"Congratulations, you two," Jon smiled as he looked down at his new niece, Lyarra.
"Thank you," Alys replied tiredly. Lyarra started crying just then, and she sighed, picking her up and saying, "You're a ravenous little thing, my dove. Come, I think I have a little more left in me."
She carried the newborn away, intent on feeding her in private, and left Jon and the others with Robb, who was bouncing his son Eddard on his knee.
"Two in as many years," Catelyn cooed, making funny faces down at her cackling grandson.
"Less actually," Theon chuckled. "Ten months and three weeks between them."
"We got a little carried away," Robb muttered, looking sheepish.
"Try and take it a little easier after this one," Ned suggested lightly. "That wife of yours has good hips for birthing babes, but…"
He trailed off, his eyes flickering over to Jon, who finished for him, saying, "It's always a risk."
All of them looked awkward at the reminder of Ygritte's death. It had been six months, and though Jon still carried the pain of her loss and that of their son, the acuteness of its sting had dulled slightly. The winter had been hard, though, for multiple reasons.
"There we go, you hungry little beast you," Alys cooed down at her daughter as she returned. "Gods, it's been a wet winter. I hope that doesn't have too much of an impact on our crops this year."
"It shouldn't," Ned replied, happy for the change of subject. "Wet as it was, we've had much worse. There was one winter when I was boy, where I swear we rarely saw the sun. The soil was terribly muddy in its wake, and that year's yield was bad, but this one shouldn't be anything like that."
"Here's hoping," Alys shuddered.
"I've been repairing tools all week," Jon murmured. "I wish some of them had thought to bring them by while it was still cold."
"The price of being the local smith, son," Ned chuckled. "You've done exceedingly well in your trade, though."
"It's been good for me," Jon shrugged, "and in truth, I've enjoyed the extra work of late."
"Keeping busy is always a good thing," Ned posited.
"Idle hands are dangerous things to have," Catelyn added.
"Work can help keep one's mind off of things," Ned continued, "but one shouldn't get entirely lost in distraction either."
"Father…" Jon went to say, knowing where the man was going already.
"I understood your reluctance; truly, I did, but the winter has come and gone and you should be thinking about moving on," Ned interrupted him. "An old friend of mine, Howland Reed, is going to be visiting in the coming moons and bringing along his daughter, Meera. She is your age and unmarried."
"For the love of the gods," Jon muttered under his breath.
"Jon, I know you loved Ygritte, but stubbornly refusing to wed again will only invite danger into your home," Catelyn piped up, surprising him. "You were lucky to avoid the demons last year, and they never show themselves during the winter months, but the snows have melted and spring is upon us. You can't rely on luck forever."
Jon looked at her in shock. His relationship with his father's second wife had always been somewhat strained. She had never been outright cruel to him, but there had always been a pronounced divide between how she treated him and how she treated her own children. Her being this concerned was unusual, and it suggested that his father was even more worried than he was letting on. The man shared a look with Robb when she mentioned him avoiding the demons that she didn't notice, but he did. He had, after all, encountered one of them multiple times before winter came.
"You don't need to wed to stay safe from the succubi," Theon scoffed, earning glares from both Catelyn and Ned. "Any woman will do, and even then, it's not impossible to…"
"I'd rather you didn't finish that," Catelyn said, glaring venomously.
"That makes two of us, Theon," Alys added, and seeing his best friend's wife scowl tiredly at him quieted the boisterous man.
"You two seem exhausted, and I'd say you have enough on your plate as is without having to entertain all of us all afternoon," Jon asserted. "How's about we get out of your hair and come by again another day?"
"That might actually be for the best," Alys sighed, slumping down.
"I'll show everyone out and be back in a moment, love," Robb smiled down at her.
"Sorry if I pissed her off, mate," Theon mumbled to him as he put on his boots.
"It's fine," Robb yawned. "We just haven't slept well in a while."
"That part passes, as you recall," Catelyn smiled.
"Aye, I do," Robb replied, "and gods, I am looking forward to that again."
