Had he known the Dornish sun would be so damned overbearing, Jon would have waited for winter to finally come before making this journey. Three moons he'd been on the road, stopping only briefly to feed himself, Ghost, and Frost - his trusty stallion. He had thought to stop in King's Landing for perhaps half a moon to rest, but knew his father would not have reacted well to his appearance. He did order him to remain in the North when last they had spoken, afterall.
He had tried to make things work in Winterfell, but without Arya or his father there, and with Robb always busy with being lord of Winterfell, nothing stopped lady Stark and those loyal to her to make his days as miserable as ever. And Theon was never any help, though Jon never expected the Iron Islander to be a friend to him.
He wished Bran had been able to wake before he departed, but that hope of Jon's was not to be.
"Seven hells. Damn this heat," Jon cursed as he trotted alongside the Torrentine. He was tempted to cast himself into the clear waters beside him, Ghost certainly was enjoying doing just that as they continued on. As Frost continued on, Jon could not help but ponder how different his life might have been had he been raised here instead of being taken North with his father. Would he be worthy of wielding Dawn? Would his name have even been Jon? He doubted he'd have known his siblings, and thinking of that possibility forms a pit in his gut.
Looking to the distance, the imposing structure of Starfall loomed. Anticipation built in Jon with every step he drew closer to the keep, he had envisioned this moment for most of his life. His mother had always been a mystery, one his father had kept hidden from him. But simply because his lord father refused to tell him didn't mean the whispering rumors of who his mother was. The tales of Harrenhal, of how the quiet son of Rickard Stark became enthralled with the loveliest woman in the seven kingdoms, Jon heard them over the years.
Once, he had asked his father if indeed Ashara Dayne was his mother. His fathers answer was short and swift. "Do not speak of Ashara again," he had yet to ever hear his father sound so angered with him. After that day Jon never heard anything about Ashara again being his mother.
And now here he was, about to be before the home of the woman many said was his mother, and Jon would at last know for certain if the hearsay and rumors were indeed true.
The high walls of Starfall were but several pacs before him as a voice yelled out, "Hold! Who comes before the seat of House Dayne?!" Looking up, Jon could see several men with bows drawn. None were aimed his way, but he knew well that all it would take is one false move for them to riddle him till dead.
"I am Jon Snow!" He announced as loudly as he could. "I seek an audience with Lady Ashara Dayne!"
"By what right do you request such, Snow?!" Another of the men-at-arms yelled down at him.
"It is a personal matter!" Jon retorted. "I shant leave these lands till I speak with her!" His gaze casted upward, Jon watched as one of the guards who watched him slinked out of view. The tension built, growing as sweltering as the heat was on the back of Jon's neck. When at last the gates began to open, several fully-armored Dornishmen exited before Jon could even will Frost forward.
"Lady Ashara is willing to meet with you," The lead guard told him, hearing so made Jon's heart quicken. "But you will hand over your arms, and take your hound to the kennels to be held." Ghost growled lowly in response, and Jon wished to do the same. The travel south had been hard on the both of them and he truly just felt like hitting something to vent his frustrations.
"Fine," Jon said, forcing himself to say so evenly and not through rotted teeth as he handed over both his blade and the dagger fastened to his belt. Jumping from his saddle, he handed the reins over as he walked with Ghost to the kennels. The direwolf whined as the door closed him inside and he looked up at Jon with pleading eyes. Kneeling down, the bastard of Winterfell reached inside to stoke the fur behind his wolf's head. "You won't be in here long boy, I promise."
Ghost whined again, but seemed to understand as Jon stood back up. Turning, the direwolf walked to the farthest corner of the kennel so as to be in the shade as he laid down to rest.
"The lady waits for you," One of the guards said behind Jon. Turning, the young Snow followed silently into the keep. His mind raced a thousand leagues with each step he took, every dream and scenario he had ever thought up regarding this moment played over and over again in full clarity.
Would she reject him? Call him a mistake born from lust? Would she hate him for how his father had married lady Catelyn instead of her like he was said to have promised her? Or would she greet him with open arms and teary eyes, giving him the one thing he had always wanted. The love of a mother.
