Fire and theft. Some dragon lore I have completely made up.
Oh yes, and a bit of smut to liven things up. ;)
Jon
The chambers of Winterfell disappeared, and Jon was back with Drogon. He was already flying over the sea, and despite Jon not being in charge of the body, he could feel the sensation of something or someone on his back, in fact there was more than one from what he could tell from the movement.
"Who is on your back?"
Mother and little man.
Tyrion, Jon thought. "Where are we going?"
To find food and burn bad men. The dragon seemed comfortable with that, which wasn't a surprise.
"Do you like burning bad men?"
If mother wants me to burn, I am happy to burn. If not I only burn to eat.
Over the course of his time with the dragons, Jon had come to realise that they were like children in their mentality. He felt a kinship with Rhaegal, yet it seemed Drogon had the lighter personality. Viserion was very grouchy, even the other two seemed to consider him broody. Jon was intrigued by the fact he was getting to know her dragons better than she ever could. He knew their favourite foods, where they liked to fly, who their favourite people were. It was simply strange having this connection with another creature. Of course the dragons weren't actually communicating using the common tongue, or any language. He was simply translating the internal thoughts which were probably in some dragon language, yet he never heard a noise. The knowledge simply appeared in his head. However Jon had questions.
"Why are you bigger?" Jon asked.
Because mother likes me better and I go home.
"Where is home?"
Valyria. It makes us grow. Only me go.
"Why?"
When we all grow up, we are not brothers anymore. We might fight properly. Big dragons fight to kill. Mother doesn't want three big dragons.
"Does she know you might change and fight each other?"
No, but she doesn't want them bigger than me.
"Are Rhaegal and Viserion still children?" this was new information.
Until they go to Valyria.
"Will you fight each other?"
We will if you or mother asks. We might fight for food, but not kill.
"Why me?" Jon asked.
You are Master of dragons.
"I need their help with bad men. Do you mind if they go to Valyria, to grow up?" he asked tentatively.
No, all dragons should go. We only fight if told.
"I'll come back soon. I want to see Rhaegal and Viserion." Jon told him.
Be back soon. I like you.
"Next moment he was in the head of Rhaegal. Do you want to go to Old Valyria?" Jon asked.
Mother doesn't want us to go. Doesn't want to be alone.
"She has Drogon, she won't be alone." Jon reminded them. "She isn't here. Do you want to go?"
All dragons want to go. We grow up in Valyria.
"Then I want you to go to Old Valyria." Jon said kindly. "I give you permission to go."
Thank you. You want best for me.
"Do I need to tell Viserion or can you?" he asked.
You must tell him.
"Stay there as long as you need. Can you fly to me? Would you be able to find me?" Jon asked.
Do you want to see Valyria? Your home too. You will know when I am there.
"Will your mother know where you are?" Jon wanted to know.
She will guess, but she won't know. You will feel it, you are my brother and the Master of the other dragons. Only I can find you.
"I will ask Viserion to follow." Jon said. "Eat now, go tomorrow. Find me when you are in Valyria."
Jon's mind was in Viserion. "Go with Rhaegal to Valyria."
I will like that...brother.
"After you are grown, follow Rhaegal to find me. I need you to fight bad people." Jon was soothing.
Good. Mother doesn't let us grow, I want to grow.
Jon would almost feel an itch inside Viserion, it was unlike Drogon or Rhaegal, as if there was something different about him.
You can ride me when I grow.
"I didn't think we could ride more than one dragon?" Jon was confused.
You are different. Master of dragons.
"I will see you in Valyria." Jon told him warmly.
Goodbye Master. In Valyria you will only see through Rhaegal. You can ride me, he is your dragon.
With that, Jon knew he was back in Winterfell. He opened his eyes to find Jaime Lannister asleep in his chair. Jon sat up, trying to get his bearings for a moment, disturbing the Kingslayer.
"You're back." Jaime frowned. "Have fun?"
"Being in the mind of a dragon is not fun." Jon frowned. "It is exhausting. They are basically children." he looked around the room. "Where's the Blackfish?"