"She's adorable," Catelyn murmured as she hugged Robb. "Looks just like Arya did as a babe."
"She does," Ned smiled, giving him a one-armed hug. As he drew his son close, he whispered, "Say something to him, will you?"
"Take care," Robb replied, walking out with them and waving as he watched them leave. Once they were out of earshot, he turned to Jon and asked, You do know that they're not going to let up, right?"
"Aye," Jon muttered.
"Just hold strong," Theon advised. "Once they see that you've survived a while longer, they'll leave you be. Why chain yourself to one woman when you can enjoy as many as you've got coin for?"
"Do any of your whores care for you in the slightest bit?" Jon asked.
"I don't need them to care for more than my cock," Theon replied with a shrug. "Succubi are little different in that respect, you know, hungry and eager. They're more beautiful, of course, and tighter, but they're whores at the end of the day."
"Out of curiosity, what would you say differentiates them most from women?" Jon asked, wondering what exactly his brother's friend would say.
"Their horns," Theon replied, looking at him like he was dim. "Human women might seem like they come hell, but they don't actually have horns."
"Aye, right," Jon chuckled, amused not by Theon's joke but by the final confirmation he needed to know for sure that the arsehole had never bedded a succubus. No one who had could forget the second tongue; he knew that he wouldn't.
"Well, I need a pint, so I'll be off," Theon muttered. "Congrats again, Robb. Better you than me."
"Try not to end up in a ditch, Theon," Robb replied, shaking his head.
Once his friend was far enough away, he turned to Jon and asked, "So is this reluctance of yours still about Ygritte?"
"Why would you ask that?" Jon asked.
"Because there's a second option," Robb replied like it was obvious. "You seemed a lot better during the last months of autumn, and your mood worsened steadily over the winter. I know it wasn't the weather itself; you're better at handling the cold than any of us."
"Robb…" Jon went to say.
"It wouldn't work," Robb cut him off. "Please tell me you know that."
"I'm under no illusions about what it was," Jon replied through gritted teeth. "I don't even know she'll show up again this year."
"And that's why you don't want to try and find a wife," Robb hissed under his breath, "because she might."
Jon looked away at that and swallowed thickly, unable to deny his brother's words. Daenerys, gods, even her name haunted his dreams. He hadn't seen her since the snow started falling, and not a day had gone by where he didn't think of her. Her violet eyes and pouty lips haunted him, and memories of the nights they'd spent tangled in his sheets filled his dreams. He knew that they couldn't be together; he hadn't even spent a single morning with her in the moons they spent bedding each other, but he wanted her anyway.
"Look, I might have grown fond of her, but again, I know what I was to her and vice versa," Jon sighed.
"Your connection with her is weird," Robb muttered under his breath. "There have been a lot of stories of men's encounters with them through the ages, few of them pleasant, and none of them involved such repeated visitation."
Jon hated that his heart fluttered at his brother's words. That was part of what gave him the vain hope that his succubus lover might want more from him than the pleasure of his touch and his seed. She kept coming back multiple times a week for months. Theirs wasn't a particularly talkative relationship, and she refused to answer most questions he asked, but still, he fell asleep so many times with her wonderfully warm body in his arms, the scent of her intoxicating him utterly, and he did become smitten.
"Like I say, I probably won't see her again," Jon sighed. "I was a passing fascination for her, that was all. Good enough to leave alive, thank the gods, but not much beyond that."
"Will you keep an open mind about the Reed girl, then?" Robb asked. "Meera sounds lovely from what Father has said."
"Fine," Jon sighed.
He figured that it would take the Reeds some time to arrive at any rate, and if he hadn't seen Daenerys by then, then he would know for sure that she had moved on. If she had, well…"
"Robb, could I get a hand in here?" Alys called out.
"I'll leave you to it," Jon chuckled. "I have some things to take care of anyway."
"Today is a day of rest, Jon," Robb chided.
"As Father said, idle hands are not a good thing," Jon retorted. "Take care."
"You too," Robb sighed.
