Chapter 48: The Dragon and the Wolf

In the south…

Dorne…

Different POVs

Oberyn split his eight thousand men between Lemonwood and Planky Town, but awaiting the coming of the Dothraki, in the harbour town, with a higher number of men. He knows that they can't win, but the best thing they could do was give them a fucking rain of arrows and prevent their landing, or at best, cause them many losses.

He had also given the order to block the Greenblood to prevent the enemy ship to pass the town and head towards the heart of Dorne.

The North denied their plead if help since they didn't even let the Dornish ships in, but Oberyn wasn't surprised by that. The northern are cold people who like to stay in their shell, ignoring the fate of those outsides.

The night was approaching when he heard shooting from the outside, "SHIPS!" and Oberyn immediately left the house where he was staying, forgetting to wear even the armour, heading straight to the harbour.

On the horizon, he could see a very big fleet coming towards them.

"Bring me a Myrish eye!" he shouted, and once one of the men brought it to him, Oberyn started to look at the ships. He could spot ships from Volantis, ship from Lannisport, and one ship with a gold spear piercing a red sun on an orange field. Quentyn.

"Signal the ships to get ready," he said to Ser Deziel Dalt.

So, your uncle gathered the army at the mouth of Greenblood thinking he can prevent our invasion?" asked Tyrion, watching through the Myrish Eye the Martel ships in the harbour of the town, awaiting their arrival."

"Yes."

"I would say he isn't a great commander if he thinks we are invading only from that side," said Tyrion, putting away the Myrish eye, and heading to the Capitan, but heard the boy say, "I'm sure he split the army into the different sides."

"That's even better for us, said Tyrion though he feared the Dothraki will be able to fight right now considering they are still sick because of the sea.

"SHIPS!" he hears shoot, and turning to the north, Tyrion saw a very small fleet with the Lion on them coming towards the coasts of Dorne. It seems his father sent some of the Westerlands men as support.

"Capitan. Give the order to your men to shoot the fire catapults on the town."

"But if it's destroyed how the Dothraki will land?" asked the captain.

"Do as I said, Captain," said Tyrion, and the Captain nodded, opening and closing the fire signal inside the metal lantern. After a few moments, Tyrion saw their ships starting to throw the flaming balls towards the town, as the fleet was stopping.

"Oh, fuck!" cursed Oberyn at seeing many flaming balls coming towards Planky Town. "Take cover!" shouted Oberyn to his men, who immediately broke their defensive lines starting to run away, but many others got hit by the balls and burned. Chaos started to rule in this town, and Oberyn didn't know how to bring in line the men as they were scared.

So, he did the only things that could have been done. Retreat. "SOUND THE RETREAT!"

"They are running like little cats," came the voice of the Khal in Dothraki, and the other started to laugh despite the seasickness.

Ignoring the comment, Tyrion returned his attention back to the town. There were four thousand soldiers there, and he knows that more than a quarter of them must be dead by now, so the only thing they need to do is wait for the flames to die and then land with all the Dothraki. Even though it will take hours to do it.

The Reach…

Jaime Lannister POV

Today was the last day that he will spend at Highgarden. At the first lights of tomorrow, his army will march on Old Town, ready to conquer the city, be it int the peaceful way, with the open doors or with the force. And he knew that his fleet was already there, blocking the harbour of the city. Jaime really wanted to see the face of Hightower at that sight and at the sight of his son one of their prisoners before his gates.

As he was observing the war map of Westeros, with the different deployment, Jaime hears knocking at the door and saw Old Tarly enter.

"Lord Tarly. How may I help you?"

"Tomorrow you are going to march on Oldtown, the last city of the Reach that still oppose you, but you didn't tell us what we need to do with the borders."

"Do? There is nothing to do. The lords need only to protect them with their armies, and make sure that Willas and Loras Tyrell aren't escaping."

"And Dorne?" asked Tarly, leaning on the table and looking straight at him with his tough look.

"Don't worry, Lord Tarly the snakes have their own problems with the Dothraki," replied Jaime smiling, and hoping that was the truth, since it's not like he had received any helpful information regarding that matter.

"When my son is going to marry your daughter?" asked the lord of Horn Hill. So this was why he came to speak with him. He had the fear of being deceived, it seems.

"Well, my lord. Your son will marry my daughter when she will be seventeen-"

"No. Too long. When she will be thirteen," the lord cut him.

