Authors note: Thank you for the reviews, I hope this chapter has enough lemons. My focus is to the storyline now and so lemons don't pop up in my head as often. I also started a new story, I know I know another new story haha. But this one is a love triangle between Jamie, Sansa, and Jon. It is going to be 90% end game Jonsa but I could be persuaded towards Jamie. Check it out and review, let me know what you think. It's called 'Winter's War- The Dragon, The Wolf, and The Lion' or something like that haha! As always please review review review =]

Chapter 22: Battle for Dragonstone

Sansa was woken to the sound of silence, her bed was empty, and her mind full of confusion. She sat up her blue eyes searching her strange room. All the rooms in Dragonstone were dark and cold. She missed Winterfell and the strange warmth it brought to her.

Dragonstone was lonely and depressing, she supposed that was what drove Stannis Baratheon mad enough to attack Cersei and Joffrey at Kingslanding. She did enjoy the sound of the ocean though, outside the waves crashed against one another as they rolled onto shore.

The door cracked open, Jon peeked in, bringing a tray of food. He assumed that she must be hungry, her appetite was always changing. Sansa didn't eat enough to Jon lately, but she told him that there just wasn't much room in there with two humans fighting for space in there as well.

"Morning," Jon smiled at her, he loved most how she looked in the mornings, her hair wild and unruly from sleep, her skin glowing and her eyes rested. She was now growing quite huge and she seemed to be even more tired than usual.

"Jon?" she asked looking at him, he looked worried, despite his false smile. His eyes always gave away what he thought, the way his brows would burrow down almost as if trying to hug his eyes, lines creasing on his forehead.

"Yes, Sansa," Jon said almost mockingly as he laid a plate of food beside her. She took a bite of a grape and then a small cheese cube before pushing the plate aside.

"What is wrong?" Sansa asked curiously. Her face now crunching into one of worry.

"Nothing, can't I just dote on my wife?" Jon loved the sound of the word, and he could see by her smile she loved it as much as he did. Jon sat in front of her, eating some meat and cheese, his eyes low. Sansa's hand gently touched his face as she watched him intently.

"I am your wife, you can confide in me," she reminded him, "we are partners in everything in this life."

"Aye, that we are," he leaned over to kiss her cheek. She was quicker then him, meeting his lips with her own. He smiled as she continued to kiss him, trying to coerce him with sweetness to talk to her.

"Well then?" Sansa said peppering him with kisses. His arms were quick around her, pulling her close to him. She giggled her hand reaching up to clasp his neck as he kissed her along her jawline and down her throat, a low wolf like growl escaping his throat. Sansa leaned into him, moaning delightfully at the feeling of his lips on her skin. She knew what he was doing, he was distracting her, and he was doing well.

His hand grasped her hair as the other found her waist pulling her as close as she could with a swollen belly. Jon's hands began to roam her body, causing chills deep inside her, her arms wrapping around his neck. Sansa's heart began to hammer in her chest, her body aching with desire. Her hands found themselves grasping his dark curls.

Before Sansa knew it, Jon had her dress over her head and on the floor. Sansa's hands fumbling at his clothes as he continued to kiss her skin. He gently laid her down as he hovered above her, roaming her body with hungry eyes. The site of her swollen belly only causing him to want her more, knowing she carried within her the children he never thought he would father.

"I want you so bad," Jon growled softly in her ear before nipping at it gently. His hands gliding over her swollen breasts, gently teasing and playing with her hardened nipples.

"As I want you," Sansa moaned biting his shoulder as she felt his hand slide down her side, over her thigh and then between her legs. He was pleased to find that her sex was dripping with desire as much as he was aroused. Sansa gasped, her nails digging into his skin, as his fingers playful glided around the bundle of nerves that would bring her to her peak. Each stroke increasing in pressure and speed, only stopping to feel inside of her, collecting more of her wet desire before continuing.

He could feel it begin to swell as he began to lick and nip at her hard nipples, enjoying how enlarged her breast had become. Sansa could feel his erection pressing against her thigh and she couldn't help but grasp it in her delicate hand enjoying the way he gasped. Her hand moving up and down along his large shaft, trying to keep control of her own overwhelming feeling as he brought her closer and closer to peak.