Jon made his way towards his home, breathing in the fresh, cool air as he went. Winter's chill was no longer in the air, but spring wasn't yet in full bloom. The short period between the heights of the two seasons was one of his favorites and managed to put a smile on his face. He unlocked his door and wandered inside, coming to a halt the moment he did. Seated on his table, naked as he'd ever seen her, was the woman whose face he'd had etched in his brain for months.
"Daenerys," he breathed, shutting the door behind him.
The winged creature didn't reply with words, rather leaping into the air and landing in his arms. He held her tightly and captured her lips with his own, pouring all of his pent-up passion into the embrace.
"Missed you…" Daenerys whimpered, breaking the kiss just long enough to get the words out, "so much."
"Missed you too," Jon whispered, kissing along her delicate jawline towards her ear, the lobe of which he nibbled on gently. "You could have stayed, you know."
"Couldn't," Daenerys whined, fumbling to get his tunic off. "Too cold."
He spun her around forcefully and peppered her neck with kisses, murmuring, "I'd have kept you warm."
"Fuck!" Daenerys cried as he stroked her heated folds and cupped one of her heavy, impossibly perky breasts.
As much as he felt comfortable around his succubus lover, he remained intimately aware that she wasn't human. He couldn't afford a moment of weakness around her and didn't have the luxury of letting down his guard in her presence. Luckily for him, he'd found that not only could he dominate the wild woman handily, but he really liked doing so.
"You forgot how this works," he rumbled, making her shudder. "I'll undress when I feel that you've earned the right to see my cock, and you'll cum so much harder if your my good girl."
"Ahh!" Daenerys cried, shaking with need.
Jon buried his face in her long silvery hair, inhaling deeply. She smelled so fucking good, better than any human woman could. He'd discovered in their time together that succubi bathed almost religiously, keeping themselves incredibly clean, and as a consequence, he'd found that Daenerys was utterly delicious. He continued kissing her neck and shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin eagerly, and trailed his way down along her spine.
Her wide hips were as alluring as he remembered, and he sank his fingers into her pliant flesh as he reached her large, round arse. Parting the jutting cheeks, he saw her hairless cunt leaking freely onto the ground, but it was not there that he started. Her rosebud was pulsing, winking at him, a consequence of her nether tongue wiggling about in her cunt like an eel, and he didn't hesitate for a moment to scrape his tongue across it.
"Jon!" Daenerys whimpered, digging her claws into the table as her whole body shivered in pleasure.
He'd discovered by accident both that she really, really liked having her arsehole tongued and that it didn't taste anything like what he would have expected while she was riding his face several moons again. She had been on the verge of orgasm when her hips bucked forward, and the second his tongue touched her tight ring, she came so hard her gushing cunt nearly drowned him.
"That feels so good," Daenerys moaned, nearly sobbing with pleasure already.
"Do you see what being good can get you?" Jon asked teasingly as he continued lower, licking the sensitive skin between her pristine holes and then sticking his tongue as far as he could go inside her cunt. Her nether tongue stretched out to meet him, sliding along his own invitingly. He grasped her thick thighs, holding her steady as their tongues danced inside his mouth and her cunt. When he sucked the sensitive appendage into his mouth, she shrieked in bliss.
"I'll be good, I'll be good," Daenerys babbled incoherently.
"Good is the last thing you've been, Daenerys," another, far colder female voice spoke, and the both of them froze.
Jon turned around and felt his blood run cold as he realized just who, or more accurately, what had interrupted them. A second succubus was standing in the room, having entered through his window and closed it behind her while the two of them were so distracted. She was naked, had the same silver-gold hair as Daenerys, and had a similarly heart-shaped face, but that was where the similarities ended.
Her horns, protruding from the same spot on her forehead, were longer and darker than Daenerys' own, curling upward towards the ceiling. She was a few inches taller than the other succubus with slightly larger, though no less perky, breasts and slightly more narrow hips. Her lips were slightly less full, though he wasn't sure if that was just because they were pulled back to bear her teeth. The most startling feature was her eyes, for though they weren't as exotic a color as Daenerys' purple orbs, they were two different colors. Sapphire blue and emerald green, they were both dark and intense, though part of that was likely the way that she was glaring.
