Jon Snow groaned in pleasure as he awoke in his large room in Winterfell castle. The room he now slept had once been home to his Uncle/Father Eddard Stark and his wife Catelyn Tully. Now Jon shared his bed with his cousin and wife, Sansa Stark, his moan coming from how her receptive and welcoming cunt milked his cock as he slipped out of her warm sheath in the morning, her pussy trying desperately to cling to his cock even in her sleep. He finally slipped free of her womanhood, watching satisfied as a large deluge of his fertile seed and her juices spurted out of her well fucked cunt, slightly steaming in the cold air of winter's morning. Sansa, whimpered slightly in annoyance at the loss of his cock, snuggling deeper into his chest for warmth.
The chill of Winter, even at its near end, was enough to have Sansa seek him out for sex every few hours to "keep the chill away" as she cheekily put it. Jon still grinned at the memory of how she had near ripped off his clothes after their wedding in the Godswood, just 3 days after they had survived the Long night and the return of the White Walkers. When Sam had told them of his heritage, Sansa had insisted on marrying Jon to secure a Targaryen-Stark Bloodline as well as keeping Jon in Winterfell and the North, where he belonged. That and she had wanted to beat Arya to it, as her younger sister had been near to suggest marriage as well, only to herself.
The Northern lords had accepted the marriage once Jon's parentage was explained, most agreeing to keep it a secret and saying it was a good move that the hero of Winterfell (Who had expertly held off 5 White Walker Generals while his sister plunged a Valyrian steel dagger into the night king's heart) should marry into the family that raised him. The celebrations of the defeat of the Walkers ( a near thing in and of itself) had doubled as Marriage celebrations and all had feasted and toasted the new couple their good health and wished many children to them. However, they had had to make some decisions before the northern lords had returned to their castles and homes.
"We must abandon independence." Sansa had declared tiredly one morning as she held a letter in her hands, wearily letting her lords know what the contents were.
When Daenerys Targaryen had arrived on Westerosi shores at Dragonstone, it had been quite a temptation to ask for her help with the dead and the Walkers. She had three dragons, 40,000 unsullied and 100,000 Dothraki screamers after all.
It may have helped them save many lives lost during the battle no doubt. But that had not been the best decision as all four Starks had agreed. Bran had foreseen a bad outcome for many if Jon had gone bargaining with the Dragon Queen, his honour (which Sansa had now taught him to temper in most political situations) would have led him down a sad path and thus it was Ser Davos who had gone alone, with all the gold they could spare, to treat with her and buy and mine the Dragonglass underneath Dragonstone.
The mission had proven successful, Davos never mentioning or hinting anything about a Northern independence or crowning of a king in the North, talking instead about Jon being a loyal lord paramount who was facing some problems at the wall. Daenerys had been too busy to argue much and the gold they brought was used, it seems, to procure the services of the Golden company to aid in the Dragon Queens conquest. Davos had mined as much Dragonglass as he could before fucking off from Dragonstone before the Targaryen and her supporters grew suspicious.
Cersei Lannister was beaten but seemed to refuse the thought of it. She had sent letters to the Dragon Queen and her supporters, revealing that she still had an alive but imprisoned Margaery Tyrell and The sand snakes, bastard daughters of Oberyn Martell, who Euron Greyjoy had captured as they came to treat with Daenerys. It had been all Olenna Tyrell and Daenerys needed to hear. With the Help and magic of two red priestesses that now accompanied her (One being Melisandre, the same woman who had resurrected Jon and the other know as Kinvarra who had come from the East) Daenerys had caused a cloudy mist and fog to descend upon the Crownlands and kingslanding, obscuring her armies and dragons from sight before launching a surprise attack on the city and Euron's fleet.
The taking of the city had been quick.
Jaime Lannister had died to 10 unsullied spears while the sand snakes, once freed, had dealt with Gregor Clegane, killing him and avenging their father and unknowingly avenging Sandor Clegane, Gregor's brother, who had died in the battle with the white Walkers before he could seek justice for himself.
Daenerys had taken Cersei prisoner, and rumour had it, broken the woman completely with the aid of her red priestesses. It was said that as Daenerys was crowned Queen of Westeros, she had Cersei service her cunt as she sat the throne, a reminder to all of her valyrian ancestors decadent and dominant ways.
The North had veteran and tough fighters among their ranks now, hard men and women even more hardened after facing the long night, not to mention the Free folk who were experts at winter warfare. But Sansa and Jon knew they could not hope to match 3 dragons in battle. Not now after such a long war. Independence would come either when the dragons were dead or they had the numbers to fight off the Dragons and their mother's southern armies.
So talk of Independence was abandoned...for now.
Though the northern lords accepted it, it was a bitter pill to swallow. The south had not come to their aid in the long night and without evidence, would most likely not believe them. Now they once more had to bend to southern rulers.
