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The warm rays were starting to peer through the rising dawn. A small array of light started to shine from the distance . The warmth, however, had not seeped into the environment and the chilling weather remained from last night. The cold in the North was a brutal time when the sun was down even though winter had not started. Aegon had exhaled a deep breath and the steam from his mouth was visible as he controlled the shivers that racked his body.
Still, he had to give credit to the North.
The fresh air was far superior to the stagnant and rotten smell that plagued Kings Landing. One wrong breeze was all it took for the Red Keep to smell like a cesspool as the pungent smell dragged from Flea Bottom.
It was crazy for Aegon to think that he would be awake so early just for him to practice with the sword. Sometimes, he was amazed in himself that he had spent countless mornings practicing in the freezing cold. It was something that he had never done before in his previous life. At least, when he had become knighted and was no longer required to do squire duties.
He hated it back then and he still hated it now.
Aegon began to flex his dueling hand, observing how his fingers opened and closed. The muscles of his fingers twitched as he observed a pale discolored mark on the skin of his palm. A recent addition from his tour of the North that had involved
He placed the hand onto the pommel
Despite his natural talent with swordplay, he had no real deep love for the craft. Nonetheless, Aegon continued with his morning practice, understanding the importance of it. He understands that to play the game, he would need to make a name with his sword. Politics could only get him so far with the status of a bastard, he begrudgingly admitted. The North might have not cared about being base born or not, but he would be looked down upon short of Dorne.
“Jon!” A sudden shout had interrupted his train of thoughts as he turned his head towards the one calling his name.
A woman stormed through the training field with her sword strapped to its scabbard to the side of her wide hips. Her hands were clenched around the pommel of the blade, ready to unsheath it at a moment’s notice. Thankfully, his own sword was unsheathed, the tip resting against the soil, as he repositioned himself behind his weapon as he noticed the lack of friendly approach from his sister. Though she was much smaller than him, Jon was not foolish to underestimate her skills with the sword even if inferior to his. Clashing his sword with her was never an easy task as he mentally prepared to defend against the enraged sibling.
“Robin! My lovely sister. I hadn't expected anyone to join me…"
Early, he meant to say. But he had stopped his words when the girl stepped within a few yards away from him. Just as he expected, Robin had ignored his words and drew her sword against him before charging him. She swung wide, aiming her slash towards the general area of his face. However, Jon was fast enough to raise his sword from the ground and moved to defend the slash with his own. The sound of steel clashing echoed throughout the training ground as her sword bounced off of his own and leaving herself wide open. Instead, Jon deliberately chose to take a step backward, sliding into a fencing stance as he noted that Robin had taken a step forward. With her sword behind her, she was ready to again swing it at him, but came to an immediate halt when Jon had used his longer reach to his advantage. She growled when the tip of Jon’s sword poked at her breastplate and he couldn’t help himself as he raised his eyebrow in a taunting manner.
An exciting warm-up for this hellish morning, Jon thought.
"I know aught of what irks you this morning sister. But you are quite content in unleashing your frustrations onto me," He said as he swiftly ducked when her blade aimed directly at his head.
"So what tomfoolery do I find myself engaged in at the dawn of this blistering cold of a morning. To
"You know what you did," She replied with a nasty growl. She raised her sword at him, prodding the tip of her steel against his chest. Jon, however, did not seem concerned before returning her anger with a smile. He stepped backwards knowing that she wouldn't step forward with the blade and distanced himself. Twirling the steel in his hand, he readied into his stance and prepared himself for what was to come.
“You need more refinement with your swordplay sister. You’re becoming more like Arya when you get angry,” He said as moved to counter one of his attack with his own.
Robin suddenly surprised him when she deflected his swing away from her and pinning the blade onto the ground with her own.
"You cut me," Jon said as he placed his hand to the side of his face. The cut only grazed the skin, but deep enough to draw blood.
"You're going to get more cuts on you when I'm done with you," She growled.
"That sounds quite exciting," He teased her before moving back to the defense.
She bombarded with a reign of blows, her strikes fast enough that Jon had to lift his sword to defend himself. His stance stood strong, barely losing ground against the aggression. If she had composed herself, then this would have been a much more difficult fight.
