"The demons!" a terrified Winterfell guard screamed as a beautiful, naked woman tore open his throat.
"RuAHHHH!" another one screamed as he was hoisted into the air by a winged beauty, only to be dropped on the roof of the mayor's manse, crashing through it.
It was the dead of night, and almost everyone was asleep. The few guards left awake had been dealt with quickly, and as Roose Bolton's manse was kept a fair distance away from the other, smaller houses, the mayors of the town having long decided to keep themselves apart from the rabble, the handful of screams didn't even wake anyone else. The bell, had it been rung, would have alerted everyone, but Jon knew that and flew towards the tower first as his girls went after the mayor.
"Hello, Ramsay," he chuckled as he spotted the man rushing inside the bell tower, "looking for this?"
He held in his hands the rope that his longtime rival had hoped to pull to alert the town to the midnight invasion, and Ramsay's ice-crystal eyes widened as he spotted him. The pair of guards he'd brought with him raised their swords threateningly, but as they took in the sight of him, they froze.
"Jon?" Ramsay asked, his grip on the shaft of his axe tightening. "What in the world?"
Jon grinned at the man's shock, understanding fully why he looked like he'd seen a ghost. Not only had the mayor's son likely believed that he'd never see him again after his father forced him out of town, but he looked quite different than he once had. He was somewhat taller and much broader, his arms, chest, and neck having become bull-like, but that was the least of the changes that he'd experienced.
Long, thick horns had sprung from his head, curving outward from his forehead, and a pair of large bat-like wings had sprung from his back. Between them and the bright shade of purple that his eyes had turned, he looked like one of the succubi, and the tail that he kept curled around his waist, joining the belt that held up his breeches, the only clothing he was wearing, made him look even less human.
"I sought help from the demons after Roose fucked me over for you," Jon explained. "As you can see, it had some...side effects."
"You really were with them," one of the guards snarled. "They killed my brother, you cunt!"
"Wait!" Ramsay hissed, but the man charged forward, his sword raised at his side as he tried to bring it down towards Jon's neck.
Jon batted the blade aside with his hand, carefully striking the flat of it, and grabbed the guard by the throat. Before either of the others could move, he twisted the man's neck around, snapping it before he could even blink, and tore it clean from his shoulders. The second guard looked over to Ramsay, who lowered the visor of his helmet and signaled for the man to join him.
They moved together, trying to approach him from each side, but Jon didn't let them, hurling the helmeted, severed head of the dead guard at the second one, hitting him square in the face. He was wearing helmet, as well, but the impact was still enough to daze him, and as Ramsay charged forward with a snarl, trying to bury his axe in Jon's chest, he caught it by the shaft and ripped it out of his foe's hands.
"Gah!" Ramsay cried as Jon whacked him in the head with the knob of the axe before hurling it towards the second guard, burying the head in his chest.
He crumpled to the floor, bleeding out from the fatal wound as Jon ripped off Ramsay's helmet and punched him square in the face, sending him reeling backward.
"It didn't have to end this way," Jon growled, glaring down at him. "There was enough business here for both of us and you got the lion's share of it anyway because of your fucking father."
"Have you even looked at yourself?" Ramsay snarled, spitting blood out as he struggled to his feet. "You've made yourself a monster. You might win here, but to what end? Your family will be horrified by what you've become, and you'll be a pariah by the time you're done here."
"My life here was over from the moment your cunt of a father decided to tell everyone I died while exiling me," Jon muttered. "His threats against my family were enough to make me leave willingly, but as I stood in the succubi's keep, having broken their curse and been transformed by it, it occurred to me that there really was nothing stopping him from going after them anyway. I might not be able to renew my life here or regain what I had, but I can absolutely make sure that both he and you can't hurt them again."
"So noble," Ramsay spat. "How long do you think it will take for your new allies to turn on you? What did you offer them anyway?"
"The one thing they wanted," Jon replied with a grin. "I just happened to actually be capable of giving it to them."
"I wonder how capable you'll be without blood in your...agh!" Ramsay gurgled out as Jon ran him through with the sword the first guard had wielded, rushing forward until he had impaled him into the wall of the tower.
