A bedding, I hope it isn't too much of a smutness ;)

Oh and there might even be a bit of plot in this chapter too, and a bit of blood.

Sansa

The King's Bedding Chamber a was fairly small and relatively simply furnished room. It had a large hearth, three chairs for the onlookers, a table for drinks and in the middle was the enormous imposing four poster bed, made from the white branches of a weirwood tree, with red leaves woven around it by some kind of red twine. The bed was said to have been built by Bran the Builder, and that it had spells built into it, making it a magical experience for those who used it; for once the voiles were closed, the bed would transport the lovers to another realm, one where they would experience privacy and not see or remember those who were said to be watching them. Of course, the stories claimed it could only work for the King's of Winter, and thus there was no recent proof that the strange looking bed actually worked. As Jon and Sansa were a King and Queen of winter, the bed should work, and if not, at least the room and bed was unusual.

The plan they had decided upon was for them to minimise the amount of time required for the bedding to be witnessed. Therefore they would prepare one another beforehand. Jon had been adamant he would allow Sansa to experience the Lords Kiss on their wedding night, and he was keeping to that promise, even ensuring a degree of privacy for them.

Strangely, Sansa was no longer nervous of the bedding. She suspected the tonic had something to do with it, as Jon had commented on the way to the room, that he felt the same way. The moment they closed the door, Sansa felt the magic inside the room crackle. Jon looked around, his eyes shining.

"Do you feel that?" he asked.

"Yes your grace." Sansa smirked.

"My Queen." Jon stepped towards her and placed his lips upon hers. Heat flew to her core like she'd never experienced when Jon had kissed her; he tasted of ale and leather. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in tight to his body. Sansa yanked the leather tie from his hair, and threaded her fingers through his curls as their tongues fought and explored, their teeth nipping at one another's lips like the wolves they were. She unfastened Jon's sword belt and threw it onto the bed, out of the way.

Sansa felt Jon unlacing her dress, which was designed to be easily removed. Desperate to touch Jon's naked skin, Sansa began to unlace Jon's black and burgundy doublet. He'd looked so handsome in his Targaryen clothing, black really did suit him. He shimmied his arms and shoulders out and pulled his black shirt over his head. Sansa turned around to allow him better access to the laces on her dress. Jon pulled her hair to one side and began to kiss down the side of her neck whilst his fingers deftly dealt with the strings of her dress. Soon she was devoid of the beautiful gown and standing in her shift which was white, low-cut and almost see-through, her newly made lace smallclothes on show. Jon growled as he pushed his hips up against her back, where she could feel his hardness against her.

"Gods I want you." she moaned.

Jon nipped her ear playfully. "You're gonna to get me, all of me, all night. I will do everything in my power to pleasure my she-wolf." his words made her feel hot and flustered. She knew what it was like to feel turned on, but this was different, it was more intense.

"Anything?" Sansa asked.

"Well, I was thinking of one thing in particular." he chuckled in her ear. "After all, I did promise." Sansa turned towards him as he began to walk her backwards towards the bed. "I like this shift, I can see everything underneath."

"Not quite." she said as the backs of her legs hit the bed.

"Well, then we'll have to get rid of the offending items. If your grace doesn't mind, I might wish to keep these as a wedding night keepsake."

"What?" Sansa cried as Jon pushed her down gently, his hands feeling their way up her shift and removing her beautiful new lace smallclothes, which she had made especially for that night.

"I might want to keep them. A favour should I go into battle." he said, his face so serious, Sansa couldn't tell whether he meant it or not.

"Ew." she crinkled her face.

"To you maybe..." Jon kissed her on the lips. "But not to me." he pulled her shift up around her waist. "Are you ready?" he asked, Sansa nodded, placing his thumb into her mouth, which she sucked, wetting it.

Jon moved down her body, firstly trailing kisses all over her belly, her eyelids closing momentarily as his fingers parted her red curls, his calloused thumb tracing circles around her swollen nub. Sansa spread her legs wider, allowing Jon better access, resting herself on her elbows, eager to watch his work. He licked the crease on both sides of her groin, before his tongue traced the line along her folds, causing Sansa's breath to hitch. When his tongue delved between them she moaned softly. Sansa never knew anything could feel so wonderful.

"Gods, you taste good." Jon growled as his hands opened her folds and he began to greedily lap at her juices.