Jon noticed the puffs of hot air coming out of her mouth, exhaustion seeping in as her movements became sluggish. But that didn't deter her behavior as she started swinging wildly. Jon easily dodged those, jumping back to avoid the wide swing. At this rate, her arms were going to fall off if she continued to act like a mad man.
"You're nothing but a whoremonger just like every other man,” She proclaimed, continuing to swing wildly.
"There are no men like me." He said with a devilish smirk before parrying a swipe at his right side and deciding that enough was enough. He immediately followed up by stepping forward into her space with her defenseless. Her eyes opened wide as he encroached close enough for him to be by her ear.
"You're so beautiful when you're jealous,” He whispered softly into her ear before gripping around her waist and she found herself being lifted off the ground. With a yell of surprise, Robin was body slammed onto the floor and the air in her lungs left for a second when her back hit the ground. Her vision turned a piercing white light for a split second, but when her vision came back to her, Jon was on top of her. His beautiful and haunting gray eyes stared at hers and that damned smile of his made her limbs go weak.
Her daunting temperament did little to unnerve as they stared off at one another. However, with him defeating her in the fight and being pinned by him, Robin had no choice but to relent. The stare off ended with her accepting defeat and tilting her head to expose her tender neck to him. Jon grinned maniacally with Robin submitting herself to him knowing that this would be the end result of her foolishness. The North didn’t tolerate weakness and there was no feasible way that he could back down towards his sister.
A sharp gasp came from her when Jon dove his face onto her supple flesh of her neck and gave it a stinging bite. His jaw applying enough force to bruise the tender area and leaving a lovely mark onto her. Knowing that she wouldn’t resist him, he promptly released his right arm off of her before instantly shooting it at her face. His large and callous hands captured her jaw into its grasps before forcing her head straight to stare into his large gray eyes.
A much softer gasp came out when he leaned into her and touched her lips with his own. She moaned under his lips despite her atrocious attitude this morning, she accepted his kiss wholeheartedly.
Jon’s tongue lashed out from his mouth as her own mouth eagerly allowed him to enter. His tongue was so long and deep inside of her mouth that she could feel the back tingle from the sensation.
Their exchange lasted a lifetime before Jon abruptly put a stop to their dance. His tongue slipped out of her mouth with her own tongue nearly chasing out desiring more. He pulled his head back completely to admired his flushed sister. Her pale cheeks were a bright pink; hot and flushed as she stared at him with a panting exhaustion. With her chest beating erratically, it felt like she could barely think straight. Her body heavy with list and desire that she had nearly leaned forward in attempt the follow his fleeting lips.
“Well, it’s about that time,” He said as he pulled himself off of her.
“W-what? Why did you stop!?”
“Because someone decided to vent out their frustration on a certain someone. And I don’t know about you, but I can start to smell the dirt and sweat that is piling on me,” Jon groaned as he stretched out his sore limbs. “I’m going to get out of my training armor and break my fast.
“H-hey! Come back here! You can’t leave me like this!”
She continued to shout at him, but Jon opted to ignore the screeching woman and simply gave her a wave of his hand before marching back to his room.
Aegon stood in his room as he stripped himself of his training clothes. He would need to take a bath after drenching himself in sweat and dirt. He had figured he should have at least got some training in before being interrupted by his sister. The bannerman of his uncle would be arriving soon and he doubted that he would get much privacy once they arrived. And it would be utter chaos once the King's entourage arrives by the end of the week.
Thinking about the king had caused him to reflect about everything about his time as king too.
They spoke of him as one of the worst rulers in the history of Targaryen Kings.
Was it true?
Probably.
The harsh reality was that the truth of his rise to King had been greatly exaggerated by historians to besmirch him in an unfavorable light.
Well… more unfavorable than what it already was.
But what did it speak of about the lords and ladies that were desperately courting his favor to increase their power base? He was a foul man, but in a time where corruption was a common occurrence, he was no fouler than the men that sought to court his favor.
Cruel? Quite possibly. But no one batted an eye when the blacksmith had beaten his sweet Megette to death.that was the mother of four of his bastards.
Did he take her because she was quite fair in the eyes?
Absolutely.
