on him, reaching his cock.

When she began to stroke him, Jon groaned of pleasure between the kiss. He loved when she did that, her hand on his members, and especially…in her mouth. Old Gods, you gave me the best wife a man could have. With a blessed mouth and blessed hands.

So, when she positioned his cock at her entrance, Jon griping her tight and rising it up, thrustsed in her with one movement, completely, without finding resistance. At this act, she gasped opening her mouth, arching her body and throwing back her head with closed eyes. He stayed in her for a bit, and gods forgive him, it felt so good. When she puts her hand on his back he began to thrust in her, first, slowly, then quickly. She opened more her legs, and he slammed her against the bed. She began to scream loudly, of pleasure as he fucked her hardly, with her eyes closed. The bed was almost shaking, from how hard and fast he was fucking her, and when his rhythm began to slow down, feeling that he was about to come, she opened her eyes and flipping him on his back, she began to ride him wildly.

He pried to the old gods to help him continue this, and don't come yet. Jon knows that even she must be near her climax, but she began to ride him even faster with her breasts that were jumping and her hands on his abs.

And when he could no longer contain, he spilled his seed inside her, and she arched her back in that, because she also comes, and landing on top of him, breathless. This morning was even better than yesterday when it was their first time.

As he began to caress her back with his fingers placing kiss on her hair, she began to laugh, between breathing.

"What is so funny?" He asked her with his cock still buried inside her, and she loved that. It made her full.

"You are such a wolf in bed. So wild and the things you did to me with your tongue. Gods. I didn't know that also the man did that."

"Did you enjoyed that?"

"Gods yes. You are gifted with your tongue. Who teaches you?"

"No one. Or to be honest, Robb told me about some of the ways to please a woman. And I was eager to ask him that. Especially when I found out that I would marry you. I didn't want to disappoint you."

She was struck by his words and confession. And in the good ways. When she asked her mother the way to please a man, she was thinking about Daario. But now she knew that he wasn't worthy to have her attentions. And she was glad that she didn't cross that line with that monster. Because the only one that deserves her, the only one who is worthy of these ways of pleasure, that only the whores of the brothels can give, is Jon…her Jon. Only hers.

Rising up, with her hands on either side of his head, and her breast, hanging above his chest, she said, "You had never disappointed me, Jon Stark. Outside or in bed. I only fear that when you'll leave tomorrow, I'll never see you." She feels his hands on her ass, and hips as he was caressing them. A tear from her eyes dropped on his cheek, and she continued, saying, "Losing you will break me beyond repair, and forever. I know that you may think how in such a small amount of time, I changed my feelings. But it's because of you. How you behave with me. Because I know that there isn't a better man, more honorable, and carrying than you ." She saw how some tears were coming down from his eyes, and so she also let them come and leaning she kissed him, between the salt taste of tears on the lips.

"Let's get to sleep, my love." He said closing his eyes.

'My love', Daenerys told herself. What a small word, that it seems means the word to him.

She placed her head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart, that she knows is hers, but that she also know is a broken one.

Looking up at his sleeping feature, she said in a low voice, caressing his bearded jaw, "Did I healed your broken heart, my love?" and drifted to sleep to.

When they heard Arthur at the door calling for Jon, Daenerys didn't want to let him get up. She spread over him and hugged him tightly, with eyes closed.

"Dany, I need to go," He said chuckling.

Shaking her head she said, "No. I will not let you leave, " but he, with a quick movement, flipped her off him, making her land on her back, and pinning her hands up.

"I'll return to you, my love," he said, kissing her on her lips.

Breaking the kiss she said, " You better do, or I'll come to the afterlife too, and get you back." He chuckled and rose up.

Opening the door a bit he said to Arthur, "I'll take a quick bath and will come."

Daenerys was watching her husband's sculpted ass as he was heading to the bathtub, and beating her lower lips, she asked, "Can I join you?" knowing very well what she wants.

"I don't think that it's a good idea," he responded chuckling. Considering your hunger for sex when we are naked, I'm not going to leave that tube so quickly."

"Can you blame me for that, dear husband," she replied, loving the sound of that word coming out of her mouth. " You are going to leave me alone in this cold bed, for who knows how many months. At least leave me with a good memory. "

"You didn't have enough from yesterday and this morning?" He responded getting in the tub.

"No."

"Old Gods, woman. You are insatiable."

"It must be my dragon blood. And it's also your fault. if you didn't know how to please a woman so good, especially with your tongue, I wouldn't have enjoyed so much."

"Then hurry up. We have a short time."

And, getting up from the bed, she runs quickly to him getting in the tube.

As she was stroking his chest with the perfumed oil for bathing, coming from Essos, she said in a seductive voice " I want you in my arse, husband."

"In your arse?" he asked.

"Yes. I want to try something new. After all, you will be away for several months, and we couldn't try new things."

"Then turn around, wife." He said in a commanding voice.