Jon sucked on her nub, sending Sansa into a frenzy of ecstasy, then replacing his mouth with his thumb, he began to massage the swollen bundle of nerves, meanwhile he slipped his tongue inside her entrance, and literally began to fuck her with it. Sansa grabbed Jon's curls and pulled him closer to her, pushing his tongue deeper inside. Jon placed his hand on her stomach to restrict her movements as he removed his tongue from Sansa's pussy, and slowly drew it up her slit until he reached her nub once more.

"Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers and suck you with my mouth?" he asked softly.

"Please Jon." Sansa begged, her insides needing to be filled. Jon inserted one finger inside her and began to stroke her inner walls while his mouth clamped down on her nub, causing Sansa to cry with pleasure as the heat began building up inside and along her folds. Jon's mouth was hot and wet. For a brief moment she wondered if it was hotter than normal men, after all he was a dragon and his body was abnormally warm.

Sansa wrapped one of her legs around his back, pulling him closer. All the while his mouth and fingers worked in a frenzied unison, sucking on her clit, entering her with his finger, curling his finger inside her, hitting her centre until it became unbearable. Her body was on fire as the the pleasure built up, a storm of sensation building up inside her threatening to tip her over the edge.

"What do you want me to do to you Sansa?" Jon asked, his voice becoming slightly menacing, which for some reason turned Sansa on even more. The question was loaded for her to respond with talk which wasn't becoming of a Lady, but Sansa didn't care, she'd do anything for him right now, as long as he'd make her peak.

"I want you to make me come with your fingers and mouth." she panted, knowing this was exactly what her husband wanted to hear; so Jon slipped a second finger inside her as a payment.

"Where do you want my mouth?" he asked.

"On my clit." Sansa cried. Jon was keeping her on the brink of an orgasm, yet he was cruelly not allowing her to fall over the edge. "Gods please Jon, let me come. I can't bear it anymore."

"I want you to come so hard, you'll soak my beard." Jon growled. "Talk dirty and I'll let you come." he promised.

Sansa hesitated for a moment, but she needed the release. "Fuck me with your mouth Jon, do it hard, make me come." she cried, probably a bit too loud, but she didn't care. As far as she was concerned, the whole castle could hear them. She suddenly wanted them all to know how good a lover he was.

Jon curled his fingers in exactly the right spot, and suddenly Sansa's insides felt like they were exploding, wildfire surging through her body. Her back arched and she began to shake; the throbbing inside her was so extreme she thought she would black out. Sansa cried out in ecstasy, she had no idea which words left her lips, but they were loud. Fluids gushed from inside her, as if she'd passed water, but she didn't care, Jon wanted a wet beard, well he'd gotten one. After that, her body began to calm down, she was still throbbing inside, but she knew her orgasm was subsiding. A small part of her was glad, she was exhausted.

"Stop." she cried, pushing Jon's mouth and fingers away, there was too much sensation in her body.

Jon did as he was told and pulled his mouth and fingers away, crawling up her body and caging her with his arms either side of her head, an enormous grin on his face. "Seven hells Sansa, that was bloody amazing."

"What happened?" she suddenly felt self-conscious that she had wet herself. "Did I.." she started but Jon shook his head and laughed.

"You just had a very intense orgasm." he leaned down and kissed her, she could taste herself on him, which wasn't as unpleasant as she'd expected. "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." he rested his head against hers.

"Do you want me to ready you?" Sansa asked.

"Gods no, if you don't think that little performance of yours did nothing for me, then you've not been paying attention to how much you turn me on by just existing." he whispered, as she noticed voices outside.

"I suppose they want their show." Jon sighed. "At least it shouldn't be too uncomfortable for you." he stood up. "Get under the furs until those curtains are closed." he told her, so she pushed Jon's sword to the other side of the bed and did as she was told, pulling the furs up to her chin to cover her modesty.

Jon put on his nightshift and took the weirwood paste from his breeches and put it under the pillow next to Sansa. He opened the doors to three red-faced onlookers. "Come in." he ordered.

"Your grace." Margaery curtseyed with a smirk on her face.

Lady Dustin's face was impassive as she entered the room. "Your grace." she also curtseyed.

"Your grace." Tyrion bowed and followed the other two, making his way to the chair provided.

"I have prepared my wife, so hopefully this won't take up too much of your time." Jon said sternly. "The curtains will ensure you see just enough while affording us our privacy." The three of them nodded and sat, clearly not comfortable with what they were about to witness, although Tyrion seemed far more interested than the women.