But that hadn’t stopped the blacksmith from taking the gold dragons from his hands and sold his wife to him. Of course, his kingsguard was quite the threatening presence, but what spoke of a man who wasn’t willing to fight.
What did it say about a father that groomed a child to seduce the king?
He was just fortunate enough to be a Targaryen just like those before him.
Aegon the Dragonbane, Baelor the Blessed, Daeron the Young Dragon, and his father, Viserys Targaryen.
These were the names of the kings that had preceded him after the Dance of the Dragons. Aegon had never expected to sniff the throne when he was near the bottom of the succession line. But a string of unfortunate events and stupidity had caused his name to grow higher on the succession list.
Though his uncle had become unliked in history, Aegon the third and his father had peace and prosperity to the realms after the disaster that was the Dance of the Dragons. The civil war had left farmlands burnt, generations of younger men killed, and many houses had vanished after the destruction left by the war. Though he was an unsettling man, his uncle was a good ruler with his brother as the Hand, they had repaired the ruin left by his grandmother and granduncle. His personal trauma had haunted the man after what he had witnessed during the war with him personally watching as his mother was eaten, and he was either separated with his brothers or had to learn that they had been slain. He had only trusted his lone brother which was why when his regency had ended, Aegon had disbanded the entirety of the small council as he trusted none of them. The small council members were of course slighted by the quick dismissal by the King and they could do nothing to change his mind. This only led them to use his traumatizing past in an attempt to discredit his reputation in some type of petty revenge.
It was just rather unfortunate that he had died due to consumption.
With the unexpected death of his uncle, his eldest son became the king at the young age of ten and four. Daeron, who would quickly become known as the Young Dragon, took the throne when the Hand and Daeron’s uncle, Viserys, had forgo regency and allowed him to take the crown. Viserys had remembered how much Aegon had hated his regency, powerless to do anything when the small council acted in their own interest especially after the incidents with the Rogarree family.
Aegon had to admit that his younger cousin was a military genius who planned an entire campaign against Dorne with their distant relative Alyn Oakenfist. Everyone thought him to be a fool when boldly proclaimed that he conquered Dorne and completed Aegon’s dream of the seven kingdoms united. No one had any confidence that the child would be able to accomplish his ancestor’s dream. And yet, within a year, Daeron had proved his doubters wrong when Dorne laid defeated.
However, his political ineptitude had cost him dearly.
His foolish insistence to pursue an alliance with Braavos had ultimately proved to be his downfall. Daeron believed that he was helping Dorne with this alliance as it would provide Dorne the much needed aid in dealing with the rising problems of pirates. He did not foresee that the other free cities, who were warring with Braavos at the time, felt endangered by this alliance. And thus, they freely provided aid to the Dornish that had not knelt yet.
He had also placed a Tyrell in charge of Dorne to deal with the remaining rebels which was also a foolish move that forced Daeron back to Dorne. Dorne, Tyrells, and Baratheons were sworn enemies against one even back when Durrandon was reigning kings of Storm End. To place one of them as their overseer would create unrest amongst the Dornish.
Couldn’t his cousin at least be married and have children before waging war on those Dornish cunts? Daeron even had all of the opportunity to find a queen when he returned from his recent conquest when he had remained in the capital for two whole years before being assassinated in Dorne. It wouldn’t have been that hard when his sister, Daena, had idolized her brother and wanted to marry him. But she was unfortunate that he was murdered and she was forced to marry her other brother, Baelor.
His cousin, Baelor, had to be the stupidest motherfucker he had ever met.
He was already batshit insane before he had gone to save his shitstain of a brother, Aemon. A captive during the murder of Daeron and his entourage, House Wyl had kept him prisoner in a viper’s pit. However, by the time that Baeler had foolishly decided to march to Dorne on barefoot, the pit was already half empty of the vipers. The vipers didn’t even attacked him nor did they bow their fucking heads like they were written in the books. He just tiptoed around those fuckers and opened the cage to the prison cage that held his brother. In truth, he fell unconscious because the man was going through one of his fastings despite that they were in the middle of Dorne. Combined with the intense heat of the Desert Kingdom, Baelor had exerted all of his energy saving Aemon before collapsing due to a heat stroke. It was his father that came up with every fabrication in the book to ensure that nobody would learn of the stupidity of their king.
