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Let it be known that Aegon Targaryen of House Targaryen, fourth of his name, King of the Iron Throne, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms was nearing his death. Decades of uncontrolled indulgence of his lust and gluttony. His appetite held no bound as the once youthful and handsome king bloated to obesity to the point where his legs weren’t powerful enough to support his engorged frame. So swollen and fat he was, Aegon hadn’t left the couch, specifically designed for his massive body, in months. Feces and piss began to cover the furniture as he was unable to relieve himself as he couldn’t find the strength to lift himself off. Unable to leave, the fetid cesspool of his loving space started to infect his body to the point where he could feel the rotting of his skin crawl and cover him. Slowly, but surely he started to lose feeling in his limbs, atrophy starting to set in as he hadn’t moved in weeks.
“Jon…” Struggling to greet his Lord Hand as he had entered his personal bedroom. He hadn’t seen the man known as Jon Hightower since illness started to take over. For a moment, he had assumed that Jon had become a traitor and walked over to Daeron’s side right before his death. However, his son Daemon, had convinced him that the Hand had been quite busy as reports had him traveling back and forth between Oldtown and Kings Landing.
“My apologies that I’ve been… absent. I’ve been preparing for our new arrival and I assure you it will be quite pleasing.” Bowing to his King before motioning to the guard to open the door for his guest.
“I present to you my king, Serenei of Lys!” Jon HIghtower announced boastfully and powerfully.
Serenei of Lys!?
What nonsense was he spouting out now. Serenei had died giving birth to Shiera. What foolery did Hightower get himself into?
“Grrr…” Aegon growled with all the muster that he could bring forth. If Hightower would even think to make a mockery of his sweet Serenei then he would be quick to lose that head of his!
“Please, my love. Do not be so angry with poor Jon. He has only been dutiful and faithful to your cause. Without him, I wouldn’t be here before you.” A sweet sultry voice that he had recognized immediately after the individual had announced their presence.
“Serenei…” It took all of his strength to raise and turn his head to see his supposedly dead mistress. His eyes that were nearly lost to the fat near his brows had in some way widened unexpectedly. One of his favorite mistresses in his lifetime stood right in front of him, looking no younger than the first time that Jon had introduced the lady of Lys.
A beauty unlike any other, Serenei stood tall and graceful with an elegant silver dress that was low-cut and exemplified her bountiful tits. A slender frame that boasted a bountiful of curves that highlighted the natural beauty of the woman. Breasts so full that he wished that he could walk over back to the Teats and rename them once more to Serenai’s Teats.
Her face was fair and beautiful with high cheekbones and smooth pale skin that resembled greatly to the classic Valyrian look. Aegon couldn’t help, but noticed that her long blonde-silver hair was noticeably lacking on top of her head. Instead, deep burning red locks flowed elegantly behind her magnificently as he was enraptured by her wicked allure once more.
“I will take my leave of your grace,” Before bowing once more and leaving the two alone.
“Whose… body... did… you… steal?” He huffed out already knowing that Serenai was a practitioner of dark sorceries. It was how Shiera started to practice as she inherited her mother’s journals that she imparted knowledge of her sorceries. The rumors of how Serenai had practiced such arts to retain her youth and beauty wasn’t completely unfounded.
“Lord Hightower is the one that should take all of the credit. I had assumed that childbirth would have truly been the end of me. However, the secrets in Oldtown are far older and more powerful than anything I can possibly imagine.He was rather gracious to sacrifice one of his many nieces and pulled my soul back from the dead,” She remarked, observing her youthful figure. “I will not lie. She was not much of a beauty herself, but I was quite enamored with her hair that was crimsoned by fire. I decided that I needed a part of her before she died.”
“But your time with the living is limited and our remaining time is urgent.” She said before continuing.
“Our daughter… had been quite the disappointment. It is unfortunate my previous body died giving birth to the child. If only it was strong enough to survive the birthing. I could have taught her so much more than what she has learned in the journals I had left her.”
“I know what you are going to do, my love,” She said, smirking at him. “You’re going to legitimize all of your children to spite your nephew and hope that the Seven Kingdoms will rally towards your son, Daemon. I foresee the events that will change House Targaryen forever. Shiera and her lover will bring the House of Dragon to ruins by betraying Daemon and the bastard Rivers will kill Daemon in the most dishonorable fashion. If Daemon had been given the reigns of the throne, the Seven Kingdoms would have experienced a golden age under the greatest king since Aegon the Conqueror.”
