The Sixth Overlord: The Dark Conquest of Dragonwolf


DISCLAIMERS

This is a non-profit story, and I don't own any of the video games, movies, tv, comics, and anime in this story.


AUTHOR/STORY NOTICE

All characters are 18+ and older.


Character List

The character that will appear in the chapter and their fandom is: Lyanna Stark of A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones


SUMMARY

His false name is Jon Snow the Bastard of Winterfell. His new name is Jon Whitewolf the Dragonwolf. His trueborn name is Lord Jonoegon Targaryen the First of His Name. He is the Sixth Overlord of the Title of the Overlord Reign. And this is his story of how a bastard of an uncertain future to being the Sixth Overlord and the Dragon Emperor of the Valyrian Dominion…


WARNING

The story will have dark and unrealistic themes. Death, Rape, Torture, Violence, Massive Cock, Gallon of Cum, Unrealistic Body Measurement, Misogynistic Themes, and other nasty stuff. Don't like it. Don't read it!


CHAPTER SUMMARY

Lyanna Stark made a deal with evil forces to escape her unwanted betrothal with the heir of Storm's End. Eighteen years later pass on, and she's paying the price for her freedom…by giving herself to her son, Prince Jonoegon I Targaryen, the Sixth Overlord, Heir of the Overlord's Legacy, and the future Sovereign of the Known World….


THEME

Dark, Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Harem, Multi-Theme


The Sixth Overlord: The Dark Conquest of Dragonwolf

Chapter One: Lyanna Stark (GOT/ASOIAF)


If someone would tell her that she, Lyanna Stark, would make a deal with the devil to escape from her unwanted betrothal with the handsome but lecherous heir of Storm's End, she would outright laugh and call them mad for even saying that to her.

Now, after eighteen years pass on since her Faustian deal with a dark and powerful group of malevolent wraiths who called themselves "The Overlords" to escape her marriage betrothal with King Robert Baratheon, the First of His Name of the Royal House Baratheon of King's Landing. To think she would condemn her soul to eternal damnation because she doesn't want to marry a lecherous, hedonistic, boorish brute of a whoremonger who would be unfaithful and shame her constantly despite his 'love' for her which hold as much water as a dry deserts…Yet as she witness the lecherous, abusive behaviors of "The Whoremonger King", see him act like overgrown manchild who do nothing but drink, fight, fuck and hunt like it was his last day in the Known World instead of doing his duties as King of Westeros and husband to the beautiful but spiteful and unstable Mad Queen Cersei Lannister who was Grade-A bitch if she label her on scale of bitch standards.

In retrospect, she might have damned her soul to eternal damnation with her deal with the "Overlords". She would have been utterly miserable and bitter with her 'loving' oaf of a husband and endure his endless strings of infidelities and siring near-countless bastards left and right in every single Realm of the Seven Kingdom of any woman from slutty whore making a living in their career to the occasional highborn woman interested in bedding with the once formidable and powerful and handsome heroic warrior king. Doesn't stop her from lamenting her past choice in selling off her rights and freedom to a group of dark and malevolent wraiths from bygone eras far ancient than the current eras.

The She-Wolf sighed as she remembered the deal she made with the powerful bands of dark and malevolent wraiths. Remember the ancient summoning ritual to bring forth the ancient lords of evil and darkness to the realm of the living. She remembers the dark, powerful voices from the five of dark, ancient, malevolent wraiths of bygone time beckon her in accepting their deal with their silver tongue and dark authoritarian charisma…and how she accept the deal to escape her fate as wife to the lecherous, drunken, unfaithful whoremonger, even though the price for accepting the deal is a steep one, one that cost her freedom and spend total of eighteen winters in the Netherworld…to be the concubine to their successor of their legacy, to be crown as Sixth Overlord of Darkness and Evil, the Master of Minion Horde, the Lord of the Dark Tower and the Netherworld Tower, the High King of the Netherworld Dominion, the Lord of the Realm of Void and Chaos, and the Third Ruler of the Infernal Abysses.