Aemon should have just left the man to die in Dorne.
He outlawed prostitution and in turn, forced thousands of whore and their children to suddenly be out of a job and homeless. The claims that the smallfolk had loved the man for charitable acts were greatly exaggerated. The coffers were bled dry by his cousin's act of charity and the decision to build the Great Sept on Visenya’s Hill. For a time, the smallfolk did enjoy the gifts from the king, but those feelings were quickly turned to unease when there was none left to give. The former whores had become dependent on the gold given by the king and with no job or gold, thousands started to leave the city in hope of finding work elsewhere. None of the nobles were willing to offer a loan to the king when they realized he would just give it away and would be unable to provide the means to pay it back.
He had three beautiful sisters that he could have used to bring the great lords to his side. Political tools that could have helped create stability and prosperity to the realm with supporters by his side which he severely lacked. He already loss much of his support when he didn’t avenge the death of his beloved brother, Daeron, and instead made peace with Dorne. Baelor even rewarded the traitorous nation by marrying Myriah Martell to Naery’s son, Daeron the Second. His constant disrespect of the nobles had left him with no supporters especially when Baelor had forced Lord Belgrave to wash the feet of a leper. It was the only reason why Baelor was unable to punish him when he had cucked the fool and took his wife and queen, Daena Targaryen, as his lover. The nobles had rallied around the older Targaryen and his father, Viserys, when the houses realized that Baelor had no plans to create an heir and thus his father became heir apparent.
And just like his brother, all he needed to do was just fucking pop a kid into his wife.
And for the sake of the realm, his father had to secretly poison the king before one of his prolonged fastings.
Aegon had curled his fists into a raging ball thinking about his father once more.
It was best to leave his thoughts about his father behind for the moment and bring himself back to his current situation.
He needed to see if the royal visit would aid him in any type of way with plots created within his head. The royal family were expecting to arrive in a matter of days and the castle was bustling with life, news of the King's arrival spreading like wildfire. Every day, more and more Northern lords were arriving in anticipation of King Robert's arrival. After all, when was the last time the King had voluntarily traveled to the North?
It was why he had decided to travel back to Winterfell immediately upon hearing the news. He had spent nearly half a year touring the North as he became reacquainted with his father’s bannerman and fostering a relationship with them. He had already been at Cerwyn when he had received the news and all it took was the Kingsroad and he had arrived in Winterfell in two days time. Arriving weeks earlier in comparison to the other lords much to Lady Stark's chagrin. Spiteful woman still possessing a hate-boner towards even after all he had done for this family. Still, Jon was glad to have arrived early as it allowed him to catch up with his dear sister, Sansa.
He was so occupied in his thoughts, Jon didn't notice that someone had snuck into his doorway. A poor habit, especially as assassinations had been a common occurrence back in his old life. He wouldn't put past lady Stark to hire an assassin if he ever decided to push her buttons enough.
"Is there a reason why you are disturbing my morning so early again? You should be breaking your fast right now Robin."
Robin Stark was the eldest of the Stark children, born before Eddark Stark marched from Riverrun to aid in the Usurper's war against the Dragon's tyranny. The circumstances of Aegon's birth withstanding of course.
A woman had stood right outside his door in the hallway as drop dead gorgeous as she could be. Long silky auburn hair reminisced to their sister Sansa but burned even brighter. Raising her face ever so slightly to reveal a near flawless face with pale.skin that shined vibrantly in contrast. There was a light shower of freckles on her high cheekbones, but it only served to compliment her colorful locks.
She was wearing a simple blue cotton dress, but the dress clung nicely to show off her perfect womanly curves. The large pair of breasts bulging out her chest was nearly ready to tear through the fabric. A narrow but fit waist that trailed outwards into the shape of an hourglass. Leading towards a wide and outwards curve that showed off her childbearing hips. No doubt inherited from her mother who had easily given to five Stark children with relative ease.
Robin wasn’t one to watch her figure, never minding the amount of food that she consumed and the amount of physical activities in her daily routine.
