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On days like these, he truly missed being a simple recruit of the Night’s Watch.
He cannot deny when he was a child he dreamed of being a lord ruling his lands, even if he grew up being constantly reminded that bastards could never rule over anything. But the Gods had something different planned for him.
Not long time before, the title of Lord Commander of the Night Watch’s watch was bestowed upon him. Back then, he thought it was the most important title a bastard like him could ever obtain. It didn’t take long before his duties made him make difficult choices. And for those choices, his own men betrayed him. Murdered him.
But he didn’t die. That red priestess brought him back and the moment he started breathing again, his life changed.
He fought to take back his home from the vile Bolton bastard. It was not easy, but the Stark banner would eventually replace the Bolton one. And when the lords who once bowed to his brother Robb came to Winterfell to swear fealty to House Stark yet again, they named him King in the North. A smirk always forms on his face when thinking the worst nightmare of Catelyn Tully came true.
And then, he met her. A woman whose stories he heard about made her feel more like a legend than something real. A foreign invader who came back after all these years to reclaim her birthright. The last member of a family that was feared and hated in Westeros.
His family. The love of his life. His Dany.
Their meeting as king and queen, rivals in their goals and yet so similar in many other aspects, started with an apparent impasse and turned into something neither of them could have ever imagined.
Thinking about the reason he was sitting on that throne was the only thing he could do at that moment. He knew it was his duty as king to hold court, but he was not particularly good at it. Dany was naturally gifted for it and she told him how she used to hold court regularly when she ruled over Mereen while sitting on a simple bench instead of the lavish throne she found there.
And that’s something that she did there in Westeros too. When they finally conquered King’s Landing and got in front of the Iron Throne, she refused to rule while sitting on it. The Throne was the cause of so much conflict spanning generations and somehow turned out to be a cursed heirloom of their family. And so, the Iron Throne would be no more, melted by the crossed flames of Drogon and Rhaegal. In its place, Dany commissioned some carpenters two simple wooden thrones for them. He imagined the Iron Throne was probably way more uncomfortable, but he still didn’t like sitting on it all day. But those were the duties of a king, especially during times of peace. And after all, he had his family around him that made even the most boring day worth living.
***
Holding court after court, he began to suspect that many people traveled to King’s Landing just to see the Dragon Queen. Most of the petitions the people submitted to them were the responsibility of the various lords, so they felt more like an excuse to make such travels. And he got more confirmation by taking notice of how many men were looking at his wife.
If there was something that even their enemies could agree upon, it was that Daenerys was astonishingly beautiful. The natural beauty of people of Valyrian descent has always been something he has deemed a legend until he met her.
And since winter ended and days got warmer, she began to wear some lighter Essosi dresses that only enhanced her own beauty, emphasizing the curves of her body. He never complained about that, especially since he found out these dresses were much easier to strip off. But it was also true that other men were indubitably having the same thoughts.
The dress she was wearing that day was pretty mild compared to some of her dresses that could only be described as indecent, as much he could not deny they worked very well on him. One blue dress, in particular, had such an effect on him it was really hard to maintain control the very few times she wore it just for him.
He finally convinced himself that this little paranoia of his was unwarranted. He knew that Dany was his as he was Dany’s. He took courage; the day was still long.
***
He now had evidence that the Gods decided to make fun of him. The last thing he expected to happen that day was some fancy poet from Essos to show up. He said he wanted to personally thank the Breaker of Chains for what she had done to end slavery during the time she spent there. He could swear his poetry was so boring he could not even remember what they were talking about. He was just hoping for that foolery to be over when he turned to Dany and noticed she seemed to be very interested in him. When it was finally over, she praised his performance and offered him some coins as a reward for his good service.