"Taking a piss in the privy." Jaime told him. "Sansa is in the solar, do you want me to get her?"
Jon nodded. "I prefer talking to her about this stuff."
Jaime stood up. "Just because you are cousins, it doesn't make your situation any different to mine and Cersei's."
"We were raised apart." Jon defended himself.
Jaime walked over to the solar door. "Keep telling yourself that."
Moments later, Sansa ran into the room and Jaime made his way to the other chambers where he and the Blackfish were staying through the old servant's passage. She wrapped her arms around him, a hug which Jon was happy to return, except he also wanted a kiss.
"Come here." he wrestled his arms free, took her face in his hands and kissed her gently and lovingly, before pressing his head against hers.
"Thank the gods you are back. I was worried something might happen to you in his body." she whispered.
"He's flying over the sea right now. It will be another few hours before he gets close, I think. He's got both Daenerys and Tyrion on his back." he added.
"Are the other two on Dragonstone?" she asked.
"For now. I learned some very interesting information. Drogon has always been much bigger than the others, from what I understand, he is an adult dragon. The other two are still children, although they all hatched at the same time. They do not become adults until they go to old Valyria." he told her. "There must be some residual magic there which makes changes them."
"Is that what you've been doing? Sending them to Old Valyria?" Sansa asked.
Jon nodded. "Then they'll come north, to me. I can control them and they will fight Drogon if I ask." he sighed, he didn't want to make them fight one another. He felt a kinship towards all three, and although he knew they needed to kill Daenerys, he didn't want the dragons to die. He wanted them to lead a free life in Valyria, where they should be.
"Are you going to make them fight each other, once the war is over?" she asked.
"I want them to go home." Jon told her. "Westeros is no place for a dragon. They belong in old Valyria."
"They are not your dragons to save." Sansa looked at him lovingly. "They are her responsibility."
"They call me Master." Jon shook his head. "But they aren't slaves."
"You sound like her." Sansa frowned.
"What do you mean?" Jon was confused.
"Daenerys was always claiming to be freeing slaves, then she would use them for her own purposes." she lowered her eyes.
"I want to send them home. Once the war is over, then they can do what they want." he assured her.
"These are not tame animals." Sansa got up and walked over to the carafe of wine, then poured them a goblet each, passing one to Jon.
"I know that better than you. But Rhaegal, he feels...he feels like he's part of me. He can sense me, it has become a two way thing." Jon looked longingly at Sansa, before pulling her onto his lap and kissing her on the nose, his fingers tracing her jawline. He feel of her body pressed against him awoke his cock. Jon growled softly at her.
"I hope he doesn't sense you when you're with me." Sansa raised an eyebrow.
"I will be able to keep him out, I'm sure." Jon's glanced down at her lips and made his way to kiss her just as the Blackfish walked in.
"Am I interrupting?" he asked as they pulled away.
"Aye, you will be in two minutes." Jon looked at him threateningly.
"Ah, young love. Such a beautiful thing." the Blackfish smirked.
"There's wine and ale in your quarters uncle." Sansa added.
"I know where I'm not wanted." The Blackfish lifted his hands and left. Sansa turned to Jon and blushed.
"You didn't have to be so obvious." she complained.
"I was being polite." he put her cup on the table next to the bed, "Unless my wife does not want me to please her." he began to kiss her neck, which smelled clean and like vanilla.
"Always." she whispered.
"I won't be able to last long." Jon's breeches were tightening, almost painful at the thought of being between her legs. His hand slid up her skirts, ghosting the silk of her stockings on her long legs, and making his way to the apex of her thighs. "I don't think we have time to undress."
"I don't care." Sansa's breath hitched as he pushed her smallclothes to one side, his hand finding her warm wet cunny already eagerly waiting for him. Simultaneously, she unlaced his breeches and began to stroke his cock, giving him some relief, although in truth it might be making his situation worse.
"I love you." he whispered, his lips finding hers before he gave her the chance to answer with words. However, the passion in her kiss was enough to tell him she felt the same.
