Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and The Game of Thrones. They belong to their respective authors. I am writing this just for fun and no money is being made.

AN: I would like to apologize for my mistakes in advance. I do not have a beta.

Warning – Derogatory language and attempted rape.

A Few Days Later

Elsa's Quarter in Castle Black

Jon didn't have to keep watch today, so he was in his quarters tonight, just like Sam. The dragons were lying in front of the fireplace, sleeping peacefully, practically on top of each other no less, much to Elsa's amusement. Tired from the long day, all she wanted was a bath and sleep. After drawing a bath, she removed her clothes, shivering as the cold wind washed over her and hurried to the sanctuary of the bath.

The tub was made of wood, unlike the lovely monstrosity they had in Winterfell. But despite it being small, the exquisitely hot water soothed her muscles and Elsa breathed a soul-deep sigh. She craned her head back, resting it on the edge of the tub as the fire nearby emitted a soft glow. She relaxed enough and lulled to sleep.

The creak of a door woke her from a light doze. Elsa craned her neck to peek outside and frowned when she saw no one. Standing up, she stepped out of the bath and hastily threw on her shift when a silhouette entered the room.

"No need to dress on my account, My Lady." The man said mockingly.

She had seen him during the day and shivered as she remembered the way he had stared at her. The thin slip she had donned did nothing to hide her frame, but she held her composure and asked, "What do you want?"

"Now, let's not play these games." The man took a step closer and Elsa instinctively stepped back, suddenly realising that there was nowhere to go as the back of her legs collided with the tub.

"My guards will…?" she asked, grasping to come up with a plan so she could find a way out.

"A little something in their ale… they're sleeping like babes." He shrugged, grinning lecherously and added, "I'm not the one to miss an opportunity… especially when I see such a perfect set of tits."

Elsa gritted her teeth, not only at the crude language but at the extent he'd gone – so no one would interrupt his nefarious plan. Bidding time, so she could run, Elsa started, "You're a man of nights-watch. Lord Commander…"

"Fuck the Lord Commander! And we all know you're nothing but a Stark whore." He interrupted her with a snarl before adding in a lower voice as if not to frighten her, before adding with a smirk, "If you keep your mouth shut, I'll even make it good for you."

Elsa glared at the man and moved her hand to get hold of the pitcher of water lying nearby, conscious so he wouldn't detect any movement. She clutched it between her hand as soon as she found it and didn't wait another second before throwing it straight at his head. He fell back with a curse and she took the chance to rush outside, but the man got hold of her slip and pulled her down. She screamed, her nails digging into his skin as she scrambled to get away, but he took her hair in a fist and slammed her head on the ground. Sudden pain blinded her and she gasped for breath.

"You bitch!" he spat before roughly yanking on her slip, ripping it apart.

Something wet and thick dripped onto her eyes and Elsa resisted the urge to throw up. The man settled himself on top of her, undoing his breaches and muttered, "Pretending as if the bastard and you are better than the rest of us…"

There was a screech and he stopped short, staring at her children with wide eyes; Elsa's heart plummeted anew when she realized that all four of the dragons were standing by the door.

"A-are these… dragons?!" The man gasped aloud.

She could practically feel their confusion as they tilted their necks to look from him to her, squawking at her.

"What the–" the man stopped whatever he was about to say and a mad glint shined in his eyes as he ranted, "I'll sell them to the king! I'll be a Lord. The richest one there has ever been."

He stood up swiftly and kicked her stomach. He laughed when she moaned with pain and walked towards the dragons. She curled into herself, only to open her eyes when she heard a loud screech followed by another and another. Though the pained haze, she noticed that the man had now picked Balerion and Silverwing by their napes!

'No! No, no! She couldn't allow him to harm them! She wouldn't! Even if she had to kill him herself.'

"You fuckers! You're going to make me rich." He grinned.

Distressed, her dragons cried loudly, flapping their wings to get away from the man and Elsa felt anger like she had never before. She didn't think she would be able to speak without making herself sick, so she collected every inch of strength left inside her and pressed an image towards the four of them. They stopped their screeching, startling the man as Balarion looked at her, craning his head towards her questioningly.

The man understood something wasn't right and turned to look at her with a frown, but Elsa smiled at him and hissed, "Dragonfire."