"I think no, Lord Tarly," said Jaime, this time very seriously and approaching the old man. "My daughter is still young to be married and my father doesn't decide on this matter. Only regarding the matter of alliance."

The Lord of Horn Hill gives him a dark look, and asked, "What about Princess Margaery? What will happen to her?"

"I don't know. But I'm sure you will find out when you and all the lords will travel to the Rock to swear the oaths to the King."

"What?"

"When Old Town will fall, you and all the lord will sail to Casterly Rock, my Lord, and swear the sacred oaths to the King."

"I thought we already did," the Lord said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"You did. But now you need to go to Casterly Rock."

The Lord said nothing, only leaving the room, and Jaime sighed. He had the bad feeling that Tarly will be a difficult Lord to please and satisfy. But if he will hurt his daughter nothing will stop him from ripping the heart from Tarly's chest.

Stretching, Jaime left the room too, very tired. It had been months since he had slept with a woman, or to be more precise, his wife, but he couldn't wait to hold her again in his arms.

Iron Islands…

Victarion Greyjoy POV

He was in the great hall of Pyke, waiting to see what his brother the king had to inform him about. But it seems the only thing that Euron wants to do for now was to fuck his salt wife, that he had taken a few moons ago.

If Euron wasn't his king, Victarion would have killed him in this same moment, but since he was a loyal and dutiful brother, he won't act against him but hatch the revenge inside for the right moment.

With a loud groan, Euron spilled his seed in her before falling down on the throne breathing fast, and dragging the woman to him, "I must give you credit, brother. You know how to choose a proper wife. Thick and tight in the right spots," said Euron, slapping the girl's thighs, and then sending her away, all naked.

Victarion on the other hand, glared at his younger brother, squeezing his ax, and hearing him add, "And for that, I have a gift for you."

Waving his hand, a woman came in. She was very beautiful with brown skin and dark brown hair, but he remembers one important thing. Euron's gifts are always poisoned.

"This pretty girl, that I named the dusky woman was a slave that I captured in a sea battle from a slaver bound for Lys. She is mute since I cut her tongue so when she started whining and complaining. She will join you in the secret mission."

"What is this secret mission about? I thought we are still hunting our niece and nephew," said Victarion approaching the throne, and his brother. He didn't like the smug Euron has on his face, since it was never a good sign

"Well, in that regard, dear brother, you failed. So, I'm no longer sending you after them," Euron said, taking a sip of wine. "Instead, you will take the iron fleet and will attack House Celtigar on Claw Isle and bring me their Horne."

"Why?"

"You will find out once you bring me the prize, dear brother. So, I hope you won't fail in this. Now go. You leave in an hour."

Victarion growled at his brother, before placing his ax on the shoulder and left the Great Hall, heading to find his salt wife that Euron Joust fucked and kill her.

He reached the room where she was, information obtained thanks to his men, and saw her on the grown cleaning her body, and tears in her eyes.

He knows that this wasn't her fault, but Euron's and that's for sure she was already pregnant with Euron's child by now. But his honor was at stake now.

"I'm sorry, my lord," the girl said, without looking up at him, and stopping cleaning herself. She was accepting her death

"I know," he said, bringing down his ax and killing her.

An hour later…

Victarion was aboard of the Iron Victory, with all his crew and the woman given him by Euron, as he was looking back at his brother who was on the shore, with a smug on his face. He was aware of the girl's fate and he knew that Victarion would have killed her.

Returning his gaze back on the horizon, watching as the fleet set sail, Victarion said to the woman that was on board, "If you inform Euron, of whatever happens during this journey you will die in a very painful way."

The girl nodded, and he headed towards the cabin of the captain, however, feeling the girl following him right behind, but he ignored the fact.

However, what he was more curious about was why Euron wanted that horn, and he will need to make a deviation regarding the journey, before heading to the Claw Isle.

In the North...

The Dreadfort...

Different POVs

Jon was walking through the hallways of the Dreadfort, heading towards the Great Hall, where he will hold the war council for the Battle against the forces of the Riverlands, and after this, he will need to go and see Daenerys.

Entering, he saw that Robb, Lord Aerys, and the Wildings clan leader were waiting for him inside, and so some of his Wolfsguard too.

"So is the Bolton cunt dead?" asked Tormund, with his arms crossed, and Jon shakes his head. "Not yet. But soon."