Jon didn't know, and that fact made him near tremble with anxiety.
After a short walk through the twisting halls of Starfall, they at last arrived in the main hall. As they stepped foot inside, the guard he followed flanked to the side, revealing the very woman he had come to meet. She was enchanting, even at the age of three and thirty. Her long dark hair passed by her shoulders and stopped near the center of her back. She turned from speaking to the old maester of Starfall and her eyes met his own. He felt as though he was rooted to the floor from how she looked at him, her eyes growing wide as she looked upon him.
Silence falls over the hall, the only sound Jon was capable of hearing being his own breathing.
Ashara was the one to break the silence. "What brings you to Starfall, young man?" Her voice was not what he had expected. Though Dornish, her voice was more angelic than any other he had ever heard.
It took a nudge from a guard standing behind him to make Jon come back to his senses. He closed the distance between them until he stood five paces from her. "I am Jon Snow, my lady. Of Winterfell," If Ashara had any reaction to his name or where he had come from, she did not show it. "You knew my father,"
Ashara's eyes softened as she looked down at him from where she stood slightly elevated. "I see," She said before turning to look away from him. "Leave us." She ordered the guards.
"But, my lady-!"
"Do not make me repeat myself," Ashara bit back in response. Tentatively, the guards that had been present slinked away, though Jon knew they would simply be standing at the ready to return if any harm was thought to befall their lady. After the hall's doors closed and gave them privacy, she looked back to him. Her vibrant purple eyes looking into his steely greys. "You are Ned's son,"
Jon gulped before answering, "Yes," For a moment he looked away, unsure of what to say or do before her. But as he looked back, he simply blurted out, "Are you my mother?" It came out more strangled than he had wished, but he could not take it back now.
He stood silent as Ashara continued to stare at him, a multitude of emotions showing in her eyes as Jon waited for her to speak her response.
"No," Ashara finally said, the simple word made him feel as though he had been struck in the face. "I am not."
A shaky breath escaped Jon as his shoulders slumped. He wanted to cry, to scream and break whatever he could grab hold of. Over three moons he had traveled here, hoping beyond everything to find that the rumors had been true. Jon knew the likelihood of them was slim at best, but to hear Ashara confirm hurt more than he had wished it did.
"Damn it," Jon said as he looked from her to the floor. "Gods damn it." He felt his eyes begin to water despite his resistances against it. He had not wished to weep here less he had found what he sought. But the pain, the feel of wasting so much time was too much for him to not feel it near begin to crush him.
A hand came to caress his face and lift it back up, making him once more look up at Ashara. Her eyes reflected their own sadness, as though having to tell him the truth hurt her as much as it did for him to hear it. "I am sorry. Sorry I am not what you had wished for me to be, child." She told him, her voice was as soothing as any other Jon had ever heard.
Gulping down the lump that had formed in his throat, Jon forced his sadness away as he willed himself to stand upright again. "You need be sorry for nothing, my lady. I should be the one to apologize for having wasted your time." Jon said, finding it hard to make his voice as even as possible. "With your leave, I shall depart the way I came." He pulled back from her touch as he told her that.
Taking several steps back, Jon began to turn before Ashara spoke, "No! You need not leave." Turning back, Jon could not hide the surprise from his face. "You have traveled long here to Starfall, Jon Snow. Such a journey is arduous on any man, most of all one who travels alone. So, I offer you a bed for the night, and guest rights while under my roof."
Part of Jon wished to politely decline and be on his way. But the other longed for an actual bed to be beneath him as he slept. "You are most kind, my lady. If you truly feel I will not be a bother…?" A laugh escaped the older woman, hearing it made Jon understand even more why many still claimed her to be the most enchanting woman in the seven kingdoms.
"I am certain," Ashara said as she walked to the side and returned with bread and salt. "Be welcome, Jon Snow. The hospitality of Starfall is yours." Jon could not say why her simple offer made him wish to weep again. Mayhaps it was due to his disappointment weighing upon him, or even how he knew no other lord or lady he had met previously would have offered the same.
So, with a hesitant smile, Jon took the offered food and swallowed it down.
