A/N: Had to deal with both stress at work and then some personal troubles, but still at it :)
Jon scooped Daenerys up and carefully carried her in his arms, his hand on her ass but being gentle with her, as Daenerys was pregnant with their child. She giggled with delight as she tightened her fist on his shirt. Jon chuckled happily, for it was a long while since he heard her laughter and always wanted to hear it every single moment.
Closing his eyes as they neared the outside of their chambers in their manse in Volantis, he had to have some privacy with Daenerys. She didn't know if Daenerys wanted to couple in the bed, on the floor, or wherever, but he would be fine either way. I will carry her to the middle of the chambers and set her back down on her feet. "Daenerys, I want you so badly, but I'm worried we will go too far, too soon. You are about to give birth and I don't want to hurt our child."
But just as quickly, he realized how foolish he was being, how… hesitant he was acting with his aunt-wife, who had grown far from the flower that many others still saw her as.
"Jon, I promise you. Our child will be fine, for it is still early. But..." She pauses, and hearing the hesitation in her voice, Jon became concerned. He held his breath, waiting for her to finish with what she has to say.
"But?" He asked carefully.
Daenerys placed her hand on his cheek. "Nothing. I was just thinking of useless thoughts, about the witch. And now I know it's not true."
Jon wanted nothing more than curse the witch for making Daenerys' life so hard.
"If I ever find that witch, I will make sure that she knows what true prophecy looks like."
Daenerys smirked. "That's my dragon. Now, I want you to fuck me, Jon. And thrust into me hard. So… shall we do it on the floor?" she suggested, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
He pulled her against him by placing my hands on her hips. She growled as he began kissing her neck, her fingers running through his hair, encouraging him forward. His hand moves to cup her perfect breast above her fitted blouse. Their lips found each other's, and they smiled as they kissed, Daenerys running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. Their lips then part, and their tongues began moving together. Daenerys pulled him towards the bed while our hands roam slowly over each other's body.
Suddenly, Daenerys's hand was rubbing my shaft outside of his breeches. He groaned with pleasure. "Yes, I think we will sleep here," Daenerys smiled into his ear.
"Good answer," he eased as he sensually slid his hand up her thigh and under her skirt. He placed my hand on her as, over her very tight small clothes. He kept his hand still, controlling his urge to touch her sweet lips. I can already feel that she's wet for me.
"Don't be a tease," Daenerys panted, as her hand began undoing the belt buckle at the top of my slacks. Fuck, I really want her as I did the first time. Jon moved his hands away from her ass in order to pull down her gown. He smiled when he saw how luscious and sizable her breasts were, filled with the milk that will feed their child.
"Care to share why you are smirking?" Daenerys teased him as she undid the rest of her gown, gently going over her pregnant belly, before pulling it down past her hips. He groaned appreciatively as he rushed to catch up with her, pulling off his shirt over his head.
"Just thinking about how larger you will look in the coming moons," Jon jested smugly, quickly satisfied with how she gasped in mock offense.
"I will not look large," Daenerys complained before nibbling on my earlobe.
Jon took that moment to slip his fingers into her small clothes. Gods, she is so wet for me, he thought again. He began pleasuring her and she gasped loudly. Daenerys groaned as he let herself get accustomed to his rhythmic strokes after so long. I really do not want to get separated yet again.
"Oh my God, Jon! Please don't stop," Daenerys begged as she arched her back, pushing herself further into my hand. "It feels so good again."
Jon rolled to lay on top of her, her legs automatically wrapping around his hips as his hand continues to touch and tease her. After a few moments, she began panting heavily, her hand wrapping around his wrist to encourage him to keep going.
My other hand started to squeeze her breasts, as he began licking and kissing her nipples. At once, she screamed out his name and came around his fingers as he set a steady pace to help draw out her orgasm.
Daenerys collapsed under me while also tightening her legs around me. She began to rub her core against his hard cock.
"Tell me," she whispered.
"Tell you what, Dany?" he groaned between kisses to her breasts. He took her left nipple into his mouth and gently rub the front of my teeth against the peaked nub. Daenerys gasps loudly and pulls on my hair, causing Jon to smile and follow with a sweet kiss.