“Argghh!” He howled in rage with the future events that were to be played out after his death.
“He would have brought back dragons and the century after his passing, Westeros would have been prepared for the Long Night under a unified banner.” Boasting of his son. “Alas, no matter what happens now, there is nothing that we can do to change their fate. It is too late for that now.”
“Why.. Here… Then?” Struggling to form a question.
Ignoring him, Serenai noticed a tunneling wound that had been infected with decay and rot and decided to insert her digits inside the wound. Aegon was far too gone, not even flinching as the numbness had overtaken his limbs. She smirked as her fingers fiddled into his dying flesh before stopping when she had found what she was looking for. Pulling her fingers out, a maggot worm was caught between her fingers that struggled in her grasps. Aegon couldn’t help but look at her in disgust as she opened her mouth and placed the maggot in her tongue before closing it and chewing on the infestation of a bug.
Without saying a word, Serenei ignored the cesspool, undeterred by the foul odor before moving to climb herself onto his engorged body. She nestled herself between his wide frame, using his swollen knees to stand upon. Satisfied that his cock was still rising, showing that it was still functional in spite of its terrible conditions it lived in. LIfting her dress, Serenei bent her knees before aiming her soaking cunt on top of his cock. Lowering her hips, she dropped her weight on him, taking his cock inside of her.
“Ugh,” Aegon grunted shallowly, already feeling himself out of breath. His chest moving up and down frantically as his subpar condition was finally catching up to him. In his prime, he would host orgies that lasted well into the night with the sun looming from the long-night activities. However, not only had he not had sex in such a long time, he could feel his heart beat to dangerous levels. Gasping harshly, he wasn’t able to keep up for long before he felt like he was having a heart attack as he orgasmed and came right into her inviting womb.
“With this, your grace,” She said while spreading her legs to allow to see his seed that was dripping from her crotch. “Your daughter will be born.”
“Daughter?”
“Yes...” She started before moving off of him and climbing back down. “I can no longer help you now. My body cannot survive another birth again and this time it will be permanent. The process of stealing another’s body has sapped most of my strength. Though worry not, your grace. When you are reborn once more, our daughter will provide great assistance that I have foreseen.”
“Reborn?”
“Goodbye, your grace. I hope your next life will serve you better than this one.” She said ignoring his question as she walked away from him. Not caring that she was nude, she marched out of the room as Aegon's growing frailty prevented him from calling out to her.
It was the last time he would ever see her again as Aegon would be dead within the next few hours.
As Serenei moved out of the room, he saw Jon announcing himself once more before walking through the rooms again before him.
“Shall I start on your last decree, your grace?” He asked with a scroll and quill in his hands. No doubt already knowing what he was planning to do if Serenei had already figured it out.
And thus, before his final breath, Aegon would haunt the Seven Kingdoms for generations after. His actions plague the realm with a promise of war, death, and the near total collapse of his family.
“Is there anything else you would like to add?” Jon asked as he finished up writing the final will of his king.
As much as he wanted to claim Daeron illegitimate in favor of his son, Daemon, the support for Daeron had become too powerful. War was inevitable either way after his death either way and he had truly hoped that the visions foretold by Serenei were false.
“No…” Aegon said, wheezing out as he found it more difficult to breathe by the second.
“You don’t have much time left, your grace,” Jon commented of his failing health. “There is one last thing I have to say before you depart.”
The lord of Hightower kneeled before for the last time and stared into the obese man with a ferocity and loyalty that Aegon couldn’t understand how he became so devoteful to the King.
“When you arrive once more unto this world. I want you to remember that the Hightowers are faithful servants to the true dragons of this world. Call upon our banners and we will answer the call.”
What in blazes was he talking about? Arrive once more?
Aegon thought back to when Serenai had visited him just a day earlier and he remembered their final conversation.
Were they speaking of reincarnation? What nonsense was this? While he dabbled with sorcery when Serenai had been his mistress, the thought of being reincarnated was ridiculous.
However, his thoughts mattered little now when he could feel death approaching, waiting to claim him as he could feel his body finally beginning to fail on him.
WIth no energy left in his body, Aegon closed his eyes for the final time before departing and thus his reign had ended.