He didn’t know why, but his mind was traveling in places he never explored before. The way the poet was looking at her and the way she was looking at him made his thoughts darker. He started to doubt if Dany actually liked more those kinds of men, since all her life he only dealt with warriors like him. He also tried to convince himself he was being paranoid. She was the mother of his children, his true love, and also her real family. And yet, that doubt refused to leave his mind. He wondered if he too was finally going
***
He managed to survive the court session that day, but he was thinking again and again about what happened earlier. He was still annoyed by Dany’s behavior and so, he pretty much ignored her for the rest of the day. Even during the dinner, he barely told her anything, focusing instead on his little princess, Lyanna. Dany on the other hand spent some time with little Aemon. It did not matter if in that moment he felt livid by what happened earlier, seeing his children warmed his heart and reminded him how his dream of having a family had come true. And both he and Daenerys swore their children would never endure the same hardships they had to go through.
After accompanying Lya to her chamber and wishing her a good night, he decided to head to the royal bedchambers. He just wanted to sleep over it and if he was quick enough, he would’ve been able to get there before Dany.
As soon he approached the chamber’s door, he noticed one of the Royal guards was already there. Dany had been quicker and his plan had gone awry. The only thing he could hope for was that she had already fallen asleep.
He approached the door, giving a small nod to the guard to dismiss him. When they were together in the privacy of their chambers, Jon wanted the two of them to be alone. He knew he could defend Dany in case someone was foolish enough to try to sneak into their chamber. And last, because they wanted to spare those guards the noises of their intimacy.
He essentially sneaked inside the room, making sure he shut down the door behind him without making much noise. He didn’t want to wake her up in case she was already sleeping, but yet again his bad luck decided to manifest itself.
Sitting on their bed, his wife was there waiting for him. She was wearing one of those Essosi nightgowns showing very clearly the curves of her body, leaving very little to his imagination. Normally, he would be trying to stop himself from jumping at her but that night he wasn’t in the mood for it.
He wondered how much she had been waiting for him, but he got the feeling she wanted to talk to him. Perhaps because she was wearing that queen façade she usually reserved for her enemies or rivals. That same façade she was wearing during their first meeting a long time before.
He stood there for a few moments, incapable of saying anything or even moving a bit. She was staring at him like a dragon waiting to attack. All he wanted was to sleep over it and leave that awful day behind him, but it seems he was
“Are you going to play a statue all night?” She finally said, breaking the silence of their chambers.
He didn’t know how to react. He didn’t want to start a fight over it, but he knew Dany too well to hope she would just pretend nothing happened. So, he had to choose between being honest with her or trying to make up some excuse, risking upsetting her.
“Sorry, I am really tired. Today’s court has been really tiring and all I want now is to sneak into bed.” Was his reply. He thought it was better to avoid starting an argument, especially since he did not want to make Dany think of him as some jealous husband.
“I am tired as well Jon, but it did not make me ignore my husband for the rest of the day.” She replied, quite coldly. Much to his displeasure, it seemed that their night would be a long one.
He had to weigh his words well. He didn’t want to say anything that may have hurt her. Even if what happened may have made him angry at her that day, he still deeply loved her.
“I am sorry, Dany. Today has been a tiresome day, forgive me if I was not in the right mood, I did not want to ignore you. Everything is fine, do not worry.” Another lie he would soon regret.
“To me, it does not seem that everything is alright! You have been behaving the same when you first found out about your heritage, Jon!” Was her annoyed reply, leaping to her feet. “You are behaving exactly like when you started avoiding me after you found out about your heritage! I don’t want to see you in that state again, so that’s why I am worried about you ignoring me!” She added as she slowly walked toward him. At that point, something snapped inside him. He realized that what he had said may have hurt her, and the last thing he wanted was to imply she did not love him. That thought made him blame himself for being such a fool to not have even thought about that outcome, and soon he was so angry at himself he could not control anymore what he was going to say next.
“I have always told you I am not the right person to sit all day hearing people’s requests and complaints! I know it is our duty since the bloody Seven Kingdoms are finally having some peace, but this is not what I was born for! Sitting all day hearing people complaining about problems their liege lords should take care of!“ He finally gave in to his frustration. It felt like a liberation. “And do you think it’s easy for me to keep control while I notice there are men looking at you, wishing they were me? Or men trying to just win your favour like that bloody poet wasting our ti-”
“The poet?” She asked, interrupting him.