Ashara did not know what to expect when being told that someone had requested an audience with her. Hardly anyone ever came to Starfall for an audience, and barely any merchant ships sailed along the Torentine unless a great storm raged in the Summer Sea. So she had been quite curious.
But nothing would have prepared Ashara for seeing him there in the main hall. For a moment she thought herself thrust into the past and back in the halls of Harrenhal. The boy looked so much like Ned it was near unsettling. She knew who he was of course, Eddard had brought the boy with him when he had brought Dawn back. He would not say at the time, but Ashara knew. Elia had written to her of it all after Harrenhal, how Lyanna Stark became entangled with her and Rhaegar, breathing new life into them.
Before the war, she had received few letters from her dearest friend. The last spoke of how Lyanna was with child, and how the three of them were all giddy for the babe to be born. So if this boy, this young man was loved by Elia before even drawing a breath, it was the least Ashara could do when allowing him to remain under the hospitality of Starfall.
When he asked if she had been his mother, a piece of her wanted to tell him yes. She still mourned the loss of her little Alyssa, and since the day she had laid her to rest she had wished for another. As she watched him crumple in on himself at hearing the truth from her, she wanted to embrace and comfort him. No doubt Ned had yet to tell the boy the truth and had always wondered after the woman who had given him life.
Offering him a soft bed and a roof over his head was the least she could offer after shattering the hope he had that she was his mother.
Ashara did not see the lad after she had him escorted to his guest chambers. An invitation to dinner was offered, but Jon said simply he would like to rest instead. She could not blame him, three moons of travel no doubt had made his body just as tired as his heart and mind were now.
As the sun rose the following morning, Ashara sent out another invitation for him to join her to break his fast. Thankfully, this time he accepted.
She sat at the high tables center as some guards and others of Starfall's servants dined at the lower tables. Had Edric not been away squiring for lord Dondarion, he would have sat there instead. It was always quite comical to see him do so. When Jon Snow entered the hall, all eyes turned to him. The young northerner looked out of place and quite unnerved at how he became the center of attention.
"Lord Snow! Come! Sit with me," Ashara called to him as she skewered a piece of venison with her fork.
Shock showed on his face as he made his way down the center aisle of the hall. His reaction puzzled Ashara greatly. Had Ned not treated the boy well? She found that possibility difficult to believe, the man she had known valued his family above all else. No doubt he valued his children even higher.
I'll have to ask him about this before he departs, Ashara told herself as Jon finally reached the high table. She ushered him to sit beside her, which he did less hesitantly. "I hope you are hungry. Marcus prepared quite the breakfast this morning," She told him as she placed the bit of venison into her mouth.
"I could certainly eat," Jon told her with a small smile. "Thank you for allowing me to break my fast before I depart, my lady."
Swallowing her meal down, Ashara looked over to him. "You plan on departing today?" As a plate of eggs, venison, and blood sausage was placed in front of him, Jon looked back at her. "You need not,"
His smile disappeared, replaced by a frown. "I do not wish to overstay my welcome, my lady."
Ahh, I see. Being from Dorne, Ashara never saw a true difference between trueborn and bastard-born apart from when it came to succession. She would wager there were ten bastards in Dorne for every one on the other six kingdoms, they were as much part of life here as the Dornish sands themselves. But everywhere else? She could not imagine what Jon had endured with having to bear the name Snow. Especially with Catelyn Tully being the lady of Winterfell.
Ned no doubt did it to help conceal him, but that fact would not make up for what the hidden prince felt about himself.
"You need not do so," Ashara said as she idly poked at her food while looking at him. "My hospitality does not end after a single night." Her fork descended again and punctured one of her eggs. With her knife she cut a piece from her sausage and then dipped it into the runny yoke before bringing it to her mouth.
