Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen was, for once in his entire life, laughing without any worries in the back of his mind.
It felt... intoxicating. To just laugh and jape, with no worries about propriety or gossip. I should thank my aunt, this is brilliant.
The kids were laughing around poking each other with sticks, and Jae felt a stupid smile setting on his face watching them. Then he scowled at the thought. What are you, a big softie? Watching kids play and smiling like a jester, not very warrior like of you.
But it was fun. Despite his reservations, Wintertown was very, very fun. Of course, Jae misliked the townsfolk. They were a dumb, superstitious bunch who simply gawked at him whenever he came. Verily unlike how they'd talk normally and respectfully with Lord Eddard, they'd simply watch Jae with wide eyes, as if he would burst into flames any moment.
The kids were different, though. Of course, they gawked at him too at first, especially at the shining and famed Ser Barristan beside him. But soon enough, he became their regular guest to their playing, often becoming the referee in their stick fighting matches.
Jae liked them. They were not afraid of him, they had fun around him, and he envied the simplicity of their life. Even as a child, he himself had had to be mindful of propriety and manners. It intensified even more when his aunt Ashara took over his political training. She'd taught him to be mindful of his every word, to have a compliment or a veiled insult ready at hand no matter what.
He misliked it. And so, he took solace in the simple joy of the kids of Wintertown playing.
"My prince, we must return." Ser Barristan's firm voice rumbled beside Jae. "The sun sets."
He scowled internally at the Kingsguard. This old geezer and Maester Luwin will be the death of me.
"Very well, we shall return." Jae raised his hand. "Ghost, to me."
His wolf shuffled back to his side, and he could feel the surprise radiating off the old kingsguard. Jae almost never returned back to the castle when Barristan said it was time. He refused to obey the kingsguard on principle, Jae hated him. But today, he'd decided to.
The reason was simple, really. His aunt had requested Jae to come in early today. Now, Jae was a prince and he made sure he never took orders from anyone but his father. Yet, he always listened to Ashara. Unlike everyone else, she didn't try to lord over him or impress authority over him. If his aunt asked for him, she probably had a good reason for it.
And besides, he smirked at the thought, it saves me the effort of searching for her all over Winterfell. I really need plug my cock down auntie's throat again.
He said his goodbyes to the children, and made for his horse. Riding atop, he trotted his horse slowly up the road to Winterfell, Ser Barristan silent beside him.
As he entered the gates of the castle, he caught Jeyne Poole's eye. The girl blushed and tried to hold his eyes, but Jae brushed past her swiftly. He'd once bedded her, out of frustration as his aunt was away negotiating some tax with his uncle and the lords. The experience taught him just how much of a unique and a godsend gift Ashara Dayne was.
Unlike his aunt, Jeyne could barely take his cock, both in the mouth and cunt. And she'd nearly cried when Jae had slipped his tongue and called her some... names. After that he'd felt really shamed, so he'd simply made her cum with his mouth and sent her off with empty promises of another fuck.
That experience made him scowl. The woman he'd marry probably wouldn't let him call her a whore or a slut like he could with his aunt. She'd also probably not be able to take a pounding just as good as Ashara did, and even if she could, she'd probably not enjoy it. Half of the pleasure Jae had was from watching Ashara furiously cum on his dick.
In a way, his aunt had spoiled him for other women.
But well, those were concerns for a later time. Right now, Jae was ready to ram his cock down his aunt's throat and pound her thick arse into a gaping mess.
"Where do you think to go, my prince?" Ser Barristan inquired of him.
Jae grinned. "Why, I am off to fuck my dearest aunt. I am hard, and the day has been long."
He took great pleasure in seeing the old geezer stiffen up. Ser Barristan disapproved of him fucking the Lady of Winterfell. But the man was a Kingsguard, sworn to take the secrets of the royal family to the grave. He could do nothing.
The bastard did tell Rhaegar of it though. When he had returned to King's Landing for a moon, Jae's father had summoned him with a raised eyebrow alongside Queen Elia, but it had earned him no scolding, only a slight warning to remain careful. If anything, it made Queen Elia more warmer to Jae. The Dornish Queen used to treat him with cold indifference, but she significantly thawed upon learning her closest friend had taken Jae as a lover.
He'd only learned afterwards from Ashara that Ser Barristan had secretly desired her. Jae had been delighted to hear that, and he'd made sure next time the guard could hear Ashara's moans and shrieks while Jae fucked her senseless.
As he made his way to his aunt's chambers, Jae hummed to some song he'd heard. On reaching the door, he glanced dismissively at Selmy. "Guard the door, let no one inside. Don't get hard when you hear Lady Ashara moaning."