“Aye, that awful poet and his sappy words. What was he trying to do, impress you and get into your good graces? What a waste of time, he made me regret my time at the bloody Wall!” At last, he gave in to his frustration. It felt like liberation to him, but what he did not know was that
“Oh.” was all she said. For a few moments, silence fell again in their chamber. He was eagerly waiting for her reply
“So, you are telling me that my husband, my king, is in fact jealous of some wandering poet?” She finally asked, breaking the newfound silence. A smirk was now plastered on her face, and he soon realized he turned into the prey of the Dragon Queen.
He knew that whatever thing he would tell her at the moment was going to be used against him, so maybe it was time to be honest with her.
“Jealous? Annoyed would be the best word to describe it. That man just crossed the Narrows Sea using slavery as an excuse to get in front of you and use his honey words to enchant you for some money. I would usually not give a damn about it, but since you looked so interested in him I believe you can not expect me to just sit there without saying anything.”
“Well, dear husband, if you have seen me very interested, it is only because I have never heard many men dabble in poetry before. Almost all men I have met in my life have been warriors, so you cannot expect me to not be curious about it.” Was her stern reply.
“I am no bloody poet Dany, I have grown up a bastard and it was never expected from me to dabble in sappy words. Nor did I learn during my time as a brother of the Night’s Watch, since we had real problems to take care of. So, I am not going to apologize if I am not sufficiently sophisticated for court life like a damn poet wandering from court to court for a living!”
There was now silence again. Perhaps, he has been too blunt. He tried to scrutinize her face, trying to get a hint of how she was feeling at the moment or what her next move would be. But that queenly façade of hers did not let any emotion pass through it. So, he had to patiently wait for her reaction.
“Did you ever ask yourself why I have fallen in love with you and not with a poet, Jon?” She asked him, slowly walking closer to him. “Maybe, there are qualities I value more than others. Qualities you possess and that I would even say you are very good at” Her tone was now shifting. Moments before, the Dragon Queen was talking to him. Now, all he could hear was the seductive voice of the woman who made him lose his mind. “And maybe, I like the kind of poetry coming from your dirty mouth” She was now barely a few inches before his face. He did not expect that kind of turn, but he could deny he was starting to like it. Perhaps, he could turn the situation in his favor. He would give her a small lesson, but he was sure she was going to love it.
He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer and lowering his head so he could stare into those hypnotic amethyst eyes of hers. If she liked his dirty mouth, then he would gladly show her what he was capable of.
“Who am I to deny my wife some poetry? Shall I begin to recite my bloody poems?” As soon he asked her that question, her lips were on his. She was already going for the tongue but as much as he liked it, that was not the plan he had in mind for her. He eventually broke the kiss much to her dismay, but she had to be patient to collect her reward.
“Look at you Dany, you cannot resist this dirty mouth of mine, after all. But a kiss is still traditional poetry in my opinion. Something even that bloody poet could do. No, my poetry is different. Lie back on the bed to find out.”
She did not hesitate a bit. From the look on her face, he knew she already guessed what was coming for her. But she was not going to get it that easily.
When she was finally lying on her back on the bed, he slowly started walking toward her. When he got close enough, he started leaning on the bed in front of her. He felt like a Ghost pouncing on its prey at that moment. When he got in position, he lifted the skirt of her nightgown, slowly unveiling first those thick thighs he deeply loved. Her pregnancies and those years she spent riding both horses and dragons shaped her thighs in a way he could have never imagined. Then that sweet cunt of her, crowned by those silver hair. As her habit, she was not wearing anything under those obscene nightgowns, making the task much easier for him.
“Please, pay attention to this piece of poetry I have written for you” after saying that, his mouth was on her cunt.
Her moans soon started filling the room, intensity changing with every move of his tongue while he was feasting over her cunt. He could still not believe that the first time he introduced her to the Lord’s Kiss, she was not aware of it. As much he hated hearing from her about her former lovers, he was surprised none of them ever got a taste of that sweet cunt.
At that moment, he was in total control. He could hear her moans when his tongue was hitting the right places, so he carefully used them to guide his movements in order to be sure he was not going to come anytime soon.
He took a small break from his feast to tease her. “Are you enjoying my poetry? I am sure you do, according to those very unqueenly verses of yours.”