Then turning his attention to the others, he started, "The Bolton weren't the only enemy of the North. A southern army had crossed the Trident and is marching on Moat Cailin. I don't know how far they are, but what is sure that we will fight at Moat Cailin."

"What does this southern army have?" asked Dim Dalba.

"Some men on horse, archers, but mainly on foot. Light infantry I would say mainly," replied Jon looking at the man, and Robb, added, "But they had a great number. Between twenty-five thousand men they had."

"Doesn't matter the number. We can beat them as long as their horses are dead," said Tormund.

"We can also try to manipulate their minds," said Shiera, placing a black candle on the table, and everyone turned towards her. "But for that, they need to be camped."

"Well, then that's what you are going to do. But we need the lords and their armies. The Free Folk won't be enough, and someone needs to stay behind to protect the Northern borders if the White Walkers breach the wall."

"They won't. Not without the so-called Horn of Winter."

"Yes. But once the Tully are defeated, we need to name new members to the Wolfsguard," Jon said, looking at SmallJon, since now he was the Lord Commander.

"I have some names in mind, but it will be better to put them to test," SmallJon said, and Jon glanced at Arthur who has his head down.

"Have you already spoke with, Daenerys?" asked his Hand and Jon shook his head. "Then I think you should go right now and speak with her."

Jon nodded, leaving the Great Hall and heading to the chambers where she was staying.

Daenerys was in the room where she had stayed for the past weeks at the Dreadfort, but she couldn't wait the moment to leave this cursed place, and she hopped Jon will destroy it. She still couldn't believe that he was back. Alive and back in her arms.

They still need to talk about what happened in all these months and especially what she is feeling, even though she herself didn't know what she was feeling.

But the first thing she really wanted was to hug him, and kiss him, something she didn't for almost a year.

After had bathed, and feed Syrax, Daenerys laid down on the bed. She needs some rest after all that happened here today and in the past weeks.

As she was lying with closed eyes, caressing her dragon, that was laying his head on her belly, Daenerys heard knocking on her door. "Come in."

And she saw Jon enter. He was no longer wearing his armour, and he was clean of the blood that was on him before. Her dragon moved away, and she rose up a bit, leaning against the headbed, looking at him.

Sighing, he approached the bed and sitting next to her.

Silence dropped over them for a brief moment, before he swallowing and looking away started to talk.

"I'm sorry, Daenerys. I shouldn't have gone beyond the wall and left you alone to deal with the problems of the Kingdom."

He was looking down feeling a sudden fear take over him. He was fearing to look at her and see something that he will never see. Anger, disappointment, loss of trust. So, he keeps looking to the floor until he felt her warm hands take on of his, and this gives him the courage to look at her.

He could see the spark of tears at the corner of her beautiful violet eyes and that she was struggling to keep them at bay, but swallowing she says, "If you didn't go beyond the Wall, we wouldn't have a chance to fight the coming enemy. The wildlings would have been part of the dead army." She stopped to look down at their joined hands, and this gives him the possibility to admire her, and how beautiful she is.

"But that doesn't mean that I'm not angry with you. Yes, this was a very important mission that needed to be done for our good and our future, but you left me for almost a year," she said keep looking down and squeezing his hand. "We only started to get to know each other better, started to fall in love and you have left me, Jon. You have left me alone, pregnant, and in a cold bed."

"Dany..."

"No, Jon. I need to let this out," she said, looking up at him, and now he could see the tears streaming down from her eyes. "I don't know if you could imagine the situation in which I was. The pressure of the crown on me in this time. Dealing with lords that disrespect me and question my decision because someone wanted to stain my reputation because of the past mistakes, calling our children bastard because they insisted that they weren't yours."

"Dany..."

"And besides these, there were the difficulties in dealing with inner enemies that wanted me dead and your whole family."

"Do you think I don't understand," he said, stopping her, and raising his voice more than he meant. "I know that feeling. Catelyn Tully wanted me dead since I was a child. She wanted my mother dead. And now a Tully army is marching North. I had to look my back from the enemies since I have memory, because that is the life of the royals. Always watching behind yourself and make sure that there isn't a hidden blade somewhere." He stopped himself from counting, fearing that in anger he may say something that he will regret.

The silence dropped again on them and Daenerys turned away from him and looking at the side, as she crossed her arms. The tears were falling freely on her beautiful cheek and sighing, Jon turned her to look at him. "I'm sorry Dany. Let's not fight. I missed you."

