Myr…
There have been times where things have turned out for the worst, but when it comes to Elia Martell, nothing went well.
First, she lost her husband, her she-wolf, and also her son Aegon. All because of their follies. Where did it go wrong?
She recalls the moment. Once she heard the gates of the city open, she knew it was the end. Or at least that is what she thought until the spider came to her help.
However, after many years of thinking, Elia figured that the spider had a hidden agenda of his own.
It Raises the question of why he helped them get out of the Red Keep safely, thus preventing death, yet had he not, The sacking of King's Landing would be their fate along with the others.
She still mourns her precious little Aegon, who died at the hands of that monster who is Tywin Lannister's mad dog, the Mountain, Gregor Clegane.
Nobody expected that to happen. Not after hearing that Rhaegar had fallen at the trident by the Stag's hand, but the city sacked by none other than Tywin Lannister? They would never have believed it if someone had told them that Tywin Lannister would sack the city.
But anyway, Elia knew that while she lost her son, she had her daughter protect and her only reason to live. Rhaenys, who was the crown princess and next in line after Aegon. However, after so many years of hiding and built her future, Elia promised herself that she will never risk her daughter's life for that stupid throne, that the only things it brought were death and greed from all those who seek to be hungry for power.
Lost in her thoughts, as she walked through the market of the Free City of Myr, Elia heard some merchants talk about a beggar king who claimed to be the rightful king of the Seven Kingdom, therefore picking up her attention.
Elia wondered who this beggar king was while stopping at one of the quays to eavesdrop on the merchants' conversation, while at the same time pretending to look at some fabric for clothes.
She listened closely, hearing that the beggar king was calling himself Viserys Targaryen. That means that her good little brother survived after the fall of House Targaryen. However, what came next surprised her because the merchant mentioned a little girl with silver-blond hairs and violet eyes.
So, approaching the men, Elia said, "I apologize for my intrusion, good men, but I couldn't help but listen to your conversation about a certain Beggar King, which I find quite interesting."
"Oh. Is that soo? And do tell me, woman. From where you come, the people do the same? Eavesdrop at the other conversation," one of the merchants said, in annoyance, crossing his arms.
"Well, I would say you did the same, good man," Elia replied, looking straight at him, and hearing the other ask, "Who are you that speak with such an impudence?"
"Lya Snow. And I would say that I was quite polite," Elia replied, looking at the man. "It was you who is making this into something that it isn't."
"Lya Snow? The famous merchant woman of Myr?" asked the first man, and she nodded, "I beg your pardon, my lady. I didn't know."
Elia smiled, nodding, and asking, "You were speaking about the Beggar King, Viserys Targaryen, and mentioned a little girl with him."
"Yes. Her name was Daenerys if I remember correctly. I heard that they have been in the streets begging for food and living quarters, and begging everyone for help."
Hearing that, she began contemplating if she and Rhaenys should stay where they are right now or look for them to be together, and they will figure out how to survive, but she won't stand for them to be in the streets. She promised to herself.
"My lady?"
"Yes. What happened to the children?" she asked, refocusing on them.
"They are hosted by a magister of Pentos, Illyrio Mophasis," he replied, and so now she knows where to go. Pentos. After thanking the men, she left the market, heading to find her daughter.
Elia knew where to go because it was the place that her daughter loved the most and spent most of her time. The beach just outside the city.
When she arrived there, Elia saw her daughter juggling her spear that she had bought a few years before, and she stopped for a moment to admire her. Her daughter was a very beautiful girl, with her father's purple eyes and the long dark curly hairs that were tied in a ponytail, leaving the few silver streaks loose freely.
She was a Dornish warrior, from head to toe, just like Queen Nymeria.
"For every day that passes, you are getting better and better at handling the spear, my daughter," said Elia, approaching and making herself known, while Rhaenys stopped and sticking the spear into the sand, turning towards her with a smile.
"Then, I shall soon have the opportunity to wield it against those who have wronged us and killed my father and my little brother."
Elia approached her, and placing her hand on her cheek, she said, shaking her head, "No, my child. You must set aside this desire for revenge, for my heart would not bear to lose you as well as I lost little Aegon."
"You won't lose me, mother. I promise. I won't die against the usurper when we bring him fire and blood," Rhaenys said with fire in her eyes. A dragon was awaking, it seems.