To say she was displeased of being free of her betrothal with Robert but been reduced to being some random man concubine would be the understatement to hit the century since someone once said King Maegor I Targaryen the Cruel is fair and just king who was beloved and mourned by all of the Kingdom of Westeros. She wanted to fight against her fate of being reduced into some random stranger trophy whore, desire no less to fight to the bitter end for her freedom and avoid her fate as a prize trophy whore to a man nameless and unknown stranger to her…

But she knew it was a lost cause. She gave her freedom and undying eternal soul to the wraiths and the heir they groomed to take on the mantle and power of the "Overlord for the steep price of escaping her betrothal with Robert Baratheon. She knew the price of it…doesn't mean she has to like it or subtly act in defiance to the man who was her 'master'.

So when one of the servants, an attractive pink-skinned succubi entered her room and told her the Master of the Netherworld Tower requested her to come to the private quarters at posthaste. Lyanna knew at the moment her time as a 'free' woman would come to its end and her new life as the Lord's mistress would soon begin.

The beautiful, wild-blooded She-Wolf takes one look at the goblet full of rich wine, and then knocks back the whole wine that's left of the drink in her glass, swallowing it down and barely feeling the burn as it slides down her throat. After she down the wine, she stood up from her seat and made her way out of the room and to the chamber of the Lord of the Netherworld Tower, to meet with the Sixth Overlord, the Inheritor of the Overlord's legacy.

Her time in the Netherworld had profound consequences to her. Namely, she isn't human anymore, but a wolf demon with elongated wolf ears, her canine fangs sharpened into a pair of wolf fangs, and long thick grayish brown tail. Her gray eyes now in the furious, hellish shade of yellow with narrowed slits and slight ominous glow in the inhuman orbs. Her breasts, hips and buttock grew twice their size giving her well-toned and athletic but very curvaceous and feminine frame with a near-perfect hourglass figure.

It wasn't all bad considering. She was stronger, faster, and smarter than any normal human, even magical humans in her home, leaguer beyond even the mightiest of sorcerers and sorceresses who might as well be little more than insignificant ants to her big bad wolf.

She now a fierce warrior and cunning sorceress of great power and wits and skills to her name like she wanted when she was maiden…it also come with the unfortunate side effect of being perpetually horny, and no amount of training or slaughter off small warband of demonic creature of the Netherworld who lurked in the outer rim of the Tower in her past time do little to stave off her extreme horniness which haunt her dream and reality.

The voice of her 'wolf-blood', the wolf who was both her instinct, her wild side beneath the veneer of civility and the second life in mind that came to be since her 'ascension' from mortal human to great demoness, feared and respected in the Netherworld and Dark Realm of Hell was silent as well of the voices belong to the Overlords who been in her soul since the making of their deal. She felt little from them but a faint presence of their mark on her soul. In fact she long since suspected they've left her for their chosen heir of their dark dynasty whose name and identity are still a mystery to her even as she asked them who was the heir and why they kept his identity from her.

And all they said to her was as annoying and damnable as it was dark and forbidding to the beautiful, athletic, strong, and fierce wolf-demoness.

"Our Chosen Heir…He Shall be Known as Harbinger of Darkness, the Son of Evil and Darkness, the End of Light, Bane of Good. Exalted Son of Our Legacy. And you, She-Wolf, Mother of Dragonwolf, and Lady of the Blue Rose will be his concubine and bearer of his progeny as others will after your womb bear life to our Heir progeny…."

And no more. No matter how much she ask them to give her a hint to their mysterious heir, the Overlords refuse to speak no more and tell her to accept the price of her deal with them or suffer the dire consequences of deal breaking with them which pissed her off to no end, but in the end once again she had little power or even hold the nonexistent option to even resistance to them, her soul figuratively and literally in chain.