Taking up his own fork, Jon began to poke at his own food as he looked down towards it. "I am honored by your hospitality, Lady Ashara. But I feel it would be best to depart as early as I can. My brother no doubt is worried sick over me being gone,"
"It will be nearly a year since you have seen him by the time you reach Winterfell," Ashara stated, to which Jon hummed in agreement. "I fear he may be upset at you for being gone this long,"
Jon chuckled before swallowing his food. "He was upset already when I told him my intent to come here. I'm certain he still will," Jon told her before taking a drink from the mug of cool water given to him. "We northmen have long memories after all,"
Ashara giggled at his words as he seemed to grow a bit more relaxed with her. She wasn't sure if it was her honoring him with sitting beside her or the well prepared meal, but she was glad to see it nonetheless. "If you would like, I could be of aid in your venture home." Ashara offered. Jon was still chewing upon a piece of cut egg as he arched his brow towards her. "May ships come to dock in our harbor on their ventures through the Summer Sea. I could persuade one such vessel to escort you to Oldtown."
The stunned look upon the young northman's face made Ashara wish to burst out laughing. But Jon's shock gave way to his usual demeanor as he told her, "You need not do that, my la-!"
"I can, and so I shall. I'll not have your death on my conscience if it so happens you are incapable of making it back home," Ashara told him, a smile coming to her face. "It would be such a shame to lose such a handsome young man to the sands of Dorne." As she thought, the young Snow's face flushed red at her compliment. Too much like your uncle, she thought to herself. In looks and in how you react to being complimented.
"I…I don't know how to repay you for this."
"I do," Ashara said as she stabbed the last remaining bit of her sausage with her fork. "Spend time with me."
"What?!" Jon choked out as his fork fell from his hand, his face growing to be an even deeper shade of red now.
Ashara laughed at his reaction before swallowing down the food in her mouth. "I mean only in the matter of us speaking to one another. I have so few to speak to who do not have to adhere to honorifics, it has grown rather tiresome these past moons."
The young man relaxed as she explained what she meant. "I.. I see," Jon said as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Is there not any family with whom you can spend time with?" he asked.
Ashara's mind turned to those few kin she had left. First to her nephew Edric, who was far away. And then to her cousin Gerold, and she wished to spit at the thought of him. "Not in Starfall, no." Her smile returned to her face as she looked over at him fully again. "Why? Do you not wish to spend time with me?"
"I never said that,"
She giggled again as a servant came and took away her breakfast plate. "You are far too easy to tease, Jon Snow. You would not survive a day in the Water Gardens, I fear."
The young man's face flushed red again as he finished the last of his food as well. "If my attention is all of what you ask of me in return for aiding me, then I agree."
"Splendid!" Ashara exclaimed as she rose from her chair. "I look forward to learning more about you, my lord."
He smiled. "And I you, my lady."
"Ashara." Jon arched his brow in confusion. "Call me Ashara."
The young man softly smiled as he stood as well. "Then please, just call me Jon." A similar smile came to Ashara's features as she motioned for him to follow her.
"Come, I'll show you the docks first. They are quite the sight to behold," Jon stood and followed after her, a small smile forming on his face as he did so.
Starfall was grand indeed, the legends and tales of it not coming close to conveying just how wondrous it was. Though, Jon figured that may have been his own boyhood bias showing through. For so long he had dreamed of coming here, meeting his mother and his other family. Being welcomed with open arms and in some versions of his dream did he earn the name 'Dayne.'
Despite those dreams not being out of his realm of possibility, Jon still enjoyed his time in Starfall. The culture of the Dornish was odd, yet fascinating. And they surprisingly welcomed him after the second day of him resting under the guest right lady Ashara gave him. He was asked to train with several of the men-at-arms and had a good time with it. Unlike in Winterfell, Jon was able to show his true skill with his blade.
Those in attendance, as well as his opponents, were thoroughly impressed. It wasn't until midday when he was with Ashara once more did she too speak her own thoughts. "I hear you have wowed my household," She told him whilst they were in the godswood in Starfall. This was only the second godswood Jon had ever seen, but it was no less beautiful than Winterfell's own.
"It was unintentional,"
"And yet the commander of my guard has been wowed by your skills with a blade, and you have all of the heads of my maids turning as you pass. Quite the accomplishment," Ashara told him as she swirled the wine in her goblet around before drinking. "Quite impressive, indeed."
"You flatter me," Jon told her as he scratched the back of his head.