"Now that you have mentioned the words of our House, I have some very important news to tell you," she began as they were on their way back to their home, and her daughter listened attentively. "A merchant has informed me that your uncle Viserys and your aunt Daenerys are alive and have been welcomed into the mansion of a certain Magister Illyrio Mophasi of Pentos.."
"Daenerys?" asked her daughter with a lightened expression.
"Yes. It seems that your grandmother's baby, who was born in Dragonstone, was a girl, and her name, according to the merchant, is Daenerys."
"Daenerys. I wonder what she is like," said Rhaenys looking towards the sea.
"Well, I'd say there's only one way to find out," said Elia, putting a lock of hair behind her daughter's ear.
"Then it's to Pentos that we will go."
Pentos….
Ever since she had memory, or at least since the moment they were thrown out of the mansion of Ser Wyllem Darry, the man who became their protector after their mother's death, Daenerys wanted only one thing. Home. After his death, they got thrown out of his house by the servants and started to roam through the Free Cities of Essos, asking the wealthy merchants and magisters for asylum, promising riches and power in return, once they took back their throne.
Since then, Daenerys always wanted a home with a red door and a lemon tree in it. She didn't care for an ugly chair that brought death and destruction to her family, and on which the usurpers now sit, but Viserys was obsessed with it. He starts to throw speeches to their hosts, of vengeance, fire, and blood that he will bring on his enemy, and soon they decide to kick them out, fearing the Usurper's wrath.
Their bellies were always empty, and her brother would yell at her, saying that it was her fault that their mother had died and blamed her for everything that happened to their family only because she was not born early enough to marry Rhaegar. She soon came to realize that all Viserys cares about was that stupid throne.
Daenerys felt like she lost her brother the moment he had to sell their mother's crown to gain some coin, and when Ser Darry died, the usurper had sent men to kill them. It has been horrible to live like that.
Every night that they spent on the roads hiding through the cities, she asked herself, 'Why can't they just leave us alone.' 'We won't go for the throne. Keep it, I just want a home and live happily.'
However, everything changed when a magister approached them, saying that he serves the one true king and will happily take them to his mansion and help them get back the Iron Throne. And her brother accepted Viserys was on board quickly.
Still, Daenerys was hesitant about this since no one ever helps without something in exchange, and she dreaded that.
She thought about her past experiences. What happens in crossing her brother's rage. She could not say anything because Viserys would say don't "wake the dragon," so Daenerys followed her brother's lead. Always.
Daenerys recounted everything that has happened in her life. It feels like it was yesterday. Suddenly she's in Pentos now having been properly bathed and given new clothes, with compliments from the magister. She was happy with the gifts, but was she truly happy with this life?
No, but she must accept the reality that it does not matter if she is happy or not, because to Viserys, he is the king, and he decides everything. As she walks towards the hall, Daenerys hears her brother's voice and the magister saying something that seemed important, so she stopped at the door and stayed in silence.
"How can we take my throne back if we don't have alliances?" Daenerys heard her brother say, to which the magister replied, chuckling," Well, about that, I may have a solution, my king. Someone who shares your same hatred for the usurper and his allies. Dorne. You could marry princess Arianne Martell in exchange for the Dornish army."
Her brother didn't reply immediately, but then she heard him say, "I need an army before I marry that dornish slut."
"Well, I may have an option for that too, my king," the magister replied before stopping, and she could hear some goblets being filled and sip being taken. "You see, there is another possibility that we can take while we try to obtain the support of Dorne. From what you told me, your sister remains a maid, and I have heard that the Khal of Khals is in search of a Valyrian high born bride, and that has not yet been touched. The Dothraki have an army of 100,000 fighting men, enough to gain your throne back, my king."
Daenerys gasped as she heard what the magister just said and the shock in her brother's voice only to know his answer. "So you're telling me that the only thing I need to do is give my sister to him as a bride, and he will give me his 100,000 men?"
"Yes. A Khaleesi that will bore the stallion that mounts the world."
" So, if I give him my sister, he will provide me with an army?"
"Yes, my king. And with his army, you will be sitting on the throne in a fortnight."
