"What the fuck?" Theon asked, looking around frantically. "I was just…"

"You slept with a succubus," Jon interrupted. "For real this time. What was her name?"

"Why the fuck would I ask her name?" Theon snapped, grasping the metal bars and rattling them. "Let me out of here!"

Jon shook his head and sat back down, almost unable to fathom what had happened. He swallowed thickly at the thought of Daenerys' betrayal. Shiera, he could have expected this from, but the younger succubus seemed so much sweeter, and he had allowed himself to believe that there was some sort of connection between them.

"Hey!" Theon shouted. "Let me out, damn it!"

"Will you give it a rest?" Jon muttered bitterly. "Whatever their reason for bringing us here, we're not moving until they decide to allow it."

"You might be willing to just give up, Jon, but I'm not," Theon snarled. "Come out here, you little bitch! Face me like a man!"

"Like a man?" a teasing voice asked. "Perish the thought."

A succubus walked in then, her purple eyes radiating malevolence as she looked upon Theon. She was just as nude as Daenerys and Shiera always were and carried in her right hand an ornate-looking longbow. Her silver-gold hair was thick and curly, falling to the middle of her back as a mane and framing her hauntingly beautiful heart-shaped face. Her eyes were purple, like Daenerys', but a darker shade and, Jon thought, not quite as lovely. Her body was easily on par, though, and he wondered if there was a single succubus in all the land who didn't have full breasts and wide hips.

Another succubus walked in behind her, standing shorter and with an even more curvaceous build. Her hair was nearly platinum, save for a streak of hold that ran down the middle along the left side of her head. She regarded them both coolly, her dark purple eyes looking almost bored.

"Which one is yours, Daena?" the shorter one asked. Looking at Jon, she smiled faintly and added, "Is it this pretty one?"

"No, he's the one Dany and Shiera took in together," Daena replied. "I found the loud mouth. He's irritating and holds far too high an opinion of himself, but his cock is sizeable and he has a measure of stamina."

"If you wanted more, all you had to do was come by again," Theon grinned, his demeanor changing in an instant as Daena's soft voice addled his mind. "Is this your sister? She looks like you."

"We're all sisters," the short one scoffed. "This was really the best you could find?"

"You know how seldom men are worth anything, Elaena," Daena replied. "You're up first...Theo, was it?"

"Theon," Theon corrected her, tensing slightly. That tension passed the moment Daena stepped closer and he asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

"You impressed me enough to introduce you to our queen," Daena replied, waving her hand over the lock on his cell door. "Come. She doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"Wait, your queen?" Theon asked. "Do you girls test men for her?"

"You're smarter than you look," Daena grinned as she opened the cell door. "Come."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Theon grinned. "Um, your queen isn't...old, right?"

"Come," Elaena growled, pulling him out of the cell.

"Okay, okay!" Theon grumbled as she manhandled him away. "Tell you what, Jon? As a favor to Robb, once I'm done fucking the queen's brains out, I'll try to convince her to let you go."

Jon didn't even bother replying to that, staring down at the floor of his cell as the arrogant fool was led off. He buried his head in his hands and swallowed thickly as he realized that Theon was likely completely correct.

"It was all a test," he thought to himself. "They go out into the world and fuck men, killing the ones that displease them, hoping to find ones worthy of their queen?"

The reality was that seeing Daenerys had been a big part of helping him go on after Ygritte and Cregan died. She came into his life when he was at his lowest and shone like a beacon of light in an endless sea of murky darkness. Knowing that it was all transactional on her part and that he meant nothing to her soured the whole thing, and he scowled as he looked down at the brilliant white fur under him.

"Wait, what is this thing?" Jon thought to himself as a sudden thought occurred to him.

Each of the cells he could make out has the pelt of some animal on the floor to serve as a makeshift bedroll. The others were all dull browns and grays, likely belonging to wolves or bears. His was snow white, and the fur itself looked different, almost feline. It set his cell apart from the others, and he couldn't help but wonder why. Lifting it up, he felt under it and went still as he came across what felt like rolled-up parchment.

"What's this?" he wondered to himself as he pulled it out and unfurled it.

The parchment was covered in runes he had never seen before, and as he drew it close to get a better look in the dull torchlight of the dungeon, he noticed that it smelled strongly of Daenerys. Inhaling her scent brought a smile to his face despite everything, and as he turned it over, he saw a crude drawing of what looked like the door to a cell.

"Could it be?" he asked mentally, wondering if perhaps his succubus lover actually cared about him at all.

He recalled how Daena had unlocked Theon's cell seemingly by magic and felt a small glimmer of hope. Few men who met succubi survived the encounters, and he imagined that of those who impressed them enough to be brought here, none had ever truly satisfied their queen. It was possible that she kept a harem of capable men here that saw to her every need, but he doubted that they'd need to keep seeking out men if that was the case. He also wasn't nearly arrogant enough to think that he'd necessarily be up to the task of satisfying her just because he'd pleased Daenerys and Shiera.

He waved the parchment over the lock and clapped a hand over his mouth to hold in the triumphant sound that escaped his lips as he heard it unlock. He had a chance to escape, and he wasn't going to let himself mess it up by celebrating prematurely. He carefully opened the cell door and closed it behind him. There was one other prisoner there, someone Jon didn't recognize, but he was still asleep, and he had no way of knowing if he'd slow him down at all. Reluctantly, he left the man behind and made his way to the staircase at the end of the hall.

Climbing the steps up, he noticed just how well-constructed it all looked. He'd never been inside a true castle before, but from the tales he'd heard, this looked like the interior of one, and he gulped as he realized that getting out might be less simple than he'd hoped. It was a very small staircase, connecting only two floors, and as Jon realized that he had no way out save for the single path, he just hoped there was no one on the other side and opened the door.