Jon pulled away, desperate to have his mouth upon her. Just the thought of tasting her again went straight to his groin, he knew from his reaction alone that he'd never be able to get enough of her. He kissed her jaw and neck once more. Jon shuffled down her body, where her legs hung over the edge of the bed and lifted her dress enough for him to climb under and see what he was doing, not that he needed his eyes. He reached her smallclothes he licked the crease of her thigh on one leg, and just as he was about to reach her core he switched over to the other. Jon pulled down her smallclothes, with a bit of help from Sansa, he then spread her legs further apart to give him better access to her cunny. He pulled her folds apart and licked up the inside of her slit.
"Jon!" Sansa cried, pulling the leather tie from his hair and fingering his curls loose, just as she liked them and she began running her fingers through his hair. Looking up he could see her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Fully concentrating on making his wife peak, Jon alternated between tongue fucking her and sucking on her nub. Sansa's cries became louder and he could feel her fingers dig into his scalp. Jon inserted two fingers inside of her and initially began to pump slowly, increasing the speed as she became accustomed to them being inside of her. Sansa was close and Jon could tell, so he inserted a third finger and furiously attacked her nub with his mouth. He curled his fingers forward, finding the spot she liked and waited with anticipation for her reaction.
Jon didn't need to wait long, for this was all it needed for Sansa to peak. "Oh my god...Jon!" she cried as she arched her back as wave after wave of intense orgasm crashing around her, her hot insides pulsating around Jon's fingers as he slowed down his actions, allowing her to ride out her powerful orgasm. Removing his fingers, Jon kissed his way back up Sansa's body and reached her mouth.
His lips crashed down on hers as Jon pushed himself inside her. "Gods you're tight and wet." he growled as he began to gently thrust. He stroked his fingers down the side of her body until he found her thigh which he pulled around his waist for better access and so he could penetrate deeper. Their hips worked perfectly in unison together, both of them moaning and panting as they began to move faster, desperate for a release only the other could bring. Jon knowing he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, moved his hand down their bodies and massaged Sansa's nub. Her panting became more fervent and ragged as did his. He could sense she was about to peak again, and if she did, she would take him with her.
Moments later, she came hard, it was enough to make her back to arch and for her to pulsate all around his cock, pushing him to come with her. He felt his balls tighten and the wonderful release as his own pleasure engulfed him. Sansa cried out his name as her face scrunched up in exquisite agony. He felt Sansa's nails scraping down his tunic covered back with such force, he suspected if he'd been bare, there would have been blood all over his back, but he didn't care, it would have been worth any scars.
"Sansa." he whispered, before he collapsed on top of her, breathless and sated, for now. After a few moments he rolled off her and onto his back, where she immediately got up. "What's wrong?" he frowned.
"My dress." she said as she picked up a rag, wet and rung it out into the bowl on the table near the hearth and wiped it between her legs.
"I don't have an infinite amount of dresses." she blushed.
"I prefer you with none. But it is a bit cold for that." he japed as Sansa threw the rag at him.
"Clean yourself, Jaime and my uncle will be back soon." she warned. "You don't want to be covered in..."
Jon smirked. "Go on, say it. I like it when you talk like that."
"Oh, so you want me to talk like a whore?" Sansa looked shocked.
"You'd never be able to talk like a whore." Jon wasn't sure whether he was complimenting her or challenging her. "But if you ever did...it would just be us two, and I might like it." he cleaned his cock with the rag as Sansa approached.
"Really?" her eyes widened, as he pulled his breeches up and laced them.
Jon nodded. "Really." he admitted as she stood between his legs.
"You want me to tell you how much I want you to fuck me from behind like a wolf?" she asked, her face straight, as if she were asking about bushels of grain. The words and the sincerity in her voice, combined with the mental images flashing through his head, made his cock begin to stir once more.
"Continue like that and you'll need to be using this rag again." he warned and Sansa laughed.
"Tell me what happened." she changed the subject. "What is she up to?"
"Daenerys is on her way to the Reach." Jon told her. "I promised Drogon I wouldn't be long. He's been flying a couple of hours, although I doubt they'll be there yet."