With a disgruntled grunt, the much-changed highborn lady now powerful demoness walked down the dark hall of the intimidating, imposing fortress, once the home of the Fourth Overlord and his three Mistresses until they moved into the Imperial Palace of the Glorious Empire. The fortress was like a second home, almost like Winterfell and the North, even the tower filled her with sense of dread from the dark energy of the tower that drawn in the hellish resident of the Underworld and Hell into the place like a moth to flame, forever bind to the Lord of the Netherworld Tower, the Sixth Overlord of the Overlord's Dynasty, the soon-to-be-King of the Realm of the Underworld and the Dark Realm of Hell.

…It also had the profound effect of making her even more unbearably arouse than usual, feeling the raw ambiance and power of the fortress which was bound to the will of the current owner and not of the wraiths whose presence was faint and ghostlike in her soul even if the metaphorical chain was link into her soul like a deadly, poisonous viper snake from Dorne. The heat of her arousal made her more aggressive and short-tempered than usual, often take her sexual frustration on the servants and demonic warriors who roamed the halls, none stay as far from her as possible due to her belligerence and aggressive abuse toward them.

To be trap in her own prison of her sexual frustration and her potent arousal which burn her soul and mind like the flame of hellfire was cruel fate for the hot-blooded, fierce she-wolf who felt her mind slowly go mad with lust and arousal…and she blame the five wraiths and their heir for causing her nothing but problem and annoyance in her dark pit of indomitable sexual frustration and potent arousal that felt so endless and dark to the-

Lyanna blinked. Finding herself looking at the thick curtain which acts as a 'door' to the chamber of the Sixth Overlord. The one she never once seen during her stay in the evil demonic fortress, often out in the Netherworld, gathering resources to rebuild the fortress of Netherworld and Dark Tower or out in the Known World doing Old Gods know what. She once again for the final time, tried to resist entering the chamber of the Sixth Overlord, to avoid her fate as his concubine.

She fought with vehemence, even as she knew in her heart it was foolish and inevitable to resist her fate with the Sixth Overlord…she stepped into the master bedchamber room where her Master was at and when she set her eyes on him. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor when she got the first look at the man who was supposed to be her Lord and Master by the terms of her deal with the Wraiths of the Overlords.

"Hello Mother…"

The extremely honeyed, silken deep voice resonates strongly and deep in Lyanna Stark's very soul, and she felt a shudder hit her with the force of heavy brutal maul as she stared at the face she never thought she would ever see again.

She licked her simultaneously dry and wet lips as she spoke the name of her sole son with her dearly departed son.

"J-Jonoegon…is that you my s-son?" She whispered out so low and quiet, almost inaudible to the mortal ears. Her slitted, wolfish gray eyes look into the calm, discriminating eyes stare at her with a dark, imposing gaze.

The She-Wolf looked at the full lips curled into a slight, mirthful smile that almost made her swooned like a young buxom maiden with a big, strong warrior. His dark indigo-gray eyes stare underneath the thick, jet-black feminine eyelashes.

"Yes Mother. It's me…Your son you have with the Silver Dragon."

Her son…who was little more than adorable, beautiful babe in her arms…not as she looked at her son, a man grown of eight-and-ten winters years. Years have been kind to him, as he looks like a chiseled, magnificent image of manhood with his long beautiful face with gorgeous chiseled features, a pair of soul-searing gray eyes so dark they almost seem black. His frame is huge, strong, almost herculean in physique with big, bulging muscles into every bit of his body.

Her son looked like a demonic version of King Aegon the Conqueror and her older brother Brandon Stark. Blessed with the inhuman, demonic beauty and grace of incubus noblemen…and it was at the moment, Lyanna realized who was the Sixth Overlord, the Successor of the dark legacy of the Overlord's Dynasty. The one will be her Lord and Master, the one who has claimed her as his concubine.

"Y-You…Y-You're the Sixth Overlord are you…the one's chosen heir of their legacy…."

Jon's chuckles with mirth, his wolflike orbs flash as the familiar voices overlapping with his own.