But as winter set in (Which would only last 3 years as opposed to the endless one the night king would have made.) Jon and Sansa's decision proved wise. The Dragon Queen had a taste for conquest. And she would have it sated. From Bravos to Volantis and Lys and all the way to Meereen, Daenerys Targaryen and her armies conquered the land. Rather than Queen, Daenerys Targaryen was now crowned Empress of the New Westerosi Empire, her court now at King's landing which had been destroyed completely by dragonfire and remade into a capital fit for an Empress in a year, nevermind than many Smallfolk of the capital lost their homes due to this. Not that any would dare tell her.
Daenerys was proving an unstoppable force and no matter what they did or how they prepared, they would have been slaughtered if they dared rebel and try and claim independence. For now, Daenerys was kept at bay by the winter storms and weather. But Winter was at an end soon and the Dragon Queen would no doubt want a pledge of fealty from the north as the other regions of Westeros had done.
But that was the plan, go to the newly rebuilt King's landing, Swear fealty and leave as soon as it was all done, claiming the North needed their lord paramount to help recover.
Jon's hand went to feel the Sansa's growing belly, her womb heavy with their first child 6 months along. He gently massaged her gravid belly, a deep wolf-like satisfaction spreading through him at the thought of his wife carrying his heir. He only wished he could Catelyn Tully's face if she ever saw this, the bastard of Winterfell having put a baby in her eldest daughter. Wonderful.
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The castle was still mostly asleep as he moved throttle corridors. Only the guards kept their post, standing vigilant against all intruders, the sight of their leader filling them with renewed purpose, Jon nodding at them in greeting as he made his way to the other wing of the castle, where Arya had her room.
He gently knocked on her door, a muffled reply to enter letting him in. Arya stood at a desk, pouring over maps and books in the faint light of the candles and fire from the Hearth in her room, the flames keeping the chill at bay.
Arya had grown quite beautiful over the winter years. She had grown more taller, now reaching Jon's chest in her height, her dark hair growing more lustrous and longer, reaching her shoulders and her body had become more curvaceous and fit, her chest more larger as her breasts swelled and grew. Her sword training kept her body fit and she was soon quite the northern beauty. Though, No lords had approached him, Sansa or herself after word of her faceless man training got out. It was also known that Arya was one of the last of that once feared order. Knowing Bravos would put out a bounty on her head as soon as they heard of her plans of conquest, Daenerys had destroyed the temple to the God of Death and the faceless men's base with Dragonfire, killing most of the assassins before they knew what was happening. The remaining ones had been killed off one by one as Melisandre and Kinvarra used their powers to track them down, their disguises unable to hide behind the red Gods scrutiny.
Then again, Jon was happy that Nobody had come calling. Arya was meant to stay in Winterfell. As were all Starks. The North was their home. Bran had already made a secret lair in the Godswood, attaching himself to one of the Heart trees to begin his long watch as the three eyed raven, Meera Reed by his side to be his messenger and maybe more...after all, there was still a part of Bran in the three eyed Raven. And it loved the Reed daughter very much.
So it was much to his and Sansa's sadness that Arya announced she would be sailing away as soon as Winter came to an end. "There's nothing left for me here." She had said stoically, Jon and Sansa sharing a look at her words. Jon knew what she meant but wasn't going to give her up that easily. Not now or ever. Besides, Targaryens had taken two wives before.
Jon moved closer to her, noticing how Arya slightly seemed to stand straighter in his presence and take in a deep breath as if memorising his sent before letting out a sigh as if of weariness. He knew better.
"You don't have to leave you know? We still need you here, in the North. In Winterfell. With us." Jon said lightly, looking over her to see the various charts and maps on her desk. By the big red question mark on one of them, even she did not know where to go.
"I know…" She said, a little bit of her exhaustion leaking into her voice as she leaned back into him, her whole body seemingly relaxing as she lay back onto his chest as Jon chuckled. "Besides, who's going to teach Lyanna how to fight if you're not here." Jon said teasingly as Arya's eyes met his. "Lyanna..?" She asked as he nodded. "If it's a girl. Rickon if it's a boy." He said as she nodded. They all missed the littlest one of their pack.
Arya sighed once more. If Sansa had been the one to ask her to stay, she would have had an easy time refusing. But this was Jon. And Jon….Jon was different.
Suddenly Jon had twisted her around to look at him, her back pressed against the desk she had been using and before she could protest, Jon had brought her face to his and planted his lips on her in a deep, passionate kiss. Any thoughts of struggling had left her as she melted into the kiss, her arms moving to clutch fiercely at the back of his head to make sure he did not break their connection as the kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other and tangling in a battle for dominance before the need for air became too much and their lips parted though Jon brought her closer to his body, a soft rumble coming from his chest as Arya could feel his growing length through his clothes.