She heard the click of the door at the same time he dropped them hastily, but both Balerion and Silverwing fluttered their wings and landed on the floor with perfect ease. All her children sucked in large breaths of air before exhaling it towards the man, who stumbled back, ready to escape but it was too late as different coloured flames enveloped him whole. After a few seconds, they closed their mouths and turned towards her, pleased with themselves.

Elsa watched satisfied as the man screamed and screamed with agony, his flesh melting slowly right before her eyes. She heard Jon calling her name from the other side of the fire, but she was entirely focused on the man who wanted to sell her children.

Everything around her was burning, but Jon was here which meant he would keep her children safe. With that knowledge, she finally closed her eyes and welcomed darkness like an old friend.

As soon as he heard the scream, he picked his sword and rushed out of his quarters, Ghost following in his wake.

'Elsa, Elsa, Elsa!'

Heart in his throat, he hurried straight towards Elsa's chamber because something was wrong.

'Where were her night guards?' He thought furiously.

Grenn, Edd and Lord Commander Jeor came running as well, but he didn't wait. He tried to open the door as soon as he reached her chamber, but it wouldn't budge.

"Elsa?" he shouted, trying the push the door open, but to no avail.

"What in the seven hells is happening?" Lord Commander shouted, but Jon ignored him, focusing on the door to break it

"El? It's me. Open the door!" He called again, throwing himself against the door.

Bless Edd, who pushed along with him, breaking the door easily. It crashed down onto the ground, falling inward. Jon rushed in, eyes widening when they fell on none other than Karl Tanner holding Balerion and Silverwing. Rhaegal and Aeghar were in front of him. He ignored the sharp intake of breaths behind him and curses, instead focused on Elsa, who was lying on the floor – bare.

"No, no, no, no, no." Jon chanted under his breath.

Red hot fury burned inside him and he moved to kill the fucker, when suddenly he dropped the dragons and tried to rush towards the door. Before he could understand what had happened, all the dragons inhaled and spewed fire towards Tanner. He howled as the fire caught his clothes, but the dragons didn't stop. More flames erupted from their mouths and soon, the scent of burning flesh filled the air. There wasn't much anyone could do but watch as Tanner keeled over, still on fire, but visibly dead.

"Ghost – stay." He ordered, ignoring the gasps of – 'Are those…' and 'What…?' eyes fixed on Elsa's unmoving form, blinking the moisture from his eyes. He shook his head viciously and moved towards her, when abruptly Balerion turned on him with startling speed and breathed a steady jet of fire.

Jon jumped to the side, winded. He rolled to his hands and knees and staggered to his feet, singed by the wave of fire. Faintly, he heard Lord Commander and Edd hissing something at him, but he ignored them in favour of inching closer. The smell of smoke and burned flesh washed over him as looked at the dragons and said softly, "Balerion! You have to let me pass."

Balerion screeched again, louder than before, his siblings following as they moved to place themselves in front of Elsa. Rhaegal fluttered his wings, seemingly anxious. Jone turned to look at Elsa's slumped form and something in his chest cried out.

'The bloody bastard had tried…'

Jon shook his head and choked out, "Balerion, you know I won't hurt her. Let me help her."

A cough tickled his throat because of the smoke that had filled the chamber, but Jon kept his eyes on Balerion, who stared back with disturbingly intelligent eyes. He moved even closer, his hand hovered in front of the dragon's face, trying to emanate an air of calm and said in a steady voice, "Please."

Agonized heartbeats ticked by before Balerion turned his head away a fraction. Jon took this as consent and slowly moved to kneel beside Elsa.

Half of her face and her hair were matted with blood and once again, rage surged through him and the edges of his vision shook. He pulled his cloak off clumsily and cod covered her with it. It was too much and he touched her cheek with a trembling hand.

'Gods Elsa… what did he do to you?'

Balerion's eyes pierced him as he pulled her limp body into his arms, gently carrying her away from the charred body on the floor. The bed was on fire and his hands shook as he hurried out of the room, all four dragons trotting after him.

She was so still and quiet… She never liked staying still. Lowering himself on the floor, he pulled her closer and touched her cheek with trembling fingers. His voice quavered as he called urgently, "Elsa? El… Can you hear me?"