"Sh...Shiera," Daenerys stammered, shaking in fear as she looked to the other women with wide, terrified eyes, "I can…"
"Be silent!" Shiera hissed, walking towards them. "I knew something was wrong before the winter. You were bringing home such quality seed and yet had no tales of masculine prowess? You spoke of being so disappointed, yet no human blood stained your claws. She did not notice, and you should be very thankful for that, but I am not blind."
"Listen, whatever your grievance with Daenerys, we can discuss this," Jon said, holding up his hands and trying to calm the clearly angry succubus.
"He speaks your name and would defend you from me?" Shiera asked. "You utter fool."
Without warning, she shoved Jon hard, sending him flying across the room, and grabbed Daenerys by her throat, pushing her down onto the table. Jon landed on the floor with a thud and grunted as Shiera hissed like an angry cat.
"You have a duty, little sister," the silver-haired woman snarled, "one you've been very lax in."
"I'm sorry," Daenerys choked, "but he's...not like the others."
"All the more reason that you should have done the right thing," Shiera growled.
"Let her go!" Jon roared, grabbing a knife and brandishing it threateningly. "You call her sister and treat her like this?"
"She is my sister, my youngest sister," Shiera replied, not at all threatened by him, "and she needed a lesson. We test these men for a reason, darling, and if they pass…"
"Test me," Jon breathed, under no illusion about being able to fight the clearly older succubus, much less get Daenerys out of her grasp without her being hurt.
"Jon, no!" Daenerys cried, struggling against Shiera, though to no effect.
Setting the knife down, Jon quickly undressed, his heart hammering in his chest as he realized that this was going to be a very different succubus encounter than he'd grown used to. To his relief, Shiera seemed to appreciate what she saw, and as he revealed more and more of his tall, muscular form, he saw something other than anger in her eyes. It was faint, but there was a flicker of desire there, and as he freed his cock and let it hang in the open, that flicker grew.
"Impressive, even if you don't grow much," Shiera commented, eyeing his flaccid cock with obvious interest.
"It does," Jon replied, "but it won't while you're choking her."
"You're as foolish as she is," Shiera sneered, "but you have intrigued me, human. You must be at least a little special to have so impressed Daenerys. She might be the youngest of us, but she's still a succubus."
She let the 'you'll find me harder to please,' go unspoken, but he was sure of it all the same. As he looked more closely at the older woman, who still didn't look a day older than he was, he spotted another difference between her and his Dany. She looked far stronger than Daenerys, with more toned arms and legs and a very flat belly. She was just as hairless as her sister, and Jon wondered if succubi just didn't grow body hair like humans did. It was something he'd thought to ask Daenerys before but consistently forgot.
"Sit down at watch quietly," Shiera ordered as she let Daenerys go. "If you stand up for a moment, I will tear out his still-beating heart."
"Please don't hurt him," Daenerys whimpered, taking her seat.
"He knows what he needs to do to avoid that, as do you," Shiera replied coldly.
She turned to Jon then, and her gaze grew more curious and appraising as she seemed to try to figure out just what about him had so captivated Daenerys. With his lover out of danger for the moment, he was able to relax, and as Shiera's eyes darkened with lust and her expression became charged with obvious desire, he felt his cock start to harden.
"Mmm, very nice," the succubus purred, and just like he'd experienced with Daenerys each time they'd coupled, her sweet, soothing voice made him feel more at ease. "You might be a sentimental fool, sweet sister, but I cannot deny that you have taste."
Jon held her heterochromatic gaze and tried his best not to show fear, though as she drew closer and he was able to take in more of her hypnotizing beauty and intoxicating scent, what fear he felt diminished rapidly. She pounced on him suddenly, forcing him back into the nearest chair and sank to her knees, wrapping a warm, soft hand around his cock. She held her forearm up against it, comparing the length and girth, and let out a low hum of approval.
"She'll like his size at least," the silver-haired beauty murmured.