"I missed you too," she said with a broken voice and releasing a choking sob, as he pulled her in a hug, and felt her squeeze him immediately. With that, he kissed her, slowly, as if it was their first time.

With one move, Jon pulled her in his lap, holding Dany tightly to him, and keep kissing her, as she was running her hands through his curly hairs and shoving her tongue in his mouth. He could taste the sweetness and the salt tears on them, as he was kissing her.

"I missed this," she said, unbuttoning his tunic as he started to rise her nightgown, knowing perfectly that it was the only thing between them. "I missed your perfect warrior body," she whispered, running her hands over his chest and abs. But if she wasn't kissing him right now, he would have said that his body is far from perfect. Now he has scars and injuries, that long ago he would have loved to have them, but not now.

As expecting, pulling her night-gown over the head, revealing her perfect breast with the already hardened nipples. He squeezed them and kissing them, but she stopped him, saying, "not now. Another time."

"You know why no," she said, resuming the kiss, but he stopped, looking at her puzzled. "What?"

"The children," she replied, pushing him down, but he made them roll, so he was on the top.

"If you deny me your tits then I should claim something else," he said starting to move downwards, toward the other sweet part of her that he adored. Her thigh pussy.

He licked a path up her inner thigh till he was on level with her neat patch of silver-blonde curls. He nibbled his way around her womanhood and rubbed his nose into her tiny, coarse patch. Daenerys gasped and moaned as he growled into her. Her eyes were now closed, and her legs snaked around his head.

He rubbed again, kissing her outer lips. "Gods! I missed your smell, my queen," he breathed into her. Her hands clenched the furs tightly.

He licked up her slit, and she arched off the bed with a moan, but he pushed her hips down with his hands, holding her immobile as he did it again and again and again until she cried out louder. She was sure that all the Dreadfort will know by now that her king is making love to her.

Up and down, over and over, he licked her from end to end. He pushed her thighs apart, spreading her wider, and push in and out of her, fucking her with his tongue.

Her head rolled side to side as high-pitched moans echoed from her throat; her toes buried into his shoulders, but that didn't stop his relentless attack on her cunt. In one motion, he sucked her firm little clit into his mouth and slipped two fingers inside her.

Daenerys felt her blood rushing through her body, as her orgasm started to build up. She began to pant and clutching the furs below. "Jon! Jon!"

Still pumping in and out with his hand, he flattened his tongue and rubbed steady, hard circles on her clit.

"Oh! Old Gods!", she chanted wildly as he moved his fingers faster, in perfect sync with his tongue.

Daenerys grabbed his dark curls on his head and pushed his head further into her. She moaned in passion, and thrashed on the bed, helpless to stop the wave that was quickly approaching.

"Jon, I'm going to come! Don't stop!", she screamed. Her whole body shook, and her knees got weak, and finally, she stiffened up, lifting her ass up high off the bed. His fingers kept fucking her, and as she felt herself beginning to let loose. Her juices flooded out of her body in a gush, coating his tongue and face. He lapped them up with his tongue. She let her death grip in his hair loosen and eased herself away from his mouth, and lay limp on the bed, panting.

He then leaned over her, with arms on the sides and she pulled him down and kissed him hard.

Jon grunted wildly and caught her mouth in a fiery kiss. Both moaned hard into each other's mouth as he pushed in and out of her. The pleasure was flowing through her body, seeping into her muscles from her bloodstream. She buckled her hips to match his thrusts.

"Oh, Old Gods, Jon…. Yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she screamed in pleasure as Jon started to thrust faster. Harder. His arms were straight on either side of her head. Her tits bounced every time he surged forward, and he bent his body flexibly to feast on them, despite her telling him not to do it because they were still sensitive and full of milk. He pushed into her, fast and merciless. Pure heated pleasure swelled all over her body.

Their bodies slapped together over and over, hard and quick for several minutes. He hooked one arm under her knee and raised her leg up over his shoulder, to give him more access and go deeper.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkk!" Daenerys panted as her body bounced up and down quickly under him on the bed.

His right hand squeezed her butt while the other groped her sensitive breast taking her to the highest level of pleasure. "Yes, like that. Old Gods, yes! Jon…", she screamed, closing her eyes shut as she felt the building of her climax.

Suddenly, he flipped her around in one swift motion, making her yelp and entered her from behind. She moaned at the contact and shut her eyes.