Jon climbed into the bed with Sansa and closed the voile curtain and suddenly their surroundings changed. They were no longer in the bed, instead they were outdoors. Sansa saw Jon looked at her with desire. She looked down at what she was wearing and saw that was no longer adorned in her see-through shift, she was wearing a pale grey sleeveless gown, which was so low cut, the v-shaped neckline, dipped down to her waist until it reached her silver belt, showing off her pale white stomach. The material was also see-through, so much so that her breasts were clearly visible, as was the v-shape of red curls between her legs, the skirts being just as sheer as the top. Not that she cared. Sansa looked at Jon, who was wearing black breeches and a loose black tunic; tied to his waist was his sword belt, holding Dark Sister. He looked as handsome as she'd ever seen him, his winter pallor gone, replaced by a slight tan. Jon's eyes were a dark indigo, which combined with his loose dark hair and darkened skin, gave him an exotic look.

Once she'd gotten over the shock of the changing appearance of her husband, Sansa looked around at their surroundings. The skies were blue, the sun warm with just a slight breeze to freshen the air. They were stood in the grounds of some castle ruins. The stones had once been white, with circular pillars at what might have been the entrance. Jon took her hand and squeezed it.

"Summerhall." he told her.

"How do you know?" she frowned.

"My father used to come here a lot. I saw it in the Godswood when I took the paste." he explained.

"What was it like before it was destroyed?" Sansa asked.

"It was large, as you can probably tell. Larger than the Red Keep. It was built of white stone, white marble floors. It was light and opulent. Probably the most beautiful building I have ever seen. He sighed. "And now it is in ruins."

"It is still beautiful." Sansa smiled and Jon nodded. "I wonder why we are here?"

"I was conceived here." Jon told her with a smile on his face. "I didn't witness it, but I could sense the significance of the place." he laughed.

"I should hope not." Sansa frowned. "Speaking of witnesses, we aren't doing what we are supposed to be doing. Do you think they've gone?"

Jon shrugged. "There's no one here." he pulled her in tight, pushing part of her dress to the side, revealing her breast; his calloused fingers gently stroking her nipple.

"What? Here?" Sansa raised her eyebrows.

"I don't think anyone is going to interrupt." Jon laughed as he pulled her over to a particularly soft looking area. "This looks comfortable." he bent down and placed his hand on the grass. "Soft and springy. The ground is dry, but I think that pretty dress needs to come off, we don't want it to get dirty." he smirked, kneeling on the ground in front of her, as he unfastened her belt.

"I'll take your word for it." Sansa nodded as the belt fell away and her dress parted as if it were a coat. Jon pushed her legs to widen them and pressed his mouth against her nub, heating up her still sensitive core once more. "Again?" Sansa's eyes widened.

Jon looked up at her and grinned. "Aye, but I think I need to get rid of my clothes first." he admitted, standing up. "Just don't move, I don't ever want to forget you looking like that." his eyes were wild with lust. Sansa stood watching him divest of his sword belt, his tunic and his breeches, leaving him completely naked. He was as hard as she'd ever seen him. "Fuck, looking at you like that is enough to make me come." he growled, kissing her on the lips in an almost chaste fashion, whilst his hands palmed her breast, gently pinching on her nipples. Sansa mewled with pleasure. Jon's hands softly brushed down the sides of her body as his mouth once more reached her core.

"Jon, I won't be able to stand if I peak like that again."

"I know. You'll be on your knees, and then on my cock before you're still coming down." he murmured as his hot wet tongue made its way up her slit, before he sucked teased her nub, flicking it with his tongue. He wrapped one arm around the tops of her thighs, just underneath her bottom, while he used his other hand to slide two fingers in and out of her entrance. Sansa knew she was going to peak soon, not as hard as last time, but it was still going to be powerful.

"Jon, I'm not sure I can stand much longer." she protested.

Jon stopped. "Good, my knees are sticking in a stone." he lay down on the ground and beckoned her down. "Now hands out in front of you and lower your sweet cunny onto my face, just make sure I can breathe."