"How will you help us win?" she panted, barely able to form a sentence. "I know you are trying to ease me back into it, but we should be going at this harder."
He smiled with one final kiss to each of her nipples. "I just want to savor this moment for a little while longer before that damn wager is on our minds again."
Daenerys and Jon make eye contact, and her eyes narrow. For a moment, Jon worried that his words made her mad, so he quickly returned to the pleasurable ways to distract her from her anger.
But then she burst out laughing, allowing Jon to breathe out in relief. "My, my. Such a sweet one, as always." Daenerys giggled. "As you wish, my king. But please hurry. I want us to win the wager."
Jon smiled appreciatively as his eyes roamed her beautiful body, even with her belly about to get larger. Daenerys laughed while sitting up while tightening her hold on Jon's body. Daenerys looked at his gambeson and raised her eyebrows, almost challenging him.
Jon felt his pulse race, as he undid them and slid them off. At that moment, his erect cock was now very evident from underneath his small clothes. Daenerys smiled at him, amused and pleased, and he grinned back and pulled her close to him. His hands on her hips once more, Daenerys placed her hands over mine. She bit her lower lip while grinning at me, as they both pull his small clothes down and off.
"I want to taste you, like the last time," Jon whispered in her ear. "I ache to put my mouth on your entrance and make you scream my name."
Daenerys trembled in his arms. "Of course, like always. But I want your cock in my mouth first," she commanded while pushing me to lie on my back.
Oh, fuck. My queen, the mother of dragons, is going to kill me. But if I must die, this will be the way to spend my last hours on earth.
Daenerys smiled at him mischievously, as she saw her cock twitch before she even touched him. He watched in awe once more as she single-mindedly and enthusiastically pleasured him with her beautiful mouth. His hips sway right along with her until he felt himself ready to release.
"Daenerys, I'm close, I can come on my stomach," he hissed, desperate to hold off to keep from spilling in her mouth. But she didn't listen and continued onwards, as Daenerys went to lick the tip of his head and then hold eye contact as she once again took all of him in her mouth, sucking vigorously until he lost control and erupted. She swallowed my seed while he groaned with pleasure.
Once the aftershocks faded away, Jon pull her close to him and embraced each other. Daenerys smiled proudly as she should, for she still had it. Jon kissed her forehead before he began kissing down her body. And when he reached her core, he took his time slowly building up her pleasure.
After Daenerys came a second time, she begged him to stop. She was exhausted and needed to catch her breath and conserve her energy. They lay quietly next to each other, as Daenerys snuggled in his arms and Jon used his free hand rub her back.
But after a moment, they were ready to go again. Without a word, he closed the small gap between them and pulled her against him, gathering her in his arms. She tilted her face up to look at him, and he returned her gaze. One hand went to cup her cheek again. Daenerys closed her eyes, reveling in the roughness of his skin as he swept his thumb over her cheekbone. In the end, his lips came down on hers, his tongue begging entrance to her mouth once more, and she let him in. It was the sweetest, most honest moment she had ever shared with him, and one that she never intended to forget
In that moment, Jon could swear that their kiss rang true like Valyrian steel and laid them bare to one another.
Daenerys returned his kiss, wrapping her arms about his neck, tangling her fingers in the dark, curly hair that hung over his collar. When they broke the kiss, they rested their foreheads together, eyes closed, both feeling as they always felt for each other, two perfect halves coalescing. This was something strong and true, unlike anything else either of them had ever felt; something unbreakable.
Everywhere he kissed, he left a trail of liquid fire on her skin. Daenerys felt, perhaps, Jon's kiss was the one fire, alone, she was vulnerable to. A small moan escaped her as he sucked on a particularly tender bit of flesh below her ear; he responded by picking her up and gathering her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held onto his neck as she mounted him like Drogon, feeling his hardness growing as with each step her molten core rubbed against him through his leather breeches.
He laid back as she looked down at him, eyes nearly black her irises were so dilated at the pleasure of looking at him. She ran her hands up his sides, over his ribs, her thumbs coming together over his abs, wandering over the deeper muscles and to his hips, then. Daenerys heard herself draw in a breath as she looked at the gift he offered her again, her lips slightly parted in anticipation of the rest of the night to come.