(A hundred and fourteen years later…)
When she was younger, Sansa remembered there used to be a Septa residing in the castles and though distant, she did have vague memories of the Septa preceding over her lessons. Sansa had remembered how much she didn’t enjoy them that much and thought she had complained to her father. About how harsh and difficult the Septa was to the two girls, but her mother insisted to her father that it was important for a lady to be taught in the Faith of the Seven.
Lord Stark had nearly conceded and almost allowed Septa to continue her residence within the castle until the next day. Abruptly, without anyone telling her the reasons, she watched within the window sill as the castle guards escorted the Septa back to the south. The next day, Old Nan had taken over her lessons and taught the true Northern way.
Her mother had seethed in anger for that, but had nearly erupted when she had learned that her designs for the new Sept were also being scrapped as well.
She had listened as her parents argued for hours before Lord Stark had to remind Lady Stark that no Sept had ever been built in the North and that he would not be the Stark to do so. And that the Manderlys who were also followers of the Seven did not dare to build a Sept out of respect for the Old Ways.
Eddard Stark could not allow his vassals to think that he was disrespecting the Old Gods and to have his children be taught by the Faith and not the Old Ways would put his children in a precarious situation.
His mother with no choice but to concede retreated to her room and a stony silence stood strong between them for weeks. The decision still haunted their relationship today as though mother had eventually learned to accept his argument, she truly believed that he was being influenced by another.
“Curse that bastard,” She had told her one day as she grabbed her aside and tried to teach her about her brother, Jon.
“Bastards are the root of all evil within men. Do not trust any of them, not even your half-brother.”
Sansa remembered the rant that followed after her declaration and her detailed explanation of how everything a single thing Jon had done was a slight to his family. Of how Jon conspired to usurp his brother and planned to kill her and everyone within the Tully family.
Of course, she couldn’t believe any of the hate that mother was spewing out of her mouth. But there was no way that Sansa could even think of arguing back against her mother. Of how all the times when Jon would tuck her into bed and tell her old bedtime stories when her parents were too busy arguing. Or how Jon would sneak her extra dessert after dinner when mother had forced her to temper her appetite to keep her figure.
She was a child back then, but that hadn’t stopped her developing a relationship with her half-brother. Not that Jon would have allowed that relationship to end either way. When she told him that mother was forcing her to stop interacting with him, Jon just laughed at the audacity and gave her some head patting before walking off. She had remembered following from behind sneakily as she watched him march towards mother’s bedroom before closing the door behind him. She was afraid to get closer in fear of being caught so she ran back. But at dinner, Jon made the decision to sit right next to her and she remembered looking at the corner of her eyes and saw the furious scowl that was stamped on her mother’s face. Sansa had thought she would rise in anger again, but to her surprise, Catelyn didn’t move in her seat, only stewing in her rage.
“Sansa! Sansa!” Some shouted at her and broke her thoughts. FOcusing back to reality, Sansa found herself within one of the rooms in the castle of Winterfell and remembered that she was having her lessons with Old Nan. Who was conveniently standing in front of her with an annoyance on her face.
“Oh I’m sorry, Nan. I must have zoned out.” She apologized before hearing the small giggle of her friend next to her. Jeyne Poole was the daughter of her father’s steward and being of noble birth, Jeyne was educated along with herself and her sister, Arya. The latter was noticeably absent from today’s lesson as she had been given permission by their father to practice archery alongside the boys in exchange of her promising that she would wear the dress that their mother had given her for the royal visit.
“Hmph,” Old Nan huffed out ““Now where was I?
“You were talking about the ancient family tree of the Starks and how close they were. It’s good that you snapped Sansa out then. I think she would be most interested in this part of Stark’s history.”
“Jeyne!” Appalled about the underneath accusation slung her ways.
“Enough you two! I won’t hesitate to lay you both across your knees. I may be old, but my bones are still strong and I don't think I can’t do both of you at the same time!”
“Yes Nan,” Both responded, obliging to her request.
“Now allow me to continue.” She said before informing them of her family tree. About the origin of Garth Greenhand, the mythical king of the First Men, and the first Stark was a son of his. Of how all kings and lords of WInterfell were descendants of Bran the Builder, he who created the Wall and Winterfell. None of this particularly interested Sansa as she was too embroiled with music, poetry, and other womanly activities that were associated with a lady.
However, her lack of boredom started to fade immediately when she noticed Old Nan started to talk about the marriages within the Stark family.
“Truthfully, incest is a bit more common within the Starks than people of the South like to admit. Of course, no one cares if people marry their cousins. After all, Twyin Lannister had married his cousin and no one batted an eye.” Old Nan said.