"That is right/That is right. I've been trained by them/We've taught our Heir to all of our skills and knowledge. I've been growing in power since Gnarl found me and crowned me as Overlord/And we infused our soul into him. All of us grant him power beyond imaginable. I've been expanding my domain in the Netherworld and Hell for Decades and half, conquering and slaughtering powerful demon lords and ladies who had been ruling for centuries, adding their territories and power to mine. His bloodline is rich with the ancient power of First Men and Old Valyria and we use our power to bring forth the full might of his bloodline turning him into an extremely terrifying and powerful demigod of unfathomable power and might."

His bright, domineering, piercing gray eyes looked into her striking gray eyes with an eerie glow within his inhuman, intimidating wolf-like pupils.

"And you, Lady Lyanna of the Great House of Stark, the She-Wolf of Winterfell, Lady of Blue Rose are mine."

And then her son. Her big, tall, strong, imposing son steps forward into her space, his imposing height and dissonantly calm yet exceedingly commanding demeanor. His glowing gray eyes stare at her with a soul-piercing gaze, radiating with a dark and primal sense of hunger and lust which makes her heart quicken with fear and excitement. Despite him being her son, her flesh and blood, despite incest being sin to her people ways…she cannot help but look up at the massive, handsome and broad-shouldered form of her son who has the dark handsome countenance and the 'king' gaze with sinful desire, the urge to embrace the strong muscular frame with her lean, curvaceous figure.

And from the small, imperious smirk on his devilishly handsome countenance…he was all in favor of taking her into his thick arms, and leaned his head downward to give her a deep soul-smoldering kiss which had her eyes nearly rolled back into her eyelid as she moaned loudly and wantonly into the beautiful, velvet lips of her big, strong, handsome son.

Their lips and tongue clashed in the epic battle of lust and dominance, to fight in supremacy, which ended in her complete and utter defeat and submission to the strong, domineering, and confident beefcake of a man. After several minutes of deep, soul-burning, passionate make out session, they pull apart leaving a trail of saliva attached to their lips. Jon smiled at her with a delightful wicked mirth, his sharp gray orbs looking at her with primal lust.

"It's time for you to embrace your Lord…and time for you to learn to submit to the True Lord of the Known World." He intoned in a deep, quiet but commanding boom in his imposing voice as he waved his hand, and all of the sudden. Her simple, elegant gown and leather benches underneath the skirt was gone in a flash leaving her naked the day of her name-day.

She instinctively covered herself. Her hand covered her huge pale breasts and covered her womanhood, leaving the rest of her athletic yet curvy figure open to the smoldering gaze of the tall, dark, handsome brute of a man. Her shimmering gray orbs look up underneath the thick dark eyelashes and see the dark, wolfish smile on his flawless, pleasing, wolfish, handsome countenance which moisten her womanhood as she thought in her mind her son was by far the most beautiful and masculine creature she ever laid her eyes, far more handsome than Prince Rhaegar of House Targaryen of King's Landing and her older brother Brandon of House Stark of Winterfell combine. He stare at her with stern, but charismatic glare, and then a moment later, he reached toward her with his huge, masculine, powerful hands and gripped her doughy voluptuous asscheeks; his thick, meaty fingers digged deep into the soft, thick-but-muscled assmeat with the firm grip of a Dorish viper snake.

"Years have been kind to my dear mother," He said with a dark and deep guttural growl. "You've the sinful body of whore. A pair of cow tits, with a nice fat arse…" His hands squeezed her curvy butt with a bestial wolflike growl. "...are you certain you aren't a lowborn whore playing a mummer farce of fierce She-Wolf instead?."

The demeaning taunt from her towering muscular son. The degradation in his words…his thick masculine fingers aggressively squeezed her big, well-toned, delectable tush…had her whimpering in honest-to-new-and-old-gods pleasure as a low whin left her beautiful, kissable lips, her two wolf ears twitching rapidly and her long thick tail sways left and right in a semi-erratic movement as pleasure and exaltation overwhelmed her senses.