Jon looked down, meeting her hungry violet eyes, and he was undone. Straddling his thigh, the feeling of her heated flesh on his made him never want to leave this bed, never want to feel clothes or distance between their bodies again.
Their kisses began anew, as if it was the first time, they'd ever tasted one another. Jon allowed Daenerys to set the pace, to be the aggressor, his lips drawn to hers like a moth to a flame. She is the dragon, the expert rider of both Drogon and himself. Her hands roved his naked flesh, stroking the pads of muscle over his ribs, learning the lines of his honed stomach.
When he could take it no more, he rolled taking her with him, supporting his weight on his forearms, his lips never leaving hers, but careful not to press so hard. His hips sliding between her own, he found her molten center and guided himself to her entrance, thrusting deeply and burying himself in her sweet heat.
Gods, he thought he would spill almost right away, as Daenerys reminded him that she was wet for him. She felt a rush of helplessness, a sinking yielding, a surging tide of warmth that left her boneless. He wanted nothing so desperately as to taste her. The sweetness of her breath, the softness of her lips, the saltiness of her skin. So, he did, licking her full lips in between kisses and thrusting into her sharply like a wild animal.
Daenerys was no longer a newly and unwillingly married maid, nor was she a novice in the ways of love. She only knew Jon, and that was enough for her.
Jon drew in a deep, ragged breath, feeling as though his heart might burst. Reminded very strong in this moment, buried deep inside Daenerys, Jon felt a sense of completeness and belonging. He kissed her again, a greater sense of urgency now spurring his actions. Her hips rose to meet his every thrust, as though she couldn't get him deep enough inside her. Their movements became less controlled, more animalistic, almost desperate as they chased their pleasure. Her hand wound around his bicep, then his shoulder, nails biting into muscle and flesh. He caught her lower lip between his teeth, pulling at it gently.
Low, soft cries came now on her every exhalation of breath. He planted within her a seed of ecstasy, which began first as a tiny pulse, growing more intense with each stroke until it burst. His pubic bone grinding against her engorged bud sent her over the edge. A rainbow of color burst beneath her eyelids, sunshine spread through her veins, and she rode wave after wave of pleasure which touched every nerve end in her body until she was a trembling, liquid mess in his arms.
Jon's own pleasure came soon after, a fiery torrent of rapture which poured from his heart to his balls, then spread through his body, exploding like an inferno. He continued to move, more tenderly now, an incoherent attempt to draw out their pleasure. He felt himself slowly sinking into a velvet pit, going willingly, being consumed by it and never wanting to come up out of it.
After the waves of pleasure had subsided, they lay facing one another in the big bed once more, tangled with one another and the thin sheets. No words were said, for none were necessary.
"What will happen now?" Daenerys asked.
"What should happen? We are going to have this child and we are going to have many more," Jon assured her.
"I know that," Daenerys smiled back him. "But what about Rhaenys? What about when we get back to Westeros? We have much planning to do until then."
Jon nodded, as he understood that they could not just arrive home without a solid plan. Not just fighting the Lannisters and restoring their family to the Iron Throne, but they also had to ensure that they would be able to ensure a good plan for their family.
"The Azure Emperor made me the Prince of Dragonstone, or rather allowed me to be addressed as such in the Golden Empire as a sign of his recognition of me being the rightful ruler on the Iron Throne. If our first child is a boy, then he will be called the Prince of Dragonstone."
"And if it's a girl?"
"Princess of Dragonstone," Jon told her.
"We should do something about the whole idea of males being the only one to rule and inherit. I know that the lords and ladies of Westeros will not respect a female ruler, as it is not Essos and they will be fearful of another Dance of Dragons should a woman become ruler on the Iron Throne. But we must be able to change that if we are to make a new world. We are not going to bow to all their wishes and whims, but we have to meet them halfway."
Jon sighed. He knew long ago that he would have to make dxeals with those that he loathed, but he did not relish that part, especially given everything that he bore witness to while in the Yi-Tish court.
"Only after the Lannisters have been defeated."
"Of course," Daenerys kissed him on the cheek before they both fell asleep.
The scent of sex filled the chambers. Of uninhibited, feverish coupling that filled the room with moans, grunts, and screams.