He had clearly thought himself subtle as he drew the dagger he kept hidden in the sleeve of his hauberk, intending one last attempt at killing Jon, but he'd spotted it easily. His senses were greater now than they'd ever been, and though the sheath tied to Ramsay's wrist had emitted unusually little sound as the short blade was drawn from it, he'd heard all the same. He watched as the other man's eyes went dull, the life leaving them quickly, and sighed.
He wasn't lying when he said he came back largely because he thought Roose might target his family anyway. One couldn't exactly trust a man willing to use such underhanded tactics just to give his son a slight advantage not to take things even further, after all, and the mayor hadn't actually promised to leave them alone if Jon left, having instead just threatened to implicate them in his crimes if he didn't. Once he and his guards were dead, he'd leave, secure in the knowledge that he'd protected his family from him.
Shaking his head, he flew up through the tower and out towards Roose's manse, taking advantage of the dark sky to cloak him. There were no screams as he approached, and he figured that his girls had finished up well enough, hoping that they had left the mayor alive as he'd instructed. The scene he found was far grizzlier than the one he'd left at the tower, the succubi being far more brutal than he was, and he felt his feet hit still-warm, thick blood as he landed inside.
"Jon," Daena purred, pulling one of her arrows from a very unfortunate guard's crotch as he landed.
"Daena," Jon grinned, wrapping his tail around her waist and pulling her naked arse towards him as he reached out to embrace her. "Where are the others?"
"They're downstairs with the older one," Daena replied. "I just came up here to retrieve what arrows I could still use."
"You did well," Jon rumbled, pressing his lips against her neck and licking the salty skin, making her shiver.
"Careful now," Daena purred. "If you get me too riled up, we're going to end up fucking right here, and I know you want to move on soon."
"You have a point," Jon chuckled, letting her go. "And here I thought you'd gotten your fill yesterday."
"Oh, we all got filled," Daena giggled, turning to look up at him with lust-darkened eyes, "but even with the curse broken, the fires of our lusts burn hot, especially with you around."
Jon grinned down at her. In the immediate aftermath of his transformation, he'd decided that he was going to fuck every single one of them until they were glassy-eyed and mindless and then take his revenge on Roose and Ramsay in the morning. He'd ended up striking at night instead, not because it made far more tactical sense to do so, though that was true, but because the orgy had gone on far longer than he imagined. In his transformed state, his passions were endless, and he could fuck for hours on end, something that delighted his demonic harem.
Daena joined him as he walked downstairs, finding that they had brought Roose to the very room he'd been dragged to just days earlier when the man decided to threaten him. He was bruised and bleeding, but the damage was minor compared to what he knew succubi could do, and his pale eyes looked murderous as they turned to him, though that look gave way to shock and confusion quickly enough.
"How the…" Roose went to ask before schooling his features. "Do you really think you're going to get away with this? Even if no one links my death to you, and by extension, your family, you couldn't hope to live among humans now."
"I'm aware," Jon drawled, sitting down in the very chair that Roose had been seated in when they met before and glaring down at the other man. "I'm not going to be able to renew my life here, but then, that was true before I transformed as I have."
"There will be consequences for this," Roose growled. "Slipping into the beds of wayward fools too stupid or inept to find a woman to warm it for the night and making off with them is one thing, but to invade in force like this, slaughter the guards and the mayor? Men will die responding to this, as might more than a few of you whores."
Rhaenyra backhanded him, knocking out a couple teeth, and he cried out in pain, staring dazed at the wall next to them for a moment.
"That's what men do," Jon replied, grinning as Roose glared at him. "That's what you told me before."
"When you tried to convince me to invade their home in force?" Roose asked, spitting blood at him. "Did he tell you that? Before he came crawling to you and underwent whatever the fuck this is, he tried to get me to assemble a force capable of driving you away."
"You should have taken him up on his offer," Rhaenyra laughed, earning a look of confusion from him. "Humans have never truly been a threat to us, but we do find outright invasions annoying. Had you done as Jon suggested, we'd have fought you off and left the next day, finding a new home. We're going to end up doing that anyway now."
"In other words, none of this would have happened if you hadn't used my abduction to your own ends," Jon spat. "Still, on some level, I must thank you. If you hadn't driven me away, I never would have found all that I did."