The fool spluttered in outrage, but Jae was already heading inside. He didn't bother knocking, his aunt would not mind.
He found Lady Ashara at study table, intently poring over some letter. His aunt looked lovely as ever, her purple Dornish dress hiding naught of her volutpuous form. Ghost went to nuzzle at her legs. The direwolf was very fond of the Lady of Winterfell.
His aunt did not look up from the letter. "Sit, Jaehaerys."
Jae huffed. "I'm hard. Suck me off."
His aunt arched a sculpted eyebrow at him. "I am flattered, but that can wait. Believe me when I say you'll want to hear this first."
He frowned, but sat down. "What is it?"
"Loras Tyrell has written to you."
Jae nearly fell off his chair. "What?"
The Knight of Flowers and him did not get along. Their feud began with the suspicion of the Tyrells that he'd try to usurp Aegon's throne, who was betrothed to Margaery. It was a cold war in all but name. Loras Tyrell and him had clashed heads plenty of times whenever Jae went to King's Landing.
Ashara gestured at a sealed envelope. "I have not opened it, it is addressed to you. Olenna Tyrell has also written me a letter."
Jae stared at his aunt. "The fucking Queen of Thorns herself? What says the old hag?"
Ashara gave a languid shrug. "Sweet words of alliance and peace. It appears the Tyrells want a peace with us safeguarded."
"Eh?"
She leaned forward, and Jae decided he preferred staring at the generous display of her bust. "Well, we can make this into a nice exercise for your thinking, nephew dearest. Why don't you take a guess?"
He scowled. Jae wanted to get this over quick, so he could get to fucking his aunt. It did not help that his mind was currently replaying all the memories of Ashara on her knees, her lovely face covered in his cum. But he knew his aunt, and she was now in the mood for mentorship. Nothing was going to dissuade her from it now.
He decided to take his chance. "Well... the Tyrells have finally figured out I have no interest in the throne and have offered to make peace?"
She snorted. "Not even close."
Gods above, he hated politics. He had no interest in taking the throne, he loved his brother too much for that. Besides, Jae doubted he could rule even a homestead. The Seven Kingdoms would burn if he ever ascended the throne. His skill lay in something far more simpler : fighting and killing.
Jae thought furiously. "Ah yes! Loras has finally realised he is no match for me, and has convinced his family for a truce."
His aunt's lips twitched into a smirk, her violet eyes teasing. "Even you must know better than to have so much faith in yourself. You are hardly that formidable, nephew."
He grinned. "Bit rich coming from someone begging to drink my cum like a common Flea Bottom slut, nigh a day past."
Not missing a beat, Ashara smiled back. "Its richer coming from a poor little prince who had to fuck his frustrations out on his aunt because his big, scary uncle wouldn't let him hunt."
"You loved taking it, whore."
She grinned at him. "That I did. But I digress." Her voice lost its playfulness. "Your efforts are much disappointing, nephew dearest. I would think the hours I poured educating you would yield better returns."
Gods, did he hate that tone. When Ashara spoke to him thus, it was as if she was neither angry nor annoyed, simply... disappointed. It made him feel worthless, and the tone almost made his cock wilt. Almost. But well, when one has Ashara fucking Dayne in front of them, cock-wilting is indeed a hard task.
"Well," Jae scratched his head, "maybe they wish to take some precautionary measure against me? Some way to ensure I am incapable of ever claiming the throne?"
His aunt gave him a nod of encouragement. "Close, but still incorrect. The Tyrells would be fools to harm you. All of the North stands with you, and by extension, so does Robert Baratheon and the stormlands. The Storm Lord's wife is Catelyn Tully, so if he sides with you, so will the riverlands. "
Well, fuck. Now he really was at his wits' end. But he had tried enough, hadn't he? "Why don't you just tell me what Lady Olenna wrote, aunt dearest? This farce has gone on long enough."
Ashara rolled her eyes. Gods above, that makes her look so fuckable. "This farce will one day come to save your life, Jaehaerys. Learn to think." Her eyes twinkled with mock playfulness again. "You learnt the art of fucking from me quick enough. What stops you from this, beloved nephew?"
Jae smiled. "Well, I got to use the Lady of Winterfell, my uncle's wife, and Westeros' most beautiful and desired woman as mine own cumdump. I'm sure that helped for motivation."
His aunt pretended to swoon like one of those maidens from the south. "Oh my, you flatter me! I had not known our gracious prince to be so utterly kind and charming."
"Just as I had not expected my aunt to be the cheating slut that she is. You'd make even the Dornish blush, Ashara."
"I'll take that as a compliment." His aunt responded dryly.