“I am really pleased by your poetry. But please continue, you are not supposed to take breaks while declaiming poetry” was her reply. He could feel the need in her voice, confirming his plan was going as expected.
He reprised his feast, carefully hitting the right spots inside her cunt to bring her close to her come and always stopping when her moans suggested she was to find her release. And if at first, the pleasure was too much for her to notice he was purposefully playing with her to delay her come, she would eventually start noticing it, as she would soon confirm.
“Oh Jon, you know I love what your tongue of yours does to my cunt. But I am so close and I need to come!” She told him, between one moan and another. This was the confirmation he needed that his punishment was effective, and so it was time to move to the next step of his plan.
He broke his feast again, this time indefinitely. He could already see the frustration on her face. “What have I told you before Jon? No breaks! You have not finished your poem! Your queen commands you to resume!”
He did not reply. He pulled away from her until he stood up from the bed. He began to undress, taking her time, throwing away every article of his clothes. He was almost naked, the only thing he still kept on were his smallclothes. As soon he was finished, he went back to her. And of course, she did notice that he was not fully naked.
“Did you change your mind about your previous poem? I will allow you to recite a new one, but I think you are missing something…” She said, her eyes fixed on the smallclothes he was still wearing much to her displeasure.
“I am not missing anything. You are not a patient woman, aren’t you? Just wait and see, you should not a poet to explain the poem before even hearing it.”
“Well, let’s hear it. But I am not sure I will enjoy it like your previous one” was her slightly disappointed reply.
And so, he jumped at her again. This time, his mouth was not going after her cunt. Her nightgown was still covering the upper part of her body, a hindrance to his objective. He lifted it even more, almost taking it off her. Her breasts were now free, ready to be taken by his mouth. He loved how they filled out nicely after her pregnancies and she was able to keep them that way.
So, leaping again at her like a wolf, his mouth caught her right breast. He started sucking it, and an audible moan escaped her mouth. At the same time, he lowered his left hand on her cunt and he started rubbing it. As her moans confirmed, she was getting quite the pleasure from his punishment. He’d take small breaks to make sure she would delay her come as much as possible.
“Enjoying this new poem, my Queen?” he asked, his mouth shifting from one tit to the other.
“It is not bad, but I liked the previous one more. Why won’t you try something different? I can feel you are eager too to switch to try something else” She asked, her eyes glancing at his smallclothes. She was not the only one receiving pleasure from this, and his hard cock was enough proof. As much he wanted to plunder her cunt, it was not the right moment yet. Her request gave him an idea, but he was not sure she was going to like it.
“Please, my Queen. Let the poet finish his poem. It was you who said I should not take breaks, remember?” It felt good to use her own words against her.
And so, he kept playing with both her tits and her cunt, adding one more element to his punishment. He started grinding against her with his hard cock, knowing it was worse than torture for her. He kept going on while her moans became needier until he made a terrible mistake.
As soon he dared to press his cock against her needy cunt, she snapped. Probably it was too much for her to have him so close to be inside her, so she decided to take control of the situation. “I don’t know what your plan is, Jon Snow, but enough is enough. I need you inside me. Now. You are playing a dangerous game” And with that, she stood up abruptly and grabbed his smallclothes, pulling them down and freeing his hard cock. He awakened the Dragon Queen inside her, and she was going to take whatever she wanted. It was time to stage the last act of his plan, and she would not like the first part of it.
He pushed her back on the bed, the fire in her eyes he saw moments earlier had died down a bit because she naively believed he was going to give her what she wanted right there. Instead, he started fisting his cock at a slow pace, still refusing to enter her. And as he expected, she did not like it.
“Jon, if you think I am going to beg you then you are in for some great disappointment. I need you to fill my damn cunt. NOW!” her demand sounded like a dragon roaring. It was time to finally give her what she wanted.
And so, he slid into her. She let out a liberating moan as soon she felt him inside her, followed by other moans, each one louder than the previous, matching every inch of his cock slowly sliding into her cunt. He grabbed her left breast with his left hand and grabbed her back with his right one, getting in a more comfortable position that made it possible for him to set a slow but steady pace.