"Ah~!" Lyanna gasped out as her son suddenly lifted her off the ground. His large, trunk-like arms held her and she wrapped her arms and legs on his massive, well-built and sturdy frame. Her hand touched the chiseled ruggedness in his gigantic warrior-made muscles. He held her form like he was conquering, handsome First-Men barbarian and she was little more than hapless Andal wench taken as spoil of war and bred like a sow.

And that analogy arouses her to no end.

The Sixth Overlord carries to his huge bed with surprising gentleness that contradicts the rough, dominating treatment of her ass and the words of degradation spoken in his extremely dark and silken deep baritone voice. He then lays her on the bed in an almost gentle manner, with a touch of dark dominance in his gentleness. His sole smallclothes; a black loincloth, the sole piece of clothes he wore, strained against the huge swelling that did little to hide the impossible-to-hide huge fat cock.

"You are truly a northern beauty," He said with mirth and lust. "No wonder the Fat Stag and Silver Dragon desires you," He grinned smugly as his hand reached down on the loincloth underwear. "Too bad for them…you are mine." He pulled off his smallclothes to reveal his big fat massive cock that stood tall and proud with an overwhelming strong manly aroma and a powerful presence in virility and potency.

Her beautiful ice-gray eyes dilated into pinpoint dots out of sheer distilled primal lust, her nostrils flared as it took in the thick masculine musk that invaded her nose like an invading army. She literally started to panting like a bitch in heat as she inhaled the thick, musky, manly musk that was like a drug to the much-change demonic woman as her mouth gawked with lust-hazed, flustered look, her long dog-like tongue hanging out and drooling excessively without a care.

"Suck it bitch."

Lyanna shuddered at the dark, oppressive, commanding tone of voice he used on her. A voice as deep as the ocean bottom and as dark as the night. The vocal weight and strength in his dark, gruff, intimidating northern baritone voice had incited her inner walls with excitement. Licking her full, plump lips, the much-changed northmen highborn woman leaned forward to capture the thick, dark, pulsing cock-tip, not stopping a beat, her head onward with haste and lust as she swallowed half of her beautiful, strong, charismatic son manhood, her slim neck bulge from the thick, hot cock-meat half down in her slim, swanlike neck.

She started to bobbed her mouth on the dangerous masculine broadsword of a hard cock, knowing in heart and soul she is providing her beautiful but dark and masculine son whose let a guttural, rumbling groans that had her filled with immense feminine pride as she chokes and gags on the gorgeous, stout, incredible cock going in and out of her throat with deep, hard, forceful thrusts.

"GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK! GAGHK!"

"Take it. Take you silly little wolf bitch! Suck your son cock you dumb cunt! Take it!"

The low sepulchral voice spewed out the words, each of the words he speaks out hit her forcefully as her son thick, veiny, engorged cock fuck her tight throat into a mess. Her smooth, but strong hands touch the thick but lean, muscular thighs. Her massive, lactating tits heaves and bounces from the sheer domineering force of his massive, powerful thrusts that got her seeing stars as she quickly submitted to the deep, throat-fuckery and happily accepted the aggressive abuse of her throat like the good, submissive horny wolf-bitch she is.

A damn, dirty slut of a wolf-bitch. On her knees, her big masculine son chiseled, strong, magnificent manhood that tasted like the delicious, addictive food of the gods to her enhanced, hyperactive taste bud in her long dog-like tongue.

"Cumming. Take it!"

With a beastly roar, the Dark Lord thrust all of the thick, virile meat down her gullet, and unleashed a thick load of substantial cum in her stomach, more than filled up her stomach with gallon worth of hot, sticky, viscous cum. Lyanna's eyes somewhat widened at the insane amount of cum going down her gullet and into her stomach, before her gray eyes rolled back into her eyelids as she drank up her own fair shares of cum to taste the manly, yogurt-thick, boiling seed into her stomach.

Not that it stops the overwhelming amount of sheer excessive cum to explode out of the nostril of her nose and her lips, making a complete and utter mess on her pretty, beautiful face and her big fat tits as he pulls out, his hot, meaty cock still fully hard-as-stone. His cock radiating out the domineering aura of virility and masculinity.