It amazed him to no end to see a woman like her act so comfortable in a dress and played the part of the perfect southern lady. And then a flip could switch within her as she was also likely to threaten your head with a sword in her hand just hours before.
Could he be blamed for lusting after another one of his sisters?
When the day came that Aegon traveled south, he had no plans to bring his sisters with him. Unless he wanted septons, knights, and nobles to break their oaths and attempt to do so etching unsavory towards them. Up North, he would have all the power to hang those currs for daring to stare with their lecherous stares. However, down south, his status as a bastard was more precarious.
"Jon." She seethed out.
“Are you finally going to tell me what I have done to provoke you?”
She stepped into his room with a furious stomp, her face flushed with indecency or anger he didn't know but it only made him want to take her right then and there. Robin was absolutely heated right now as she downright glared at him with a murderous gaze.
“Nearly half a year,” She snarled. “And the first thing that you do is to bed our dear sister!?”
“To be fair… I would say that I tried to bed her. She did not allow me to actually bed her… yet,” Jon said knowing that this would madden his sister further.
"Though I wonder what would you do if I matched right into her room and deflowered her right then and there.” A candid admission that Jon still had desires for their sister even now.
A temporal gaze of possessiveness engulfed her as she stalked her way towards him. Her predatory eyes locked onto its prey as she approached him from behind. Burying her face into his shoulders, she took a deep breath into him. Her nostrils absorbed the variety of scents that remained on his body.
"I can still smell her on you," She snarled. A low rumbling growl emitting from her throat. The clutch of her hands into his shoulders tightened, her nails nearly digging into his pale flesh and dropping droplets of blood. But Jon remained still, his lax posture persisted and showing that he was unbothered.
Jon sighed: "There is no need for such jealousy. It would be quite unbecoming for a lady such as yourself.”
“Fuck being a lady,” She growled into his ear. “You are mine first. I don’t care what you do with that fucking whore of a sister. You should have come to me.”
The intense jealousy on her face only made him admire her wicked look. But Robin was forgetting her place if she thought that she could command him so easily.
With a low rumbling growl, Jon snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. A gasping moan came from her when he lowered his hands and gripped onto her ass. Her anger at him seemed to be completely forgotten now that Jon was focusing his attention onto her. His hands delivered a deep massage, kneading his pants and fingers to the depths of her bottom flesh. His sensual touch soon left her withering in excitement within his clutches.
"So beautiful," He hungrily whispered into her ears. The words of sweet nothings were making her legs putty. The warmth of her loins was heating up intensely as he leaned forward to passionately kiss her neck just like he had done at the training grounds.
Soon after enjoying the feeling of her ass onto his hands, Jon pulled away from his sister. With a sharp twist, he twirled her around before pushing her towards his desk. Bending her over his table, he gripped the back of her neck and pinned the back of head onto the wooden frame of his desk. She gave out a good ole moan when he took the opportunity to give her asscheek a firm smack. Robin didn’t seem to mind despite the harshness of his touches, if anything she seemed to be chopping at her lips.
“Oh so you do have fangs brother,” She taunted him despite the disadvantage she found herself in. She reveled in the challenge of raising the ire of her brother especially if she found his attention solely focused on her. Called her jealous, but she had nearly wanted to wrangle Sansa’s neck for trying to seduce their brother. Of course, she didn’t doubt that it was Jon that used his devilish wiles to coerce their sister into bed.
They were a family and the family shared everything together. However, seeing the beautiful flower bloomed within their younger sister, Robin was worried that she would try to steal Jon for herself. For she knew that Sansa could be a selfish bitch if she wanted to be. She had wanted everything and was always trying to up show her to the point it was constantly grinding her gears.
But not under her watch.
“And you don’t know how to withdraw your fangs sister.”
His free hand reached down lower before grabbing a handful of fabric. Jon lifted the lower hem of the dress and placed it over to reveal bare and plump ass cheeks. A lovely arse if Jon had ever seen one and he could only admire its wonderful shape.
"No undergarments? How scandalous." He remarked as he couldn't help his desire take over. Robin yelped when Jon gave the marvelous posterior another firm smack, but this time flesh met with flesh leaving a sizable red imprint onto her. He gave her beautiful bottom a firm squeeze before spreading them apart.