"I speak only the truth," Ashara said with a chuckle. "I don't understand why it's so hard for you northerners to take a compliment."
"I guess it would be because I so rarely receive them," Jon told her honestly as he too took a drink from his own goblet of wine. While his pallet very much still preferred ale, the dornish red Ashara had was a wonder on his tongue.
"Now that is quite the travesty," Ashara told him sincerely.
Jon merely shrugged. "It isn't common for bastards to be complimented," he said, his eyes downcast somewhat. "Those few who have or would, would never admit to doing so. Most simply ignored me," Sansa's image appeared at the forefront of his mind as he mulled over his own words, remembering how she only just bid him goodbye before departing for King's Landing.
She loved him, he knew, but also adhered to her training as a lady of the south.
"I find it hard to believe your father approved of this," Ashara said. She may have known Ned for a short time, but even from the briefness of their knowing one another she could never believe the man capable of turning a blind eye to his 'son' being treated in such a way.
Jon did not look at her. "He…he had more important things to focus on. His bastard son being ignored was not something I ever thought to broach him with."
Ashara's face fell, a deep frown marring her lovely face. "And here I thought the North was above such things,"
A snort of a laugh escaped Jon. "Do not judge my countrymen too harshly, Ashara. Had I been born to any other lord, in any other kingdom, I have no doubt I would not be here sharing a cup of wine with you."
Had your mother and true father lived, you would have.' Ashara told herself before downing the last of her drink. "It is nearly the next moon,"
"It is," Jon's voice held no warmth, only understanding. "I must admit that I will miss our talks."
"Oh?" Ashara asked playfully. "Only our talks?"
Jon chuckled as he set his goblet aside. "You more so, my lady."
"I thought we talked about this," Ashara lightly chastised as she leaned forward. "My name is Ashara. Has just a few cups of wine made you forget already?"
"Believe me, I could never forget you, Ashara." Jon said, his tone sincere.
It had been many years since, but for the first time did Ashara feel her features grow heated at his words. Mayhaps it was the wine, or maybe just her own buried desires that she had maintained to keep in check for over six and ten years, but her core pulsed as she took in his words. Intentionally or not, they had reawakened something in Ashara.
And in the moment, she decided to act. For why not? She was a woman grown and yet unmarried. Prudish propriety had long lost potency.
"Is there someone waiting for you back in Winterfell? A woman, a lover?"
"Ashara…?!" Jon's face was beginning to turn bright red.
"What? It is but a simple question," She said, a smirk tugging at her features.
After a long silent moment, Jon answered, "No,"
"Truly?" She hoped that would be his answer, but was still surprised. "Those girls up north must have poor eyes," Her hand drifted over and came to rest on his thigh. "For you are quite the attractive man." Jon swallowed thickly as her hand remained, and her gaze bore right into him.
"Ashara…"
"Yes?" Her face moved close as the word left her mouth and her smirk grew. "Am I making you nervous?" He swallowed again. "I'll take that as a yes," She said before kissing his neck.
"Ashara!" Jon exclaimed, his skin breaking out in chills at the feel of her lips on his skin. "We can't do this…"
"Why not?" She asked before kissing him again, this time right on his pulse point. "Do you not think me beautiful?"
"I didn't say that," He told her, finally meeting her gaze again. She could see how much he was fighting his own desires as his eyes moved from her own, then to her mouth, and to her breasts that he could no doubt peer down at from how she leaned over toward him.
"So then what's the harm?" Ashara asked before taking his face in her hands. "Tell me you don't want this, want me, and I will bid you farewell here and now," Jon inhaled deeply, saying nothing. "Now kiss me,"
Jon hesitated for only a moment before taking Ashara's face in his hands as well and crashing his lips down onto her own. She mewled into his mouth as her tongue ran along his bottom lip and then entered his mouth when he opened it in surprise. One hand moved to weave into Jon's hair whilst Ashara's other hand moved to feel up his torso.
She found that she liked what she felt beneath his tunic.
Driven by lust, Jon did the same as his own hands lowered to feel Ashara's magnificent teats and her even more glorious arse. Ashara hummed as he squeezed down on the latter, breaking away from their kiss to tell him,"Impatient one aren't you?" She pecked his lips again. "Don't get too excited, you'll be able to feel all of me for the remainder of the day."