While Ygritte continued to feel Theon's back with her roaming hands, her fingers undid his pants and pushed them down to the ground. Pulling back from their embrace, she looked at him with a fire he knew that her Greyjoy lordling had never seen before. "What's going on, Ygritte?" She didn't respond as she reached up to his lips and kissed them before kneeling them and taking his tip into her mouth.
Theon sucked in a breath as waves of pleasure flowed through his body at Ygritte's tongue. There were no words said as he enjoyed his mate pleasuring him. But this time, Theon closed his eyes as he felt something that had never happened before in their previous coupling. While his core would warm whenever they bedded each other, he felt an inferno bursting on the inside. The desire for his wife had never been as strong as it was now and while he couldn't understand why, he let his instincts take over so that he could enjoy this moment.
Eventually, Ygritte took his length so deep into her mouth that Theon felt himself shatter into her. Still in a trance, he saw Ygritte stand back up before wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him into another kiss. However, he decided to take control and broke off their kiss to turn her around. Untying the laces of her black gown, he yanked it so hard that he could hear a few tears as her arms were forced out of its sleeves and the fabric pooled around her ankles.
"That is what I am talking about," Ygritte said while impressed with his newfound fervor.
"I am only doing what you expect me to do. I have you to thank for that," Theon told her before he wasted no time in turning her around. Ygritte gasped as he kissed across her neck and collarbone. He continued onto her left breast and sucked on her tit, which caused Ygritte to let out a few moans. While they would usually go to the bed, they were in Aegon's famed room and Theon decided to try something different and guided her to the table that had all the maps of the North.
"I like this," Ygritte managed as Theon moved to take her other teat into his lips and pressed her against the side of the table with all of the maps. "We should couple in this room more often, my squid. Makes us… try new things more often."
"As you wish, gingerhead," Theon answered. The squid inside of him started to get more aggressive, like it did with the prey inside its tentacles. He moved into position inside Ygritte as she reached down to squeeze his cheeks and pulling his face to hers. After kissing some more, he turned her over, so her breasts and belly were pressed against the table. He traced her spine with his lips while his hands ran across the rough skin of her sides. She had the body that was to be expected of all the wildlings, which was strong, firm, and able to survive under the harshest of conditions. Most men would judge women based on how they were able to bare children, but Theon had no such thoughts on that, only on pleasure. No Greyjoy shall be born from me.
"My squid…" Ygritte whispered spreading her legs until her center was bare to him. She was already glistening. Her voice was husky from lust. "Fuck me please. I need it," she begged.
Theon grunted in delight but didn't comply immediately, his thirst for her not yet sated. He sucked on her shoulders and her neck like a man who had found a waterfall in the middle of bare mountains. His hands held her hips in a firm grip as she squirmed under his ministrations. He brought her close to climax by sliding his index finger into her entrance while his thumb played with her clit. Before she could peak, he pulled away from her, only to slide his length into her before she could urge him on again. They joined together in one motion, her hips snapped backwards to him to the root. Her screams were loud and obscene, and he wanted to hear more of them.
Theon's hand twisted in Ygritte's ginger locks, pulling it so that her neck and back arched in response while bent over on the table full of maps. She increased the tempo of her hips and the famed room filled with the sounds of the slaps of his hips against her ass. She was trying to loosen him first, as she knew what taking her in this way did to him. He abandoned his grip on her hair and pressed her upper body further against the table.
Ygritte stretched out her arms and reached for behind, her fingers reaching behind and briefly played with his sack before they rubbed the nub above her center. He slowed his thrusts, letting her focus on both tempos. She didn't last long, crying out as she neared the edge.
Theon took his cock out of her entrance, rolled her hips, and got Ygritte on her back. The table might have made their coupling a little more difficult to do, but such was the desire for each other that they ignored such a minor inconvenience. Even the bed would have done little to muffle their cries and he knew that anyone outside of their door had in all likelihood heard their screams.
Ygritte pulled her knee up, the other leg straight, her torso twisted as she stared at him. Theon growled at the sight of her, and the feel of her was too much. He couldn't decide where to put his hands. Her breasts looked enticing, swaying in response to their motions, but he couldn't maintain his balance if he grabbed them. Her ass looked incredible too, but he settled for a slap that turned it pink. One hand gripped her hips and the other pulled on her shoulder while he re-sheathed into her entrance. He continued the fast and intense pace before he changed their positions. Her whining encouraged him onward.