She breath raggedly at the dominating deep-throating fuck and the aggressive abuse of her abused, sore, cum-filled esophagus, a cum bubble appeared out of her nose along with thick guttural burp that smell of hot flesh cum. Lyanna Stark formerly Lyanna Targaryen, the She Wolf of the North looks up at her big, strong, muscular hulk of a son with a dazed, but utterly submissive and adoring gaze in her gorgeous, shimmering smoky-gray eyes. Her gushing cunt, dripping extreme amounts of sweet, feminine love juice, staining the floor in a thick puddle of shameful, shameless womanly love juice.

The tall, bulky, massive, broad-shouldered young man reached down to grabs a fistful of the dark brown hair and dragged her onto the bed and pressed her face down and her large voluptuous heart-shaped butt up in the air, no resistance from her but total acceptance and sheer whorish arousal of the domineering aggression by her big strong son.

Her son spoke once more in the deep, dark, silky, commanding baritone-bass of a voice. "I am going to fuck you. Fuck hard. Fuck you without mercy like a whore." He said in dominating calm, his thick cock-tip pressed against into her sweet wet hole with the sheer pressure, the urge to fuck to… "...and I am going to put a babe into you. Make you into the mother of your grandchild and first son or daughter with me."

…to breed her with her first grandchild who'll also be her first son or daughter with her son, that fact excites her to an unbelievable degree of wetness and excitement. She wanted to speak up to her son, to beg her son to breed her like the naughty bitch whore she is…but no words came out of her beautiful, seductive pink lips. Her breath hitches instead, and then she moans as Jon without hesitation or pause, rough plowed his large virile manhood into her wet gushing womanhood, slides his member inch by inch into his own mother's cunt, spreading apart her pussy lips with his sheer girth alone.

The She-Wolf Lyanna of Winterfell face contorts in pleasure, her jaw dropped and her mouth wide open. She moans, and she mewls, and she shivers as her son slowly shoves his fat humongous shaft into her waiting, dripping cunt. He filled her virginal-tight cooch so perfectly, far more than his father ever did, and he was quite well-endowed in length and girth. He slowly dragged out his thick, vascular cock out of her clenching quim until the tip of the fucker was left and thrust it back in deep, suddenness, Lya gasped out at the deep thrust in her defenseless cervix.

The Dark Lord of the North repeated the same actions in several repeats with unwavering strength and precision, even with increase speeds and intensities. Hitting, or more like bashing against against her sensitive cervix wall with the masterful precision of a battle-hardened archer and the savage force of powerful First Men warlord of the North as she clawed the bed framing of the bed with her claw-like nails as she howled and snarled in delicious pleasure of the rough, dominating sex with the wolf-blooded, draconic-cocked stud.

The tall, raven-haired, muscle-bound Dark Lord rumbling a deep growl into her ear. Her Stark wolf-like gray orbs rolled back into her eyelids in sheer unfettered pleasure of her complete and utter submission to the rough, domineering sex with her sweet son. A chain of explosive pleasure rippled across her fit, buxom, curvaceous, voluptuous figure.

"By the Old Gods!" The She-Wolf howled out with a loud guttural moan. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckin' fuck!" The Wolf Demoness babbling on the strings of coarse, salacious curses as she messily climaxes once more and again with powerful and explosive chains of squirting, cunt-clenching orgasms on his long beefy pecker.

"Shit!" Jon of the Dark Tower growled deep and dark rumble as he piston in and out of his beautiful, big-breasted, bottom-heavy MILF. His cock feels every single moist texture of her inner pussy walls. "You tighter than a young highborn maiden!" He said in a gruff, desire-thick tone of voice as he loomed over the busty, curvaceous, voluptuous thick woman with his big, strong, broad-warrior physique.

He leaned forward to bite her on her soft pale skin with the blunt edge of his human teeth; to mark his supreme, absolute domination in the supple and sinuous flesh of lean, delicious, extra-thick MILF figure. The slight pain helps her clear her mind somewhat that was trapped in a fog of sheer unfiltered pleasure; not it helps her escape from the amorous fog of pleasure or having the massive, broad, muscular cock going in and out of her spasming, climaxing twat.