"Take off your clothes. I will have given you a reason good enough for you to stay before we break our fast with Sansa." Jon growled as Arya scrambled to do as he said.
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They both stood naked in the firelight, inspecting each other as they moved closer. Arya's grey stark eyes moved gently, as did her hand, over the stab scars that littered his chest and the one over his heart. If his traitorous black brothers had not already been hanged, she would have given them slow and painful deaths for this.
Her eyes and hands trailed off to his erect manhood, his cock large and thick enough to draw a slight wimper of delight from her lips as she drank in the sight of what would be in her in a few minutes, a deep heat spreading from her womb to all over her body at the mere sight of his cock. It throbbed with his heartbeat and as her hand and fingers wrapped around it, she could feel every vein and pulse it let out, it's large head already leaking a large amount of clear, shining precum.
Jon on the other hand could only growl deeply inside himself in approval at Arya's body. She had filled out nicely over these years of winter. Her breasts now larger, more firm and full. They would feed his children well. Her body shapely with good hips to give them children and coupled with her northern beauty made her a fine pick. She was perfect, just as he had always found her. He would now train her body to give and receive pleasure from him and only him. He would make sure she never left him or Winterfell. At least not without him. Any travels or adventures she would have would be together with him to protect her. She would never feel the lone wolf again.
They had known they were meant to be together. Always the ones left out and chided for being "too stark." Jon for being more Stark than his Tully born siblings in his looks and Arya for having too much of the "Wolfsblood" in her.
Jon moved them to her bed, their eyes meeting for a second before he began laying light kisses all over her body, his lips began on her chest kissing each of her breasts, sucking slightly on each until her nipples were wet with his saliva and erect before Laying kiss after kiss on her body going lower, planting a deep kiss just where her womb would be, making Arya shudder at the implications of his plans for her. He finally reached her legs, repositioning himself before slowly parting her legs to show her waiting cunt.
Except for a patch of hair atop her pussy, the rest of her was clean shaven, her pussy lips free of any surrounding hair, just as he liked it. He only briefly let their eyes meet before his mouth descended on her cunt.
Jon did not waste time, lapping expertly at Arya's needy pussy, spreading her pussy lips to lock and suck on needy walls within, driving his tongue deep inside her waiting quim to make her wet and ready for him. He then found her clit, needy for attention, and suck gently yet firmly on her nub. It was all it took for Arya to climax. She had been moaning with pleasure the whole while at Jon's ministrations but with that final touch was all she needed to go over the edge.
"Oh Jon...jon! It's so good. I'm, I'm Commmmiinngg!!!" Arya near shrieked out, her voice filling the room as Jon drank deeply of her juices, hungrily taking them in. Arya was left a moaning, panting mess on the bed, shaking and twitching in bliss.
She had slept with Gendry at the battle for the dawn before the dead had come. It was more an act of not wanting to die without knowing a man's touch than love. If Jon hadn't been seeing to their defences, she would have had him be her first. Gendry had seemed to think sleeping with him meant something but he had refused any other dalliance afterwards, sending him back to the Stormlands where she heard Daenerys had been merciful enough to make him lord paramount after his legitimization.
Arya didn't care. For them it had been desperate rutting in the face of death. Here with Jon...it may end up in animalistic fucking but it would be much more than that. It was always more with Jon.
Jon moved from below her, his face to hers as she pulled him to her, grabbing his handsome face and kissing him passionately, her tongue desperately finding his as her hand move to greedily grab at his leaking cock, stroking it and covering it in his own leaking precum as she began sucking hard on his tongue, drinking in his spit before her lips let it go to go back exploring every inch of his mouth. It had been the whores in Bravos who had told her of such tricks before she found the faceless men and while she had never thought to use such methods in bed, she could not help but give Jon everything she had.
Jon couldn't get enough of their kiss, feeling her soft lips on his own and her tongue on his as he finally shifted position to move on top of her, feeling her tits pressed to his chest as he began positioning his cock again her wet cunt. He began to move his cock up and down her slit, teasing her with his cock as she finally broke their kiss to moan in need and desperation. "Please Jon. Please fuck me! Do it! Take me! Make me yours!" She cried in desperation.
Jon grinned. "Is that you want Arya? You want me inside you? You want me to fuck you hard? Harder than I fuck Sansa? Make you cry out like a cheap whore in pleasure?" Jon growled into her ear, Arya shivering in pleasure at his words as her eyes met his.
"Fuck me Jon! Put that dick inside me! I've seen how you look at me! You want me to be yours. You want to put a baby in me! Make me have your children. Their not going to be like Sansa's prim and proper ones. No, their going to be like us, Jon. Wild, free and untamed. So go on! Fuck me! Fuck your cousin like you mean it! Unless you...want me to call you big brother?" She finished with a naughty smirk.
