Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Ice and Fire Novels, Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon TV shows. However, I decided to have a little play around with the characters. I do not earn any money from writing these stories, it is for my entertainment and is something I like to share.
Early posting with some Saturday Night Smut
Warning explicit sexual content. If you were waiting for a proper smutty chapter, then this is the one. The bedding one was a little tame by my usual standards, so I thought I'd make up for it. ;) Enjoy.
Sansa IV
As soon as Arya left the room and the dagger behind her, Sansa got up and walked over to her vanity table and Jon strode over to the door and locked it. "We won't be disturbed this time. He smiled
"You still want to?" Sansa frowned.
"You didn't tie your breeches up properly. I've had a hard time concentrating on anything else." he smiled.
"Not even the dagger?" she asked, looking at him through the mirror as he stood behind her.
"What dagger?" he asked in a hoarse whisper, as he pushed her head to one side and began to kiss the side of her neck. With his other hand he reached around to the front and tucked his right hand down the front of her breeches, inside her smallclothes and began to circle his finger around the very sensitive area he had concentrated on the night of their wedding. "Is that good?" he whispered.
"Very." Sansa moaned, pressing her backside against him, gyrating against his manhood.
"Gods I want to taste you. I want to watch you fall apart as you come with my mouth all over you." he begged as Sansa looked at him in shock. "That makes me hard."
"You want to kiss me down there." she frowned.
"There's a bit more to it than that, but that's the essence of it." he smiled. "You'll like it a lot, I promise." Sansa hesitated for a moment, not sure as it did sound a bit odd. "Don't make me beg." he pleaded.
"If it's what you like." she said with some trepidation.
"You sure about this?" Jon asked, looking up at her with an uncertainty in his eyes.
"Yes!" Sansa whispered. "I want you to."
"Stand there." Jon turned her around so she was propped up against the vanity table. "You'll need something to hold you steady."
Sansa put her thoughts to one side as she watched Jon get down on his knees and undo the strings from her breeches, before pulling them down, throwing them to one side and leaving her wearing just her plain white smallclothes to temporarily cover her modesty. She swallowed her pride and concentrated on Jon, who was looking up at her with adoration in his eyes. "Gods Sansa you're beautiful." he said before he began to kiss her hipbones, which tickled. He pulled her smallclothes to one side and gently caressed her folds with his fingers. "And wet with it." he growled, as Sansa felt her cheeks flame red.
Jon kissed the outside of Sansa's smallclothes and the tops of her inner thighs causing her to tense up as she didn't know what to expect. Although Sansa was putting a brave face on it, she felt awkward being so exposed to him like this. What if she smelled of tasted horrible? After all, only an hour or so earlier, she'd been sat on the back of a dragon. How could she stand the embarrassment, she wondered until she reminded herself they were married now and modesty was not an option if you were to practice making babes, only honesty.
Her fear must have been more noticeable than she thought as Jon stopped what he was doing and looked up at her with a slightly confused look on his face. "You okay?" he asked. "What's wrong?" he frowned, his voice full of concern.
"I'm not so sure." Sansa frowned. "It's just that...I've...I've never done this before." she said. "What if... what if you don't like me there?"
Jon smiled an understanding and reassuring smile. "Sansa, this part of a woman's body is beautiful and it would be disrespectful of me to not worship it as if you were the mother herself. I want to do this." he insisted with a soft voice.
"Okay." Sansa nodded, she knew as his wife, there was going to be no place to hide with Jon, and if she was going to open up to him and be with him, he was going to want to get to know every inch of her body, just like she was desperate to get to know every bit of him.
"Relax." Jon said. "You'll love it, I promise." he told her as he looked up at her with so much earnest, she couldn't help but believe him. Sansa allowed her body to relax as she leant harder on the vanity table. Jon removed her smallclothes and lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, causing her to wobble slightly.
"Erm...Jon..." she frowned.
"Don't worry, you're safe with me." he assured her. "I've got you, you won't fall." he smiled as he wrapped one arm around Sansa's hip to help steady her.
"Okay." Sansa whispered as she looked down, watching him intently.