"Cum in me, my squid. My one-eyed maniac," Ygritte's voice was loud, breathless and wanton. Sweat made her back glisten as they both plunged over the edge.
"Fuck!" Theon exclaimed, burying himself into her until he could feel the end of her cunt. His seed shot out with such intensity that there were black spots in his vision. Freezing momentarily from their peak, he collapsed onto her before pulling both on the table and staring up at the ceiling as they laid there.
Both took a few moments to process their lovemaking, which was outstanding compared to the other times. Theon could hear Ygritte's shallow breathing while he felt his eyes stop blinking, his mind in a haze as the pleasure surged through him. After that, Theon could not remember how exactly their lovemaking ended.
Both Theon and Ygritte were given the personal responsibility of Ramsgate, the westernmost fortress that the wildlings possessed. The wildlings had effectively cut off Widow's Watch by taking most of the Broken Branch, but they were there to handle a temporary peace with the Flints of Widow's Watch. That was crucial, for that was when they were approached by Lady Lyessa Flint. They were made aware of her arrival a few days earlier, but Theon knew to be cautious around her since all other northmen hated him for his betrayal of the Starks.
Lady Lyessa was led into the room with the maps, where Theon and Ygritte both received her.
"Offer me no wine and do not waste my time, for I am only here to offer something that will be of interest to you," Lyessa cut to the point. "I would rather piss myself and cut out my eyes, if what I have to say will not benefit the Starks, the true rulers of the north."
Theon nodded in understanding. "Of course. I too have no interest in wasting time, as the northmen have wasted enough of it already fighting against the Boltons and the southern interlopers from King's Landing instead of winning against both."
"As if you would know what the northmen want," Lyessa sneered before she continued. "But anyways, I have the proposal from Sansa Stark. She received your message well, which is supposed to be that way after what happened to the Valemen on their approach to Winterfell."
Theon knew that none of the wildlings were that stupid in attacking the Valemen, especially since Mance was trying very hard in trying to approach an understanding with the northmen not aligned with House Bolton. In order to make amends, Mance had people infiltrate Winterfell and they were able to find out about Ramsay's plans to force Sansa to marry him and his torture of Rickon Stark. Theon felt his fist tighten at the very thought of it. Ramsay hurt that boy… if I ever see him again, I am ripping his eyes and throat out.
However, just before Mance was able to warn them, the Bolton lord acted on his plan faster than anticipated, only for it to fail. They only knew of the failure because Sansa sent a raven to Mance's camp, who then told him that they had to meet.
Mance Rayder told him personally, "We cannot fuck this up again. We have to get them on our side, since we will never be able to fight the dead and stay south of the Wall in the long term until the Starks recognize us as inhabitants. Whatever Sansa wants to have, especially us rescuing her brother and then helping the Mormonts of Bear Island guarantee the safety of her younger brother Brandon, give it to her."
Theon cleared his throat. "What will it take for the north to recognize the wildlings residing south of the Wall and to stay long-term?"
Lyessa exhaled heavily. "For starters, you immediately attack Winterfell and string up all of the body parts of Ramsay Bolton. If he is alive while we are dealing with multiple threats, we will always face problems."
"Consider it done," Theon agreed, as he also wanted to see Ramsay Bolton, his tormentor who took out his eye.
"Second, you send half of the wildlings to help us fight against the southern banners that are coming."
"You expect us to fight your wars?" Ygritte was not pleased, even though Mance gave her strict instructions on not ruining their negotiations.
"Ygritte, please," Theon warned her. "All right. Mance will send what you request, along with some mammoths and giants to help you. They should be of big help to you in helping Moat Cailin."
"All right. That is acceptable. But will they follow his commands? I hear that they do not follow him as a normal king and his lords would."
"He was able to get us this far. We have no reason to not follow his word," Ygritte pointed out.
"Third, Lady Sansa has insisted that she and five hundred knights accompany any Wilding attack. It is nothing personal, but we must ensure that we will fight together and fight well before we are able to trust you completely. Given what we have been through, we have to ensure that you will be trustworthy."