Daenerys's heart started to race as a thousand galloping horses on a charging ground as she waited for her brother's response. She wanted to believe still that he wasn't mad enough to sell her off for an army. "He would not do that to her," Daenerys said to herself, scared and hurt.
"Can it be done, magister? if I offer my sister, will I get my army?"
" Of course, my king, it won't take long. Let me worry about that," the magister replied, and Daenerys felt her tears coming down, as she braced to the wall in support, and crying silently as her brother kept talking.
"Is it true the Dothraki are a bunch of savages?"
"Yes, my king, they are, but they are strong and will cut down anyone like butter."
"Who is their leader? I want to know who is the savage who will marry my sister."
"His name is Khal Drogo."
"He seems scary judging by the name"
"It is said that Khal Drogo can not be defeated, and his braids are long from all the battles he has won," the magister started, stopping again for a moment to take a sip. "The men he has killed are beyond your imagination, my king. He is not someone to take for a fool. He may be a savage but a brute savage that will take your head off."
"Then you will bring me this Khal Drogo, and he will marry my sister, and I will have my army. Once more, a Targaryen will come to Westeros and rule the Seven Kingdoms, and I will kill the usurper and those dogs for betraying my family even if I have to marry that Dornish whore. But know this, Illyrio. Once this Khal Drogo gives me an army, I will kill him and marry my sister. I will kill her bastards, too, should the Dothraki seed take root. She will only bore the children of the dragon, not of a savage."
Upon hearing these words, Daenerys realizes that she truly lost her brother, the same one who took care of her and showed her love gone was he after he sold their mother's crown.
Now a mad brother would sell her for a stupid throne and use her like some cattle for sale.
As she left crying, she saw a guard come with a tan-skinned man walking towards the magister's Great hall, where he and her brother were discussing. But she stopped for a moment to hear who he was, and the guard said the name, Prince Oberyn Martell of House Martell.
Sunspear…
Arianne strolled through the water gardens to visit her father because she wanted to speak to him about her future regarding Dorne and her mansion as heir. She wanted more involvement in Dorne's business; also, she is a princess. What example would Arianne be showing the people of Dorne if she does not uphold her duty as a future ruler? She reached the Great Hall, where her father was.
As she approached it, Arianne could hear a conversation between him and that stupid and irritating brother of hers, Quentyn, about something that seemed quite important. She would never barge in without announcing herself, but what they were saying picked up her attention. Arianne heard of Pentos and the Targaryens. So she decided to listen.
"Father, I should marry Daenerys Targaryen. Why does my sister get to be married into that line and not me?"
Arianne snorted and huffed at that. Her ugly frog of a brother marrying a princess? That boy is delusional. Then she heard her father say, chuckling, "Patience Quentyn. All will be well. Your sister will be the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, and our blood will finally be on the throne as it should have been many years ago."
She? On the throne? Who is she marrying? Why has she not been informed of this? Of what was going to be her future and of her future husband? She wanted to barge in, but she knew that she needed to wait and find more information.
"Father, how will she be a queen? Who is she marrying? And how will they get the throne when the Stag and the Lannisters rule the Seven Kingdoms."
"Because Quentyn, your sister is marrying Prince Viserys Targaryen. At the moment, located in Pentos, under the care of a wealthy magister, and who is currently trying to help them find alliances."
"Our spies informed me that the Prince is still unwed, and as well as his sister, the Princess. If Viserys wants the throne, we will help him win it, on the condition that he will marry Arianne, of course. "
"Will he accept it? What if he doesn't? Maybe we should offer only one pact of marriage. You know it should be me, father. Dorne should have control over future dragons if they hatched."
"Nonsense that man would have to be a fool to refuse an alliance with Dorne. Viserys will accept this match. We have to get our blood on the throne, whatever it takes. Elia's death will go unavenged, neither of her children. We will avenge them. Our family's death will not go unpunished. Remember our words, son "Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken."
"Our words … ``She said to herself the revelation. Arianne could only feel her blood boil, hearing all of this. Just how did her father think he could toy with her life like it was nothing. Did she not get a say on anything?
"So who will rule Sunspear if my sister is marrying Viserys?" her brother asked, sipping.