Sansa did as she was told, her entrance finding his tongue, which entered her as she lowered herself down. "Seven hells." she moaned. At first Jon moved her hips, then Sansa took over, placing herself where she needed his tongue. The storm inside her was building up, she felt the pulling sensation between her back, her stomach and then her core. "Gods Jon!" she cried out as her insides pulsated, shocking her body into pressing herself down on Jon's face even harder, his tongue inside her, lapping at her juices. Even the thought of him drinking her made her come harder. However there was something missing, she needed him inside her. Sansa just about managed to push herself to her knees and move down Jon's body. He must have understood what she wanted, as he moved up to match her. Without any thought or hesitation, Sansa impaled herself on Jon's hard cock, a feeling of relief overwhelmed her.

Despite the thing that happened to her in the past, Sansa had expected the feeling of pleasure; her time with Jon had shown her there was to be great pleasures of the flesh. However Sansa never expected the feeling on one-ness; where she and Jon were simply one being, with no beginning and no end. The emotional feelings were slightly overwhelming, however the physical ones were even more shattering. Jon was physically hot, his dragon blood increased his body temperature, it was that heat inside of her which spread throughout her body. Her insides ached to be touched as much as the outside, which was good because Jon's hands were everywhere.

Sansa's hips moved with the help of Jon, they were already well-practised in this position as it was the one Sansa had initially favoured when they first began their practise coupling. It had given her a sense of control and was easier to peak in this position. As they moved, Sansa's heart pounded faster and louder, her insides were a storm of heat and energy, with a background thrumming in her ears. The faster they moved, the louder it got. Sweat poured from Sansa's body, she looked down at Jon, who was panting and sweating as much as she was. Jon sat up and kissed her, their hips rolling in unison, but the movements slower, more deliberate; however the sound in her ears was louder. Jon could sense something wasn't right.

"Sansa?" Jon asked.

"It's a little exhausting." she admitted breathlessly. Jon laughed and turned them over.

"Let me do some of the hard work, I'm more used to the exercise." he kissed her on the nose as she lay on her back.

The noise calmed a little at first, but so did the sensation, and Sansa wanted more. She lifted her legs, allowing Jon to gain better access, which heightened the heat inside her, but the noise got louder again. Sansa wrapped her ankles around Jon's neck and he straightened his back so that he was bolt upright. He massaged her nub whilst hitting a spot inside her, burning her in such a way, which she instantly recognised to be a feeling of an impending orgasm. This time, something was different, the pounding sound was not only in her ears, she could feel it between her legs, but most of all, it was in her heart. What had started as a thrum, had turned into a pounding and was beginning to feel uncomfortable, yet the rest of her body was experiencing inexplicable pleasure. Sansa's heart was beating so hard it was now hurting, and if something didn't stop it soon, her entire body would explode. She glanced around and saw Dark Sister in its scabbard. Sansa sensed it telling her what needed to be done, so she pulled at the hilt and the sword slid out of its sheathe, the dull grey metal blade almost shining under the bright sky.

Jon stopped moving. "Sansa, what are you doing?" he looked at her in fear.

"The paste, where is the paste?" she looked around frantically. Jon pulled it from the pocket in his breeches. "Put some onto the tip of the blade." she panted. "And don't stop fucking me." she commanded.

The sword must have spoken to Jon too, as he as he was told; he opened the pot and put a small amount of paste on the tip of Dark Sister's blade. She handed him the hilt of the sword. "Pierce my heart." she swallowed.

"I know what Bran said, but if I do this, I'll kill you." Jon frowned.

"No you won't. Trust in Bran's words. If you don't pierce my heart, then I will die. But don't stop loving me, I need you inside me while you do it. For me to live, we must stay joined together." Sansa took hold of the blade and placed the tip at her pounding heart, her eyesight began to blur and all she could hear was the pounding. "Do it!" she screamed. "I'm dying." she screamed, Jon pressed the sword down into her chest. As the cold Valyrian steel entered her heart, the relief was overwhelming, her vision came back and she could hear clearer than ever. Sansa looked down at her chest where the sword was sticking out, blood pouring out through the wound. She looked up at Jon and smiled. "You can take the sword out of my chest." she told him, but he seemed to already know. Jon pulled the sword from her chest and threw it to one side. Sansa let her legs drop from around Jon's neck and wrapped them around his backside instead, preventing him from slipping out. He bent down towards her chest and began to lick the blood from her breast. Soon the blood had disappear, as had the wound. All of this time, his cock was still inside her, still as hard as ever.