Jon stroked her folds with his fingers before parting them, his tongue followed suit, slowly tracing a line up to her sensitive spot and circling it before returning to her core. "You taste incredible." he grinned. "As good as the best Dornish red, and infinitely better than ale from Castle Black." he said causing Sansa to giggle. She knew he was only saying it to relax her, but she appreciated the sentiment.
Sansa's giggles soon turned to moans of pleasure as Jon's tongue made it's way into her entrance and he began to use his tongue like he would his manhood, all the while massaging her nub with his thumb. Heat began to pool in the pit of Sansa's stomach as his tongue worked harder, increasing the throbbing in her core, building up like wildfire spreading through her body, ready to explode, when Jon changed what he was doing. He began to suck on her nub as he inserted two fingers inside her, gently slipping them in and out whilst his mouth paid close attention to her sensitive spot. Sansa gripped hold of Jon's hair with one hand, the other gripping hard onto the vanity table.
Sansa knew she was about to fall over the edge. The heat building up in her core, combined with the intensity of the throbbing, which was now on the verge of turning into the white hot contractions, signalled the onset of an extremely powerful orgasm (as Arya had earlier called it). Unbelievably, Jon must have recognized what was about to happen as he inserted a third finger inside her and increased the pace of his thrusting. Finally the spasms inside her core ripped through her, sensations which felt like they were sending Sansa spiralling into the skies, the orgasm was unlike anything she'd experienced before.
"Gods...Jon...Aargh!" Sansa cried out as quietly as she could as she arched her back pulling Jon's head in closer as if she needed more, of what she didn't know because she'd lost the ability to think or speak. Her body went rigid as Jon stopped what he was doing and held onto her more tightly as her legs began to wobble.
Jon slowly lowered Sansa's leg onto the floor as she tried to regain her breath. He kissed her stomach once more before standing up, while Sansa finally managed to get her breath back. Once he was on his feet, he removed his doublet and tunic, revealing the scars on his chest. For some reason, Sansa liked the scars, they were the reminder he was here with her and not dead. Jon might hate them but they made him more special than other men. Instinctively she kissed the one over his heart while her hands moved to his breeches which Sansa quickly unlaced, to be met by his smallclothes, housing his very erect member. She ran her hand over the fabric causing him to quietly moan in a way that stirred something deep inside her. Deciding she wanted to hear the sound again, Sansa quickly divested Jon of his rest of his clothes, him helping her along the way.
"Can I?" Sansa asked, nodding towards Jon's erect member. Wordlessly Jon nodded at her in surprise, probably not expecting her to be so forward, but she was curious as to how it felt. Sansa gently took hold of his length in her fingers and examined it, stroking her fingers up and down, despite its hard appearance, the skin was warm and soft, a tiny bit of fluid seeped out of the end, which Sansa caught with her thumb, touching the swollen head, causing Jon's eyes to roll. His moans of pleasure gave Sansa a small sense of satisfaction knowing she could have this much power over him, not the power of a Queen, but power to give him a personal pleasure which would be intimate and private, for them only. She desperately wanted to taste him herself, but she was new to all of this and she wasn't sure whether he'd like it or not. Sansa thought it was better to talk about it another time. Now was for learning and trust.
Once Jon had regained his composure, he kissed her passionately, allowing her to taste herself on his lips, which was surprisingly erotic, while he moved his length between her legs, coating himself in her juices and creating enough friction against her nub for the throbbing to begin to build up once again. Her body was desperate for some sort of release, but mostly she wanted him inside her.
Jon pulled away from the kiss. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Of course." Sansa nodded, she she would do practically anything he suggested, because she knew he wouldn't hurt her, his intentions were simply to give her pleasure.
"Turn around." he said, turning her so they were both facing the mirror. "I want you to bend down a little and place your hands on the table." Jon instructed to a confused Sansa. She trusted him, but she'd had bad experiences with Ramsey who had done something similar, although no mirrors had been involved and Sansa suspected the mirror was key.
Sansa lay the palms of her hands flat on the table. "Like that?" she asked.
