The winds outside of Winterfell howled and danced along its ancient stone walls, the gusts screaming high-pitched sounds like a mother's urgent wails. Jon suddenly awoken from his slumber. Sleepy eyelids pried open in unison to a blur of a soft white glow. Moonlight, he thought to himself, the soft rays shined brightly throughout his chambers pass battered shutters. As he laid abed, he slowly began to realize it had all been a dream..
...Moments ago, he dreamt a dream of lush green fields filled with bold colors; beautiful flowers grown anew. He sat atop a hill basking in yellow and orange rays of light, a rushing meadow glistened in the valley ahead. Colorful butterflies and chirping birds flew about, calming winds whipped through his mane of soft black curls. "Spring," he said calmly. "We made it through."
The reason he fought so hard and true sat behind him, her creamy limbs wrapped around his torso as soft, warm hands caressed his abdomen under a tunic made of fine linen. He turned his head slightly to her, her lovely face rested on his shoulder, her lavender eyes sparkled at his own, catching the same rays of light. " Yes," she breathed against his neck, the calm in her voice a soothing balm to his soul. They thought they'd never see or feel the warmth after the Long Night, but here they were. Love had won the war for life. Love was the reason they were still living and breathing. She slowly grazed her plush lips against his neck, an act that quickly sent jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. But just when he turned to grab her beautiful face to kiss her, a sudden bang against stone awoken him from this dream world that he so badly wanted to stay in with her.
As Jon slowly rubbed his eyes, he realized how cold he was, even with the furs which laid across their entangled bodies. He glanced down his chest only to reveal his lover's warm body laid beside his own, her protruding belly filled with the testament to their love, their babe, was felt against his side. Her smooth thigh laid draped across his strong muscular legs with a small delicate hand placed right over his heart . He could feel her warmth between her thighs as she began to move about slightly, not an intentional act because she was deep into her sleep but only from his slight startle that awoken him from his dream. Gods, he thought to himself, as his manhood slowly began to awaken at the thought of her heat, her sweet tightness that brought him to his knees everytime he was inside of her.
Slowly he began to untangle from her embrace furs and all, the need to look at and touch her beautiful frame was imperative. But before he could touch her again he first needed to close those damned shutters, the cold of night swirled throughout the room. He positioned her gently unto the bed so careful as not to disturb her sleep, as she breathed out a gentle huff against her pillow. Even though the embers in the hearth died down to a fiery glow, leaving the room at a slightly chillier state than earlier when they had first made love, the moon glowed over her face down to her full supple breasts. What did I ever do to deserve such a goddess, he began thinking to himself as he stood over her admiring her.
He snapped out his daze and grabbed his cloak off the nearby chaise, turned around from her to cross the room to close the shutters as the cold air swirled and gusted into their chambers. Peering out with caution into the black of night, he noticed how clear the night sky had been compared to their first official arrival at his childhood home. This must be the calm before the storm, how ironic, he thought to himself. Two nights ago he and the Queen, along with their entourages were briefed by Bran in his usual monotone voice on the status of the night king..."Any day he will be here.. Jon, Daenerys..we must be prepared. The Night King and the Army of the Dead are on the march, we have no time to spare. We shall live these last few days in peace for most of us will not live to see the light of dawn again..".
He walked over to the hearth to stoke the fire with a few blocks of wood until it raged a melody of orange and red. Suddenly he walked back over to the bedside, the thoughts of his cousin (now that he was aware of his parentage), briefing them on the danger that lied ahead them, still echoed in his mind. He laid his heavy cloak back onto the chaise once more and slowly he crept back onto the plush feather mattress next to his Queen, his lover, naked as his name day. The rays of night still casted a glow onto the angelic features of her face, highlighting her soft silvery-gold locks, curly tendrils fell loosely infront of her eyes and long lashes that framed her face as they laid splayed out across her pillow.
He laid beside her admiring her ethereal beauty. She really and truly was the most beautiful women his eyes had ever laid upon, such beauty like hers would be sung in songs for thousands of years, that was only if they could survive what was yet to come. Not only her beauty outside but inside is what made him fall in love with her. She was kind, giving and compassionate towards their people, a familiar echo to the same values he believed in himself. She only wanted to do what was right, win the battle for the living and break the wheel together that was created by false lies. They wanted to do it together, as husband and wife.. Ice and Fire.
He began to brush her hair away from her eyes ever so gently to get a better look at the peace that lied in her face. He slowly raked his eyes down her delicate throat to the soft mounds of flesh on her beautiful chest, rosy pink peaks stiffened from the surrounding coolness. His cock began to stir at the thought from earlier, how he'd pinned her against the wall once they entered their chambers, lust-filled eyes of gray and violet met suddenly as they breathed in one another. He'd unbuttoned her cloak and pulled her shift over her head as he whispered sweet words of love into her ear, letting her know how much he loved and wanted her. She let out a soft moan and in a passionate frenzy they began to peel away layers of clothing, exposing nothing but flesh to one another. He trailed wet kisses down from her soft lips and throat to her heavy full breast, caressing them. He let out a sigh against her heaving chest and said, "I need to taste you now.. is that okay love?" She nodded off silently as he continued his task of what he'd asked of her, kissing her all the way down to her most sensitive spot that he knew all too well…
And he wanted to taste her again. He wanted to wake her up from her sweet dream and hear her
sing his name in a lustful sleepy moan. Taste her sweet honey as it flowed from her like a river, not giving a damn even if he did release his seed in her from their previous coupling. They both didn't know how much time they had left, for this night could be their last.