Jae got up from his chair, making way to his aunt. "Thats interesting and all, but its a matter for tomorrow. Now," he yanked his cock from his breeches in front of Ashara's face, "suck."
The Lady of Winterfell smirked at him, her violet eyes twinkling. "Do you even think of aught else other than fighting and fucking?" Her voice was playful, and her hand came to stroke the length of his cock.
Jae grinned. "Yes, I think of you."
That made her laugh. "How romantic." Her hand moved up and down, expertly caressing his length, getting him hard in no time. "I might think you to be Ser Barristan, to speak of me with such love."
Jae snorted, exulting in the handjob. "I can bet my arm and cock to the gods that old creep gets hard whenever he hears us fuck. One can hardly fault him, you moan like a proper slut."
Ashara batted her eyes exaggeratingly as she stroked his cock. "Those foul words hurt my heart and pride. Surely you must not speak of your aunt so."
"Oh shut up, whore."
Ashara rose from her chair gracefully, and Jae might've thought her to be the Queen. His aunt's famed violet eyes twinkled playfully, her wide hips swaying as she strutted up to him. Jae stared holes into the generous display of her full breasts from the rather low cut dress.
She knelt in front of him, taking his cock to hand again. "What do you want auntie to do, Jaehaerys? Take your cock to the root, squeezing every drop out of you?" She smirked at him, reaching out to cup his balls. "Or you can put it between my breasts. You ogle them hard enough every day."
He bucked his hips into her hand. "Or I can shove my cock down your throat and make you gag and choke on it until all you can think of is me and my cock."
Her violet eyes twinkled, almost in challenge. "Well," she leaned forward and licked his cock again, "I am your whore to use."
Jae grinned and grabbed a handful of her hair, and he shoved his cock right past her full lips into her mouth, feeling her gag around his cock.
Gods, it was shaping up to be a great night.
Over the five and ten years he'd spent living, Jaehaerys had tired of many things.
He had once found his father's ramblings on prophecy enlightening. He was tired of it now. He'd tired of listening to Queen Mother Rhaella's endless dronings about propriety. He'd tired of Maester Luwin's boring prattle, the man had the audacity to call those 'lessons'. He'd tired of Jaime Lannister and his endless snark. He'd tired of King's Landing and its stupid schemes and plots.
There was one thing he would never tire of though, and that was pounding the everloving stars out of Ashara Dayne's arse.
Jae grunted as he rammed into his aunt, her arsehole clenching wonderfully around his length. Grabbing her shoulders, he leaned forward and proceeded to give a series of hard thrusts to her. Ashara shrieked into the pillows, cumming for yet another time. As he plowed her from behind, Jae watched his aunt tremble and moan as she came. He had lost count of the number of times she had cummed on his cock this night.
"You fucking BITCH," Jae smacked her round arse, "cumming mindlessly from your nephew's cock up your arse." Her walls were tight around him, and it was pure heaven to just crash into those pillowy cheeks. "Take that cock, slut!"
They'd been fucking for nigh on the entire evening. Jae had been having the time of his life facefucking Ashara's face into a mess of spittle and cum, and after that his aunt had all but thrown him on the bed and proceeded to give him the ride of his life. While fucking his aunt like a piece of fuckmeat was Jae's favourite, Ashara damn near made him reconsider that. Full breasts bouncing while she bucked her hips expertly, now that had been a heavenly sight.
He'd eventually thrown her off and pinned her back to the bed, before proceeding to fuck her like he owned her cunt. Which, of course, he did. She may have been Uncle Ned's wife, but she was his aunt, his mentor, his lover.
Once Jae had fucked her hard enough to send her eyes rolling to the back of her head in yet another orgasm, he'd wanted to pound her arse next. His aunt wasted no time, flipping over and instructing him where to find the oil.
Gods, did he love his aunt. Not only did she have a voluptuous body built for getting pounded, she also let him do pretty much whatever he wanted to her. There was little she denied him, atleast in matters of sex.
To accentuate his love for her, Jae gave Ashara's arse another hard smack as he fucked her into the bed. She took his harsh thrusts like no woman's business, throwing her own hips back to meet him. Jae growled in appreciation, and pressed her face into the pillows as he gave another slew of eye-rolling, gut-rearranging thrusts. Gods, her hole was so tight it was surreal.
Jae pulled out his hips, raised them high, and let gravity do the rest as he crashed into Ashara's hole with a resounding clap. His aunt's muffled scream of pleasure in response was music to him, as was the wet feel of her arousal squirting out. He repeated the action again, again, again and again as he rammed Ashara Dayne into a moaning and sobbing mess.
I think I prefer auntie dearest like this. Much as her lectures are entertaining, this is far better.