"You will be the new heir of Dorne and will rule Sunspear after my death, while your sister rules the Seven Kingdoms. "
Once she heard that, Arianne barged in and looked at her father and brother with a furious expression. She saw that her brother was smirking at her while her father was a serious and almost indifferent expression.
"What is the meaning of your words, father?"
"I see that you didn't lose the bad habit of overhearing, daughter."
"Don't start with that father. What is the meaning of your words? That you want to take my birthright away only to marry me off to a Targaryen who is probably mad as his father."
"Sit down, Arianne," her father replied calmly, but she had no intention of sitting and stay calm.
"Arianne, you will do your duty, and you will bring our blood on the throne one way or another. We have been in the shadows long enough".
"And give Quentyn Dorne? Father, have you lost your mind? Why would I marry someone like Prince Viserys? I don't even want the stupid Seven kingdoms. Neither that cursed chair, which got aunt Elia and my cousins killed. Why would I want to live with that fate upon my shoulders?" She said furiously, and her father's silence made her continue. "Do not think I have not heard the rumors, father. He treats the princess as her father did her mother."
"Why are you complaining, sister? You get to be queen, and I get to rule Dorne. Isn't that a good thing? Means I won't have to deal with you unless summoned to King's Landing, and Dorne will be mine. Something you wanted now belongs to me," Quentyn said, smirking at her. Gods. She wishes so much that she could kill him and throw his frog face off a cliff, but that would make her a kinslayer, and she isn't one. It was so frustrating to see someone who is not the heir ruling over something that should be hers by BIRTHRIGHT!
Arianne looked at her father with hatred and said, "You will not force me to marry that mad man. I don't care who he is and what he gives you. I will not subject myself to the mad king's son instead of ruling Dorne."
With that, she stormed out of the Great hall, heading to her room. She needs some time alone.
Starfall…
It was their first evening at Starfall, and they sat down to dinner in silence, with the Lord of the castle, the young Edric Dayne, or how he was called Ned, like his father. And of course, the beautiful young lady that seemed to have bewitched him since the first moment.
"So Ser Jon, as I can understand from the name, you are a knight, but as far as I can remember, there aren't many knights in the North."
"Yes. You aren't wrong in that, but I'm not a knight. Not yet. However, I'd like to become one someday. If Oswell will take me as a squire and teach me his tricks, of course."
"So you, Ser Oswell, are you a knight?" asked the young Dayne, and Oswell nodded, which made young Ned ask excitedly, "And may I ask in how many battles you have been in?"
"Too many to count, my lord. But I can tell you that I served under your uncle, the Sword of the Morning in one of those." And upon hearing that, Jon immediately looks at him, intrigued since Oswell never mentioned it.
"How was he? The only thing I know is that he was the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms and an honourable man."
"Yes. He was. One of the best men I knew," Oswell replied, drinking all the content of a goblet in one breath, and Jon could feel sadness in his voice as he said those words.
Wanting to change the argument of the conversation so Oswell won't be sad, Jon asked after taking a sip, "I heard many words about Dawn during my childhood, and so I was wondering if we could see it."
"Of course you can," the woman replied, smiling and taking a sip before getting up. Jon returned the smile as he got up too, followed right behind by the others.
The walk through the holloways was in silence, as the lady was leading the way. And all along the way, Jon did nothing but look at her ass and how beautiful was moving. The dress, which was quite tight, accentuated her beautiful curves, and his cock was now hard and too tight in his trousers. He certainly will need a release, but for that, he will have to be alone in his room.
"You are quite silent, Ser Jon. Is everything all right?" the young lady asked, looking over her shoulder, and Jon immediately drifted his gaze up, blushing, and blurting, "I was just admiring the wonders of your castle."
"Hmmm...I bet you did," she replied with a smirk as Jon looked down immediately, but at the same time, increased the pace to walk next to her, as Edric Dayne, the guards, and Oswell were behind them.
"We have been talking during supper, about my adventures and the North. I have not yet had the chance to ask your name."
"It's Allyria."
"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Allyria."
They reached the top of the tower of the morning, where dawn was. The inside was very spacious, and the sword was resting on an altar with a shining lilac sheet.
Jon approached the altar and began to admire the sword. Its blade was as pale as milkglass, unlike Ice, who was darker, and it seems that after many years of lying there, it hasn't lost its sharpness.