The chamber was soon filled with the sounds of their fucking: her moans, his grunts, their skin slapping, and the bed creaking under them. He had his own share of pleasure when he ate her cunt or sucked her tits, but that was what he loved the most. Fuck her sweet cunt, so hot and perfectly molded for his cock, like they were always meant to be together. Even if he was loving this and he would soon meet his own release, he knew there was one last thing he had to do. One last tease to finally complete the plan he had in mind for her.
“Gods! Oh! I am close Jon! Please go faster! Oh! I need it!” he could hear the bliss in her voice. And it was the signal the time had come for what he had in mind. With a sudden move, he pulled his cock away from her cunt. Her moans were interrupted by what he just did, and for a moment he could see the horror on her face, especially when she saw he was starting to fist his cock. He did not want to come outside of her, spilling his seed over her belly, but he wanted to make her believe he was going to do that. But he did not know what was coming for him.
Soon, the horror on her face turned into rage, a rage that he rarely saw in her. The rage of a true dragon that was not going to stop until she got what she wanted. “This is too much Jon! I don’t know what in the Seven Hells you think you are doing, but if you believe you are going to not finish inside me after teasing me all night you are so wrong!” she yelled at him, grabbing both his shoulders. With a strength he did not expect from her, she pushed him to the side, rolling him onto his back while she was now on top. In a single move, their roles were reversed.
“If you are not going to give me what I seek, then I am going to take it. With fire and blood.” she fiercely said. He could’ve come right there, she knew he had a weakness for a more dominant version of herself, but he was not sure in that moment she was doing it on purpose. Her rage looked very real to him.
She lined up her cunt with her cock and, with a single movement, she lowered onto him, taking all his cock inside her at once. A very loud moan followed, indubitably the loudest she let out that night. But that was not enough for her, he could feel she desperately needed to come. So, he started riding him, setting up a pace so frantic it made her look like she was riding a horse on the battlefield.
The fact that neither of them was probably expecting was how tables were going to turn. Dany being impaled on his cock, milking him like she needed his seed to survive, brought him to the edge of his come.
“Dany, I am so close” he announced.
“Good, inside me. Oh! Try another of your games and I will feed you to Drogon. Oh! I swear it!” she threatened him. He was not a madman, he got his fun by teasing him but he knew it was time to stop.
With a groan, he finally came. He spilled his seed in her womb and, since she still did not found her release, she was milking every single drop of seed with her cunt. It didn’t take long before she finally found the release she had been seeking for so long.
For some moments, the two of them were still in their positions, gasping for air after the incredible effort their fucking took them. When they finally recovered a bit, she went for his mouth and kissed him as usual.
After spending some time sharing cuddles, sweet words, and kisses, Jon was the first to speak. “I am so sorry for what I have said earlier, Dany. I hope I did not make you think I was really doubting your love for me or the fact you would fall for another man. I have been a fool. Doubting about the mother of my- of our children. It was not right.”
She did not reply at first. She left him eagerly waiting for a reply, but all she did was just seal her lips on his and share another passionate kiss. When she eventually broke it she gave him her answer “I am not going to lie, at first I got hurt because I did not understand why you were ignoring me. And yes, I thought at first when you started telling me about what happened that you were implying I was going to pick some other man over you. But then I realized you were just being jealous, and I guess that’s natural. After all, you are both a dragon and a wolf. It would have been weird the opposite, I guess” She said, a laugh now forming on her face. It was quite ironic that in such a short span he saw the two opposite sides of Dany. The fierce Dragon Queen, and the sweet and cheerful Dany only her family could see.
His laughter was so contagious a smile formed on his face “Thank you, Dany.” He took a pause, then he added “I propose to leave this whole poetry affair behind, do you agree? After all, I proved to you that I am indeed no bloody poet.”
“Are you sure about it? I will be honest, I like your unconventional poetry. Sometimes it's a tad irritating, especially when you leave people on the edge. But you are a natural talent and you have a lot of potential. I would like to hear more from you, in private of course. A dragon does not share, after all.”