Sansa was close to the point she couldn't take it anymore, and was quickly on top of Jon. He was pleasantly surprised by her aggressive attack as she guided him into her. Sansa's back arching and her head falling back, her long red hair brushing his legs as she let him enter her slowly. Jon moaned, he enjoyed the wet tightness surround his hard cock. His hands now hooked under her cheeks as he helped her move, his hips thrusting up into her.

Jon watched mesmerized by his beautiful bride, wondering how this was all really his. Sansa was once his sister, he loved her and wanted her, imagined her in almost similar fashion, naked and full of desire for him. The guilt had racked him in his desire, and now she was his bride carrying his children. She thrust her hips back and forth, swirling them to a rhythm that brought her closer to closer.

"Jon," she gasped, shuttering as his fingers went back between her thighs to her sweet spot, stroking as she rode him vigorously. Her hands on his strong chest, nails lightly digging in as she rolled her hips feverously. He felt Sansa finally come to her end as she rocked back, arching once more his hand reaching up to catch hers balancing her before she continued to ride him.

"Gods Sansa," Jon growled squirming bellow her, one hand in hers holding her up, the other now digging into her hip as he slammed up into her hard releasing his seed. Sansa sat there a moment panting heavily, as she leaned forward releasing his hand so that both her hands were on both sides of his head, his cock still inside her now very wet womanhood, as she laid a long kiss on his lips.

Jon's hands finding their way into her hair as he pulled her close, his large arms pulling her body onto his. He could feel the heavy pants of her body as she lay against him, her hair tickling his nose as her head lay on his chest. He wished he could tell her, how much he needed that, how badly he need her. But he didn't want to worry her for what was about to come.

"I love you, Sansa," he said wrapping his arms around her tight as she listened to the sound of his heart.

"I love you, Jon," Sansa said looking up at him, before kissing his neck and then leaning up to kiss his lips. It wasn't long before she fell asleep against his chest.

Jon was quiet as he could as he moved out from under her, covering her naked body with some furs. He kissed her red hair smelling it, before stroking her head gently. He let out a sigh before quietly dressing and leaving to the armory where the men were gearing up for battle. Euron had arrived sooner than they had planned.

Sansa woke up with Arya sitting at the edge of the bed. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep but she could tell Arya looked worried. Sansa sat up holding the furs to cover her breast. Arya was quick to grab a dress and toss it to her sister so she could dress.

"What is going on?" Sansa asked as she turned to Arya could lace her up. Arya was uncommonly quiet, and this made Sansa worry even more. She turned around, sharply grabbing Arya by the shoulders, "Arya?!"

"I… I am not supposed to say," Arya said looking down away from her sister, "they made me stay behind…"

"Stay behind for what?" Sansa asked more aggressively then intended.

"The Battle," Arya didn't know what else to say, "I want to go, to be Jon's protection, but he refused it. Said it was more important I protect you and the babes."

"Typical Jon, always worried about others when his life is on the line. He is such a bloody idiot!" Sansa said angrily. One hand on her back the other under her stomach as she paced angrily, "he is never going to trust me…"

"Sansa," Arya said firmly, grabbing her sisters arm to stop her pacing.

"What!" Sansa snapped, catching Arya off guard. She knew her sister wasn't the same stuck up perfect lady she was growing up, she knew that Kings Landing and Ramsay changed her, but she hadn't known how much pent up anger Sansa held within.

"You are pregnant! With twins!" Arya pointed at Sansa's protruding belly, "of course he wouldn't want you out there in the middle of a water battle!"

"I don't care! My place is with him!" Sansa felt tears pricking painfully at her eyes. She refused to cry, she spent so much time crying.

"Who is with him?" Sansa asked looking Arya deep in the eyes.

"He left Brienne, the hound, Gendry, and I along with a dozen soldiers to protect you and the Dragon queen," Arya said worriedly.

"Daenerys?" Sansa asked, her eyes dropping to the floor in confusion, "shouldn't she be out there with her dragons?"

"She was, she was riding Drogon when Euron used something that paralyzed him. He hit the ground hard with the dragon queen on him, she is injured pretty badly –"

"How long have I been asleep?" Sansa asked her chest heavily heaving with panic.