"Why you-" Ygritte was about to curse, before Theon raised his hand.
"Understandable. Lady Sansa can come here and we shall help ensure her safety, along with her knights," Theon reasoned before seeing that Lyessa had more to say. "Continue."
"Fourth, and most important, all fighting between the wildings and the northmen must cease."
"Done, something that Mance Rayder has made clear to us," Theon made clear.
"Then in that case, we have nothing more to discuss." Lyessa Flint then turned around to leave.
Theon let out a breath, while Ygritte nodded.
"Now, we just have to get Mance Rayder to be informed of everything that is going on." Theon let out.
"Before that, how about we fuck some more?" Ygritte asked.
Theon smirked. "Let us do that."
Robb was going the details of the new government of Volantis. The negotiations were still ongoing regarding how power was going to be shared between the freedmen and the Old Blood members of the elephant party, but they were at least coming to an agreement regarding how the city was going to be run. There is certainly going to be modifications, as unforeseen circumstances will be brought up, but it is something that the city of Volantis can work with for the time being.
Robb was currently having a meal with Lady Jaenyra. She was now the most powerful person in all of Volantis, given her pull with the elephants who now took over all governance after absorbing what was left of the tigers.
"The government of Volantis is to be based on a system of officials accountable to a popular assembly, which comprised of both a council of the freedmen and a council from those of the Old Blood," Jaenyra started with, as they discussed was to rule the city from this point on. Volantis did not have a monarchy, but its politics was dominated by an aristocratic elite from the Old Blood, which was composed of competing families divided along the lines of the tigers and the elephants, and which held all important political, judicial, and military positions. As in the other Free Cities, participation in political life and the popular assembly of the city was limited to those who held citizenship, indigenous and free males.
"Under the new scheme, noblewomen and those eligible and selected by the councils could also take part in the political selections of the day. They should also be led by new leaders, under new titles. How about suffetes?" Jaenyra asked.
The suffetes were formed after studying more about how things in the Valyrian Freehold were like. The most powerful office to be created in the new Volantene government was held jointly by two magistrates known as suffetes, to be elected on an annual basis. One would be leading the armed forces of Volantis when at war and the other running the government at home.
"I like that." Robb also learned his history and found that arrangement to be feasible. "What do the others of the Old Blood have to say about the new ways things will be done in the Volantis?"
"Yes, they gave me the details and they reached an agreement," Jaenyra answered. "The body that would give the inhabitants of Volantis would be a senate, them also taking a cue from when the Valyrian Freehold was around six hundred years ago. The members are to be known as drm, or the 'great ones' as translated from the High Valyrian term for them and held the position for life. They were to meet in a building in the marketplace of Volantis but also sometimes at the Red Temple of Volantis."
"Why the marketplace? I understand the Red Temple," Robb inquired.
"Appearances, so that the Old Blood can show that they have nothing to hide."
"Right," Robb knew, as he saw that appearances mattered more than others. But it was still a start.
"As for the suffetes, they would consult the senate on all matters of governance. And if the two sides disagreed, then a deciding vote would be held among the two councils."
"And if there is a deadlock in the affairs of the city?" Robb asked.
"Then the Red Temple would step in and make the final decision," Jaenyra answered.
No one could deny that after the rebellion of the slaves in Volantis, the Red Temple and the priests and priestesses associated with it were the only ones who would be able to control the slaves and prevent them from becoming too violent. The Old Blood were especially anxious, as the slaves might have decimated those who belonged to the tiger party along with the dragons and their armies, but elephants also took part in the slavery system and the new freedmen might not be satisfied with just eliminating the tigers. After the trial of both Malaquo Maegyr and Varys, the influence and power of the red faith was therefore unquestioned. Consequently, they had to have a role in how Volantis was going to be run.
"And since when did the Red Faith become political?"
"When the slaves revolted and took their freedom."
"Indeed, a changed world we live in," Robb noted. "And one that I am eager to take part in, since I tried to live in the old ways of doing things and I failed. But in the new way of doing things, we must practice politics that will benefit the most. No longer should we take our positions for granted."
"Politics… I know the importance of it, but I know that this arrangement should work for the time being," Jaenyra said while they were eating in private.