Carefully, he pulled the furs off of her naked body, exposing her beautiful curves and silkened skin under the glow of night. He inched his way down to the foot of the bed into the darkness and placed a gentle kiss on her growing belly, continuing his path down to the middle of her center. Slowly, he began to spread her open but only a little, as he still didn't want her to awaken just yet. Black messy curls grazed over her sensitivity as he caught the scent of her, smelling of lavender and sex. His mouth began to water anticipating the taste of her, so sweet and so tangy. Something he knew he could never resist. He could live between her legs forever if he was given the opportunity, pleasuring her in all the ways possible and making her happy, because that was what she deserved. He'd do anything for her for she was his destiny. She and their unborn babe was his main reason for living again.
Slowly, he glided his tongue over her fleshy pink folds trailing all the way up to her swollen clit, giving a gentle pull with his lips. He felt her stir just a little. She was still wet from earlier, like an overly ripened summer fruit from lands he'd only heard from her tales across the Narrow Sea. Carefully, he lifted her leg up so that she was more open to him as she now laid turned on her backside. He repeated the same lick up her slit but this time as he reached her top, he sucked all of her in not pulling away. He created a slow sucking rhythm with only mouth and tongue, hands grabbing her plump ass cheeks spreading her wider as he stuck his tongue into her waiting heat.
Mmmm, he thought to himself, she always tasted so good. She began to stir about even more now, faint moans and low sighs could be heard in the small space around them. As he looked up to see her face in the darkness pass her growing belly and heaving tits in the moonlight, she slowly began to awaken. He continued his mission of pleasuring his Queen as he licked and sucked on her swollen sex, a deep sensual moan escaping her lovely pink lips as she sighed out his name. "Mmmmmm, J-Jonnn, you feel so good to me love." She was wide awoke now. He felt her fingers gently pull at his messy black curls, fingernails slightly scraping his scalp, pulling him closer to her sensitive spot as she rocked her hips to his attentive mouth and tongue . She cooed and moaned so slow and sexy and the sounds of her pleasure nearly pushed him to the edge. He was ready to be inside of her again, feel her contract around his throbbing cock begging for release. But he wanted to feel her contract around his tongue and lips first.
He held her legs spread wide apart as he fucked her with his tongue, the feeling of her pulsating was evident. Her moans grew louder as he continued his sweet torture, in and out of her, his nose and scruff beard continuously nudging and grazing her swollen clit. As she inched ever so close to her orgasm, he pulled away suddenly, inserting a finger into her dripping hot sex. She gasped aloud, arching her back up as the glow of night danced across her beautiful skin. She was breathtaking this way, with one leg he had draped over his shoulder laid upon his back, and the other spread wide open as he fingered and suckled her like it was the last time he'd taste her again.
She cried out his name as he added another digit, hooking his fingers into her tight slickness. He continued to pump in and out of her in a faster rhythm, suckling and feasting on her, fingers pulling harder on his hair and scalp as her legs began to tremble, attempting to clamp around his head. He gently pinned her legs back open and returned his mouth back on to her. He pulled away slightly releasing suction from her as he whispered gruffly against her swollen cunt, "Yess my love… that's it. I love you so muchh…. cum for me Dany, don't hold it back...". He continued his task once more of suckling her sensitive bundle of nerves as she mewled and gasped foreign words of love. "Let me taste you on my tongue…pleasee…". And just as he whispered his last few words of encouragement into her quivering heat he returned his mouth to her and she came hard in a slow flutter, pulsating around his skillful fingers and tongue, chanting out his name. She sounded so beautiful, gasping and moaning sharply with her back arched high as her body trembled and shaked about, her essence flowing from her like the meadow in his dream as he shamelessly licked her clean and dry .
He gave her a few moments to recover from her sweet release, her shallow pants could be heard from above her lovely frame. As he laid a single kiss to the top of her sex he released her legs that he held open while giving her the pleasure she deserved. Slowly, he crept from the darkness at the foot of the bed into the moonlight, with untamed curls and his beard glistening of her sweet release. He revealed himself to his lover as he hovered atop her trembling body, her face beautifully flustered as eyes of gray and violet met in a hooded gaze. He used the back of his hand to wipe away her essence from his mouth with a sly smile, bending down to kiss her tenderly as a single tear rolled down from her twinkling eyes onto her rosy cheeks. Looking back into her eyes once more, she gently nuzzled her nose against his own as she glared back into him with her eyes filled with wonder and whispered, " I love you, my King." He crashed his lips back on to hers kissing her with all the love that he had to give. "I love you too, my Queen," as he thought to himself, embracing each other into the glow of night.