"You were slipped something to help you sleep, so that you would sleep through the battle. But it's not going as they planned," Arya couldn't hide her fear, "they hid the dragons, knowing they will send assassins to rid her of them."

"We should be with Daenerys," Sansa said swallowing nervously, she knew that's what Jon would want. Arya was surprised to see Sansa digging through her trunk aggressively, throwing all her gowns and clothes to the floor. She slipped the dress off, putting on riding britches and a grey shirt that had a long train behind it, wolf fur trimming the neck. She then pulled out her hidden bow and arrows, something she hadn't used in quite a while, "let's pray I don't need these…"

"I agree," Arya said as her hand slipped to her sword, needle was now not a tiny thing like Arya, but Gendry had forged it into something equally beautiful but much deadlier.

Sansa and Arya quickly left the room running to the heavily guarded room that the Dragon queen was being attended to. She was shocked to see the condition Danny was in. Tyrion was beside her, a rag to her head, her face different colors of bruises, her arm and side heavily wrapped to stop the bleeding. Daenerys looked up to look at Sansa, seeing the worry in her eyes.

"Queen Sansa," Tyrion said looking over to her. She could see the pain in his eyes, she could see how much he loved and admired his queen.

"Is she going to be alright?" Sansa's voice cracked. She looked around to see the hound and Gendry were already posted in the room. She gave them each a weak smile, wondering where Brienne was.

"She has gone to check on the battle, for news," Tyrion answered her unasked question, "we are hoping it will end soon, but we were blindsided."

"The Dragons?" Sansa asked as she watched the poor queen, "who is looking after Drogon?"

"They are locked away in a cave for their protection, we have someone attending to him, he should be fine as it wasn't a far fall for a dragon, but not quite the same a dragon queen," Tyrion's voice shook. She couldn't hear what he was muttering to his queen, but she could imagine what he was saying.

Jon hit the side of the wall, the ship had flung sideways due to the waves hitting them. This was the worst time to possibly be battling out in open water, but it was too late. A storm had raged outside, gray skies, lightning and thunder, winds that brutally beat at their ships not caring about which side it hit.

The storm was unyielding, it took no side, it cared not whose life it took. He could hear the screams of men in the water as their bodies slammed against the wooden boat, breaking their bones until they drowned. The ocean running red with the blood of both his men and Euron's.

Jon could finally see Euron in sight, he was attacking Theon and his sister's boat, clearly meaning to take their lives before the day's end. Jon commanded his men through the rain and wind to head for his ship, he would aid them, best he could. Jon felt the sting of wind and salt in his eyes as he hollered to his men, as he encouraged them to defend their queen and their home.

Jon felt his shit hit Euron's jolting them forward and him sided ways. He drew his sword as he and his men jumped ships until they landed on the enemy's deck. The sound of steal against steal rang in the air, dancing with the sound of the wind in a sickening tune. It wasn't until Jon was close enough that he saw Theon and his sister had already been fighting Euron, before he could reach them he heard the sickening sound of metal meeting flesh.

Yara held her hands over the spot the blade still lay embedded, her eyes dropping to it in disbelief before looking back up at Theon who let out a yell of pain as he ran to her, taking her into his arms. Jon let out a battle cry as he lifted his sword, distracting Euron enough that Theon could have a moment with his sister.

Yara fell as Theon held her, he cradled to her as he whispered her promises, his tears covering her face as the light left her eyes. Theon let out a great cry as the last of his family left him alone in this world, he rocked her back and forth on his knees as he refused to let her go.

Jon's strides met Euron's, a wicked smile on this strange man's face that made Jon uncomfortable. Euron stepped backwards avoiding his swing, letting him know he wanted to say something. Jon could see through this man reddish beard a huge triumphant grin.

"You may have beaten my army, King of the North, but you missed something," Euron chuckled, the rain clinging to his hair and beard as it did Jon's. Jon looked confused as he squinted through the rain, Euron looked in a direction where one of his ships had already hit the shore of Dragonstone, men already heading into the castle, "They will strip you of everything you love and cherish… so in a sense, I win."