He then repeated his savage dominance on her skin. He did it again with the other area of her smooth, pale, sinuous flesh. Until her once smooth skin was marked with the raw bite mark of a dark, savage hulk of a man who rutted her like an animal in heat.

Another vivid, explosive orgasm hits her when her son Jon finally says.

"Cummin' mother. Hope you're ready to be a mother again…to bear the Child with the blood of First Men and Old Valyria. To be the first among first to be the mother of the future dynasty of the Overlord and the rebirth of New Valyria and the Empire of the North. More women will come to join you in birthing my children…to be bred by me and the chosen studs who earn the trust and privilege to ensure their bloodline in my Empire…"

"...Do you understand your role in my Empire?"

Lyanna eyes are rolling around in her head at this point as she moans wantonly, but amusingly enough,she DOES understand. She understands quite clearly what Jon and the Wrath of the Overlords desires for her to be the future mother of the future generation of the Overlord Dynasty and of the First Men/Valyrian Dominion of North.

She should have felt horror and disgust of being treated like a broodmare by her son and his future studs…and yet. She cannot feel any sense of horror or disgust toward her son's words. This is no form of mental control, esoteric brainwashing or mental break. As despite the overwhelming pleasure, Lyanna still has her wits and good deal of her semblance of sanity, even as she look up into her beloved son's brilliant, glowingly malevolent yellowish gray eyes and reaches out to brush her thumb across his firm cheek and caress his boyish, masculine face with look of tenderness in her beautiful gray eyes.

Her son…her liege…her new love. She loves him, as her son with her son and as a man with her newfound love. Even as he became the Scion of the Overlords, Bringer of Darkness, and Scourge of Light and Good of the Known World. Her deep, steadfast love for her son was more powerful than even the mightiest of the empire and warriors, as mother and lover.

And she knew in her heart, even as she bore another man's seed in her womb…her heart will and always belong to Jon. As she moaned wantonly when Jon began to cum inside of her, his seed filled her womb with his hot, thick, viscous semen. The beautiful Stark MILF climaxes with a loud, squirting climax that stain the bed sheets as her womb milking every single load of cum of the rich, life-making seed that struck true and fast, all due to the natural perk from his demonic-empowered, Valyrian-First Men heritage.

The Sixth Overlord leans over to give his lover a deep, passionate, smoldering, tongue-filled makeout, and the raven-haired MILF quickly reciprocates as her tongue dances with the long tongue of her big, domineering son. Passion and desire filled the mother and son duo that could make a succubus and incubus blushes in embarrassment and lust at the raw pressure of their extreme passion and desire between them.

When they pulled apart, Lyanna stare into Jon's eyes.

"Tell me, Jon. Who will you share me with?"

He smiled wolfishly at her. Mirth swirling in his otherwise stern, imposing eyes.

"My most trusted generals, families, and allies to name a few…and a few unexpected ones dear mother of mine."

His rough fingers touch her tight abdomen, right over the womb where his sticky, hot cum still sits. The She-Wolf shuddered at feeling the rough texture of his fingers and the thick, dense, sticky, hot cum in her womb where life was growing true. A blissful smile of pure, unadulterated happiness and satisfaction. The first time she's felt truly satisfied in an awfully long time.


And scene. The chapter was long overdue to happen and I am sorry for the delay in the chapter, procrastination and laziness hit me again.

The Harem list has been updated to allow few male characters to share in the harem of the Overlord to create a new generation of warriors, scholars, diplomats, etc. Let me know who I should add to the list and the reason why I should consider them.

Additional note: I am open to any fandom. As long they're fantasy themes and I am open to letting in a few modern characters in the setting, reimagining them in medieval settings. Which means any Marvel or DC or modern characters you wanted to see in the story are free games as long as you give a set reason in adding them in the story and harem list.

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