Jae leaned back and gripped her wide hips, watching as his pelvis crashed into her jiggling arse. He reached out and gave a hard smack to her arse, reddening it. "What a whore you are, auntie!" His hand went outwards and grabbed her raven hair into a knot, yanking it back. "What would Uncle Ned think, if he were to watch his precious wife like this?"
Ashara could only moan in response, her eyes near the back of her head from the pounding she was taking. "Urhh urgh urgh urghhhh fuck fuck Jaehaerys FUCK!"
But when all was said and done, this was his aunt he was fucking. Jae should not have expected her to be cowed so easily.
Throwing her hair back, Ashara turned her haid to look at him, her gaze intense, burning with lust. "Harder."
He slammed into her, sending his aunt reeling. Yet she remained defiant, expecting more, asking more, begging for more. And well, who was he to deny her?
"You love calling me... fuck! ... a whore, hmm?" His aunt yelped and moaned between her words, yet her voice was no less sultry than expected. "Fuck me like one. Make me your whore. Your Dornish whore."
She really is perfect. Jae slapped her arse and leaned over to make his own promise. "I will fuck you until the only thing you can think of is my cock, auntie."
Evening transitioned to night, and Jae took Ashara in nigh on every way possible. He had her on her back, legs pressed to either side of her head as he fucked her arse. He took her standing, pinned against the wall, and again bent over the table. She was his aunt and teacher, and Jae could hardly ignore her orders. So he threw her around as he pleased, fucking her like the whore she wanted to be.
And true to his word, he fucked her arse until his cock was the only thing on Ashara's mind.
It ended as it began, with the Lady of Winterfell on her hands and knees while Jae slammed into her with reckless abandon. His balls were boiling with need, and much like his aunt, the only thing analogously in Jae's mind was to bury his seed deep inside Ashara's wrecked hole.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck Ashara I'm cumming!" He growled out. His aunt moaned in response, and that was all the confirmation he needed to dump his cum balls deep inside Ashara's hole.
"Fuck yes, TAKE IT ALL, TAKE IT ALL YOU FUCKING SLUT!" Jae managed to howl out as he slammed into his aunt once, then again and again as his cock pulsed deep inside her arse. His cum spurted once, twice, thrice and on and on and Jae nearly sobbed from the pleasure that overwhelmed him. Ashara moaned weakly as he pulled out and slammed back for the final time, making sure the last dregs of his cum were buried deep.
Oh... my... lords above, that was amazing.
Jae gingerly withdrew his cock, panting like a horse who'd run through Dorne's desert with no water. Gods, the sheer relief he felt from emptying his balls was amazing.
It took him several moments to regain his breath, before he managed to admire his handiwork.
Ashara Dayne had been, quite literally, pounded silly. She was panting, her face taking refuge in the soft depths of the pillows, her arse facing upwards and sporting a massive, gaping crater of an arsehole. Jae smacked both pillowy cheeks of her arse hard for good measure, and watched in satisfaction as Ashara's arse pulsed and cum leaked out of the gaping hole as she moaned.
Would that he could burn the image into his head forever : the Lady of Winterfell fucked to exhaustion, cum oozing out of her wrecked and thoroughly destroyed hole.
After a few more minutes of admiring his work, Jae rose to pour himself some wine. It appeared his aunt was content to remain as she was, basking in the afterglow of getting her arsehole destroyed. Jae let her, he was kind of shocked and impressed she'd managed to take that.
Sitting himself in the chair, he unsealed the letter Loras had sent. His first urge was to skim over the letter, eager to find out its contents. But Ashara's training kicked in. "Read carefully, pay attention to each letter almost as if they are your beloved swords."
And so he did. Jae read, all the while exercising pretty much everything he'd learnt from his aunt. Minutes passed, and he'd become so engrossed he almost missed the sound of voices outside the door.
Almost. But he'd sent Ghost to guard outside beside Selmy, and a warning growl from the direwolf was enough to alert him. He walked and pressed his ear to the door.
"-to see my lady wife, good ser." It was Uncle Ned's voice.
"I understand, Lord Stark, but the prince left clear orders not to be disturbed. He is discussing a highly important matter with his aunt." Ser Barristan's voice was formal, yet polite. "While I am sure he would appreciate having you there, I cannot let you in unless the prince explicitly tells me to."
"Then you can do me the courtesy of going inside to inform the prince of my presence, Ser."
Jae had to stifle a laugh. He could almost see Selmy's embarassment, of course the guard knew what had been happening inside the chambers. Ser Barristan also probably had no wish to see his once beloved Lady Ashara pounded into a cum-drunk mess.