"Snow! Snow!" Someone called and he looked up to see Lord Commander Mormont staring at the dragons with stupefied awe, even as he said, "Maester Aemon would be able to treat the wound, but you need to hide the – dragons. If anyone saw them…"

Jon nodded, realising the gravity of the situation and stood up and stated, "I'm taking her to my quarters – they will follow."

Kicking the door open, he waited for the dragons to enter. Once inside, he closed the door behind them and walked to his bed.

He heard footsteps and Ser Alliser's voice as just he hurried inside, waiting before closing the door behind them. Jon was loath to release his grip on her but eased her onto his bed gently. The dragons gathered around the bed, while Ghost leaned against his leg in mute comfort. She lay like a discarded puppet and his eyes filled with tears, just as someone knocked on the door.

"Jon." Maester Aemon's voice called.

He rushed to the door, opening it halfway, only to let Maester Aemon in. Sam, Edd and Ser Alliser were standing beside Lord Commander, who met the eyes, indicating that they had much to talk about and he swallowed.

Closing the door firmly, he watched Maester Aemon inspecting Elsa asked, "Is she hurt anywhere else?"

"I – don't know." He whispered, feeling utterly clueless.

By now, Balerion, Rhaegal and Silverwing had decided that she was in safe hands and had flopped together in a corner, while Aeghar clung close, curling beside her on the bed. Jon kept his eyes on her. His stomach felt hollow at the sight of a deep cut on her perfect skin, weeping a sluggish trail of blood. The maester's gloved hands moved quickly, a glass syringe poised over the opening of the wound, containing a cloudy, red-tinged substance.

'Firemilk.' Jon swallowed hard.

He'd seen grown men take all manner of abuse without flinching and then fall to pieces weeping when the healers cleansed their wounds. He knew from experience how it burned – from when he had been hurt as a child – and it had made him wish he was dead.

Elsa's eyes snapped open as her body arched and she screamed with agony. He rushed to kneel beside her and clasped her hand. Pained lilac eyes met his silver ones before they clenched shut, leaking hot tears.

"Should we give her milk of poppy?" he asked urgently.

Maester Aemon shook his head and stated grimly, "The wound is too deep. If I dosed her with milk of the poppy, there is a good chance she might not wake."

Her cold fingers tightened in his and he kneaded her hand between his to share his warmth. His heart gave a sharp flip inside his chest at the sight of her tears, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. If Jon could have traded places with her, he would have in a heartbeat.

By the time Maester Aemon packed the wound, she was trembling

"It's done. You should rest now, dear child." Maester Aemon said gently, patting her hand in a soothing motion.

Elsa took a shaky breath, blinking through tear-clotted lashes before meeting his eyes and whispered hoarsely, "Jon…"

Jon wiped her tears away with his thumb, rested his forehead on the back of her hand and murmured, "I'm here."

"For now, I think, consuming this should be safe enough." Maester Aemon said, producing a square of linen.

She accepted the package and untied the string, already knowing what it was and mumbled, "Willow bark."

"Indeed. For the pain." He told her softly and stood up. "I will return in the morning to look at the bandages."

"Thank you, Maester Aemon." She spoke.

"It is my duty to take care of the injured as the Maester of Castle Black." He told her kindly before pointing towards the dragons and added, "Also, it is you I should be thanking. It is because of you I was able to witness a miracle."

Elsa and Jon exchanged a glance, confused how he could see the dragons, but chose not to voice their thoughts as the old man left.

Once Maester Aemon left, Jon closed the door and moved to settle on the bed beside her, his back against the headboard. Carefully, he drew Elsa against him, her cheek resting on his chest and murmured nonsense words to soothe the both of them. His warm breath tickled her hair as he asked, "There… that's better, hmm?"

The firemilk's seething burn had ebbed to a dull throb, but the wound was quick to remind her with a sharp jolt if she moved too quickly. A headache pounded at her temples, throbbing with each beat of her heart. In reply, she merely tightened her hold on him and hummed.

He held her close, fingers rubbed her arm gently for some time, but he couldn't hold himself back and whispered, "El?"

She had nearly fallen asleep, but asked, "Hm?"