He brought a hand to her clit and placed his fingers above her clit, so each time he pushed forward, she bucked up against his fingers.

"Harder, Jon. Fuck me harder!" she demanded, and he did just that. He pushed into her mercilessly until she's pinned against the bed, her cheek resting on the soft bed. He pounded rough and fast and her gratified screams echoed off the walls.

Daenerys felt her legs shake vigorously and then she had gone stiff yet again. A strangled moan leaked from her lips as her peak hit harder than the last one. Jon continued to plug her dripping fleshy cunt from behind and managed a few more thrusts before, with a loud groan, spilled deep inside her, and she in return arched her back. His arms collapsed, and his full weight fell on her, but he rolled off her immediately, panting heavily.

"Old gods," he murmured.

"Well, after more than nine moons since we fucked, I would say that you partially satisfied me," she said, rolling on her back, and looking at him, as Jon rose, holding on his elbow.

"You are so beautiful," Jon said, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. "The most beautiful woman on whom my eyes have ever laid."

And she blushed at that, thankfully that the sex had already reddened her check, otherwise she would be a bit embarrassed.

"What about Shiera Seastar?" she asked, looking down. "She is a very beautiful woman."

Jon fell in silence for a moment and looking straight at her chest, he started, "Shiera Seastar is a very beautiful woman, I won't lie. Long Targaryen hairs, two beautiful mismatched eyes, one dark blue and the other bright green, not to mention that she had a very big bosom-"

"Enough," she said, not wanting to hear furthermore, turning the other side, and crossing her arms as jealousy was taking over her. She knew perfectly well how beautiful Shiera was. Everyone in Winterfell would not stop chanting about her beauty, but to hear her husband acknowledge that, say it loudly, it was a strike to the heart, and she felt tears in her eyes and coming down her cheek. She wasn't beautiful enough for him, it seems. And certainly not as expert in bed as Shiera would be.

"Dany," he said, placing his hand on her chin and slowly turning her.

"I know that I'm not as beautiful as Shiera, and not as good in bed as she for sure must be," Daenerys started, ignoring to look at him.

"No. You aren't," he said, and she looked immediately at him, with furrowed eyes, wanting to slap him, but smiling, he continued, "You are far more beautiful than her," and that made her smile widely at him.

"Your beautiful violet eyes that shine like amethyst, had no match in this world; your beautiful fleshy lips that I love so much to kiss and that I missed beyond the wall," bending down to give her a slow kiss, and stopping to continue, "your beautiful long, pale silver-gold hair, that I love so much to run my hand through them; And your beautiful tits, that even if they are small, they fit perfectly in my hands," and he bends down to catch one of her nipples, and squeezing the other with his hand.

"But what I love the most is your perfect pussy. Tight and made perfectly for me."

This time it was her the one to grab his head and pull him down in a fiery kiss. This will be a very long and hot night, and damn everyone if they won't be able to sleep because of her loud moans and screams of pleasure. She waited for more than nine moons to have him back. Now it is time for her reward.

So, pushing him on his back, Daenerys climbed on him, and grabbing his cock she placed at her entrance, and with one move she sank down on him. He groaned and she moaned, before bending down, whispering, "This night is far from ending." And she started to rock her hips, with closed eyes, as he grabbed her hips, instinctively.

The morning lights were starting to rise and light the room where they were staying, through the windows. Daenerys was lying on Jon's chest, listening to his heartbeats and making circles on the chest around the wound where one of the arrows had hit him. She had missed so much this little moment. Cuddling. Their worm bodies tangled, listening to the beast of his heart alive. His kiss. His tongue. Having him inside her. She could feel his seed deep inside her, and her juice with his essence on her legs. But they will need to be careful otherwise she will get pregnant in the mid of a war. And they don't need that right now.

"I saw our son," came Jon's voice, breaking the silence, and she immediately rose up with her heart beating fast.

"What?"

"Our son. Aeinon. I saw him," he replied, looking at her softly and pulling some of her falling locks behind her ear.

"Is he alive? Is he alright?" she asked immediately with tears that were coming down. "Does he has scratch…"

"Calm, Dany," he said, chuckling, and placing the hand on her cheek caressing. "Yes, our son is alive and healthy. And he misses his mother," Jon finished, cleaning her tears, but that only made her start to cry even more, and kissing his hand. Jon rose up immediately rose, hugging her and whispering comforting words

"I thought I lost him," she says between cries, as Jon was stroking her back. "I went….search for him in the woods and I failed."