"Who wi...oh fuck!" Jon cried as Shiera, without warning, took his cock between her full lips and swallowed the whole thing in one smooth motion.
From the first time he'd ever heard a man speak of having his cock sucked, Jon had understood it to be a submissive act on the part of the woman. Pleasuring a man without feeling any similar stimulation in the process was an act of subservience, and he'd never taken it for granted when Ygritte agreed to suck him off now and then.
There was nothing submissive or subservient about what Shiera was doing to him in that moment. She bobbed her head up and down on his shaft from his glans to the base rapidly, keeping one hand on him whenever she allowed a few inches of him to escape her mouth. Jon tried to grab her head, to hold onto something as he felt raw pleasure, so intense it took his breath away, rock his mind, but she slapped them away with her free hand and glared warningly at him. The wet warmth and mind-bending suction of her demonic mouth were better than he could have imagined, and her sinful tongue teased his length in ways that had him racing towards orgasm almost from the start.
He looked over at Daenerys as he gripped the chair he was on and found that her fearful whimpers had quieted. She didn't notice him looking at her, seemingly spellbound by the sight, as though she were an apprentice watching her master demonstrate true skill at her craft for the first time. Shiera growled around his cock, the sound sending tingly reverberations up his spine, and he looked back down at her. Her glare softened once his attention was back on her and he would have scoffed if he hadn't feared she might bite him.
"Fuck me, I'm lucky that Daenerys was the one who visited me all those months ago," he thought to himself. "If it had been Shiera or someone even worse, I wouldn't have stood a chance."
Satisfying Daenerys had been difficult but possible, and it had actually gotten easier over time as he grew more experienced. If the way Shiera was practically inhaling his cock was any indication of what sex with her was going to be like, he was going to find himself on the back foot from the start, and that wasn't at all where he wanted to be. If he was going to not only survive the night but also protect the younger succubus from her older sister, he was going to need to find a way to tame her.
The first time he'd slept with Daenerys, she had sucked his cock until he came, sensing that he was severely out of practice and being nice enough to give him an orgasm before she introduced him to madness-inducing wonders of succubus sex. Shiera was not so kind and let his cock slip from her mouth with an audible pop without warning. She slid up along his body, her hands trailing up along his muscular chest, and brought her face right up to his. When he went to kiss her instinctively, she laughed and pushed him back.
Holding him by the throat, she flew just slightly off the ground, her bat-like wings flapping sharply, and hovered right about his cock. Her long, dexterous nether tongue slithered out and wrapped around his turgid shaft, lifting it so she could line herself up before sinking down in one smooth motion.
"Fuck, you're big!" Shiera hissed as she took him to the hilt. "I can understand coming back to him, Daenerys, if he could stretch you out this well, but that's still no excuse for keeping him."
Jon went to say something to that when her hand squeezed around his throat warningly. The strong muscles of her sweltering cunt were even harsher with his cock, squeezing it hard, and he let out a strangled moan as he felt her massage him. She let go of his throat and pinned his hands to the armrests of the chair as she started to bounce on him.
"Fuck, she's strong," Jon thought to himself, gritting his teeth.
Succubi were all stronger than men; it was part of what made them so dangerous, along with their claws and tempers, but he had gotten so used to Daenerys' relatively gentle nature that he'd forgotten just how strong she was. Shiera was anything but gentle, and her dominating nature was starting to annoy him.
He was used to being on top in bed, even with his succubus lover, and he knew that if he wanted to get this older one to let him be, he was going to have to take control. That was easier said than done, though, and all he could do for the first few minutes of the athletic fuck was sit there and let her ride him like a bucking bronco. Her soft sighs began to turn to throaty moans over time, and as he saw the unmistakable look of pleasure on her beautiful face, he hoped that she'd be a little calmer after she came. Her moans weren't the only ones echoing through the small room, though, and as Jon looked over, he saw Daenerys had spread her legs and was gently rubbing little circles around her clit. When she caught him looking at her, she smiled and mouthed, 'fuck her like you fuck me.'