"It' s magnificent."
"My uncle, Ser Arthur was the last man to wield it till his death," said Edric, with sadness in his voice and approaching the altar too.
"Will you wield it one day, my lord?" asked Jon, feeling certain envy as he wondered that knowing that he may do it.
"If I will be worthy, yes. But you know, Ser Jon, House Dayne does not pass its sword from lord to heir. Only a knight of House Dayne who is deemed worthy can wield it," said young Ned, turning to him before adding with proudness and a smile on his face, "and the Sword of the Morning is envied throughout the Seven Kingdoms."
Jon glanced at Lady Allyria, who was near the window of the tower, and who was looking at him, with what he was sure was an expression of lust, but in her eyes, there was more. Jon blushes again and hears Oswell say, "The Smiling Knight of the Kingswood Brotherhood tried to claim Dawn from your uncle during the hunt, but it didn't go well for him. The robber knight was killed by the Sword of the Morning."
"You fought the Kingswood Brotherhood?"
"Aye. It was a glorious day. Come now, young Ned, I will tell you about that fight," Oswell said, as those two were leaving the room of the tower, leaving only him and lady Allyria in it.
They stayed in awkward silence for a moment, and even if he tried to avoid looking at her, he could feel her gaze on him, and then Jon heard her say, "You know, according to legend, the founder of House Dayne tracked a falling star to the mouth of the Torentine, constructing there Starfall. From the heart of that falling star, Dawn was forged." She stopped for a moment to take a breath before looking at him and say, "Edric is a good boy but not destined to be the next sword of the Morning, no matter how much he dreams of it. He isn't like Arthur Dayne. He hasn't his spirit and his character."
"Did you know him?"
"Yes. And I wept for him," Allyria replied, looking at the sword, and Jon could see some tears falling on her cheek.
Without thinking, Jon wraps her in a hug, and she reciprocates it, wrapping her arms around his body and resting her head on his chest.
They stay that way for a while, and Jon found it quite pleasant to embrace a woman. Her thin body compared to his muscled one. But at the same time, a deep desire aroused. The passion he is feeling for her since he first laid eyes on her.
"Your heart is beating quite fast," came Allyria's voice, breaking the moment, and he looked down, feeling himself lost in her beautiful dark purple eyes, that thanks to the moonlight coming through the windows, and the lights of candles, were shining. "Ser Jon?"
But Jon, without thinking, let out that desire, and leaning down, kissed her on the lips, with closed eyes.
It feels so good kissing her lips, but when he opened his eyes, he saw her have a stunned expression and widened eyes.
Jon immediately moved away from her, realizing what he had done, and swallowing, apologizing to her, "I'm sorry, my lady, for overstepping."
But she didn't reply, just stayed there in silence, looking at him with widened eyes and at the same time a confused expression, and so he decided to go back to his room immediately.
Jon was sitting at his table in his room, reading a book about the history of House Dayne. He wanted to know everything about his mother's house, and maybe tomorrow he can ask Lord Edric her fate if she was alive or dead.
The hour was already late, and the moon was high in the sky; sleep did not seem to want to come. And as he was reading about Samwell Dayne, known as the Starfire, King of the Torrentine who sacked and burned Oldtown, Jon heard knocking at the door and immediately got up,
"Who is it?"
"Allyria," replied the voice.
and he immediately rushed to the door, opening it, and seeing the lady standing, with a candle in hand, her hairs let freely, and wearing a light night gone with a light overcoat. "Can I come in?"
And he nodded, stepping aside as she stepped in.
His heart was racing while his cock was unbearable. Before Allyria stepped in, he took a glance at her from behind before closing the door.
"This will be a difficult situation, for sure," he said to himself.
Placing the candle on the table, and after flipping some pages of the book, she moved towards the window, leaning on it, and sighing.
Jon, in the meantime, sat on the bed, and taking advantage of this distraction of her, he started to admire her curve, enjoying what he was seeing, and at the same time loving how the moonlights made her shine.
"The moon is really beautiful tonight, isn't it?" she said, not looking at him, though.
"Yes, it is. But not as beautiful as you," he said the words before he could stop them. 'Damn it, Jon! Compose yourself.'