The room he found was empty and long, with numerous torches lighting it. The small windows in it were enough to prove that he was above ground and that it was still night out, but weren't nearly big enough for him to slip through. As he continued along, he noticed that there was a tapestry on the wall next to him, one that seemed to depict a scene of some sort. It featured a woman with silvery hair and purple eyes dressed like a princess. In the first segment, she looked young, certainly a child, and next to her stood a knight in shining armor.

The knight appeared again in the next segment, his dark hair and green eyes distinct enough to show that he was the same man. He was nude, as was the princess, who looked older, and Jon didn't need too much deductive skill to figure out what had happened. The dissatisfied, bored look on the princess' face and the comically tiny cock on the knight were proof enough. In the third and final segment, the knight held a black tome in his hands and looked angrily at the princess, who now had horns and wings.

"The queen's curse," a voice spoke behind him, and Jon jumped, completely startled.

He turned around, preparing to try and fight whoever had found him, only to go still as he realized who it was.

"Daenerys?" he breathed.

"Shh," Daenerys shushed him, placing a finger over his lips. "There isn't time. You must go, now."

"Dany, what is all of this?" Jon whispered.

"Jon, I…" Daenerys went to protest.

"Please," Jon begged.

"The queen's curse extends to all of us," Daenerys hissed. "Her knight and lover was so furious when she scorned him for failing to please her that he cursed her to never know satisfaction. She was the heir to her father's throne and should have ruled her kingdom after him, but after her transformation she was chased off. That was centuries ago now, and she has lived with her unceasing hunger ever since."

"Where do you all come in?" Jon asked.

"Her attempts to break the curse resulted in progeny," Daenerys replied. "She's borne more than a dozen of us by now, each cursed with a hunger nearly as bad as her own. We're charged with separating the wheat from the chaff, so to speak, ruling out men not worth her time at all and bringing those who please us to try and break her curse, but none of them ever do. Your friend's already dead, and you will die too if you don't run. Please, Jon."

"This is why Shiera was so angry with you," Jon breathed. "You should have brought me here moons ago, right?"

"Jon," Daenerys whimpered.

"Come with me," Jon begged, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her hair.

"I can't," Daenerys wept.

"You can," Jon insisted. "We can run off together. My family…"

"Would become targets," Daenerys argued.

"Then we can go somewhere else," Jon murmured. "Please, I...you're the one good thing that's happened to me during this waking nightmare."

"I know," Daenerys whispered, her throat tight and her eyes misty. "You were in so much pain when we met, and I couldn't bear the thought of adding to it. You were so good that I should have brought you here that night. Even if I decided not to, I definitely shouldn't have gone back as often as I did, but...you were so good."

"Then come with me," Jon whispered, smiling proudly.

"They're my family," Daenerys sighed, shaking her head. "I can't abandon them."

Jon looked at her and sighed, realizing that there truly was no way that he was going to change her mind. He looked down and noticed for the first time that she had her fist clenched around something.

"What's that?" he asked.

"A map," Daenerys replied, handing him the rolled-up parchment. "The others are all in the throne room with our mother. I only got away because I was ordered to bring the next one to her."

The mention of the next one reminded Jon that Theon was already gone, something that he hadn't even processed the first time she mentioned it, and he felt his heart lurch at the thought of how Robb was going to react.

"How will you explain my escape?" he asked.

"Your cell is further down from Shaera's catch, and there's no reason for me to look in on you here," Daenerys replied. "Escapes have happened before, though they're rare. We're upriver from your town, and there's a small boat docked just outside the fort's walls. One of my sisters found it interesting enough to steal and quickly grew bored of it. Follow the path I drew out for you, and you'll be fine. I would recommend spending some time in another town, though."

"Alright," Jon sighed. "Thank you for saving me."

"I had to," Daenerys replied, kissing him softly. "Goodbye, Jon."

"Goodbye," Jon replied.

He fled then, following the path that had been set out for him by Daenerys and not looking back for a moment.


"The traitor returns," an unpleasant voice chuckled as Jon ran through the town gate.

"Ramsay, I don't have time for you," Jon muttered. "I have news of grave importance to all of us."

"I'm sure you do," Ramsay grinned. "My father wants a word with you."

He nodded then, and two of the guards at the gate grabbed Jon, who struggled against them immediately.

"What in the hells is this?" he growled.

"We know you're in league with the demons, Jon," Ramsay replied, making him go still. "As I said, my father wants a word with you."

Ramsay Bolton's father, Roose, had been the mayor of their town for as long as he remembered. A cold, dispassionate man, he governed efficiently and was usually fair, but he was unsettling at the best of times, and his son was a cunt. Ramsay had also apprenticed under their town's old smith and had always hated that Jon was his better. The two of them both plied their trades within the town, and though Jon was more popular and got more business, Ramsay automatically got to handle anything big that the town at large needed thanks to his connection to Roose.

It was still early, with only the first few rays of light peeking out on the horizon, and no one else seemed to notice as Jon was forcefully escorted to Roose Bolton's house. The man's icy eyes fell on him immediately as he was pushed through the door, and the barest hint of a smile formed on his face.

"Leave us," he commanded, and the two guards turned around without hesitation.

"Father, I…" Ramsay went to object.

"Now!" Roose hissed, glaring at his son, who looked furious but left without another word.

"Mayor Bolton, I swear…" Jon went to say.

"Sit," Roose muttered, pointing at the two chairs by his fireplace.