"Have some food and then go back to him. You need sustenance." she insisted. Jon nodded, knowing she was right. "I'll get some stew and bread." she told him and made her way to the solar.
By the time she was back, Jon had fallen asleep, the combination of sex and going into the mind of a dragon was exhausting, especially when hungry. He woke to the smell of food and the sound of eating. He looked up blurry eyed to find Sansa, Jaime and the Blackfish all eating, albeit Sansa was far more delicate than the other two.
"Stew is still hot." Sansa told him as he sat up and yawned.
"I need the privy first." he said, making his way to the small room and made water before joining the three of them, who had now taken to talking amongst themselves, now that he was awake.
"Your grace." Jaime greeted him.
"Your grace." The Blackfish's greeting was slightly gruff.
"Lord Jaime, Blackfish." he turned to Sansa. "Your grace." he kissed her on the cheek and sat down.
"Your grace." she replied and returned to eating.
"What have I missed?" Jon asked.
"Well, the wedding preparations between Margaery and Dickon are going well. Lady Olenna is going to try to make it, but I have a feeling Lord Tarly might have problems if he is spying for Cersei." She took a deep breath. "I hope he doesn't get caught up in dragonfire." her face dropped.
"You think there's a chance he could?" Jon was suddenly worried.
"She's not known for being benevolent with those who do not kneel." Sansa said, handing Jon a raven. "Some good news I think. It came a few minutes ago from Torrhen's Square."
Jon opened the scroll and immediately recognised the handwriting of his best friend.
Jon
I won't be long. Gilly and I managed to sail straight up from Oldtown along the West Coast. Not many ships past Lannisport. Arrived in Torrhen's Square, we'll be there in a sennight. Hold the wedding for me.
Sam
Jon smiled. "Looks like Sam will be here soon."
Blackfish and Jaime looked at each other blankly. Sansa rubbed Jon's shoulder. "I'm glad. I can't wait to meet the famous Samwell Tarly. Maybe Margaery might change her mind if he's as..." she started, but Jon burst out laughing, he knew it was a show, Sansa already knew Sam.
"Sam and Dickon are about as far removed from one another as you can get." he sighed, remembering their prior conversation. "I'm just worried I might be the one to tell Dickon he is Lord of Horn Hill."
"We don't know if she'll burn them." Sansa said, but he could tell from the look in her eyes she already knew the man was doomed.
"How long was I asleep?" Jon asked.
"About four hours." Jaime replied. "Watching you snore is exhausting. I fell asleep myself." he rubbed his neck with his good hand. "Awful neck ache sleeping in a chair." he rolled his head around and began to massage it.
"It's called the joys of getting old," the Blackfish laughed. "It'll get worse; next thing to go is your knees and then I've been told it's the hips. Not got that far yet."
"You are such a joyful man aren't you. Filling all of our futures with hope." Jaime said sarcastically.
"I should get back to Drogon." Jon said. "Let's find out what is happening in the Reach."
Jon quickly finished his stew in silence and returned to the bed, where he lay down and found to Drogon.
Beneath him, he saw land and men and smoke. He had no control over Drogon, although he suspected he could if he tried, for now he had to let Daenerys do the work. Hearing her control a dragon while riding it into battle might become useful. Therefore he became a quiet observer of what was going on.
Daenerys was burning men and wagons, which to Jon was the most stupid thing in the world to do, especially when winter had arrived. Had Tyrion not warned her how precious a resource food was in winter? Speaking of Tyrion, he wasn't on Drogon's back. Jon carefully glanced around using Drogon's eyes and spotted the small man watching on a rock from afar. It was this which caused Drogon to almost get caught up in a wave of arrows being shot at him. The dragon dodged most of them, although one hit his wing, but it didn't seem to cause the dragon any serious pain. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a strange looking machine, this was what he'd come to look for, the scorpion. Drogon and Daenerys had also spotted it so they landed nearby. They could see a man about to climb onto the machine, when Jon heard the word "Dracarys!" from his back. Drogon opened his mouth and fire spewed from it, burning the soldier and all of those nearby who were potentially going to shoot. The smell of charring flesh was delicious for the dragon, but to Jon it was a foul stench, he'd need a pail when he woke just in case he needed to vomit.