"Shhh...he is well and safe, Dany," Jon said, trying to reassure her, and feeling her arms squeezing him even more. "But I need to tell you something." He added not really knowing how to start, and, his wife with tearful eyes, looked up at him.

Cleaning her tears again, he said, "I was in Ghost after I died. Or should I say mostly in him, since there were times when I was in a cold darkness. But I was in him when he went to save our son."

"So you succeed where I failed," she said with sadness, looking down.

"You didn't fail Dany. If it wasn't for the traitors you would have found him," Jon said trying to reassure her. "It was Sansa that kidnapped him." At that, she broke their hug, and he could see the waking of the dragon.

"That fish bitch," cursed Daenerys and starting to murmur something that he couldn't understand because of the low voice. She got up all naked and headed to the window.

Daenerys was beyond the angry situation at this point. Learning that it was that bitch of Sansa Tully or waters was making her want to kill that bastard bitch with her own hand because she dared to lay her whoring dirty hands on her little pup.

"Arya went to search her," Jon said, coming behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle. "I swear to you that she will pay Dany. I will…"

"I will kill her, Jon. No matter if she is your family. I will kill her," Daenerys said, breathing fast as anger took over her. "I will kill her slowly and feed her rotten carcass to Syrax."

"She isn't my sister. She is Edmure Tally's bastard, and right now he is marching North to Moat Cailin," said Jon and she looked up over her shoulder. So, what Shiera told her was true. The throat had crossed the trident and is marching on Moat Cailin.

"Good. I think this is the perfect moment to show the south how House Stark and Targaryen welcome the invaders," she said, bringing the hand behind her, and grabbing Jon's cock. "But at the end of the battle, I say we should make father, daughter, and mother reunite before their slowing death."

"Is…Is Cat-Catelyn Tully…alive?" he asked, groaning, as he was stroking him.

"Yes. I thought you found her. She should be in a room, I think," Daenerys said, feeling him cup her breast as his big cock was starting to struggle in staying hard behind her in that small space since they were almost joined.

"We will find her, but first…." She moaned as he brought his hand on her pussy and immediately started to stroke her numb fast, "…. I want you to fuck me hard and fast again. I missed being fucked by you for nine moons, dear husband. Don't you think that what he did a few moments before was enough to satisfy me, you're wrong."

That was enough to light the fire inside him, and turning her around, Jon grabbed her ass, and crushed his lips with hers, before pulling her up and heading toward the wall where the window was.

Daenerys yelped, giggling at that, and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. As he was pressing her against the stoned wall, that she didn't even care it was cold, Jon guided his cock to her entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he entered easily into her.

She knows that she was very tight for him. She could feel it when he fucked her. How her walls clenched on him more and more every time she is near her climax.

And now it wasn't different. She felt the pain mixed with pleasure when he had fucked a few moments before.

He started to fuck her fast against the wall but stopped when they heard knocking insistently at the door, and Jon groaned in frustration.

"They really know how to ruin an amazing moment," he said, pulling out, and still hard as before, headed towards the door.

Opening a scratch, Jon asked, "Yes, what is it Arthur.?"

"You need to come, Jon. And quickly. Something bad happened," she heard the worried voice of the Sword of the Morning from the other side of the door.

Jon glanced at her for a moment, and nodded, "Give me a few moments and I'm coming."

"What is it?" she asked when Jon closed the door, and he, sighing, replied with annoyance, "The killing mood had come for me. I need to go and see what Arthur wants to show me." Starting to head towards the bed to take his clothes, but she stopped him, pushing him on the bed.

"I think that this isn't proper for a king," she said, glancing at his still hard cock, bending down and starting to run her tong up and down, and also over the tip, before taking him in her warm mouth.

Jon was biting his feast and squeezing his eyes because of the great pleasure he was feeling, and he knows that he isn't going to last long with her skillful mouth pleasuring him. And in fact, just as he thought, since he could no longer hold back, when she took him all, Jon spilled deep in her throat, collapsing on the bed, with a limp cock.

Now I really need to go," he said, panting, and felt Daenerys climb on the bed.

"Well, you better hurry, because I want my reward for this." He nodded, starting to get up, and to dress, before leaving the room after a kiss on her lips.

"We really don't know what happened, but five of them already died," said Arthur as they were heading to one of the biggest chambers where the bodies of the children of the lords.