"We do kind of owe him," Shiera smirked. "Not enough to spare him, mind you."
"If you're going to kill me, do it," Roose spat. "I'll die knowing that you're going to spend the rest of your life on the run, cavorting with demons who will eventually tire of you and do awa…"
Jon didn't let him finish that sentence, punching him hard in the throat. Roose grabbed his throat at the sickening crunch that echoed through the air, his eyes bulging as he realized that he couldn't breathe. Toppling over, he struggled helplessly, eventually clawing at his neck as he tried desperately to get a breath. His suffocation couldn't be helped, though, and Jon and the succubi watched him die slowly, struggling until the lack of air sapped his strength and he just lay there twitching before finally going still.
"It's done," Daenerys said softly, hugging Jon and resting her head on his shoulder. "We should get going."
"Oh gods!" Jon heard a familiar voice exclaim upstairs, and he froze as the others all turned to look, baring their claws as they prepared to attack whoever had come after them.
"Wait!" he hissed. "I know who that is, and...I need to speak with him."
Refusing to elaborate further, he rushed upstairs, coming to a halt as he spotted his father and eldest brother standing in the entryway of the Bolton's manse. They were wielding swords and looked murderous as they beheld him. Shrouded in shadow, all they saw was the wings, and they both snarled.
"What the hell did you do with my...son?" Ned asked, stammering as he stepped into view.
"Hello, Father, Robb," Jon replied, sighing as Robb's jaw dropped.
"What the fuck?" his brother asked. "What's going on?"
"Do you need help with this, Jon?" Daena asked.
"No," Jon replied, turning to look at the succubi who had come up the stairs. "Go on ahead; I'll follow along later."
"If you're sure," Daenerys frowned, looking at Ned and Robb, who beheld them with obvious anger and confusion.
"I am," Jon replied. "They wouldn't hurt me if they could."
"Jon, I knew that you had been visited by one of them, but this…" Ned went to argue as Robb moved in the way of Rhaenyra, holding out his sword threateningly.
The succubus queen would have ripped his arms off normally, but out of respect for Jon, she simply paused and waited for him to speak up.
"Let them go," Jon commanded. "You couldn't fight them anyway."
"Jon, what the fuck is going on?" Robb demanded, glaring at him. "Why do you look like that, and what in the hells happened here?"
"I'll explain everything, but not until you let them go," Jon replied firmly, and both men sighed, lowering their weapons.
The moment the succubi were gone, he led them into the least bloody room of the manse and gestured for them to sit down, knowing that this was going to be a long conversation.
"I can't believe Roose Bolton let us all think you were dead," Ned growled as he finished his tale.
"I can," Robb muttered. "The man was always a cunt. They killed Theon?"
"I'm sorry, Robb," Jon sighed.
"How can you go with them, knowing all the harm they've caused?" Robb growled.
"Because it wasn't entirely their fault," Jon replied, holding up his hands as Robb snarled in anger. "They were suffering under the effects of a terrible curse. Rhaenyra, the first of them, was just a girl when she was first struck with it by that prick, Cole. The hunger they all suffered from drove them to madness at times."
"It's been broken, though?" Ned asked. Gesturing to him, he added, "That's what...caused this?"
"Yes," Jon replied. "They say that they feel in a way that they never have before, and Rhaenyra, though she'd suffered from the curse for so long that she can barely remember a time before it, says that it does seem to be gone."
"They could be lying," Robb hissed, "or it could come back…"
"Then I'll keep it at bay," Jon swore. "I swear that they won't harm another man."
"It shouldn't be up to you to do this!" Ned exclaimed, pain clear in his voice. "I already thought I lost you once. The idea of you going off forever…"
"Father, look at me," Jon sighed. "There's no village, town, or city in the world that I could live in freely like this. Roose Bolton decided to banish me from the town, and I knew that I couldn't fight him. The influence that family had in town was immense, and in an outright contest between us, we would have lost. Having lost so much, I decided to try and break the curse, and now here I am."
"Damn that man!" Ned growled and Jon sighed.
"What do you want us to tell the others?" Robb asked, realizing that there was nothing he could do to change his brother's mind.