He obeyed, watching as the mayor poured two cups of lemon water and handed him one of them.

"It seems you're in quite the unfortunate situation, Stark," Roose muttered.

"I'm not in league with the succubi," Jon insisted.

"It does seem out of character, I'll admit, but the evidence is pretty damning," Roose murmured. "A succubus was seen flying out of your home multiple times over the past few moons…"

"Seen by who?" Jon asked, hoping to mask his fear with indignation.

"Irrelevant," Roose replied. As Jon realized that almost certainly meant Ramsay, the man continued, saying, "On top of that, Theon Greyjoy, a man you famously don't get along with, was taken by one just yesterday, the same time that you disappeared. Now you're back, having, I imagine, somehow escaped from their clutches, something that no one else has ever managed."

"It isn't like that!" Jon exclaimed. "A succubus did visit me a few times because she liked me, and though she was forced to abduct me, she let me go. I know where they live; we can tell the surrounding towns and assemble a…"

"Lead more men into their den?" Roose chuckled. "I think not."

"I...you don't give a damn about them or about their victims," Jon accused.

"The demons are a fact of life, a force of nature," Roose replied with a small grin. "We could no more end them than we could end earthquakes or storms. We can, however, viciously punish those among us who would work with them."

Jon sat back, staring at the man in horror. They had a chance here to strike a definite blow against creatures who killed their men at their leisure, and this shortsighted arsehole was going to throw it away to benefit his son. More men would die because of him, and there wasn't a single thing that he could do. Even if he could get to his father and the rest of his family, there was no guarantee that they'd be able to help him.

"Did your family know of your little tryst, I wonder?" Roose continued, that same small grin, on his face and Jon jumped to his feet.

"You son of a…" he snarled, ready to throttle the man in front of him.

A pair of guards rushed in, clubs in hand, and glared menacingly at him, making him back down.

"What do you want?" Jon asked.

"Officially, you were taken by the demons," Roose replied. "No one saw you return, no one who isn't loyal to me, anyway, and as far as anyone knows, you're dead. I could give you a trial, which wouldn't end well for you, and who knows who else might end up taken in as an accomplice in your treason? Alternatively, you can leave tonight and never return."

"You're seriously going to turn down an opportunity to strike against he succubi just to make Ramsay the only blacksmith in town?" Jon asked. "Men will die because of this."

"That's what men do," Roose replied coldly. "You'd really lead an army against the one who freed you?"

Jon swallowed at that, and Roose's grin widened. In truth, he'd hoped to rescue her and sneak her off while the other succubi were scattered. He couldn't kill her and didn't want to hurt her, but if it meant saving lives, he was willing to oppose her. His intentions didn't matter at all, though, and it was all for naught. Roose would make sure that the town turned against him, and on his own, he'd never convince any nearby settlements to band together.

"I knew you'd see things my way," Roose smiled as Jon's face fell. Looking at his guards, he commanded, "Keep Jon comfortable downstairs until nightfall."

"Yes, ser," one of them replied.

The two of them slapped their clubs gently against their hands and pointed towards the staircase. As Jon walked towards his second prison cell of the day, he swore that if he ever got the chance, he was going to make Roose and Ramsay both pay.


Jon was held until after nightfall and then quietly escorted out by the town guards and given a horse and enough supplies for the night. It was more generosity than he'd have expected from the cuntish mayor, but as he left the only home he'd ever known, rage blooming in his heart, gratitude was the last thing on his mind. All of his family and friends lived in Winterfell, and he had only a couple minor associates in the nearby settlements. He had no one to turn to, and while he did have skills that he could make use of in a new village, he had no idea where to even go.

He was also very, very tired.

"Ygritte, Cregan, that whole mess with the succubi, and now this?" he thought to himself, wondering what higher power he'd managed to anger.

It just all seemed so pointless and his weariness grew greater the further down the road his horse went. When Daenerys came into his life, there had been a part of him more than willing to give up, and as he faced the possibility that he might actually be banished from his home for good, that part of him grew larger. Sure, he could find a way to reach out to his family, let them know that he was alive, and come up with some kind of plan to deal with the Boltons, but there was no guarantee it would work, and he might cause more harm than good.

The narrative Roose set out was convincing. With him escaping from the Succubi's clutches and Theon of all men dying, it made it look like he really was working with them. Though he'd always been a friend of Robb's, there was no love lost between Theon and him, and that was well known. While Daenerys had said that others had escaped from them over the centuries, no one he knew had ever heard of it, and it wouldn't be hard to use his own survival against him.

"I can't go back, and I can't bring myself to go forward, so where can I go?" he asked himself, getting a neigh from his horse in response. He laughed humorlessly and stroked his mount's hair, saying, "Life's so much simpler for you, isn't it? In exchange for carrying us around, you can eat well, have a good chance of shelter when you need it, and fuck who you ple…"

He trailed off then, his own words giving him an answer to the question he'd been wrestling with since Roose first imprisoned him. His family likely couldn't help him, and he had few contacts in the surrounding villages who could, but that didn't mean there wasn't anyone out there that he knew. It was a desperate gambit, and the penalty for failure would be death, but in that moment he was more than willing to make such a bet. If he succeeded, who knew what help he could get from the succubi?

He urged the horse onward, leading him off the main road and towards the fort he'd escaped from just the previous night. It was small and covered in moss, sitting atop a short hill. He had presumably been flown there the first time and took the boat down the narrow river nearby it as he escaped. As he tried to reach it on horseback, he quickly realized why no one else had tried to build anything there. Much of the surrounding area was marshland, and he was forced to abandon his horse not long after he reached the unpleasant terrain, turning him around and sending him on his way. As he drew close to where he was sure the fort lay, an arrow whizzed past his head, burying itself in the tree behind him.