“It’s when marriage with someone close then it starts to raise eyebrows especially in the south. While it is much common in the North, people won’t hesitate to call to claim incest if an Uncle or Aunt decided to marry their Nieces and Nephews. And Southerners would raise a riot if siblings would perform incest or a parent and their child.”
“You say Southerners have a hatred towards incest, but what about the North?” Sansa had asked of her, her interest piqued a lot more than she would like to admit.
“Well, it’s a bit murkier with us Northerners. We are descendants of the First Men after all and the First Men did indeed practice incest all the time. Though the last Stark to marry their sister was King Torrhen Stark before he had kneeled to King Aegon Targaryen. However, it was more of a preference as Torrhen needed to consolidate the North after their perceived betrayal of their King. They spent generations recovering their reputations by marrying their children to their vassals in order to bind their ties to the Stark.”
“It is not like the North stopped practicing incestual relationships either way. Jon Umber married his sister and Torhen’s first wife was his sister as well before she died in childbirth.” Nan remarked about the recent practices of incest.
“Now begone the both of you. Lessons are finally over for the day,” She stated before pushing them out of the classroom.
“Seemed someone was interested in Nan’s lessons,” Jeyne playfully teased her.
“Shut it Jeyne.” SHe barked at her. THe girl was far too noisy for just being the daughter of her father’s chamberlain.
“I was just curious.” Trying to misdirect her friend.
“Curious about what?” A voice appearing out of nowhere.
“Jon!” Sansa gasped out when she spotted the intruding voice to see that it was her brother, Jon, standing in the middle of the hallway.
He stood straight, discreetly showing off his broad shoulders even with the loose-fitted shirt he had opted to wear today. She couldn’t help but steal a glance underneath his strong jawline. The neckline of his shirt was low enough for Sansa to glimpse the hard pectoral muscles that he was subtly showing off.
“Nothing too much Jon. We just had quite an interesting lesson with Old Nan and now we were just heading to the kitchens to get some water.”
“Sansa truly has an unquenchable thirst after how intense she was in absorbing all that Nan taught.”
Sansa could bloody murder Jeyne if she could with the death stare that she was giving her.
Moving himself between the two ladies, he wrapped his arms around their back and onto their petite shoulders. His eyes flicker over her and Jeyne before staring hard between the two of them, delightfully noticing how snug and fitting their dresses were today. Though Sansa couldn’t help noticing that his eyes would linger towards her for much longer compared to the other girl. It was only fair after all, Sansa had blossomed into a traditional beauty, taking in her mother and her family’s features over her fathers. Her high cheekbones were an exemplary trait of the Tully’s with their famous auburn locks that were commonly described as “kissed by fire” as Jon’s friends liked to describe them as.
As discreet as he was trying to be, Sansa immediately saw that his eyes would lower for a brief moment before disguising his attempt to ogle at her. She supposed that he couldn’t help himself considering the state of their attire. Her deep blue dress wrapped tightly around her form, showing off her feminine figure. Her strong northern blood was already quite the boon, were quite perky and fuller than most girls her own age and even to the busty whores of the brothels. Her growing hips and thickening thighs were a sign of great potential for motherhood as her lovely ass grew thicker by the day and forced her to resew her dress constantly.
As she stood side by side with her brother, Sansa couldn’t help noticing how much taller she had grown over the years. Though she was half of head shorter than him, she was still taller than her mother
Sansa couldn’t help but to feel pride as more and more people were beginning to call her “The Flower of the North.” Suitors from within the North clamored to WInterfell, beseeching Lord Stark in his daughter’s hand and she even remembered when a Tyrell ambassador had come to negotiate a betrothal between Willas Tyrell and herself. But he had always denied them, claiming that only his children could decide who they would get to marry.
She was almost tempted to accept Tyrell's offer. She was a lady above all else and there was no doubt that she would naturally flourish in the flowery realm of the Reach.
But the thought of abandoning her family to go across the continent put a pause in her acceptance. Starks never fared well in the South as her father proclaimed and she doubted that it would be a very long time before she would ever see them again. And the thought of being separated from Jon, her dearest brother, had left her feeling uncomfortable.
“Well then sister,” “Maybe I can help quench you of your thirsts. What kind of man would I be if I cannot satisfy a lady's needs?”