The Dothraki and Unsullied were killing the other soldiers, who Jon recognised from their sigils as Lannister and Tarly men. Drogon took to the skies once more, this time Jon could feel the energy draining a little from Drogon, the arrow must be causing him some pain. Suddenly, Jon felt drained, while Drogon seemed to pick himself up. That was when Jon felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if he were taking on Drogon's pain in his place. The wound wasn't dangerous, but it was uncomfortable.
Jon was now rendered a bystander to whatever was happening, whether he liked it or not. He couldn't even get out of the mind of Drogon, it was as if the dragon was using his energy to continue. This couldn't last long as there was no way Jon could give power to a dragon, he just hoped Drogon didn't suck out his life before he could return to Winterfell and Sansa.
Once the battle was over, Daenerys gathered up most of the enemy soldiers and stood in front of them. "Step forward, My Lord." Daenerys commanded a man whose eyes were familiar, even though he'd never seen this man before. He immediately knew his identity. Randyll Tarly stood tall and held his chin in the air as he took several steps forwards. "You will not kneel?" Daenerys asked.
"I already have a queen." Lord Tarly said defiantly.
"My sister, she wasn't your queen until recently though. Once upon a time, house Tarly were Targaryen loyalists, now you have swapped sides, despite Lady Olenna staying neutral." Tyrion frowned.
"Queen Cersei promised to help me get my son back." Lord Tarly replied.
"So it appears your allegiances are somewhat... flexible, if we were to offer the same?" Tyrion suggested.
"How can I trust you? So far your alliances with the Ironborn and Dorne have failed. Have you taken steps to retrieve Yara Greyjoy from the clutches of her uncle? What about Ellaria Sand?" he looked to both Tyrion and Daenerys, who stayed silent. "I thought not!"
"There are no easy choices in war." Daenerys finally spoke. "Sometimes we have to wait until..."
"You are right, there are no easy choices in war." Lord Tarly agreed. "Say what you will about your sister, she was born in Westeros, has lived here all her life. You, on the other hand, murdered your own father and chose to support a foreign invader. One with no ties to this land, an army of savages at her back. The type of wars you fight are not our wars. You have no honour." he argued gruffly.
"You will not trade your honour for your life. I respect that." Daenerys said coolly.
Tyrion turned to Daenerys. "Perhaps he could take the black, Your Grace. Whatever else he is, he is a true soldier. He would be invaluable at the Wall."
"You cannot send me to the Wall. You are not my Queen." Randyll stated.
Daenerys gave a look towards her Dothraki escort. The Dothraki walked forward and collected Lord Tarly. Tyrion turned to whisper to Daenerys, which was loud enough for Jon and Drogon to hear. "Your Grace, I would urge you to reconsider. Nothing strips bold notions from a man's head like a few weeks in a dark cell."
"I meant what I said. I'm not here to put men in chains. If that becomes an option many will take it. I gave him a choice. He made it." Daenerys argued back.
"Your Grace, if you begin beheading entire families..." Tyrion warned.
"I'm not beheading anyone." Daenerys stared at Tyrion coldly.
Jon saw Tyrion stop and look in his direction. He had never felt so powerless in his life. The anger from Daenerys radiated over the dragon, telling him to respond. Drogon let out a powerful roar, shook his head and flexed his wings.
"Your Grace..." Tyrion protested. Burning may have worked for Aegon the Conqueror, but times had changed, Daenerys would not inspire the love she desired if she went around burning people.
Daenerys nodded at her Dothraki escort, giving them the signal they were waiting for. The men grabbed Randyll Tarly and walked him over to where Drogon was standing.
"Lord Randyll Tarly, I, Daenerys of House Targaryen, First of my name, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons, sentence you to die." Daenerys paused for a moment. "Dracarys."