Unable to form words, he choked out, "Did he – Karl – he didn't…?"

Finally understanding that it must be eating him from the inside, Elsa twisted to look up at him and cupped his cheek and whispered, "No. No, my children saved me."

"The way they acted… and Balerion didn't let me near you – I – I thought…" He blabbered helplessly.

"Shh…" She rubbed her thumb across his cheekbone and muttered, "I'm alright."

Jon closed his eyes with relief and turned into her hand to kiss her palm. He couldn't understand the sudden emotions that filled him when he met her eyes – perhaps it was the fear of losing her that made him do it, but he couldn't control himself as he tilted his head towards her and brushed his lips against her soft ones. Elsa didn't respond and went utterly still and he pulled back as fear slicked his skin like a plague.

"I – I…" he trailed off feeling no better than Karl. "Forgive me, El. I didn't intend to frighten you. I just… you're…"

'Stupid, stupid, stupid!'

She had just… and he had – without thinking about her. He'd probably terrified her.

Deciding to leave the bed and give her privacy, he pulled back when she touched his cheek gently. Startled, he looked at her as she threaded her fingers through his silver hair and looked into his silver eyes. Elsa tilted her chin ever so slightly and Jon bent to press his lips against her hesitantly. He tilted his head, moving his lips against hers, letting her take the lead. Her lips were as soft as he had imagined and his cock throbbed in his trousers at the first tentative brush of her tongue against his lower lip. A sound like a groan escaped him as he opened his mouth wider to let her taste him.

'Delectable.'

Cradling her face with his rough hands, he took control and suckled on her lower lip with gentle pressure. She moaned and her hands moved lower to fist in his jerkin. Warmth curled throughout his body as she sought his mouth urgently and deepened the kiss. When she flicked her tongue against the roof of his mouth, a madness possessed him. The hot slide of her lips against his; the wet caresses of her tongue; her laboured breaths because of his kisses and the barest hint of pain as she clenched handfuls of his hair. It was too much and not enough at the same time. A soul-deep hunger filled him which demanded more – more of her taste, her touch, the press of her body against his… just Elsa.

The instant she broke away, his chest filled with hurt and his grip on her tightened. She pecked him once more before pulling out of his embrace and whispered, "The door."

Belatedly, someone banged on his door and he heard a voice – Lord Commader's, his mind supplied and he closed his eyes to compose himself. It was a good thing that he had decided to lock the door after Maester Aemon.

Everything was chaos. Ser Alliser had been quick to blame Elsa, but before he could shove his sword in the man's chest, Maester Aemon and Lord Commander had quickly rebuked him. Thankfully, they along with Edd and Gren had decided to hide the existence of dragons from everyone. For now, he was allowed to stay with his sister as he was the only family around, but he wasn't sure how long it would last.

His desperation to go back to his sister must've been visible, which was why he was dismissed from his duties for the night. He sighed with relief when he found her asleep after returning and settled beside her, pulling her as close as possible without hurting her further.

Two Days Later

The wound on her head was deep and would take long to heal, but she was feeling better as the pain had dulled significantly as the days passed – which was why she decided to move and get some fresh air. Though, her eyes fell on Jon, the instant she stepped out and she watched as he defeated his opponents within moments, fierce and determined to prove himself. He had always been good at swordsmanship, but now, he was even better. She noticed the effortless way in which he moved, easily defeating his opponents.

Her mind drifted back to 'Karl Tanner' and she shuddered. If she had only known how to use a sword; she wouldn't have been left defenceless? Living in Winterfell, with father, Jon, Robb and the soldiers, she had never been in such a situation. Magic had always helped her, so why did she freeze when attacked? What use was it when she couldn't even save herself?

Everyone knew Elia Martell and her children were brutally murdered. If a Princess could be raped and murdered in her home, how could she be safe? Being a Targaryen made her vulnerable. The name alone was enough to put a target on her head. And if people were to find out about her dragons… They'd started flying and it won't be long before everyone from north to south knew of their existence. They were not invincible, but how would she be able to protect her children if she couldn't protect herself?

Which was why she needed to learn how to protect herself. She wasn't going to be ashamed of herself anymore. She needed to practice, so it could be used at will – one thing she knew – her magic was strong. She just needed to figure out how strong. She also needed to learn how to fight with a sword because somehow, she just knew that this was just the beginning and things were about to become worse.