"Daena!?" he called out, hoping his archer happened to be the one who had abducted Theon.

"You know me, human?" the beautiful succubus asked, landing right in front of him. "You...you're the pretty one!"

He saw that she had a quiver strapped to her back, and he almost laughed as he realized that was the closest thing to clothing he'd ever seen a succubus wear.

"I prefer Jon," Jon replied dryly. "I'm here to fuck your queen."

Daena laughed loudly at that, saying, "You have quite the pair, don't you?"

"I've had no complaints," Jon replied.

"Why come back?" Daena asked. "It's a rare man who manages to escape us, and none has ever returned willingly."

"I understand your mother is cursed, and given how well I managed to satisfy both Daenerys and Shiera, I figured I'd see if I could break it," Jon replied. "That is why you've been bringing men here, right? You hope that if someone finally manages to satisfy her, it will break the curse on all of you?"

"Dany helped you escape, didn't she?" Daena chuckled. "Crafty little bitch."

"Will you help me across?" Jon asked rather than answer her.

"Oh, of course I will," Daena grinned, stepping closer.

He hadn't been in the right frame of mind to pay much attention to anything when he woke in their dungeon, but he was calmer then and noticed that Daena's horns were even longer than Shiera's, and he wondered if they continued to change in minor ways throughout their lives. They didn't seem to age, if their progenitor had indeed been alive for centuries, but that didn't mean that time had no affect on them at all.

Before he could ask, Daena wrapped her arms around him and beat her wings against the air, lifting them both up. Jon cried out in shock and held her tightly, suddenly glad that he hadn't been conscious for this part. The succubus laughed at his discomfort and flew him right toward the little fort. It was even smaller than he'd thought, and he could tell by the light of the torches affixed to its walls by the main gate that it was rather worn down, but he supposed they didn't need much space given how few of them there seemed to be.

"Why is he awake?" one of the succubi asked as she spotted him, looking instantly wary of him.

"He came willingly, Rhaena," Daena replied. "He wants to fuck Mother."

"He…" Rhaena trailed off in shock, walking closer to them.

This one had the largest breasts of any succubus he'd ever seen and looked fuller-figured in general. Her body had a softness that exceeded that of her sisters, with plush hips, thick thighs, and a soft belly. Her hair was uniformly golden with not a hint of silver, and even in the faint torchlight that illuminated them, he could see that her eyes were the same shade of purple as Daena's and Elaena's.

"Jon?" Shiera asked, joining them just then. "You came back."

"I had to," Jon replied simply.

Knowing that he had a single task in all the world to do and that it would end in either his death or a potential solution to his problems back home was oddly freeing. He didn't need to worry about anything else just then, as he would simply succeed or fail, and that would be that.

"The queen will wish to see you," Shiera murmured. "I'll take him from here, Daena."

"Okay," Daena shrugged. "I'm going to go see if I can hunt something more eatable."

"Have fun," Rhaena murmured.

"She hunts at night?" Jon asked as he walked with Shiera.

"We see in the dark better than humans do," she replied. "It's not perfect, and the torches still help, but it's enough that she can seek out and kill her prey with ease. Why in the world did you come back?"

"My town's mayor fucked me over," Jon replied. "I have no real means to fight back and no future worth pursuing outside of Winterfell. I'll probably die trying to break your mother's curse, but I have a chance, and that's more than I really have there."

"Daenerys shared much, it would seem," Shiera muttered. "You know the story of the Cole dog and his tiny cock?"

"That would be the knight from the tapestry?" Jon asked.

"The very same," Shiera hissed. "A cunt by all accounts."

"Considering that he caused all this, I can't disagree," Jon muttered.

She led him to a large pair of heavy-looking doors and opened them with ease before calling out, "My queen, we have a man for you, one who comes eagerly of his own accord."

"Is that so?" the most startlingly beautiful voice he'd ever heard asked.

He'd been led into what was plainly a throne room and almost certainly the largest room in the fort. Various succubi were scattered about, and each one went silent as they saw him approach. They were all naked and just as beautiful as he'd have expected, but only two of them drew his attention. The first was Daenerys, who looked horrified at the sight of him, and the other was far and away the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

He had thought that Rhaena had the largest breasts of any succubus, but she was nowhere near as buxom as the beauty sitting on the ornate-looking throne at the end of the room. Her plump mounds were bigger than her head, yet impossibly perky and capped with large pink nipples, which were pointed right at him. Her horns were longer and thicker than any he'd seen yet, and pitch black, curling upward and pointing towards the ceiling. As she stood up and spread her majestic wings, he saw that her hips were very wide and plush, giving her a perfect hourglass figure, and her legs looked long and toned, surprising since she was not terribly tall. The most surprising feature was her tail, a long, black, leathery thing that unfurled from around her waste and swiftly wrapped around Daenerys' throat.

"How fascinating?" she growled, forcing the younger succubus to her knees. "This one escapes from my clutches, something that hasn't happened once since we moved to this fortress, only to come back. Shiera dear, is there something that you failed to tell me?"

"Let her go!" Jon exclaimed before Shiera could reply, trying not to react as Daenerys' wide eyes gained a pleading look.

"She helped you escape, and you came back here fearing that she'd been punished for her transgression, yes?" the queen asked. "The irony is that I never would have suspected if you hadn't come back."

"You're the woman from the tapestry, yes?" Jon asked, stepping forward. "The one who was cursed by a pathetic man unable to come to terms with his own inadequacies?"

"That's one way of putting it," the queen replied, loosening her grip on Daenerys a little.