The two girls always did indulge in her brother’s brashness, it was appealing as he would whisper sweet nothings into their ears. Faces flushed with delighted giggles as any resentment her mother had asked to direct towards the bastard quickly vanished. He was far too endearing and always knew the right words to charm his way into their hearts.
“A lady only needs her husband to satisfy her and last time I checked you are my brother. Not my husband.”
“Ouch.” Playfully pretending to be hurt by her comments. “Pulling the husband card already? Oh how a maiden hurts my heart.”
“What will I ever do?” He whispered into her ears, the hot breath of his mouth tingling the sensitive ear lobe. She could feel her ears flushing from the intimate distance as she couldn’t help it when her cheeks started to be inflamed as well.
She could feel his arm slipping around her, his hands gliding lower and lower before reaching a slow rolling stop right above her slender waist. A subtle stop from Sansa’s hands as she gently placed her delicate palm onto his rough and calloused hands.
“Must you?” She whispered hopefully low enough that Jeyne wouldn’t be able to hear from the other side. “You’re my brother. You know this isn’t right.”
If only she knew…
She had to stifle a gasp when Jon ignored her and grabbed a handful of her rear flesh under his palm. A muffled moan came out of her lips when he began groping her asscheeks as he playfully touched and spread it with his hands over her dress. She could already feel her knees wavering as her skin was sensitive to his touch even with the dress that she wore this morning.
“This is inappropriate,” Shuddering in his touch and trying to stifle her moans. “Jeyne is right there.”
“I don’t think she minds.” Jon remarked with a mischievous smile on his face.
Slap!
“Oooh!”
Sansa's eyes bugged out when a loud unstifled moan came out from the other side. Despite Jon's body blocking her view, she instantly knew that it was Jeyne that had made that lewd sounds.
“What are you doing!?” She exclaimed loudly as she suspected something was happening to her friend.
“Take a look for yourself,” He said before pulling Sansa into her into his chest and Sansa's eyes were horrified with what was happening in front of her.
The audacity of this man to constantly try to lure her into bed with him while he was playing with Jeyne right in front of her. He had pushed the drape of Jeyne’s dress above her little tushy, giving Jon’s free access to her sex. His fingers pushed into her pussy that slowly started to get wetter by the second. Fluids leaking out and dripping down onto her leg as her pussy was sensitive to his touch.
"I think Jeyne and I have a… different idea on how to spend our free time."
“Mmmhhh!” Jeyne was beginning to struggle to keep in her moans. She was doing a good job of it earlier considering that Sansa was oblivious to it. But Sansa could see that Jeyne was starting to break down with wet and sloppy noises being produced from the intensity of his fingers penetrating into her entrance.
“Harder! Harder!” Sansa chanted into her brother's ears as she was slowly being entranced to watching her brother play with Jeyne in the middle of the empty hall. They were lucky that no one came into this side of the building during their lessons time and Old Nan was usually too busy after lessons to leave the classroom immediately. “Show the whore what
"Fuck!" Jeyne was trying her best to muffle her scream, but Jon was expertly navigating inside of her with his fingers. She couldn't contain herself as she could feel her crotch tightly before reaching its boiling point.
A fountain of her pleasure fluids poured off her in a tremendous wave. Jeyne started to quiver uncontrollably as her orgasm had hit hard as her knees bent sideways and almost gave out on her.
Meanwhile, Jon had ripped his fingers out of her sloppy wet hole before his Jeyne coated fingers in front of Sansa.
"Open," He commanded her. Without saying a word, Sansa complied with his command, parting her puffy pink lips and sticking her lovely little tongue out. Swallowing his fingers, Sansa couldn’t help but suck on his fingers as they nearly reached the back of her throat right before her gag reflex. Sucking on Jeyne’s sweet juices, Sansa had nearly pleaded for more before Jon pulled his fingers off the vacuum of her mouth.
Everything else that happened afterwards had become a blur for the two girls as Jon secretly led the two back to his room. Thankfully that Jon’s room was in an isolated part of the castle, they didn’t meet any of the guards before he had led them inside.
She remembered how the moment the three of them were locked inside Jon’s room, Jeyne and her brother went at each other immediately. Dresses and trousers were ripped apart as the two of them occupied the bed while she took the chair in the corner and played with herself, watching as the two started to get intimate.
Pushing Jeyne’s head down onto the soft fabric, grinding against the bed as he thrusted deep into her wet folds.