"Tell them that I'm alive and I'll reach out when I can," Jon replied. "When I fly away from here, I want you two to wake everyone up, claiming that you found the site like this and saw a demon fly off. The claw marks on these bodies, not to mention the mess I made in the bell tower, will make it clear what did this. The girls and I are leaving, making our way south of here towards an old stronghold of theirs, but in a couple moons, once things have settled down here a bit, I'll return in the dead of night and say goodbye properly."
"Will we see you at all after that?" Ned asked, his usually stoic face showing his grief plainly.
"If enough times, passes without further succubus attacks, people will begin to relax," Jon replied. "I'll be able to visit occasionally if I'm subtle about it."
"Generations from now, if the curse is truly broken, then I imagine most will think that they never truly existed at all and they were just a myth," Ned muttered.
"That would be nice," Jon sighed. "They never should have existed at all. Rhaenyra was apparently a princess in her human life, the heir to her father's throne in some kingdom. If not for the curse, she'd have reigned freely, and all these deaths would have been avoided."
"That Cole man was a cunt," Robb muttered.
"I am sorry about Theon, Robb," Jon said softly. "I know he and I were never close, but he didn't deserve that."
"Just promise me you'll keep them in line," Robb sighed, knowing there was nothing he could do about what had happened..
"I will," Jon nodded. "As I swore before, they'll not hurt anyone else like that."
"You're a good man, Jon," Ned breathed, pulling him in for a hug. "I'm proud of you."
"I had a good teacher," Jon whispered, not trusting his voice as his throat grew tight with emotion.
"Just promise me you'll visit," Ned said as he pulled back.
"I will, I swear," Jon nodded, grunting as Robb hugged him.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Daenerys screamed, riding him as hard and fast as she dared in her heavily pregnant state.
The past year had brought a great deal of change to Jon's life and to the lives of his many lovers. For one thing, they lived further south than he'd ever ventured in his life, finding an abandoned castle high up in the mountains far to the southeast of Winterfell where Rhaenyra's mother had once lived. A series of quakes long ago had apparently ruined the pathways up to it, and it had been abandoned for being impractical as a consequence. Given that they could all fly, it was of no problem to them. That had been but one of the changes in their lives, though, and the pregnant state Daenerys was a far greater one.
"Gods, Dany," Jon groaned, enjoying the tight heat of her core, "your soaked."
"So horny," Daenerys whimpered. "It's not...fuck I love your cock...like the hunger, but I swear the babe is making it worse."
"I've got you," Jon said tenderly, running his hands up along her sides, caressing her flawless skin. "You know I can take care of you."
"I do!" Daenerys nearly screamed. "Take care of me, take care of Mother, take care of all of us. You're a fucking god!"
Jon grinned at that, cupping her increasingly heavy breasts and kneading them. Pregnancy had greatly increased her milk production, and he had taken it upon himself to help her deal with it by drinking it all. If it had just been her alone that he'd taken to helping that way, that would have been one thing, but Daenerys was not the only pregnant succubus. The sheer amount of their aphrodisiac milk that he'd gorged himself on over the past couple moons had left him in a state that had left them all bowlegged, and he'd have worried for the babes if Rhaenyra hadn't insisted that they'd not be harmed by him.
"Gods, don't stop, don't stop, don't...JON!" Daenerys squealed as she came hard, squirting all over him.
The feeling of her already divine cunt spasming around his length proved too much for him, and Jon came, filling her to the brim with his thick, potent seed. The two of them writhed together in bliss, lost in their passion and the mind-melting pleasure of it all, and they would have kept going, his indefatigable cock staying hard as steel, if not for a sudden interruption.
"Enough of that, you two," Visenya sighed, one hand gripping the door frame while another rested on her swollen belly. "Come, Mother is having her child."
"Right," Jon sighed as Daenerys squealed in joy and flew off of his shaft, which landed heavily on his flat, muscular stomach with a wet plop. "Where is she now?"
"She flew right to the bedchamber when her water came," Visenya replied, her purple eyes locking onto Jon's throbbing cock for a moment before she forced herself to look up. "Our latest sister should be here in around thirty minutes or so."
"I'm sorry...thirty minutes?" Jon asked, and Daenerys giggled.