It was too much for Jon. He growled and forcefully spread her legs wide as he pushed into her with a hard thrust that had Arya cum once more and near scream in pleasure. Jon began to thrust into her hard and fast, the wets sounds and smacks of flesh on flesh filling the room as well as the pleasure filled cries Arya let out every few seconds as Jon pumped into her wet cunt hard and deep, making sure no part of her pussy was unfilled.
Her cunt was tight, hot and wet and grasping at his cock desperately, wanting to drain him of his seed, driving him crazy with lust. He moved her into a mating press, his cock pounding into her as her legs wrapped tight around him as he fucked her hard.
"Ohhhh, Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! By the Old Gods , it feels sooo good!" Arya cried, a third climax tearing through her body, tears of joy, love and bliss draining from her eyes as she grabbed Jon's face from her shoulder and brought him into another Passion filled kiss even as her pussy tried desperately to drain him of his seed.
Roaring into the kiss, Jon pushed deep past the walls of her pussy, battering hard at her cervix with every thrust of his hips into her, demanding entry to seed her womb and causing loud and wet squelching sounds to fill the room, his thrusts and pounding into her cunt growing more and more desperate. Arya's cries of pleasure grew louder, taking everything he had with happiness, desperate to feel his seed within her, to have his child, to be bound to him completely, as he slipped past her sopping folds and pounding her cervix with every thrust.
"I'm going to cum Arya. I'm going to seed you. Drain my seed into you like you want. Make you have our child." Jon groaned out, feeling Arya's cervix soften it's resistance just a little at his words, her hands and legs circling desperately around his body, refusing to let go. It was what Arya was waiting to hear. "YESSSS! Give me your cum! Fill me up with your seed! Make me Pregnant!!! Put a babe in me!!!" She cried out desperately, voice filled with pleasure and love.
With a final loud groan, Jon slammed his cock deep into Arya's pussy, past her cervix that greedily grabbed onto his cock head as Arya's cunt walls instinctively began milking of his thick and fertile load. His balls twitched against her ass as she felt each and every spurt of his life giving seed spurt directly into her welcoming and ready womb, her womb greedily taking in all Jon's baby batter, her cervix refusing to release his cock until it was fully drained, her whimpers of pleasure, submission and lust music to his ears as he got her with his child.
Her womb was filled with his seed yet her cervix and the walls of her cunt would not let go and Jon settled on laying atop her, her whispers of love and devotion filling his ear as she kissed all over his face and lips in gratitude for taming her cunt and no doubt getting her with child. His cock was finally released from her cervix's grip, the wall to her womb closing quickly and blocking all his cum inside her, letting it do its job and grow an heir inside her. Ten minutes later and her cunt walls finally relaxed enough for him to pull out of her, though her pussy still tried to milk his cock as he left her, watching the small but thick amount of cum that escaped her womb surge out onto the bed, steaming and virile by its look and texture. He had fucked and bred her well, giving her the real pleasure of sex and making sure her staying in Winterfell was assured.
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Jon lay in bed thinking of his plans to make the north strong, stronger than any of his ancestors ever had. A strong and huge fleet would be built at once and Moat Cailin rebuilt. He would then need to send for large amounts of Hardy animals that could provide meat and milk and survive the cold North from across the narrow sea from the new Empire states of Essos.
Glass makers would be brought in to create Glass gardens to grow and feed the people of the North in winter and many new castles would have to be built and manned while old ones would be reinforced. This would cost gold but there was an easy solution there. The North had a titan load of untapped mineral resources that would now be mined without delay. The days of the North being stagnant and bending to "the old ways* would end and their wealth and power would grow till the other kingdoms feared and respected them. They may have abandoned independence due to the return of the dragons but when they once more died out, the North would be ready. Their future children would see to it.
For now though, Jon could only groan in pleasure at the bobbing head beneath the fur blankets as Arya slavishly work her warm, wet mouth and lips on his cock, feeling her wake him up to drain his balls of their morning load. His hand moved beneath the furs to gently hold onto her dark locks of hair as he gently guided her mouth up and down his rigid shaft, her hands massaging his balls and her lips working on him while her tongue worshipped his rod while she swallowed him into her throat again and again until he could no longer take it.
"Ohhhh Fuck!" Jon groaned out as thick wads of cum spewed out of his cock into Arya's unseen mouth beneath the furs, Jon feeling as she drank down and swallowed every last drop he gave her, his cock spurting again and again to feed her his nut-brew that she greedily took. Jon felt his last spurt leave him but Arya did not emerge from under the fur blankets, instead Jon felt her suckling gently on his cock head and begin dutifully cleaning his cock with quick and deep sucks.
Jon sighed in pleasure. The planning, the south and the Targaryen Empress could wait. For now, as Winter came to an end, Jon Snow could enjoy his life and soon to be new wife for a little bit longer