Entering, Jon asked the Maester, "What caused their death, Maester Wolkan?"

"I don't know, your grace. Five minutes they were all in a good state and then suddenly they started to fall. One of the umber girls said that she had dizziness."

"Why there is blood at their nose?" Jon asked, approaching one of the bodies, but the Maester didn't respond, because it seems he didn't know.

Turning to Arthur, Jon said, "Where are the others?"

"In another place. But Shiera is visiting one of the Manderly girls, too see if she too is feeling bad," replied Arthur, as they left the room, to head to the dungeons. If someone can tell them what happened that was Bolton. If he wants, of course.

But right before they got inside the dungeon, Jon heard someone calling for him, and turning, he saw it was Viserys, "The lords of the North are coming, your grace."

"Close the gates, and get ready to fight if they attack," Jon said entering the dungeon.

He walked through them, hearing the Bolton soldiers who were there chained, insulting him, shooting at him, and cursing, and once he reached his destination, he saw him too. Chained and with a bloody face.

"I see some of my men enjoyed torturing you," Jon said, and Bolton laughed with a mouth full of blood and his teeth brooked. That must have been SmallJon's fist. "What have you done to the children of the lords?"

"Oh…So they are already dead?"

"I ask you again. What have you done to them?" asked Jon sighing starting to lose his patience.

"I suggest that you spent these last moments with your wife because she will die soon."

"What did you say?" he asked, this time very worried and angry, but Bolton didn't respond, only laughed, and Jon immediately left the dungeon starting to run to the keep and the chambers where Dany was.

A few moments before…

Robb and the wilding took their position behind the shield wall of the giants, ready to fight the Lords if they are her to side with Bolton.

One of the Giants shouted something in his language, and then he heard Tormund said, "White Banner."

So, making his way forward through the men and the giants, Robb indeed saw men on horse riding fast towards them, as the army was waiting in the distance, and without advancing.

After a few moments, Robb saw GreatJon Umber, Jorah Mormont with Mage Mormont, Rickard Karstark, and his heir, Glover, and a lot more. The only ones missing were the southern Lords.

"Welcome to the Dreadfort, my lords."

Where is he?" asked umber stopping a few inches away from him and looking down at him, since Robb was much smaller than him.

"Who?"

"Bolton. Where is that bastard," Umber asked, again.

"In the dungeon. The King is questioning him at the moment," Robb said, leaving out the fact that some of his children are dead, and with them some of the others.

"Is queen Daenerys well?" asked another voice and Robb saw Jorah Mormont approach, and he didn't like the way he asked. When he returned from beyond the Wall, he heard whispers regarding the fact that the old man was lusting for their young queen and he really hoped that it wasn't true. But hearing the concern in his voice, the whispers are confirmed to be true.

"Yes," replied Robb, glancing at Mormont with a death look, before turning back to umber and looking him straight in the eyes, asked, "But may I ask why you are here, my lords?"

"For Bolton's head," came the voice of the old Lord of Karhold.

"And you will have it, my lords. But first, we need to fight the invaders from the south. And since I see that your armies are here, I think it's best to march on moat Cailin as soon as possible."

"Not before we see the King and that our children are alive and safe returned to their home," said Karstark, stepping right next to him. They both were tall men in front of him. Looking at them for a moment, Robb nodded, stepping aside, and weaving with the hand to the wildings, "Well, without the men, I think you can go inside the Dreadfort."

"With that, the gates opened, but Robb saw his best friend run fast towards the keep, followed by the members of the Wolfsguard, beside SmallJon who approached them.

Daenerys was lying on the bed rethinking of this night and of this morning. They didn't really sleep, but only fucked, like rabbits she would say, and she wouldn't be ashamed to admit that she loved and isn't done yet. She could still feel his taste inside her mouth or his hot seed deep inside her.

However, she knew that soon they will need to leave for Moat Cailin to fight another battle, and she intends to March with the army, but first she wanted to enjoy every moment.

Realizing that Jon may not return very soon, because it passed a long time since he left, Daenerys decided to get up and dress. And after that, she will go and see what is happening and why Arthur was so worried. After all, they are the king and the queen.

However, as she rose from the bed, Daenerys suddenly felt a dizziness take over her, and she fell back on the bed. Then she felt blood coming from her nose, and that made her panicking. She didn't know what was happening to her. The last thing she saw before everything went black, was Jon running at her, as the door opened.