"What have you done?" Jon growled looking back at Euron before yelling at his men to turn back. Jon could see Sansa in his head, her lifeless body slaughtered beside his aunt's mutilated body. Arya. Gendry. Brienne. All of them killed because he was distracted and unprepared. Sansa. He let out another heavy swing, this time possessed by something else, Euron unable to keep up as Jon slashed the man in the chest, blood spilling onto his clothes and the deck of the ship. Euron fell to one knee as he looked at Jon, refusing to die, but Jon glared at him as he lifted his sword and dropping it swiftly until Euron's head rolled across the floor.

Sansa grasped Arya to her as she heard the warning bells, the castle had been breached, and they had not enough men. Tyrion laid his head on his queen's shoulder, he knew if he was to die, it would be beside his queen.

"We will not die this day," Sansa said firmly to her sister, before looking to the hound, "we will survive…"

"Damn right little bird," The hound growled as he lifted his sword. Sansa kissed Arya's head and sent her with Gendry as she opened the door to step into the hall. She could hear men running up the stairs and she was quick to fit her arrow with a bow, releasing them as the men came into view. She was surprised how her muscle memory seemed to be good, as she took down one man after the other.

Gendry, Arya, and The hound stood beside her taking out those who got close, but they were quickly overwhelmed. Sansa used her bow the best she could to take down any enemies, but they were over taking them. Sansa felt panic as she was shoved into the wall, unable to stop the men coming, her eyes stung and grew hazy as she began to pray, feeling pain swell in her belly. She could see Arya and Gendry being outnumbered, the hound found himself with a sword in his side, but he did not stop.

Everything became white as the pain raised like flames engulfing her before she let out a scream like no other. A white light bursting from within her body expelling out taking out those around her, knocking even her kin to the ground as the force of it sent her backwards herself. Sansa knew it was the twins, they could feel her fear, and for a moment she feared what she carried inside of her.

Sansa drifted off, laying on the cold stone ground of the castle, a beautiful dream coming to her. Something was guiding her, telling her what she needed to do. When she finally came to, she could hear a ringing in her ear, as Arya shook her and yelled at her. Sansa was trying to get over the beautiful feeling of the dream she had, the peace, the wonder.

"I need to go…" Sansa said softly, muttering to herself. Arya was confused as she took her sisters hand to help her up.

"You need to lay down Sansa," she said as the others crowded her.

"The babies," Sansa said holding her hand down on her belly, "they are guiding me…"

"You are making no sense," Arya said as Sansa began to walk away from her. The others followed her, trying to stop her.

Sansa had left castle, walking through the sand in the opposite side of the battle, the ships were finally starting to return and yet she did not go to see if her husband was alive. Arya was concerned as she looked at the Hound, he shook his head and shrugged following the delirious girl. Sansa finally came to the edge of the water, facing old Valeria. Sansa started walking to the water, Arya grabbing at her but then stopped moving when she saw the water parting for Sansa. The other hesitantly followed as they walked the ground left behind from the removed water.

When finally, they had made it all the way to the island of old Valeria, they were surprised to see that Sansa had led them to a path unburnt and destroyed by the Doom that befell Valeria. Sansa looked back at them and smiled, but Sansa didn't look like herself, it was as if someone else was in control of her body. They watched hesitantly as Sansa's walked further into the island, guided by her dream, and finally the others followed.

Jon had reached land, running into the castle to search for his family and friends. Danny and Tyrion were still hidden in her room, a hundred men dead outside the door way, but no Sansa or Arya to be found. Jon was concerned as he finally found Brienne, inured but alive. Together the heard from another soldier about what they had seen, Queen Sansa and her company had walked into the ocean towards Old Valeria, that the water had parted for them.

Jon's head swam with intensity, his wife was alive, but what he heard was insane. He had to find her, and if she was in the ocean, she could drown or worst. So, with swiftness Jon ran to his ship and sailed towards old Valeria hoping to find them.

Authors note: Sorry for the rushed ending, I had to hurry and get this up since I am almost done with work which means no more internet. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed… next chapter will get weird but good weird, and we will finally get to meet the twins and find out more about their mysterious fate!