"You really want to know what I did Sansa?"
“What are you - ahhh…”
Without any preparation, Jon surprised Robin by penetrating his thumb right through the entrance of her back side. She let out a loud moan as she started to shudder when he started to play with the insides of her ass.
"Hmmm!" She moaned as he meticulously rubbed the inside of her rectum. Slow and sensual, Jon took his thumb with her bum and forced her voice to shudder against the wave of pleasure. He continued to gyrate his fingers within her, sending a thrilling excitement right into her spine.
"Who would have thought you would enjoy getting your asshole teased?"
"Please fuck me!" She exclaimed, unable to hold it in any longer. Her poor pussy was wet with heat as her sweet nectar dripped down her thighs. Rubbing them together furiously as her body was practically begging to be ravaged by his cock.
"I will fuck you, but we will make it quick. I have not broken my fast yet and I am starving.” ."
She nodded her head in confirmation as she wiggled her fat ass for him. Her pink slit was already ready for his thick erection. The pristine entrance of her vagina was slicked with her natural juices, soaking and preparing her hole for penetration. One that Jon was eager to oblige as he untangled strings to his trousers and allowed them to drop to the ground.
His erection out in full swing, he was ready to fuck her as Robin reached behind her to spread her puffy lips for ease of access. Pressing the tip of his hard cock against her entrance, he could physically see her spine tremble as the warmth of his cock touched her pink flesh. Releasing her neck from his grip, he chose to focus on her curvaceous hips. Placing his hands onto the soft flesh, Jon pushed forward with a sharp thrust and penetrated his fat cock into her vagina.
“Oh!” Robin had nearly fainted on the spot as her vision was nearly cut white with an audible gasp of air. Jon had pushed all of his length into her in one full motion and caused her leg to buckle from the intense sensation. Taking him to the hilt, Robin had felt full as he had pushed deep into her folds. She had nearly crumbled for a split second when the tip of his girth had pressed against her cervix. His length was impressive as it was able to barrel its way through the last of her resistance and penetrate into her uterus.
Despite the ease in which her cunt was able to bottom his cock out, the inside walls of her vagina gave his shaft a firm clench - unwilling to release him from the wet folds. Jon charged at her squeezing cunt with a ferocity that outmatched what he had done to Sansa’s ass. His technique did not falter even once, striking at her insides from multiple angles to ensure that the whole of her vagina was being pleased. There was no table left unturned, his cock exploring every inch of her pink depths. The slams of hips strong enough for the wooden desk to shake vigorously against the impact of his thrusts. He was churning the insides of her poor pussy as her hole felt like it was going to break into a million pieces and be remodeled into the shape of his girth. But no matter how many times he had fucked into a mindless stupor, her vagina held strong for her. He pounded her mercilessly, not giving a second of reprieve as the sound of loud slapping echoed.
Though the lecherous face of his sister right now made it sure that she didn't seem to mind the roughness of how he took her. He had her howling within no time, having no regard that her clamorous moans were booming beyond the room itself. She was almost feral in her visage, the blood of the wolf coarse through her veins stronger than any of the Stark children aside from maybe Arya.
There was a certain enjoyment in watching his sister believe that she could challenge a man with decades of experience under his belt. The delight of listening to the sounds of his sister moaning wildly to being fucked. His infamy of the amounts of bastards that he sired were poultry to the amount of women that he had bedded. He had lived and breathed sex in his previous life and everything that Robin had learned had come from him. Robin was a few decades away from trying to dominate him in bed, but he wasn’t going to shy away from the challenge like a craven.
Jon was amused as his sister transformed into a whimpering bitch from the wolf that she claimed to be. She no longer possessed the strength to hold herself up as she sprawled on top of the desk. The folds of her slick pussy squeezed excitedly as it felt like it was demanding more of his cock. Jon felt her already tight insides tightened to near impossible levels, an iron vice grip clutching around his shaft. She was closing onto her own release with how her nails scratched deep into the wood of his desk. Her moans became guttural and incomprehensive as she was becoming drowned out by the feverish pleasure.