Jon gritted his teeth and thrust upward, making Shiera squeak as he hit a spot deep inside her that felt really good. She glared at him for a moment before grinning and fluttering her inner muscles around him.
"You haven't spent yet," she murmured. "Maybe there is something to you after all."
"You're not the first succubus I've bedded," Jon grunted.
"Perhaps," Shiera chuckled, "but little Daenerys is the least experienced of us."
Jon ignored her and quickly found his rhythm, thrusting up in time with her bounces and drawing increasingly loud pleasured moans from her lips. Held in place as he was, there wasn't much room to move, but he could thrust up into her and control the angle a little, so he made use of that, and soon enough, he felt her begin to falter. This was good because his own control was beginning to slip, her inhumanly perfect cunt milking him in a way even Daenerys couldn't have pulled off. He steeled himself and held on, desperate to make this haughty, irritable woman break on his cock.
"Fuck," Shiera squeaked as he brushed against something inside her that made her see stars. "You have talent, human, that...ah...I can admit."
"Let me go, and I'll show you how talented I am," Jon grunted.
Indecision showed in her face as she considered his words, but Jon didn't pay much attention to that, focusing on the strength of her grip on his wrists. The second she faltered, he wrenched his arms free and wrapped them around her, standing up and burying his face in the crook of her neck.
"You dare, ahh!" Shiera shrieked as he sucked on her pulse point and pounded up into her properly.
"Her asshole's more sensitive than mine," Daenerys chimed in helpfully.
"Daenerys, you...fuck!" Shiera screamed as he reached around and pushed a finger inside her quivering hole.
One thing he'd learned over the months he spent fucking Daenerys every chance she gave him was that the arseholes of succubi might not have differed as much from their human counterparts' as their cunts did, but they were unique in one very specific way; they lubricated naturally. His finger went inside with ease, and he immediately felt her cult spasm around him. Her nether tongue, which she had used surprisingly little during their coupling, started stroking the underside of his pistoning length as though she were seeking to somehow get back at him for fucking her so well.
"Isn't he great?" Daenerys gushed, sounding smug.
"Yes!" Shiera screamed and he grinned.
Setting her down on the table in front of Daenerys and pulling his finger from her almost painfully tight arse, he captured one of her pebbled pink nipples with his teeth and grazed it softly, making her hiss in pleasure. She was close, but so was he, and Jon swore that he was going to make her cum first if it killed him, knowing that failing to still might. He reached down and let her copious fluids lubricate a couple fingers and started rubbing her clit. The effect was immediate as her moans turned to sharp, almost avian shrieks, and her claws dug into the wood hard enough to leave marks.
"Yes, yes, yes, YES!" Shiera squealed as she came hard, squirting all over his balls and the ground below.
Jon groaned in her ear as he let go, filling her with rope after thick rope of his pearly seed. The two of them rode out the waves of ecstasy in each other's arms, clinging to one another as though they were adrift and would drown otherwise. His weary body begged for a break, and he needed to catch his breath, but he didn't dare actually stop. Leaning down, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and sucked on the nub until his mouth was full of her thick, creamy milk. He drank deeply of her and moaned as he felt invigorated. His cock, which had started to soften, was hard again in seconds and pulled it from her clinging depths roughly.
"I hope...you don't think...we're done," Shiera panted, brushing her hair out of her face and giving him the first genuine smile he'd seen from her since they met.
"Of course not," Jon replied, flipping her onto her belly.
She grunted at the sudden change in position and extended her wings out as if seeking to fly, but he pushed her down, using his greater weight to his advantage.
"You wanted to know why Daenerys kept coming back to me last year?" Jon asked, whispering in her ear. "You just got a taste."
She just laughed at that in response, though she did relax a little, saying, "Show me more, then."
"Gladly," Jon growled as he buried himself to the hilt inside her again.
Shiera moaned and grabbed the table as he started fucking her at a bruising pace. When his large, strong hand came down on one of her plump, round arsecheeks, she shrieked. He might have wondered if he was going too far, as he had spanked her reflexively, used to taking Daenerys just like that, but the way that her cunt quivered around his length in response said more than words could have. He spanked her other cheek, and the loud crack of his hand's impact was drowned out again by her cry.