Once Jon had finished cleaning up the blood, he kissed her, allowing her to lick the blood from his lips and tongue. Instead of the expected metallic taste, it was like eating the sweetest lemon cake. As soon as the kiss intensified, Jon began to pound harder, his release was getting closer. However Sansa felt a surge of power rushing through her body, forcing her to thrust her hips against Jon's. Sansa's hands grasped onto Jon's neck, her feet flat to the floor. She pushed up with the right arm and foot, forcing them to role over, so that Jon was on his back. Somehow he knew what she wanted; he sat up and thumbed her nub. The moment he touched her, she felt herself falling over the edge. Her orgasm coming hard and powerful, just as it had earlier when he'd given her the Lords kiss.

"Gods... Jon..." she cried as her entire body pulsated hard, her sweating body so hot, it felt like she was burning in a sea of dragonfire. "I love you." for some reason, she felt she needed to tell him as she felt her own fluids release, covering Jon in her wetness.

"Fuck Sansa... gods I fucking love you too." Jon cried just before he found his own release. His mouth opening with ecstasy, his forehead crumpled as the force of his peak hit him. She felt his cock pulsating inside her, as his seed filled her belly. Before she had time to finish coming down, everything went dark for a moment.

Sansa's body felt floppy as she came to; her head was resting on Jon's chest, which was oddly covered in material. She opened her eyes and saw that they were in a bed. Then she realised they were in the King's Bedding Chamber, and three people had been witnessing their union. She raised her head and looked at Jon, who tried to suppress as smile.

The voile was pulled back to allow the three onlookers to see them still joined together. Sansa kept her hands around her shift, folding it up, just enough for them to see what needed to be seen without revealing her own intimate parts. Jon wasn't particularly bashful, he'd been used to dressing and undressing in front of others when he was part of the watch. Tyrion, Margaery and Lady Dustin approached, Sansa held her shift and lifted herself from Jon's member, which unceremoniously dropped out of her and lay half hard against his stomach. His seed ran down Sansa's thigh, the proof of their coupling.

"Is there anything else you need for proof?" Sansa asked.

"No my dear, I think we've seen and most certainly heard enough." Lady Dustin looked stern. Margaery looked embarrassed, turning away from the sight of Jon's exposed manhood. Tyrion looked from Jon to Sansa and back to Jon, his face clearly shocked at whatever display they'd put on for them. Sansa lay back down on Jon's chest and he wrapped his arms around her while the two women made there way outside. Tyrion looked as if he were to say something, but Jon didn't give him the chance.

"Now fuck off, the lot of you. I want to spend the rest of the night, with my wife, so we can fuck like the wolves we are in private." he growled. Sansa noticed his eyes were angry, they seemed to have changed from dark grey to dark purple or maybe it was dark blue, Sansa couldn't be sure. Clearly Tyrion spotted the change in Jon's demeanour, maybe even his eye colour and looked at him in terror in terror. "And just because I'm a wolf doesn't mean I'm not a dragon. Tell your Queen, dragons don't ride me, only my wife has that luxury, and Sansa will be my one and only wife. On the other hand, I can ride all three of her dragons. And if I want, I can call them to me whenever I like. Now fuck off back to Dragonstone Lord Tyrion. I never want to see your face here again."

Jon closed the voile and stroked Sansa's hair. She leaned down and kissed him, noticing something shining brightly in the corner of her eye. She sat up and picked up Dark Sister and frowned before glancing up at Jon who also looked confused. Valyrian steel was a dull grey in colour, but now the sword was a shining white colour. Sansa touched the steel, but squealed with pain.

"What's wrong?" Jon asked as Sansa looked at the sword in shock.

"It's burning hot." she looked at the fingers where she'd touched the blade, where indeed they were bright red.

"Are you alright?" Jon asked, his face full of concern.

Sansa nodded and smiled, pulling her shift off and shuffling down the bed. "I don't know about you, but I'm ready for you again." she smiled, taking Jon's half hard cock and pumping it with her hand, hardening it. "I think my hand is fine."

"You minx." Jon's eyes lit up.

Sansa smirked. "I haven't even started." she licked Jon's cock, taking in its slightly salty taste. "Mmm, you taste good." she whispered as Jon simply stared at her. Sansa smiled, placed her lips around him and took him all the way into her mouth.

"Gods Sansa." Jon moaned, running his hands through her hair, his eyes closing as she pleasured him with her mouth. "What did I do to deserve a woman like you?"