"I wasn't cursed, but I was also done harm by a self-serving cunt," Jon replied. "My home is lost to me, and I have nowhere else to go. I didn't return here for her or for Shiera. I returned here for you."

"Interesting," the queen grinned, looking more intrigued than angry for the first time since he arrived.

"I want your help, and I'm prepared to pay for it in the only currency I imagine you care for," Jon continued.

Without another word, he flicked the small knife in the sleeve of his tunic into his hand and sliced through his belt. It gave way, and his breeches fell, revealing his long, thick, half-hard cock. Seeing the queen's guards tense, he tossed the blade away and pulled his tunic off. The queen let Daenerys go, and the young succubus gave Jon a pleading look. Whether she was pleading for help or for him to somehow flee, he could do neither, and he focused on the queen as he stepped closer to her.

Up close, he was able to make out her features better, and he was taken aback by how gorgeous she was. All succubi were beautiful, and they all looked similar enough to each other that one could tell instantly that they were related. They all descended from this one, though, and not one of them outshone the original. Her heart-shaped face was perfection made manifest, her pale skin flawless, and her full red lips inviting even if you knew how dangerous she truly was. Her nose was straight and slight, her brows perfectly shaped, and her long silver-gold hair fell straight to her arse. Most captivating of all were her purple eyes, a brighter shade than any he'd seen yet, and he found himself mesmerized.

"I can't recall the last time a man openly sought me out like this," the queen smiled. "Those who weren't scared off by the horns, wings, and tail learned to fear my reputation."

"I'm afraid it didn't precede you," Jon murmured, grinning as her eyes fell on his rapidly hardening cock. "Neither did your name."

"Rhaenyra," the queen replied. "You're a bold one, Jon. I hope it isn't all empty bluster."

For his sake, so did he. Before he could say anything, though, her tail wrapped around his waist and pulled him in flush against her body. She grabbed his head and pulled him down to kiss him, plunging her tongue into his mouth, and his hands quickly found her arse, kneading the large, plump cheeks eagerly. He returned her kiss in kind, brushing his tongue against hers and exploring her mouth.

He noticed the other succubi fly off and return a moment later with various pelts, which they piled in the center of the throneroom. Rhaenyra walked him backwards toward the pile, and her tail tripped him up as he reached it. Even as they tumbled backward, they continued kissing, their tongues dueling for dominance in their mouths. He landed with a grunt and moaned into her mouth as she immediately started grinding her sweltering hot, dripping cunt on his cock.

"Promising so far, but it will take more than you being a good kisser to get my hopes up," Rhaenyra whispered. Taking his cock in hand, she said, "This is also promising."

"I honestly thought it was too big before I met Daenerys," Jon muttered, groaning as she started stroking him with her soft hand.

"There's no such thing," Rhaenyra purred.

She let him go and used her wings to fly up into the air just enough to turn around. As she landed, her slick cunt was in his face, and he eyed the bare mound with its full, fleshy lips and let out a shuddering breath as the scent of her arousal made his cock throb. She seemed to be freshly bathed, and as he parted her tight labia and got a closer look at her pulsating hole, he was more than willing to taste her. Her nether tongue slipped out to graze his lips, and just as he was about to suck on it, Rhaenyra swallowed his entire shaft to the root in one swift movement.

"Holy fuck!" Jon cried as she swallowed around his cock.

She bobbed her head up and down, sucking him with such startling skill that he swore his eyes were going to cross. The first time Daenerys sucked his cock, he thought he was going to die, and not just because she'd kill him for failing to last more than a few seconds with her. She was so much better than any human woman he'd ever had; it was mind-boggling, and that was nothing compared to Rhaenyra. Her hot little mouth and positively devilish tongue worked him over in ways that he could barely fathom, stimulating every bit of his cock constantly.

If she had been the one who came for him that first time, he'd have not lived to see midnight, much less dawn. He had a fair bit of experience fucking succubi by this point, though, and it paid off as he didn't spill within moments of the pleasurable assault. Craning his head up, he sunk his fingers into her fleshy arse and pulled her cunt towards his mouth. He lapped at her slick folds hungrily, groaning at the delightfully heady taste. Rhaenyra moaned as he began swirling the tip of his tongue around her taut little pearl, and the vibrations around his cock made him groan in pleasure.

She started grinding her cunt on his face, clearly enjoying what he was doing, but it quickly became clear to him that her orgasm wasn't building nearly as quickly as his was. He was sure that her milk could revive his erection at least as well as her daughters' could, but she was clearly the most difficult succubus to please, and if he could avoid cumming down her throat, he figured that would give him a better chance of succeeding.

Changing tactics, he shoved his tongue inside her as far as it would go and smiled when her nether tongue came to meet it. He coaxed it out and sucked gently on it, making Rhaenyra moan more loudly. He continued this for a couple minutes, using every trick he'd learned with Daenerys, but though the queen of the succubi seemed to enjoy what he was doing, her tight tunnel didn't quiver in the slightest. Realizing that something had to chance, he rolled them onto their sides. The new position made it harder for her to suck his cock and gave him even greater access to her drenched cunt. As he moved though, he accidentally licked higher than he intended to, and his tongue swiped against her puckered arsehole.

"Fuck!" Rhaenrya cried, letting his cock slip from her lips as her whole body went tense at the unfamiliar sensation.

She was clean enough that her arse tasted like very little other than salty skin, and that was the greatest reaction he'd gotten yet, so Jon shrugged and started licking her tightest hole in small little circles. His efforts had her quivering and shaking within seconds, and he had to hold onto her arse more firmly to keep her in place. Once he had a better grip on her, he moved one hand towards her tail, gently gripping the base of it, and used the other to start fingering her fluttering cunt. He pumped two of his thick fingers in and out of her and stroked her clit with his thumb while continuing to paint her sensitive arsehole with his tongue.