"Don't stop!" Shiera growled and he grinned, knowing that he had her where he wanted her.
He picked up his pace, pounding her hard enough to make her pillowy ass cheeks ripple and jiggle with each impact of his hips. She already sounded less hostile than she had, and he'd only made her cum once. That gave him hope that, so long as he could hold out long enough, he'd be able to fuck her well enough to make her leave in peace. He doubted that he'd have enough strength left to do much with Daenerys after that, but perhaps she'd stick around anyway. He would certainly like to get answers out of her about just what the hell was going on. He couldn't focus on that in that moment though, as satisfying the ornery succubus under him took all of his attention.
When he pushed two fingers inside her tight arse, she screamed, "More!"
"You like this?" Jon growled, pumping his fingers in and out of her rapidly as he fucked her hard and fast. When she didn't respond, he reached forward with his other hand and gathered her silver-gold together before tugging carefully as he hissed, "I asked you a question."
"Yes!" Shiera cried.
"Say the words," Jon rumbled.
"I love it!" Shiera whimpered, sounding half-delirious already. "I love your fucking cock!"
"It really is amazing, isn't it?" Daenerys sighed, smiling at him. "He's so good with his tongue, too. He might be even better than Rhaena, and that girl was born to feast on cunt."
"Fuck!" Shiera cried, her claws digging into the table.
Jon felt a rush that he'd never known in his life as he continued to fuck the succubus hard. Daenerys had been sweet with him since the first time, demanding but sweet, and he'd never had reason to be cross with her. He'd certainly never taken her while angry at her, and so, though he'd eventually realized that they both really liked it when he was rough and dominating, he'd always been at least a little careful. Shiera had interrupted his first moment with Daenerys since before the winter, threatened both of them, and been such a general pain in the arse that he was genuinely angry with her and had no interest in holding back.
"Gods, you feel so fucking good!" Shiera shrieked as she soared towards another pick.
Pulling her head back until she was looking right at Daenerys, Jon growled, "Tell her you're sorry for interrupting us."
"I'm sorry!" Shiera cried.
"I don't believe you," Jon said, going still.
"No!" Shiera hissed, turning around and glaring at him balefully. "Don't stop!"
"You want me to continue?" Jon asked, gripping her scalp and turning her head back towards Daenerys. "Make me believe that you're sorry."
He pushed her head towards Daenerys' spread thighs, and the younger succubus' purple eyes went wide.
"Tha...that's not…" she went to object.
"I disagree," Jon cut her off. Rolling his hips forward just hard enough to move within her at all, he added, "And so will she if she wants to cum."
Shiera grumbled and buried her head between her younger sister's thighs, lapping at the other girl's dripping wet folds. Daenerys moaned and snaked her fingers into Shiera's silver-gold locks. She had been playing with herself for a while at that point, teasing her overheated flesh in a way that was pleasurable but wouldn't make her cum for fear that Shiera would be angry if she did. Because of that, she was right on the edge and knew that it wouldn't take much from the other succubus to get her off.
Pleased by Shiera's clear submission, Jon started fucking her again and carefully slipped a third finger inside her absolute furnace of an arse. She shrieked and grabbed Daenerys' thighs, moving up to flick her tongue against the younger woman's clit in a way that she knew would drive her wild. Daenerys cried out in pleasure and looked to Jon, her purple eyes locking onto his. There was such warmth and affection in them that he felt his heart flutter, but there was fear too and a sort of mournful resignation that he couldn't understand.
He couldn't exactly ask her about it then, though, and so focused on fucking Shiera, whose cunt fluttered around his length as she neared what he was sure would be a massive orgasm. Her tight anal muscles were spasming around his fingers too, and he groaned at the thought of just how good that would feel around his cock. As her nether tongue drew back and started flicking against his bulbous head each time he bottomed out, though, he recalled well just how incredible succubus cunt was.