Until then, she was going to write to her aunt Daenerys and uncle Viserys, hoping to connect to the last of her living family.

"How are you fairing, my lady?" A voice asked, startling her and she turned to see Jeor Mormont standing beside her.

'How had she missed him?'

Giving him her full attention, she replied, "Loads better. Maester Aemon is a miracle worker."

"Good." The man narrowed his eyes and said, "He informed me you're healing faster."

Elsa looked away instinctively, knowing she had always healed faster than anyone else. 'Magic' her mind supplied.

"As I said, Maester Aemon is a miracle worker." She stated instead.

He raised one eyebrow and asked, "How are your birds?"

"They're…." Elsa trailed off uncomfortably.

"I do not appreciate being lied to…though I'm glad they saved you." He told her firmly.

She was about to apologise when he added in a low voice, "…Lady Targaryen."

Elsa's eyes widened and her heart thudded in her chest as fear gripped her. 'How did he know?'

The question must've been clear on her face as he replied, "You have the Targaryen eyes."

She had always loved the colour of her eyes. Sansa had always been jealous, wanting the distinctive colour, not the blue everyone in her family had. For once, Elsa wished she had been born with her mother's eyes instead of her father's.

Unbeknown to her inner turmoil, he told her carefully, "Being the Lord Commander of the nights-watch, it doesn't matter to us what happens out there, but I should let you know that Ser Alliser is suspicious."

"Oh." She blinked as her heart thundered in her chest, unsure where this was going.

He looked at her and stated, "We have the situation under control for now. I do not know how long we can keep it that way."

She nodded, knowing he was asking her not to put him in a position where he had to throw her out in front of his men. He wanted her to leave and she nodded before stating hesitantly, "Lord Commander Mormont, I cannot thank you enough for keeping… my secret."

"Of course," Jeor nodded. After a moment, he cleared his throat and said, "I would like to ask forgiveness, Lady Elsa."

She blanched at the reminder, but started, "There is nothing to apologise for. You didn't…"

"I do." He cut her off, raising his hand to stop her and added thickly, "You were attacked under my watch… by one of mine."

"You shouldn't be held responsible for the actions of a grown man, Lord Mormont." Her voice was as cold as ice as she said this. "He got what he deserved."

Mormont eyed her and nodded. "Aye. He did."

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 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 do it, 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, "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 firelight, gave her hope and she whispered, "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 stood on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. She grabbed handfuls 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, but soon 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 time with his as if they have done this all of their lives. The kisses between them turned passionate and needy. His teeth nipped at the flesh of her tender bottom lip before her tongue twined with his. He mirrored the supple movements of her lips, the languid strokes of her tongue.

Elsa pulled back a little, only to see the desire in his grey eyes as clear as a day. Jon couldn't resist and gripped 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. Jon listened to each sigh or hitch, peppering her throat with kisses, while his hands moulded the contours of her shoulder and back, mapping her shape and she hummed with pleasure. The taste of her skin, salty with sweat, was addicting.

Emboldened because of her reaction, he broke the kiss reluctantly to fumble with the ties of her fur coat. He dropped it down in his haste, roughly tugging at her gown. Elsa was too lost in his touch as her fingers made quick work of the ties on his coat, to notice when her gown fell to the floor. The immediately bunched around her waist, leaving her in nothing but her shift.

She shivered at the way his eyes darkened and he leaned down, pressing his lips hungrily against hers. 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, 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.

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 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. Blinking out of his haze, Jon shrugged out of his jerkin and yanked the under-tunic over his head.

He didn't miss the way her eyes wandered over his torso and she moved her thumb and forefinger plucking at his nipple. It was a surprising bloom of pleasure that made him grunt as he cupped her hips and pulled her until his cock was dragging through her lower lips.

The world around them whittled down to this bed. All that existed was the heat and passion throbbing through their hearts, dragging everything away in its tide.

EN: If anyone's interested, I've posted an explicit continuation of that last scene.

A Night in Catle Black - It is smut, so I decided to post it separately as many readers don't like reading the particular part. It will entirely be your choice if you want to read it or not. 😊