"Enough!" Rhaenyra cried after another minute of that treatment, pushing him over and flying upward.

"Do you not want to cum?" Jon asked, confused.

"I haven't cum in five hundred years!" Rhaenyra hissed. "I want it more than anything, but I've felt that tension inside me often enough to know that it will build and build without end until I go mad. The terms of that dog's curse were clear. I will know no relief and no love until I find a man with the cock of a bull and he manages to make me cum with it."

"Please tell me you killed him," Jon grumbled.

"I was driven off before I could," Rhaenyra huffed as she landed. "It was some time until I learned how strong he had inadvertently made me, and by then, the idea of returning to the home I'd been so painfully expelled from hurt too much to bother."

"So much death and destruction caused by one man's inability to accept that a princess he probably wasn't even worthy of being with just wasn't that interested in him," Jon thought sadly. "Rhaenyra's been cursed with a hunger she couldn't sate for centuries; no wonder she's become so cruel."

He did wonder what would happen if he succeeded. What would the curse being broken actually do? Would it make her human again? Would her daughters become human? If he was exceedingly lucky, he'd find out.

"Now, Jon, you've been impressive so far, and I can see why my youngest is so taken with you," Rhaenyra murmured as she moved to straddle him. "This is your true test, though."

Her nether tongue slipped from her silky cunt and wrapped around his cock before lifting it up. The second she was in position, she sunk down in one smooth motion, gasping as she felt him reach parts of her she wasn't sure anyone had ever touched.

"Oh, gods!" she cried, resting her hands on his shoulders.

Jon gritted his teeth as her absolutely magical cunt enveloped him. She was so hot, so tight, and so bloody wet, he swore she was perfection itself. This more than anything was probably why she had been driven to madness over the centuries. Holding on at all inside her was going to be a challenge, and he honestly wondered if how good she felt was part of the curse or if she had been like this before it.

"Isn't he wonderful, Mother?" Daenerys asked, her voice brimming with hope. "I swear his cock is a gift from the gods."

"And yet you kept him from me, didn't you?" Rhaenyra asked, glaring at her daughter.

"I'm so sorry, Mother," Daenerys whimpered. "It's just that he is such a good, kind, and gifted man, and I…"

"His worth will be decided here and now," Rhaenyra hissed, signaling to another succubus to watch her.

"Does knowing how she feels about me not change anything for you?" Jon couldn't help but ask.

"If I go too long without trying to break the curse, the hunger becomes madness-inducing and I lose all control of myself," Rhaenyra replied. "It's even worse as I actually get close to ecstasy, and having a man go limp on me as I hover on the edge of it fills me with such a blinding rage that even my daughters know to flee. I hope for your sake that you manage, as I have hoped with everyone else who's ever tried."

She started to bounce on his cock then, and Jon groaned in pleasure as her velvety insides massaged his length masterfully. It was the most incredible thing he'd ever experienced, and faster than he had the first time with Daenerys, he felt his orgasm coming. She was sin incarnate, a creature molded by sorcery to be the end of any man she laid eyes on. It was insanely cruel on the part of the one who cursed her, and he sympathized greatly, wondering how many men she'd come to care for only to kill in her lustful frenzies in the past, but he couldn't focus on that just then. He had to get her off; his very life depended on it, and that meant distracting himself from the mind-melting pleasure she was giving him.

He dug his dull nails into his palms so hard they broke the skin and hissed, welcoming the distracting pain. Rhaenyra sped up, alternating between grinding herself on him and bouncing, all the while clenching around him each time she tugged on his cock, and her slippery nether tongue teased his sensitive flesh in ways that drove him wild. Her massive breasts bounced on her chest hypnotically, the jiggling mounds beckoning to him like a siren's song. Her purple eyes no longer held the rage they'd had when he first arrived, nor the cold indifference they'd gained later. They were black with lust and filled with a pleading longing, her very gaze begging him to end her torment once and for all.

"Your cock is...agh...incredible!" Rhaenyra moaned as she sped up further, rubbing her clit frantically. "You're so deep."

She rode him with wild abandon, desperately seeking a release she'd been denied for longer than he could truly fathom. He gripped her hips, holding her tightly, and started thrusting up into her in time with her movements, driving his cock as deep as it could go each time. He struck the entrance to her womb only once, earning a grunt and a glare from her before she shifted positions slightly. Being careful not to make that mistake again, he tried other angles, hoping to find one that made her pleasured cries grow louder.

He was in a losing battle, though, and he knew it, racing towards his own climax while she remained stubbornly far from her own. He knew that he'd have a few in him before he truly ended up in trouble, and when he felt the first hint of fluttering around his cock, he let go with a strangled groan, filling her up with his copious seed. Rhaenyra glared at him, but he ignored her, cupping one of her huge tits and bringing the nipple to his lips.

"I do appreciate a man who doesn't need instruction," Rhaenyra grinned as he drank deeply.

Her sweet milk invigorated him, making his cock throb, feeling harder than steel despite his orgasm. He started fucking her with greater vigor, changing the angle of his thrusts again, and groaned as he felt his bulbous head slip inside something at the very back of her tight tunnel. She cried out in pleasure, sounding shocked, and he felt a wave of relief as her inner walls fluttered around him again.