"I just realized that we never told you," she said. "Mother's births have never been like the nightmarish episodes that human women go through. Come, you'll want to see this."
The three of them flew through the halls of the castle, and it didn't take long for the sounds of Rhaenyra's screams to reach Jon, though as he landed in the doorway of her bedchamber and looked inside, he knew at once that this was nothing like what he had been silently dreading. Rather than the brutal, bloody, and horrifying birth that had killed Ygritte, Rhaenyra appeared to be cumming.
"YES!" Rhaenyra squealed, writhing on the bed as her daughters gathered around and watched, their faces masks of lust and envy. Rhaenyra's own face was the picture of pleasure, her wide smile and rolled-back eyes making her look like she often did only after he'd made her cum many, many times in a row.
"I...I feared…" Jon spluttered, and Daenerys' eyes widened before she gave him a guilty look.
"Oh gods, I'm so sorry," she muttered. "I out of all of us should have known, but you'd never looked worried at all, and well...I'm sorry."
"Do you think all your births be like this?" Jon asked hopefully.
"I certainly fucking hope so," Elaena replied, looking down at her convulsing mother in obvious envy.
Jon gave a silent prayer to whoever might be watching that that would be the case. There had been many changes in their lives since he broke the curse, and the simple fact that any of the succubi other than Rhaenyra were pregnant was one of the biggest ones. In all the centuries that she'd lived, none of her daughters had ever given her a granddaughter. They certainly had sex often enough and should have had plenty of children by now, but none of them ever had.
"However it goes, know that I am so grateful for this," Daenerys smiled, kissing his cheek and placing one of his hands on her belly. "I thought I'd never have children."
"You were always the one most bothered by that," Shiera sighed.
"I'd just seen enough mothers with their children and seen the warmth and love there to know that I wanted that for myself," Daenerys replied, looking down at her sister's swollen belly. "We're going to fill this castle with little succubi, at least some of which I hope are brown-haired."
"Anything's...possible," Rhaenyra panted, giggling to herself as the pleasurable contraction ended.
"It was like this every time?" Jon asked, taking her hand and brushing her sweat-soaked hair out of her face.
"When I had Visenya, I was completely alone and terrified," Rhaenyra explained. "I don't know how long it took, and by the end of it, I barely remembered my own name. I just remember thinking that that had to have broken Cole's curse; that pleasure that intense and utterly satisfying had to be enough. It wasn't, of course, but fuck, that was amazing."
"You're welcome," Visenya quipped, and Rhaenyra just snorted before her back arched as another contraction hit.
"FUCK!" she squealed, cumming hard.
"Oh, Jon, before I forget, a raven came in today with news from Winterfell," Daena piped up. "Apparently Robb and Alys had another girl. They named her Alarra."
"Those two," Jon muttered, rolling his eyes and shaking his head fondly. "Is Alys alright?"
"Apparently it went more smoothly than the last two," Daena replied.
"They're going to be able to field an army on their own at the rate they're going," Jon chuckled.
"I think you'll beat them," Elaena smirked, and he barked a laugh.
Looking around at all the pregnant succubi, he knew she wasn't wrong. The massacre of the Boltons and their men had caused the town to rise up and try to hunt down the demons as Roose had predicted, with them even reaching out to three other neighboring towns for aid. Ultimately it amounted to nothing more than a large number of men marching around the countryside for a while before getting bored and buggering off back home, though, as Jon had predicted. He and the succubi had moved on by then, and things cooled down after a few months.
Hilariously enough, his father ended up being elected to replace Roose and, from what he'd heard, most people seemed to think that he was an improvement over his predecessor. The town had managed to attract a grizzled old blacksmith, who agreed to set up shop in town if the town paid for everything, something that his father agreed to if he taught Rickon his trade. His youngest brother would take his old place in a few years, something that he was deeply pleased by.
"Did the letter say anything else?" Jon asked.
"Not much," Daena replied. "I'd have given it to you, but you and Dany were busy, and then Mother drew us all here. I'll get it to you once I see my new sister."