"Well, nothing is certain, but it should keep the rest of the city under control. And for the tigers that have defected to the elephants, they should know be afraid of the freedmen companies."
In the wake of the rebellion, the freedmen companies were established in Volantis to act both as a levy in times of war and to keep law and order. Jade Company officers trained them and supplied their tanegashima, which was still being instilled into them.
"Lord Robb, I know that soon, you will leave Westeros. But before that, I would… like to feel the touch of a man."
Robb was caught off guard. "What?"
"Come now. You must know what I mean?"
Robb had long recovered from Talisa's death, but he was not sure about this. "I am… not sure."
"Just allow me this. It is not going to be an intimate match, but consider it… a good send off. We both will have to something to remember each other by besides our… pure partnership."
Robb was not comfortable, but he felt that this was the least that he owed Jaenyra after everything that she had done. "All right.
Jaenyra dismissed her servants, who then closed the doors behind him. She gestured him to follow deeper in her chambers, where she sat on her bed.
"The first time you bedded a woman, it was in some whorehose, wasn't it?" Jaenyra asked. Robb nodded. "I might not be a woman as exquisite as the niece of the now dead Malaquo, but I yearn for something different. Show to me how you made love to Talisa Maegyr."
"If you wish," Robb said.
Jaenyra stood back up. "Take off your clothes, Lord Robb."
He set down Ice a chair first. As Robb obliged her and took off everything, exposing more of his body to her searching eyes, she did the same with hers, with each of theirs. Eventually, they were made bare for each other, not one of them saying a word as they discarded every article of their clothing.
Robb knew that had a well-defined form, which Jaenyra examined closely. Jaenyra was a head shorter than himself, and he didn't need to look down or up to see her bosom, which were quite round and large. She didn't look too well-built, but she was very thin and curvy while giving off a certain firmness that noblewomen like herself would have. And her skin was very pale. Her collarbones were also shown, as she got closer to him.
"It's not too late. We don't have to do this, just because you want to feel something different," Robb tried to walk away, but he could sense that Jaenyra wasn't going to be denied.
"No," she shook her head while grabbing his hands and pulling him softly to the bed. "And besides, this is not my first time, so you don't have to worry about hurting me. Consider this… only the culmination of our partnership, and my compensation for my help."
Robb looked into her violet eyes, which were indeed the traits of those who came from the Old Blood, and he leaned down slowly to her face. Taking in each other's breaths, their lips finally touched, and their kiss became deeper.
Remembering what he learned, he put Jaenyra on her back while not breaking the kiss. Eventually, he moved down her neck and ran his tongue on her breasts. She moaned heavily and loudly as he did so.
"You're safe here with me," she whispered. "No one will harm you."
Robb looked into her eyes again as she ran her hands all over his back. They knew what this was, but there was a certain… magnetism that could be felt when they looked deeply in each other.
Feeling his member harden, he guided it into her entrance and thrusted it in. She gasped, feeling his manhood inside her grow, before he pushed at an increasingly fast tempo. She moaned and exhaled as he showed what he did to Talisa to her.
"You are a northmen, a wolf. Show me what a direwolf and those who grew up in the wastelands can do," she breathed. "Push harder, Lord Robb."
Robb complied, straining his muscles and causing him to lose his breath. Finally, he and Jaenyra felt the climax come, with Robb falling to her side.
"And you've just shown me how a direwolf loves its mate," Jaenyra smiled. "People who really love each other don't have secrets, and now we've seen each other's."
Robb sighed. "This is not love, my lady. This can be felt with anyone who joins you here."
"I know. But can't hurt to hope for that."
Robb was left to brood, as he bedded a woman who he couldn't love but felt something fond grow with her. But he could sense that Jaenyra started to see her bedmate in a new light and promised to herself to protect him, for she did not want him to leave her side.
I must disappoint her in that regard, he thought quietly to himself.
A/N: Yeah, so this is just a pretty light chapter. Jon and Dany going at it, so are Theon and Ygritte, and surprisingly Robb and Jaenyra (but in the last case, it's just for pleasure and nothing intimate)
Meanwhile, we see the Jon and Dany prepare for the future, Theon finally managing to form a bond with the northmen not supporting the Boltons, and Robb witnessing the rise of the new government in Volantis (based on ancient Carthage's).