"Seven hells…" Jon cursed as Ashara took his hands and forced the both of them to their feet before leading him from the godswood and towards the family quarters.
Ashara's chambers were quite spacious, but Jon could barely think on that fact as Ashara pulled him through the doorway. Her lips were softer than the finest silk and she tasted of honey. If she didn't break from him every so often to breathe he was sure he would grow drunk off of the taste of her tongue.
"Shut the door," Ashara said as her head descended and began to bite and lick his neck. Kicking it closed, Jon hesitantly removed his hand from her hip to latch it shut. As soon as he did so his lips were taken again by Ashara as she grabbed his face and pulled him into yet another deep kiss.
Jons hands moved on instinct as he tried to find out how to remove Ashara from her dress. She looked incredible in it, but his mind could only focus on how much better she'd look with it pooled at her feet.
"Eager, aren't you?" Ashara cooed as she released his lips, her hands resting on his chest as she looked into his eyes. "Have you never helped a woman out of her dress?"
Jon could only swallow and shake his head.
Ashara simply smirked at him as she reached down and pulled at one of the laces to her dress and undid a few loops and ties. With a roll of her shoulders did she masterfully shrug off her dress, leaving her in only her small clothes. He could not help but keep his eyes from drifting down her body and taking her in. He knew already that Ashara was beautiful, but seeing her nearly bare before him made her a thousand times more stunning.
A chuckle broke him from his reverie. "See something you like, young man?"
"Aye," Jon spoke as he took hold of the back of her head. "Something breathtaking." He did not wait to hear a response before crashing his lips down upon Ashara's, receiving a giggle and then a moan from her as they walked further into her chambers. Too engrossed in their kiss, the both of them did not notice how close they had gotten to Ashara's own bed until her legs were pressed against it and they tumbled down together onto the soft silk of it.
Ashara let out a laugh Jon made sure not to crush her with his weight falling onto her. Propping himself up he took another moment to gaze upon her and he again could not help but be stunned silent. Her beauty was otherworldly, it was the only way to describe her.
"I believe you have me at a disadvantage, my lord."
"Oh?"
"Yes," Ashara's delicate hand came up to press against his still clothed chest. "You still have far too many layers keeping us from one another." Lifting himself up on his knee's Jon made to rectify that immediately as he pulled his light tunic off in one swift movement before kicking his boots off and letting them fall at the foot of the bed. "Much better." She purred as she caressed his toned chest with a single finger.
A smile spread across Jon's face as he descended, but he chose not to take Ashara's lips again. No, he had other ideas. His eyes moved down to her lightly clad breasts and then even further south to her cunt. Wetting his lips, he lightly pushed Ashara further up the bed so he could have greater access to her before he finally bent his head down and took one of her still covered breasts into his mouth.
"Oh!" She cried as he sucked and felt the nipples of her breast harden due to his actions. Little moans fell from her lips as he continued to suck on her through the fabric, her small crys egging him on to continue his efforts. He let her go and heard ehr whimper as he did so before taking hold of the thin material and moving it up slightly. He at last could look upon her gorgeous breasts and felt his mouth water as he descended again to take her other mound into his mouth.
Her hands came up and wound into his hair as he groped her first breast with his right hand and held her hip with the other. Every cry of pleasure he coaxed from her only added to his arousal. His cock was painfully stiff inside his trousers and begged to be let out, but not yet. Ashara tasted far too good for him to stop now.
"Gods, are you certain you've never laid with a woman before?" Ashara asked, breathlessly. Having a woman the same age as his father ask him did nothing but boost his confidence. So much so that the hand he had been resting on her hip began to slowly descend until Jon pushed his hand into her knickers. She stiffened as his hand just lightly brushed against her sex.
"Ah, yes!" A louder cry came from her lips as Jon began to lightly run his finger up and down her slick slit. Gods she was wet, and from all the damned stories he had been forced to endure when around Theon, Jon knew that meant she was enjoying all of this just as much as he was. "Don't you dare stop!"