Jon looked back at Rhaenyra, still writhing and screaming in pleasure, and felt his heart rate spike at that thought. This whole strange adventure that he found himself on had started because of the loss of his son, alongside his wife. Little Cregan would have been over a year old by then if he'd lived. As apprehensive as he'd been about the growing number of pregnancies around him, he had to admit that the idea of having children, of being a father, did excite him. He'd always love the little boy who never got to take his first breath, and he would love the children that the succubi gave him too.
The question of just what said children would end up being like was a matter of some debate among them. Breaking the curse had removed the all-consuming hunger from them, but it hadn't removed their more demonic features or any of the other aspects. If not for the others getting pregnant, it would have seemed like there was little actual change at all, really.
"Whether my daughters come out with horns or without them, I'll love them all the same," he thought to himself.
"She's...she's coming," Rhaenyra panted.
"Are you sure?" Visenya asked. "Spread your legs, Mother."
That was a phrase that Jon had heard many times over the past year, and his cock twitched involuntarily, something that he couldn't even hide, since, having lived with his perpetually naked lovers for so long, he'd long since stopped wearing clothes himself.
"You know you only ever need to ask, darling," Rhaenyra purred, spreading her legs wider and letting Visenya get closer.
Waving her hand over her mother's cunt, she cast a spell that spread her inner walls as wide as Jon ever had, and peered inside.
"Not quite," she determined. "You're close, but you haven't opened up enough."
"I swore…" Rhaenyra went to say before shrugged, and settling back down as Visenya undid the spell.
Jon stood with the younger succubi, watching as his oldest lover writhed and convulsed through three more contractions, each one a long, drawn-out orgasm. He couldn't help but wonder as he watched her if part of the reason for the absolute excitement that each of her daughters expressed when they realized they were pregnant was because they figured that they too would get to experience it down the line.
"Now, push!" Visenya exclaimed, and Rhaenyra screamed as she did so.
A gush of fluids spilled forth from her, spraying all over Visenya as she pushed her latest child out of her in one long, pleasurable go. Her eldest daughter didn't react at all to this, utterly focused on the task of helping her latest sister out. The babe's large head came first, and Rhaenyra's screams only grew louder as the shoulders followed. The whole process had been far quicker than any human birth, and this part was no different. A moment later, the little babe was lying in Visenya's hand, followed almost immediately by the afterbirth.
Silence followed as the succubi stared at the newborn babe, and only Rhaenyra's panting and the crying of the newborn broke it until finally Jon had the wherewithal to say, "Wait a minute…"
"What...is it?" Rhaenyra panted, struggling to sit up, only to fall back down in shock as she finally saw what they were all staring at. "That...I…"
"A boy," Visenya breathed, trembling slightly as she stared down at the little wonder.
"A son," Jon echoed, carefully cutting the umbilical cord before taking his son from his sister's arms.
"We've never...I've never…" Rhaenrya stammered as Jon sat down next to her, bringing their son close to her.
She took the crying infant from him and brought him to her breast, her eyes filling with tears as he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples.
"The curse is truly broken," Visenya gasped, taking that as the final proof they needed.
Jon didn't need to ask what she meant. In all the centuries that Rhaenyra had lived, and through her many, many pregnancies, she had never had a boy. The succubi were so used to her having only girls that not a single one of them even raised the possibility through the past several moons. Jon himself had gotten so used to them mentioning their future sister that even he had thought it all but certain.
"Mostly broken," Rhaena murmured, pointing to the little bumps on his forehead where horns would soon develop.
"You did it, Jon," Daenerys beamed, resting a hand on his shoulder. "You really did it."
It had been a trying couple years, with heartbreaking losses, new beginnings, and trials that he'd overcome, but in the end, it had all led him here, to this castle, these beautiful women, and his son. He would mourn Ygritte and Cregan forever, but with Daenerys, Rhaenyra, and the other succubi, he had found a way to move on and live again.
"What should we call him?" Shiera asked.
"Aegon," Rhaenyra replied, smiling widely down at her nursing son before looking up at Jon. "It's what I had planned to name my firstborn, all those lifetimes ago. Do you like it?"
"I love it," Jon replied, kissing her softly and looking down at Aegon.
Their son had been born, the first of the many, many children that he would have, and the living proof that he had, indeed, broken the curse of the succubi. Surrounded by his adoring lovers, he could truly say that he had found peace and purpose.
