Sam's cheeks blushed a deep pink. His lips parted expectantly. Jon's dark eyes gazed down at him with hunger as he let his hands fall along Sam's body. He felt his fingers move across the rolls hanging off of Sam. He let his fingers trace up his arm and back down again. He grabbed Ser Piggy's hand and ran it along his own chest and down the nether regions of his body. He moved Sam's hand along his cock and felt it stiffen at the light touch. Sam began to grasp harder. There was a desperate look in his eyes to please this man.
He ran his hand up and down Jon's hard Valyrian steel, gasping at the sheer size of it. Oh Lord Snow, thought Sam, am I in for a treat tonight. He gave a few quick strokes and turned himself around, ready for anything. Jon stepped up and whispered in his ear, "Grab your ankles, Ser Piggy, it's time to do your duty for the realm."
Sam gasped as he gently entered him. He opened his eyes and saw Ghost in the corner, staring at him, accusingly. Sam felt ashamed, yet yearned for more.
"Please don't stop Jon."
Jon grunted in satisfaction, once, twice, thrice. He didn't know how much longer he could take it; it had been so long, and he never dreamed that the fat folds of Lord Tarly would be so plump and accepting. Suddenly, Ghost howled. He looked up and saw Ghost scratching at the door, and then the door slowly started to crack open...