"I'd put them closer to the edge, it is for balance." he told her. "But first lets take your doublet and tunic off." Sansa had hoped to keep them on, but as he was naked as his nameday, Sansa couldn't really say no, plus her most private parts were already on display. "If you don't like it, we can use the bed." Jon offered, clearly sensing her hesitation.
Sansa shook her head. "I trust you. If you think this will be good..." she started.
"I've never done it in front of a mirror before." Jon admitted. "You're beautiful Sansa, and I just wanted to look at you while we were doin it, that's all." Despite his words not being what she would have called romantic in her mind as a young girl, now as a grown woman it was the sweetest thing imaginable.
Sansa folded her hands around the edge of the vanity table. "Is this better?" she asked.
Jon nodded smiling as he pulled her hips back a little and nudged Sansa's legs apart. He knelt down and up her wet folds, sending shocks of pleasure to her core. He ran his finger up and down her slit and inserting it into her core. "Gods you're wet." he whispered seductively as he gently inserted his length inside her. He pushed inside only a little way, allowing Sansa to stretch and accommodate his girth before slowly pushing into her even further until he was fully inside her.
Initially Jon set a slow steady pace, giving Sansa the chance to get used to the feel of him reaching the deeper parts of her. However once Sansa had become accustomed to the deep penetration, his movements increased and Sansa began to appreciate how wonderful this position was for her, far better than laying on her back in a bed. She began to move her hips in unison with him, ensuring his thrusts were enabling her to push his manhood as deep inside her as possible to give maximum penetration.
"Gods...you're tight Sansa." Jon moaned as he bent over and began to kiss the scars on her back, replicating what she had done with his heart. At the same time, their eyes were fixed on the mirror as they watched themselves, their faces painted with the expressions of lustful bliss. Sansa was shocked how the image affected her. To increase the erotic imagery they were watching, Jon began to massage one of her breasts with one hand, while simultaneously circling her swollen nub with the fingers of his other hand, causing the heat that had been gradually building up in her stomach to begin to boil.
"Is that good?" Sansa panted.
"You have no idea." Jon nodded.
"Jon...I think I do." she moaned as the throbbing between her legs becoming more powerful with every thrust he made.
"You look so fuckin beautiful like that." Jon panted.
"We look beautiful." Sansa corrected him. "A King and Queen. A wolf and a dragon."
"Out their maybe. In here we can be whatever we want, and right now we're fucking like wolves." he gave her a wild look through the mirror. "Come for me Sansa." Jon commanded as he rubbed her nub while speeding up even more.
Sansa couldn't take any more. "Oh yes...oh yes...gods..Jon...Jon..oh" she moaned and then her voice went silent as the spasms ripped through her core and the rest of her body. Sansa arched her back, pushing her hips backwards against Jon's, who had continued thrusting in and out while her insides were contracting around his member, yet incredibly he didn't finish with her.
Suddenly Jon pulled out of her and turned her around. He moved backwards and sat on the chair Sansa usually used when she did her hair. His member stood proud and tall, waiting for her.
"Sit on top of me!" Jon told her, which all Sansa could do was nod in response. She hadn't fully recovered from her previous orgasm and she wasn't sure if she was physically capable of putting the effort into reciting her own titles, let alone be able to do anything keep going much longer. However, her desperation to see him finish, incited her to continue. Jon to move his hand enough to position himself at her entrance and push his hips to hers as she straggled his hips and slowly lowered herself on top of him. She felt him sliding inside her in one swift movement causing a moan to escape her mouth when she realised how good it felt, no more incentive was needed to carry on, just the pleasure.
Sitting on top of Jon meant Sansa's legs were spread wide while Jon had his hands cupping the cheeks of her behind. She wrapped her arms around Jon's neck to steady herself as she realized this was going to require some balancing effort on her part to allow Jon to be able to manage the position successfully and help her lift her hips, especially as her feet only just reached the floor.
Her core was already slick and had previously adjusted to his length, meaning he didn't need to take it as easy this time, her body quickly adjusted, she and Jon began to gyrate in a motion which allowed him in and out with an increased pace manoeuvring her hips in unison with his. Every time their bodies met, they pressed against Sansa's already sensitive nub, causing her to once again feel the heat inside her building up.