Allyria, for her part, giggled to herself, turning towards him and crossing her arms in front of her chest. Licking her lips, she said, nodding toward his sleeping friend, "Is that your famous wolf?"
"Yes. He is a direwolf. His name is Ghost."
"Ghost?" she asked, smiling and with a raised eyebrow, and Jon picking him up, replied, smiling, "When I found him, a few feet away from his mother, so small and helpless, I couldn't let him die there alone. So I took him with me, and since he is a quiet, silent little boy, and white as snow, I named him Ghost."
"A beautiful name, and I would say it fits him," she said, approaching, and Jon glancing up at her, said, smiling, "Do you want to touch him?"
"I don't want to wake him up."
"Oh, if you want. He is a light sleeper anyway," Jon said, and Allyria sat next to him.
Placing her hand on Ghost, started to caress him, slowly, and Ghost on his part was purring, which made Allyria giggle. A sweet and lovely sound to his ears.
"He has such soft fur," she said, looking up at him, and their eyes meet for a brief moment before moving them down again.
Pulling her hand away and looking down in her lap, she said in a quiet voice, barely a whisper, "I know you want me."
And on hearing that, Jon felt his cheeks get hot, and his cock stirred in his trousers as he got up to place Ghost back on one of the pillows.
"You desire me, Jon. Lust me. You want to fuck me right here in your bed," she said, and Jon closes his eyes, trying to shout down those thoughts that were forming in his mind. "You want to know something? I...I feel the same for you. From the moment I saw you enter in that hall, with a proud expression of the warrior you are, a deep desire awakened, and since then, I don't know how to extinguish it."
At hearing that, Jon immediately got up from the floor where he was kneeling, and without warning.
He crushed his lips with hers, making her fall on her back and him on top of her.
They start a very heathen kiss, with their tongues battling for dominance, her moaning and roaming his body.
"By all the gods…" Jon said, stopping for a moment and looking down at the woman he was kissing with such fervor. She was so beautiful and had a smile on her face. Placing some locks behind her ear, he started to wander her fingers on her face, touching her lower lips, as she was still breathing fast. "You are so beautiful."
"You are handsome too, but I want to warn you. "Until this day, I have never been touched by a man. You may find yourself being disappointed by me. By my-"
He didn't let her finish as he crushed his lips with hers, and with one arm holding himself so not to crush her, while the other hand was starting to pull up her dress.
Jon wasn't a great lover either, so he may be the one to disappoint her since he has never been with a woman till now, but he had good ears, and the soldiers don't pay much attention to a bastard. So he decided to put to practice what he had heard.
As they were kissing and the dress had reached the waist, Jon placed his hand right on her sex, making her gasp for a moment, followed by a moan in his mouth.
"Gods. you are so wet," he said, moving his fingers on the lips of her pussy, as she deepened her fingers in his hairs. "I need to get rid of this dress." and rising on his knee, he started to undress quickly, ripping his tunic and immediately feeling her nails and lips on his abs.
So, looking down, he saw her smiled wickedly as she started to unbutton his trousers, freeing his cock, who hit her straight in her face. When she saw his cock, Allyria stopped midway, doing nothing, just looking at him. Jon didn't know if it was a disappointment on her face or-
He stopped whatever he thought when he felt her hand on him and started to move it. Gods, what a great feeling it was. Better than his hand.
"What do you want me to do, Ser Jon?" she asked, mocking the title and teasing the tip of his cock slowly with her thumb, and he, groaning, said, "Suck it."
With that, he felt a warmness around the top of his cock, and soft lips wrap around his member. "Old Gods help me."
Allyria starts to move her head slowly while the tongue strokes against his member's base, and with one hand, she starts to touch his balls. It was the best feeling he has ever felt, and he placed his hand in her soft and black curls, helping her with the movement.
But the great pleasure that the young lady gives him right now, and her being his first, makes him lose his control, and without warning, he shouts his seed, snapping his eyes immediately, ashamed because of what he did.
However, Jon was stunned at finding out that she didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she kept sucking him till the last drop.
When Allyria stopped and looked up at him, she had a smile on her lips, and after swallowing, and cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand, asked, "So? Did you enjoy it, Ser Wolf?"
He, breathing fast, crashed his lips with herself, and at the same time, ripping away her nigh gone.