"As my lady wishes," Jon said as he briefly lifted his head but then descended again to kiss both of her breasts. An idea came to his mind suddenly as he continued to kiss and made his way down her glorious body, kissing his way down her stomach as he did so. When he at last had his head poised between her thighs, he briefly looked up to see Ashara watching him. Her eyes were half-lidded, filled with lust and desire.
And it was all directed at him.
Taking hold of her knickers, Jon pulled them down and kissed his lady's thighs as he slipped them off her legs and tossed them to the side. Ashara chuckled but then once more let out a breathless gasp as Jon kissed her cunt directly. Keeping his mother pressed to her, Jon's tongue extended out as he proceeded to lick her from the bottom to the top of her slit.
His tongue briefly brushed against something as he reached the top, a small bump or little bundle of skin that seemed to evoke a reaction from Ashara. Brushing against it again, she shuddered once more.
"How were you able to find that already? Most men don't even know it exists," Ashara's voice was strained as she spoke. Her legs came up to rest upon his shoulders and he hands wove into his long dark hair. "I never said for you to stop."
Smiling, Jon took hold of Ashara's legs and pulled her back to his mouth as he began to devour her. His tongue probed into her and made her yank on his hair lightly, almost as if she was trying to pull him further into her. The slight pain of the act did not stop his actions, it did the opposite as he doubled his efforts as he equally sheathed his tongue inside her tongue and then would pull it back to flick at her sensitive little pearl.
Ashara soon found that words were beyond her as she writhed in response to how Jon worked his tongue against her lower lips. An idea then entered his mind as he lifted Ashara's hips slightly and then plunged his tongue between the lips of her cunt.
A loud cry ripped from Ashara's throat as her legs tightened around Jon's head and her arousal gushed out, soaking his face and tongue in her essence. It took him by surprise at first before he began to lap up the sweet nectar that he had coaxed out of the lay of Starfall.
Her body continued to writhe in pleasure for a solid three minutes before she finally released her grip on Jons head with her legs. Through dark long lashes did she look up at him as he rose up to look down at her. Jon could not help the satisfied smile that came to his features at the sight of her.
"Trousers," Ashara breathed out. "Take them off. Now,"
Jon had never unclothed faster in his life. Seeing Ashara eye him hungrily as he removed more and more of his clothes stirred something in him he didn't know how to truly define. All he knew was he liked it. Liked it more than anything he had ever felt before in his life.
As he moved to push down his smallclothes did Ashara take hold of his hands and direct him to lay flat on his back. His mouth opened to tell her how lovely she was when she took his mouth captive with her own, worming her marvelously skilled tongue inside as she did. So clouded was his mind the second afterwards that he barely noticed her grab hold and pull down the last bit of clothing he had.
"Gods!" Ashara exclaimed as Jons cock sprang out, standing upright as though to salute her. "You never told me you carried two longswords with you," Before Jon could utter a response, his breath hitched as Ashara wrapped her hand around his shaft. Her supple and cool flesh caused goosebumps to break out all over his body.
Sensing his own growing arousal, Ashara chuckled before her tongue came out and slid up the rigid length of her young lover's cock. Jon took in a shaky breath as she did so over and over again, delighting in how her actions were making him react.
"Tell me, Jon." Ashara said as she rolled her tongue around the head of his cock. "Am I the first woman to ever do this to you?" She kissed the side of his shaft before asking again, "Is this the first time a woman had their lips wrapped around your cock?"
"Yes," Jon hissed out, every fiber of his being trying to stop himself from spewing his seed as she continued her torture of him.
Ashara hummed with her mouth still pressed against Jon's cock. "Good," With that said she lifted her head, opened her mouth, and then took the entirety of him into her mouth - almost forcing him down her throat as she did so.
Jons knuckles turned white as he gripped the linens of Ashara's bed as she bobbed her head up and down.. Never had he felt something like this, he had no way of truly describing the feeling of it all. All he knew was that it was incredible, and that he did not wish for it to end as Ashara kept her motions steady and controlled. "Gonna…I can't…" He told her in what words he could muster out. He was on the edge of release when Ashara removed her mouth from his cock, a smile etched across her face as she lifted herself up on her hands and knees. "Why…why did you stop?!"