With Daenerys and Shiera, he'd quickly realized that pacing his consumption of their milk was a good idea, since it could make him harden again rapidly if he came. He still knew that but felt compelled to drink more as he swallowed the sweet, warm fluid. Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around his head, moaning and screaming with pleasure as he continued to pound up into her and suck on her large, pink nipples. He switched back and forth between them, drinking greedily, and started to feel almost inebriated.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop!" Rhaenyra cried. "Fuck, that feels so good!"

"Has she ever looked like this before, Rhaella?" he barely heard Daenerys ask softly.

"Not that I can remember," Rhaella replied.

While Jon appreciated hearing that, he couldn't help but feel frustrated. Either of the succubi he'd bedded before would have cum by then, Daenerys more than once, and yet Rhaenyra's pleasure seemed to plateau. He felt her copious fluids run down his shaft and coat his balls, soaking the furs, under them, and knew that she was close, but she seemed somehow stuck. He let go of the nipple in his mouth and buried his face between her heavy mounds, trying to think of what else he could do. When he tried to roll them over, she growled and forced him onto his back, making him grunt.

"If I can make her cum, she's mine," he thought to himself, unable to fathom how much gratitude he'd feel if someone got him off for the first time in centuries, "but I'm not going to be able to keep this up forever. I need something else, but what?"

"More, more, more, more!" Rhaenyra screamed unhelpfully.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and looked down, saw her tail spasming oddly. Wondering if it might be sensitive, he reached down and wrapped his hand around the base, drawing a loud, lewd cry from her pouty lips. Grinning, he stroked the leathery length, hoping that it might help when another thought occurred to him. She'd enjoyed having her arse licked, and it was possible that stimulating the other hole might be just what he needed. He snaked his hand between them, letting Rhaenyra's fluids soak his fingers, and then reached around.

"FUCK!" Rhaenyra shrieked as he pushed a soaking wet finger inside her tight arsehole.

The reaction was immediate as she went still, her beautiful eyes wide in shock. Her cunt spasmed around his length, and he knew that he let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. The double penetration seemed to be something completely new to her, and he took full advantage of the dangerous woman's shock. He fucked her hard and fast while pumping his thick digit in and out of her almost painfully tight hole, and her screams grew louder. She seemed to be getting closer to her orgasm, but so was he, and he desperately tried to hold on.

"Just like that, just like that, gods, yes!" Rhaenyra cried. "I think I'm actually going to...holy shit I'm…"

Jon scrunched his eyes closed as he came, feeling simultaneous ecstasy and horror at the thought of how she'd react. His fear was for naught though, as while he felt his balls tighten and rope after rope of his seed spill into her, she let out an almost avian shriek and came hard. A flood of her juices sprayed out of her, utterly soaking his lap. He pulled his finger from her arse and held onto the convulsing, writhing succubus for dear life. She thrashed about wildly, nearly goring him with her horns in the process, and he rolled her onto her back.

"I...that...what…" she babbled, her eyes filling with tears as she came down from her titanic climax.

The throneroom was utterly silent as the gathered succubi gawked at them; their jaws uniformly dropped at the shock of seeing their mother finally cum. For her part, Rhaenyra stared up at him with such awe and affection it took him aback for a moment. That affection was quickly replaced by hunger and rage, something he doubted was directed at him.

"More!" she growled. "I need more."

"I'll give you all you need and then some," Jon vowed, feeling more powerful in that moment that he ever had in his life.

He cupped her heavy breasts and brought one of her nipples to his mouth, drinking deeply, and felt his cock rapidly reharden. Rhaenyra held him in place, eager for him to continue, and he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.
"This is what you craved all along, isn't it?" Jon asked, gazing into her eyes as his own began to look almost feral.

"Yes," Rhaenyra whimpered, sounding half-delirious.

"This is what that pathetic knight couldn't give you," Jon continued, pulling most of his cock from her clinging depths and thrusting back inside hard. "You've spent five centuries desperately searching for a real man, the kind who fuck you like you deserve."

"Yes!" Rhaenyra cried. "Gods, yes!"

"He's actually going to do it," Shiera gasped, sounding awed. "He's going to break the curse."

"What kind of monster did you find, Dany?" Daena asked, having joined them at some point.

"He's amazing," Daenerys smiled, sounding utterly relieved.

"Don't stop, don't you fucking stop!" Rhaenyra cried.

Stopping was the last thing Jon wanted to do in that moment, both because she'd kill him and because he was in heaven. He fucked her hard and fast, making her massive breasts jiggle and roll across her chest. Her cunt remained the most incredible thing he'd ever felt in his life, but he didn't feel like it was an insurmountable challenge anymore. He might have expected that with him having already made her cum, but there was more to it. Strength beyond anything he'd felt in his life flooded his entire body, and he welcomed it eagerly.

"AHH!" Rhaenrya screamed as she came again, squirting all over the furs under them again, and he took advantage of her distraction to pull out of her spasming cunt and flip her over.

Burying himself to the hilt inside her again, he dug his fingers into her hips so hard that if she were human, he'd be certain that he'd leave bruises, and quickly worked his way up to a brutal pace.

"Holy fuck!" Rhaenyra wailed, clawing at the furs under her as she threw her arse back against him hard in time with his thrusts. "I love your fucking cock!"

Her tail wrapped around his waist, pulling him in harder, and he grinned. If he was confident that she wouldn't kill him for it, he would have slapped her arse because it was easily the most incredible he'd ever seen. Large, thick, and round, it rippled and jiggled with each impact of his hips, mesmerizing him. He wasn't willing to risk spanking her, but there was one thing he already knew that she wouldn't rip his head off over.

"Oh gods!" Rhaenyra cried as he pushed a newly soaked finger inside her hot, tight arse.