"Ahh!" Daenerys screamed as she came, her thighs clamping down hard around Shiera's head.
Shiera's staccato cries of pleasure became even more muffled as Daenerys smothered her. As the younger succubus' orgasm ended, though, she went limp, and Shiera was able to throw back her head.
"So good, so good, so...FUCK!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm hit hard.
She writhed in ecstasy as it thundered through her entire body in waves, making her legs shake and her toes curl as she gushed around his thick cock. Jon felt her incredibly tight tunnel start spasming around him again and it proved too much for him. With a roar, he came, filling her again, with his copious seed. He pulled his fingers from her spasming arse, making her slam her fist against the table hard enough to crack it slightly, and braced himself on his hands as he slumped forward.
The two of them went still as their climaxes eased off, both of them panting for breath as they rested against the table. Jon ran his fingers through Shiera's hair and over the silky smooth skin of her back, hoping that he had impressed her enough for the time being. She was hot as hell, and the sex was incredible, but he would have been more than happy if she turned as docile as a tuckered-out little kitten and he could leave her to nap on his table as he took Daenerys to bed.
"Mmm, I can't say I don't understand," she sighed after a few minutes.
"Right?" Daenerys asked. "Can we just…"
"Dany, you know the answer to that," Shiera replied softly, and Daenerys' face fell.
"Could either of you fill me in on what exactly you're talking about?" Jon asked, pulling his softening cock from Shiera's well-fucked cunt and standing up.
Shiera climbed on top of Daenerys and positioned herself so that her cunt was pressed up hers. To Jon's surprise, her nether tongue pushed out of her very pink hole and started feeding his cum to her sister. The younger succubus squeaked, looking utterly shocked, and then moaned as their tongues started slithering around each other, sharing his load. He felt his cock twitch and start to harden again at the odd but undeniably erotic sight and barely held back a groan when they both started moaning in pleasure.
"Do you really want to talk, or do you want to take us both upstairs and continue showing me why Daenerys is so fond of you?" Shiera asked, her voice thick with her magic.
Part of Jon thought that he really should have insisted that they speak and that the two of them explain more to him about how their people work or why Daenerys choosing to visit him as frequently as she had was such a problem, but as he stared at the two of them and felt Shiera's simultaneously soothing and arousing presence wash over him, all thought of interrogating the two of them disappeared.
Shiera hopped off of the table, landing on shaky legs, and took his hand before looking over to Daenerys. The other succubus hesitated for a moment, looking conflicted, before sighing and taking his other hand. He led them both to his bed, his mind swimming with thoughts of all the debauchery he could get up to with two horny succubi, not realizing for a moment that his lover's obvious internal conflict should have troubled him more.
"What the fuck?" Jon grumbled to himself blearily as his eyes fluttered open.
He wasn't surprised to be as tired and disoriented as he was. He had taken Daenerys and Shiera both countless times, pumping them full of more seed than he knew a man could make. He'd lost count of the number of times they'd all cum before he grew too exhausted for even their breast milk to rouse him, not that they were in much better shape. He felt around the bed, thinking to himself that it might be too soiled to save, and was surprised when he didn't feel a single wet spot. That surprise turned to shock as he realized that rather than his familiar sheets, he was feeling fur.
"What?!" Jon exclaimed, bolting up as he finally realized that he was not at home.
Looking around, he realized that he was in a cell of some kind, with metal bars on three sides of it and a stone wall to his back. There were lit torches affixed to the walls outside at regular points, providing some light, but other than that, there was nothing at all, and he quickly concluded that he was underground. Looking down, he saw that the 'bed' he'd been lying on was the skin of a snow white animal, and as he turned over the maned head still attached to it, he saw that it was a lion.
"J...Jon?" a familiar voice asked.
Looking around, he saw Theon of all people standing in the cell to his right, and his eyes widened when he noticed the dark bump on the side of the man's head.
"Jon, where are we?" Theon asked. "What is this?"
He didn't reply, too shocked for words, though as he thought about it, he realized that there was only one possible answer. They were in the home of the succubi, and they were well and truly fucked.