She braced herself, with the hands on the two sides of the tube, lifting her ass, and bending her head forward. One of the things, why she loved to have sex in the tube, was because of how big she was in the middle, and two people could easily bath in here.

As much as Jon just wanted to bury his member into her arse hole, he knew that he had to prepare her. He remembered stories from Robb, that it would be extremely painful to your partner if you did not prepare their arse hole for receiving your cock; that the arse hole should be stretched and slick before fucking. So he inserted two fingers into her cunt, to get them slick with her juices, then he slowly inserted one of those fingers into her arse. She squealed as she arched her back in response; pushing her arse into his hand as she stretched the tight exit.

As he prepared her arse with one hand, he used his other to coat his member with the sweet essence dripping from her cunt. Once he felt the muscles of her arse relax and that his member as sufficiently lubricated, he leaned down and whispered gruffly into her ear, "You have such a perfect arse. And now I'm going to fuck it hard, that you will not be able to sit."

He then guided his pulsating erect slick cock and aligned it at with her arse hole, and took a deep breath before slowly inserting just the tip of his member. When he inserted the head of his cock, he felt her muscles clamp down around his intrusion and watched as she gripped the tube on the bed with her fingers. He leaned down and pressed soothing kisses to her shoulder and neck as he continued to slowly push his member deeper inside her arse.

Once he was fully sheathed, he had to pause to calm himself; he felt as though his cock was going to explode. After several deep breaths, he was able to calm himself, and he began to slowly rock his him into her arse. After a couple of thrusts, he heard his lover let out a small wincing sound of pain. He immediately stopped moving, took in the appearance of his wife and noticed she was taking fast shallow breaths, so he kissed her jaw and muttered, "Dany are you all right?"

"I am fine," She replied softly with a hint of pain in her tone. "It is just... I… I just need to get used to having your cock inside my arse."

He stilled his hips in response and captured her lips. When he felt her relaxing underneath of him, he broke the kiss, placed his hand on her cheek as he then asked, "Do you want me to continue?"

She responded with a slight nod, even though she felt still pain in her arse.

As he began to move, he pressed his lips to hers again; he could tell she was still tense and uncomfortable. When he felt that she was beginning to relax beneath him he broke the kiss, removed his weight from her back, grabbed her hips and gave a powerful thrust into her arse. She let out a loud squeal and arched up into his chest. He then gave another slow, hard thrust, and she moaned with pleasure.

She then looked at him with her bright violet eyes, and he attacked her already kiss swollen lips with passion. His hips nearly stilled as their tongues began their familiar and when they broke apart for air, she smiled and whispered seductively, "Jon, I want you to fuck my arse hard and fast."

When she nodded, he crushed his lips against hers briefly before pushing her back onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her hips, and began to thrust harder, and then faster into her plump arse; he was mesmerized watching his cock plunging in and out of her arse. When her moans and wails of pleasure filled the room, and she began to thrust her own arse into his hips, this was all the encouragement he needed to quicken the pace even more.

Jon then removed one of his hand from her hips and slid it around, finding her hard bundle of nerves. When began to rub her clit, he could tell that she had peeked; her scream of pleasure echoed through the room, and he felt her sudden rush of juices escape her cunt. As she peaked, he continued to fuck her arse and after a few more thrusts, he felt his own climax was imminent.

After two more hard thrusts, he spilled into her arse collapsing into the water and dragging her with him.

They were breathless. And Daenerys was very satisfied with what they just did. She really enjoyed the sex with Jon, and she knows that the little shy girl of the past was gone. Now she was a woman, a wife, and a queen. And who knows if Jon's seed will take root, she may soon become a mother. Oh, how she would love that. The only thing that may sadden her, will be that Jon will be away. He will not see her belly grow with their baby, because who knows for how many months he will be away.

Now they were outside the keep. Jon was saying his goodbyes to his mother sister, and then it was her turn.

He was now before her, in his leather tunic armour, with his big coat, and his beautiful hairs were tied. He also has a big smile on his lips.

Hugging her, Jon whispered in her ear, "Remember that until I return, you will rule over the North. Do not show weakness, be firm in your decisions, and listen to your father's advice."

She nodded. They already talked about this, and she will not fail his trust.

"Tell your brother Rhaegar, to keep an eye, on the Bolton, Naaharis and the South, because if I'll not be here, and hell breaks up, he will need to lead the army against the enemies."

Breaking the contact, he kisses her on the cheek, "I love you, Daenerys. And, yes. You healed my broken heart." And began to head to his horse, but for Daenerys, this wasn't enough, so she runs toward him and crushed her lips against his, with the eyes of everyone on them. Who cares if they watched them, he was her husband, and she wants everyone to know that he is hers.

Breaking the contact he said, "Now it's time for me to goo, my love."

"Return to me, Jon Stark."

"Always," he responded, kissing her one last time. And climbing on his horse, Jon headed out of the city, with the Wolfsguard, and a small army.

She ran up to the walls of Winterfell, and saw him in the distance, with her hand on her belly, stroking it she said, "Old Gods, give me a child."