"You really love that, don't you?" Jon asked.

"I do," Rhaenyra whimpered, sounding tired for the first time since he started fucking her.

"How many fingers do you think you could take?" Jon asked. "Do you think you could take another?"

"Try it," Rhaenyra replied shakily.

He pulled back and slowly pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her stretch around them quickly. Looking around, he saw that the other succubi were either openly masturbating or having sex with each other. He felt his cock throb at the sight and forced himself to look back down at Rhaenyra. She had taken two of his fingers well, and he decided to try carefully adding a third, grinning as she moaned loudly at it. The heat of her arse was incredible, and he couldn't imagine how she'd feel around his cock, but he wanted to find out.

"So good, so good!" Rhaenyra babbled. "I'm going to cum again!"

"Do it," Jon growled, pushing her down and pounding her right into the pile of furs under them. "Cum on my cock in front of all your daughters. Let them see how whorish their mother truly is!"

He wouldn't have dared speak to her like that before and drew a couple wary glances from the other succubi, particularly from Dany for it. He felt bolder than he ever had in his life, though, and somehow knew that rather than growing angry, Rhaenyra would only be further aroused by his words. Indeed, she wailed in ecstasy, cumming hard, and he decided to push another boundary. Easing his cock from her quivering cunt, he pulled his fingers from her arse and, taking a second to line himself up, pushed inside her final hole.

Rhaenyra's scream echoed through the throne room, and she whipped her head around to look at him in shock, her eyes wide.

"How more bullish could I be than to conquer all three of your holes?" Jon asked, grinning as he pushed more of his cock inside her furnace of an arse. "I'm going to break your curse if I have to break your mind to do it. You'll barely remember your own name by the time I'm done with you."

"Do it!" Rhaenyra screamed, pushing herself back against him. "Break me!"

He brought his hand down on her right arsecheek hard, making her shriek, and grabbed a fistful of her hair, near the scalp, to pull her head back. Rhaenyra's orgasmic screams grew shriller as her throat became hoarse, but he didn't let up for a moment. This wasn't about his survival at this point, or the Boltons, or Daenerys. His sole focus was on fucking this succubus queen senseless, and he swore he would if it took him hours, even days.

"Yes, yes, yes, YES!" Rhaenyra squealed, cumming again.

She writhed in his arms as wave after wave of the pleasure she'd been denied for centuries coursed through her and went limp under him as it ended. He had no desire to stop until he'd cum at least one more time and kept up his rough pounding. Rhaenyra's tail unwound from his waist and snaked up to push inside her cunt. She moaned pitifully, and he wondered what she was planning, but he could feel her tail against the underside of his cock through the thin barrier between her cunt and arse, and that felt wonderful.

He furrowed his brow in confusion as she pulled her tail out a moment later and then squeaked as he got his answer to the question of what she was planning. She'd been wetting her tail for one particular purpose, shoving it up his arse.

"Fuck!" Jon cried as he felt it press against something inside him that made him see stars.

"Turnabout's...fair play," Rhaenyra panted, laughing deliriously. "Cum, Jon...please."

He had been holding his own pretty well up to that point, having felt like he could go on for quite a while after his second orgasm, but with the added stimulation of whatever the hell her tail was doing to him, he didn't stand a chance. He fucked her harder and faster, chasing a release that seemed to be barreling towards him, and found it a moment later. He cried out her name, cumming harder than he ever had in his life as he filled her bowels with what felt like a barrel of his seed.

"Wha...wha...YES!" Rhaenyra screamed as pleasure exploded across her body suddenly and without warning.

A crimson light began to glow between her breasts, radiating outward and spreading across her form. Jon had collapsed after his orgasm, barely managing to hold himself up on his arms, and by the time the light spread far enough to envelope him as well, he was too busy panting for breath to ask what was happening. He felt a terrible itch form on his back, near his shoulder blades, as well as on his head, and went to scratch it when he realized that he couldn't move.

"What's happening?" Daenerys asked. "Visenya?"

"I've never seen this before," the older succubus replied.

"But you're the oldest of us," Daena pointed out.

"It's the curse," Shiera guessed, smiling. "It's fina...oh!"

The light faded, and Jon pulled his cock from Rhaenyra's arsehole, prompting her to remove her tail from his. Struggling to his feet, he stood up, looking around in confusion at the strange looks he was getting.

"What?" he asked.

"Jon," Daenerys breathed, flying over to him. "Look!"

She reached up towards something on either side of him, and it was only as she stroked them that he realized he'd grown wings. His hands flew to his head where two large horns, longer and thicker than any of theirs, had grown, and he looked down to see a tail hanging from his lower back.

"I feel...for the first time in forever, I don't feel hungr…" Rhaenyra trailed off as she sat up, her jaw dropping as she looked at him.

"What the hell happened?" Jon asked.

"You broke the curse," Shiera replied, flying over to him. "My guess would be that you were changed by your exposure to it."

"But this...I…" Jon sputtered.

"You're our bull," Daena grinned, landing behind him and licking the salty sweat from his muscular back.

"And we're yours," Daenerys added, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his cock. "Gods, I think you got even bigger!"

He grew rapidly in her hand and groaned loudly when she sank to her knees and started sucking him hungrily. He looked around and felt lust on a level he'd never known in his life as he basked in the raw desire in the eyes of every succubus there. Having all of them look at him like that before would have been terrifying, but he knew in his very soul that he could sate them and then some now.

Gaining a harem of horny demon women hadn't been his intention when he returned to their fortress, but he wasn't about to complain. He was in for a very long, very pleasurable night, he knew, and when it was done, there were a few men back home who were going to be in for a very painful day.