Sighing, Jae went back to his aunt, still lying on the bed. He smacked her arse, sending another spurt of cum from her gaping hole and making her finally stir. "Get up, slut. Uncle Ned is here."
His aunt groaned as she turned, moving her messy hair from her face as she blinked at Jae. "Ned? Here?" She did not sound panicked, and neither was Jae. This was hardly new for them.
He nodded. "Aye, he's outside. Go to the baths and take the bedsheets with you, I'll tell him we were discussing the Tyrells and you went for a wash."
His aunt nodded, but then groaned as she tried to sit up. "Fucking hell, Jaehaerys, how am I supposed to walk?"
Jae grinned. "Shouldn't have been born with such a thick arse, then."
Ashara scowled at him as she reached out for his arms for support. "So funny, I could die laughing."
Slowly, using his hands as a crutch, his aunt limped to the private bathing chambers adjacent to the room. Jae yanked the bedsheets off the bed and gave it to his aunt, before slipping on his clothes quickly.
Going to the door, he found Ghost inside, wagging his tail and looking at him for a treat. Selmy managed to worm himself out of coming inside by sending Ghost, Jae thought smirking.
He kicked open the door leisurely. Outside, Eddard Stark was standing passively. The old geezer Selmy jumped in surprise before slinking off to the sides.
"Ah, nuncle," Jae said cheerfully, "just who I was hoping for." That was true, technically. While Jae would've wanted more time to read the letter, his uncle's arrival was actually a boon. Lord Eddard Stark might've been a little naive, but he was no fool, and excelled at seeing right through all of the South's bullshit. His advice would be invaluable.
That he had fucked his wife's arse into a gaping mess was a small external factor Jae chose to ignore.
His uncle smiled at him. "Jaehaerys. Ser Barristan was telling me that Ashara and you were discussing something important. Perhaps you can tell me of it?"
"Of course." Jae moved sideways to let Uncle Ned inside, and closed the door (he managed to wink at Barristan before that). "Aunt Ash and I spent nearly all evening discussing it. She's gone to bathe now, but she bade me to wait."
His uncle frowned. "Is it concerning the south?"
Jae nodded. "Aye. Its, uh, a bit confusing."
He gave Eddard the letter from Loras, and told him all of his conversation with Ashara, including his own attempted hypotheses and guesses.
His uncle laughed at that. "Ashara really is an effective teacher. I recall Maester Luwin complaining day after day that you neither thought nor tried to think. And now I find you making guesses and reading. Heavens."
Jae grinned. "What can I say, auntie really is persistent." It was true to an extent, Ashara was leagues ahead of the ageing prattler Luwin in terms of teaching. Her lessons were interesting, and well, she gave good rewards whenever Jae managed to excel.
His uncle's smile slowly disappeared and a frown appeared in its stead as he pored over the letter. "Did you and Loras Tyrell... make amends?"
He snorted. "No. When I left to visit the Wall, I told him I'd try to find Dark Sister if only to shove it up his already loose arse."
His uncle gave him a begrudging look. "Heavens, you truly are Lyanna reincarnate. But regardless," he continued, "Ser Loras writes to you as if the both of you were acquaintances."
"Indeed." Loras' letter truly was confusing. He talked about the Reach and its weather (as if Jae cared), asked about Jaehaerys' wellbeing in the north, and invited him to a spar the next time he went to visit the Reach or King's Landing.
"Well, it appears the young man would make amends with you." Uncle Ned said with a raised eyebrow. "I cannot find aught amiss here. I would still tell you to be cautious, but you know that already, do you not?"
"There is plenty amiss here." His aunt's voice came as she walked into the room gingerly, limping. She'd garbed herself in a flowing new dark blue dress, as Jae had ripped off her previous one in his hurry to fuck.
Ned watched his wife, bemused. "Why do you limp, Ashara? Did you hurt yourself?"
His aunt smiled apologetically. "I tripped while getting off the horse in the morning. The leg has been slightly funny... I'll see Maester Luwin on the morrow of it persists." She turned to the table. "We have far more pressing matters now."
His uncle frowned. "Lady Olenna has sent you a letter."
"Indeed." His aunt plucked a letter from the desk and gave it Eddard. "It has sweet enough words, but its still concerning."
As his uncle read the letter, she pulled a chair and sat down. Ashara winced and shifted as she sat, and she managed to send a scathing glare at Jae. He grinned back and tilted his head. I'm not the once who asked to be fucked like a whore.
His grin vanished when he eventually read the letter though. He was positively scowling by the time his aunt finished explaining the implications. Jae decided he really, really disliked the Tyrells.
I wish I could just burn them all.