They say he's a Targaryen, but when I looked into his eyes all I could see was her. And like a breaking dam, all of my thoughts were flooded with memories and images of her.
They started off innocently, but as the night progressed they became more and more improper. Scenarios entered my head that would surely have made mi'lady blush, despite how feisty and unladylike she likes to believe herself to be.
Three tankards of ale did little to improve the situation. It should have come to no surprise as I drifted off to sleep that my dreams would likewise be plagued, however the one that came was quite unlike the others.
I was naked and blind, that I knew. Nothing could penetrate the darkness that surrounded me. Suddenly, as if heavy lids lifted, her grey eyes were piercing into me. They were bright and all consuming.
Without breaking contact with the phantom eyes, a tentative lick slid across my cock. The sensation grew stronger as the source lapped and lapped with an inhuman speed, covering me from base to tip then swirling back down again. The sensation built and built, and unable to close my eyes or look away, I released my sticky seed with grey eyes burning into me.
Unsatisfied, I blindly reached out and found purchase with both my hands and cock. My hands buried themselves into thick, short, smooth hair while my stiff prick sank deep into a soft, velvety wet cave. The vibrations of a deep throaty growl sent me over the edge again,
This time as I pull away I find my sight restored. A great wolf, what could only be a dire wolf, sits before me. Hesitantly I call out to her.
"Arya?"
The wolf smiles, her smile, and as it fades away I can hear her voice.
"Soon."