Allyria, on the other hand, broke the kiss, saying, "It was my favorite gown, Ser," but Jon grinning evilly down at her, bent down, starting to Devore her big breast, kissing, squeezing, and biting her erect nipples.
But his destination wasn't the breast, but something else, so he started to leave a trail of kisses downwards. From between the full breast, to her belly, her navel and till he reached his destination. Her beautiful and wet pussy, that smelled so good.
He gave a glance at her for a moment, seeing her chest moving up and down very fast, before he laid his mouth against her cunt, fingers parting her nether lips as he devoured her.
She gasped, grabbing his hair as she bucked against his lips with abandon. Well, it seems that the soldiers were right. The women truly love this thing with the tongue. His thumb searched for her pearl, and when he found it, stiff and hidden, it brought screams out of her sweet mouth and made her drip into his mouth.
"Jonnnn. Oh, gods..." She screamed more and more before going rigid, her body arching into his mouth, her back bowed, and she screamed again, this time she bit against the back of her hand. Orgasm has come as she spent into his mouth. He blinked, licking his lips. So he began to kiss his way up her body.
Now that he settled between her legs and on top of her, looking straight in her eyes, he said,
"Are you sure about this, my lady?"
"I am," she said, placing his hand on his member and guiding it at her entrance.
Jon smiled and kissed her passionately before starting to slide the tip of his cock against her entrance, coating it with her juice, and she was moaning in his mouth for the sensation. Thanks to his tongue, he knew exactly how far down to go.
So he thrusts into her, careful not to go too deep, but with enough force to make her gasp even more, breaking the kiss, but he captures them back. Upon his arrival, he immediately succumbed to a small whimper, already overwhelmed with how she felt wrapped around him. Nearly hot enough inside to burn him. Her tightness fought him, encouraging him to keep thrusting against it. He began to move, thrusting slowly; he felt how the end of his cock, was hitting against her entrance.
Allyria had been panting, small cries escaping her with each thrust. Her body shook, likewise unable to handle the fullerenes that she was surely feeling now.
The walls inside of her pulsed in unison. He could feel it on his cock. Her moaning grew throaty as she dug her nails into his skin.
Jon picked up speed, finally thrusting with his full length, and she cried out, gripping him hard. She clasped her legs on either side of him, maneuvering them in such a way as to make him go deeper inside of her.
She grabbed onto his ass with both hands, encouraging his rough movements, despite her pained expression. His thrusts began to falter as his muscles tensed, growing weaker and uneven as he lost control.
As his cock was crashing into the very back of her cunt, Allyria let out a sharp cry of pain. Feeling her wall squeeze around his cock, he couldn't stop what it was coming, and with a loud groan, he spilled deep inside of her, making her gasp, and arch her back, collapsing on her, and resting for a moment before pulling out, and lying on the side next to her, pathing.
The silence was over them before she started to laugh and crawl up to him, laying her head on his chest full of sweat.
"Why are you laughing?" Jon asked, kissing the top of her head as he wraps his arms around her.
"That I let a stranger knight take me in my own home and spill his seed deep inside me."
"Well, It's not like we don't know each other. I know your name is Allyria, and….Wait, you said your home?" asked Jon immediately, rising on his feet, and looking down at her, confused.
"Yes. My name is Allyria Dayne, and I'm Edric's aunt," she said, smiling and placing her hand on his cheek, trying to reassure him, but Jon immediately pulled away and got up. He felt as his breath was losing as he leaned on the chair, trying to take a deep breath.
"Jon? Are you alright?" came her voice as she rose on her elbow. He turned at her, passing his hand over his face. "Jon. If it's because you fear Edric's wrath-"
"No. It's not about that. I came here in search of my mother, Allyria."
"Your mother? Here?"
"Yes. You see..." Jon started as he was pacing around the room, trying to find the best word, "My father is Ned Stark and my mother...My mother is Ashara Dayne."
"No. It can't...What have we done?" she said with a broken voice, and upon hearing that, Jon stopped, looking at her, and saw her pull the sheets on and have widened eyes. "I...I need to go," she added, getting down from the bed and leaving the room running and crying.
Jon collapsed to the floor too, with the hands in his hairs, and saying to himself, "What have I done? What have I done?"