"As enjoyable as sucking your cock is, I can think of something much more fun I can do with it." She told him as she scooted up until her soaking pussy was hovering directly over his erect penis. She rubbed her slickness up and down the length of his shaft, making both of them shudder. "You want to fuck me, Jon?"
"Yes," Jon said with a moan escaping his lips.
"You want to shoot your seed inside of me?"
Had he been asked that question at any other time, Jon would have answered no. But as Ashara continued to rut herself against him, succeeding him increasingly crazed with lust, he told her, "More than anything."
The lady of Starfall smiled wide. "Good boy," she said before lifting her hips until the head of Jon's cock was pressed against her cunt lips. She rested there for only a moment before lowering herself, pushing Jon's length into her with one quick motion. "Gods, it's been so long!"
"You feel incredible!" Jon exclaimed as Ashara's cunt squeezed around his cock. It took every bit of willpower in him to not shoot his seed into then and there, and if she had moved at all he had no doubts that he would have. Instinctually Jon moved his hands from gripping the linens and placed them on Ashara's hips, delighting in the small squeal his lover let out as he did so. "Gods, please don't let this be another dream." Jon said to himself, but Ashara heard him as though he had whispered it in her ear.
Smiling down at him, she started moving after letting the both of them catch their breath. Placing her hands on Jon's chest, Ashara began moving her hips up and down, almost letting Jon's length slip out of her completely before taking it all the way back inside of her. "God's you're hitting all my sensitive spots at once!" She cried out, never stopping in what she was doing.
As they rutted together the air became filled with the smacking of flesh and their shared moans as they drove one another wild. Not wanting to have Ashara do all the work, Jon forced himself up until he was seated on the bed. Ashara now rested in his lap as she humped herself into him, while he delved into the valley of her cleavage. He sucked, licked, and nibbled lightly until he found what he sought and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Yes! Just like that, Jon! Keep doing that!" Ashara near begged as she increased the speed of her motions. Her legs moved round to wrap around his waist as he started to thrust up into her as she moved back down onto him. "Oh gods, you're going to make me explode all around your cock!"
"Good," Jon said as took his mouth from her breast and flipped them over. Ashara laughed as her back became flush with her beds linens. Her amusement was soon replaced with pleasure as Jon thrusted all the way back inside of her, making her nearly scream with the single action. "Gods you're beautiful. So gods damned beautiful,"
Ashara could not muster a response, instead she simply began to repeat Jon's name as he continued to thrust into her. She only ceased in doing so as Jon took her mouth again with his own, delighting in how she moaned into his mouth again.
"I'm gonna explode," Jon groaned out, his mind telling him to pull out of the lovely creature beneath him so as to not risk her falling heavy with a bastard. For a moment he tried to do just that, but Ashara tightened her hold on him with her legs as she kept him secured inside of her.
"Do…Do it! Shoot your seed into me like you said you wanted to!" Ashara urged him before sucking his earlobe into her mouth. She quickly ceased such an act as a scream of pure pleasure erupted from her mouth as her back arched and her cunt clenched tight around Jons cock. With a moan of his own did Jon reach his own peak, shooting all of the pent up seed he had into her. The heat of Jon's cum sent shivers through Ashara's body, making her writhe more than she was already atop her bed.
"I've…I've never felt anything like that," Jon panted out as he rested his forehead against Ashara's own. His cock had slipped from her and carried the evidence of the pleasure they had shared as it rested against Asahara's soaked thigh. His lover only chuckled before kissing him again. "I think I'll delay my venture back North," He told her between kisses.
"Oh?" Ashara asked before framing his face with her hands. "Any particular reason?" Jon's only answer was to take her mouth again as his cock began to grow hard again. Supper came and went, just as the following dawn did. All that was heard from the pair of Jon and Ashara for the next day was their cries of pleasure from within the ladies chamber.
Oh yes, coming to Dorne was likely the best decision Jon had ever made. And Ashara was more than happy to remind him as often as she could exactly why it was.
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