"C-cum… cumming," She gibbered faintly, but it was still enough for him to hear. A sharp grunt came from him as he followed Robin with his own orgasm. His seed erupts out of him, flooding her insides. A moaning gasp fell out of her as her spine jittered from his load. A steady flow of virile semen began to pump into her by his twitching member. Her womb started to swell from the overload of his seed and droplets of the fluid started leaking down her thighs.
Even as he pulled out of her, his shaft gave one last twitch before the last of his cum splurged out of him. Cum sprayed onto her and marked her tight ass with his seed.
With an exhausting and relieving sigh, Jon felt his cock starting to soften as he admired his work. However, the uneasy emptiness of his stomach started to arise back in him. The raw sex suppressing his appetite and Jon looked out the window to see that it was still late morning. He might be able to go to the hall and grab some food if the cooks were still working.
Before he was ready to leave, he gave Robins unmarked asscheeks a nice and firm slap.
Jon bent down to pull his trousers back up before turning around to leave. Just as he was ready to take a step away, Robin surprised him as she pounced from her lying position. He had assumed that she was slumbering from their little coupling, but he shouldn't have underestimated his blood. With an unexpected push, he tumbled backwards before landing on his bed. Jon found himself busy staring at the ceiling of the room as it was revealed that she had lunged at him when he had let his guard down. She crawled forward onto the bed, moving to climb on top of him. Straddling the lad as she placed her thighs between his waist and placing her weight in the middle of his core.
"You think that was enough to satisfy me?" She challenged him with her sultry voice, whispering into his ears as she had him pinned down. A small tug of her lips formed an underlying and devious smile.
With a surprising show of strength, Robin ripped the trousers that he had just put backed on and grabbed his shaft from above. Lining the cock, Robin pushed herself down onto him, letting out a low moan as her pussy enveloped his rod again. Softly grinding her hips with his shaft still inside to prevent it from going soft. It was as if she was daring him to pull him out of her. But the sensitivity of his penis heightened after his first orgasm and her soft insides only clamped around his girth harder.
In a loving touch, she lowered her body so that she was laying her stomach on top of him as she brought her face closer to his. Foreheads pressing against one another as her ocean blue eyes and his own regal gray eyes gazed at another. Silence hung in the air, but there was no tension between the two as they affectionately stared upon another. Her delicate fingers tracing down the sharp features of Jon’s sculpted face.
Their silence broke when Robin desired more and she began to move her hips upwards. A sultry moan escaped her sweet lips before a rawer moan came out when she slammed her hips down onto his cock hard. The pleasure was intense when her eyes rolled back for a split second and her smooth and warm insides clenched snug around his cock.
She worked her hips furiously as she was fucking herself into a slutty mess. Her lovely arse bounced on him as she evolved into gyrating and circling his shaft to maximum effort. The screams of her pleasure echoed loudly through his room and Jon was glad that his room was in an isolated part of the castle.
“I’m cumming again!” She screamed as the walls of her vagina suddenly clenched down hard. Her slit was already wet beyond imagination, but that didn’t stop the gushing of her womanly juices. She was squirting all over his cock violently as her whole body started to shiver at the height of her orgasm.
Robin slumped from her posture before resting herself on top of his body. A satisfied sigh came out of her, the latest orgasm strong enough to push her over the edge.
She was absolutely exhausted.
Her eyes widened in shock when suddenly a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her. She found her arms trapped within the enclosure as she was suddenly unable to break free. Robin looked up at her brother and found him staring back at her with a devilish smirk.
"Two can play this game my dearest sister,"
He needed to remind her where her place was in this status quo before lifting her hips and dropping her straight down onto his cock. He could feel her trembling in his arms when had done so as she let out a wonton moan. With a firm grasp around her waist, he pushed his hips upwards and slammed into her wet cunt. The sheer force of his thrusts caused her ass to bounce up before gravity decided that she needed to fall back down onto his shaft.
She didn't know how long he was pounding her as their lovemaking had blurred the time around them. Orgasm after orgasm, she felt them rippling through her body as she could no longer fight back against them. By the time Jon reached his own release, Robin was completely tapped out with his hot seed filling her.
Her gentle fingers threaded through his soft, black hair as they laid there in a comfortable silence.
Jealousy made for a vicious woman.
And he was all for it.