Despite not being sure how much more her body was able to take as her body was beginning to tire from the exertion, this new position was beginning to fuel some other desire, something she didn't expect. On their wedding night, their kisses had been to remind her who she was with and block out memories of anyone else. The other times they had kissed, it had been to encourage them both to want more. Now they were heading towards the final moments where kissing wasn't necessary, but she desperately wanted to kiss him. He had a look of pain, desire and submission on his face, the sight of which, she had to admit, was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, and she wanted to make sure he knew he was hers and she was his.
Sansa pressed her lips to his and opened her mouth fully, inviting him in. the kiss was different to the others they had shared, this time it was full of fire and passion, their tongues dancing one moment, fighting for dominance another, their lips sucking and biting one another, leaving Sansa breathless and in desperate need for more. Sansa ran her hands down Jon's body, once more exploring the scars on his chest, taking in the faint lines as well as his nipples and the small tufts of hair surrounding them, running her fingers down his well defined abs until she found his hips and his treasure trail. She slowly traced her fingers along the lines of his hipbone. She pulled away from the kiss and placed one hand on the back of the chair to give her the balance she needed. She knew she wasn't far from another orgasm, but that would be her last, she needed Jon to finish and she was going to do everything she could to make sure it happened, even if it meant dropping her Queenly composure and shedding her ladylike manners for a few minutes. She reached back and found his sack and gently massaged it, hoping it would feel good for him. His response was quick and to the point.
His eyes opened wide. "Seven hells Sansa, where did you learn that?" he asked, not giving her the chance to answer as his mouth caught her breast and he began to suck on her nipple, distracting her from answering for the moment. Jon moved his hand between them and found her nub, which suggested to her he was close. Hoping to bring them both to a climax Sansa had an idea, she had enjoyed it when Jon's words had been filthy, she wondered if he would like her to do the same.
"Fuck me harder Jon." she panted. "I want you to come inside of me." she whispered, however her own words combined with him sucking her breast and massaging her nub seemed to have the desired effect on herself instead. "Oh my god Jon..." she moaned. "Yes...yes...yes..." she cried loudly, not caring if the whole of Winterfell heard her as the white hot spasms of her orgasm sent her core burning and pulsating around Jon's member. She arched her back,and her body went rigid as wave upon wave of her orgasm rocked throughout her body, while the contractions in her core continued to milk Jon's shaft.
Sansa dropped her head forward in the hope Jon was about to finish too, she didn't want to miss his face. She knew her actions had worked as she felt Jon shudder with his own release. Sansa watched him while still riding high with her own pleasure.
"Fuck...Sansa...aargh." he cried as he scrunched his face up, pressing his hips tightly to Sansa's as she felt his warm seed spill inside her. Right there he looked stunning, beads of sweat on his brow, his raven curls slightly damp, but more importantly, in that moment he was completely hers and she was his, their bodies still merged together, clinging to one another as if the world would come to an end if they let go.
Jon's head collapsed between Sansa's breasts, arms wrapped tightly around her waist while his softened member still buried deep inside her. Sansa rested her cheek on his head, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"Just a little longer?" Jon asked. "I never want to forget this moment." he said looking up at her with an expression so tender and adoring, Sansa felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
"Me neither." Sansa said. They stayed like that for a few moments longer, however Sansa had to move as she was beginning to stiffen up.
She walked across to her bedroom screen to wash herself and pull a nightcoat around her shoulders, but as she did she felt Jon's arms around her waist from behind, although she noted he was still soft.
"How does it feel to have ridden two dragons today?" Jon whispered into her ear.
"Exhausting." she laughed. "And it has made me hungry. Put some clothes on and I'll have someone fetch us some supper."
"Probably best to have another look at that dagger." Jon sighed before kissing her on the cheek and disappearing behind the screen.
Sansa sat in front of the fire to wait for Jon and smiled. For the first time in her life, she was truly happy. She just hoped it would last.
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