She hadn’t expected him to be so aggressive with Jeyne right from the rip, but she couldn’t help notice that there was a sense of chemistry between the two. No doubt the countless fucking between two of them help cultivate their ‘budding’ relationship. But watching Jeyne somehow match Jon as her bubbly butt bounced back to eagerly greet Jon’s forwarding hips without compromise to herself was quite impressive.
Jeyne was getting used to this far too much to her liking.
She couldn’t deny the tensions rising inside herself as she desperately tried to get herself off. The situation at hand must have altered something, because no matter how much her fingers dig, twist, or curve inside her soaking wet pussy; she couldn’t orgasm. Watching as the two unexpected lovers fornicated right in front of her. Her eyes searing the memories of Jeyne getting fuck from the behind as Jon grabs a handful of her hair from the back of her head. Jon purposefully teases her as he leans down to parade her bare neck with a shower of hot kisses before leaving a long trail of his tongue down her flesh.
All the while, Jon stared at her, ignoring that Jeyne had exploded from another round of orgasms as a wicked smile graced his lips. The enjoyment of watching his sister finger herself was clear in his face as she could feel herself getting hotter under his lustful gaze. It only made her want to push her fingers deeper inside her folds as her sweet nectar flowed out of her furiously.
Jeyne was utterly wrecked and he still seemed so deterred as if he hadn’t ruined Jeyne with his magnificent cock. With her body weak from the continuos rounds of sex, she finally collasped as she stumbled forward. Her face planted onto the bed, but still Jon continued to pound her from behind even as Jeyne pleaded in an incomprehensive mumble.
And truthfully, Sansa didn’t want Jon to stop.
With one last thrust and a grunt, Jon reached his own orgasm as strings of his virile semen shot out of his cock, round after round. She didn’t know how long he lasted in that position, dumping cum into her womb. However, the trail of cum that was beginning to ooze out of her stuffed cunt was an indication that Jon’s fertility wasn’t in question with how much and thick his seed was.
Jeyne’s eyes rolled white with her mouth agape enough for her tongue to slowly roll out. Sloppy, wet moans were the only sound that was coming out of lips as she was truly fucked unconscious from Jon’s aggressive fucking. She truly looked like a whore now and had been fucked like one with how ravaged she had look.
However, she also knew that Jeyne alone wasn’t enough to satisfy his brother. Sansa knew how much of a tease she was to her own brother, allowing him to play with her but always prevented him from entering into her. Each day she said to herself that she would save herself for her husband, but Jon had made it maddening to live with. Each day, she was closer to succumbing to his will as she allowed him to go further than the last.
Already immediately, he had moved on from Jeyne, leaving the poor girl in her exhausted slumber and had closed the distance between the two of them. His naked and muscular frame had left her fluttering as she couldn’t help but think how marvelous he looked.
Jon acted first between the two as his hand slowly trickled down her torso, each finger crawling down one step after another. Slowly bending his knees and resting them on the floor, his hands reached their destination as she shyly covered her sex before him, but didn;t stop him when he gently pulled her hand away and revealing herself to him.
Spreading her folds for all of it for him to see, the beautiful pink flower was soaked with the leaking juices. Like a succulent fruit, Jon eagearly delved down onto her vagina, his tongue latching out and capturing her sexual fluids onto his own. The pleasurable moan that came out her lips and the heavenly flavor of her nectar caused Jon to want more.
Without a word, Jon started to move his tongue up and down, scratching against the surface of her lower lips. He could feel her legs tense around him but ignored it in favor of continuing to flavor her ripe fruit. Slow and sensual, Jon was in favor of taking his time to enjoy every second of eating out his sister’s pussy.
The tips of her fingernail pushed deep into the cushion of the chair as she felt tongue exploring deeper into her cunt. Unable to contain the moans from the abundance of pleasure, her cheeks continued to flush into a deeper crimson almost matching the locks of her flame-kissed hair. Her breaths became shorter and hitched before her prized jewel was enraptured by Jon’s mouth. The very structure of her spine began trembling, her back arching and hips rising as Jon suckled on her clit.
With a loud POP! Jon decided that he had enough of flavoring the deliciousness of her folds and released it from his mouth. That, however, didn’t mean that he was done playing with her sister as his hand continued to spread her lips. Instead, Sansa howled delightfully when he placed a finger against her groin and slowly pushed inside of her.
He could physically see her pussy clenching around his fingers, tightening itself around the digit. But that wasn’t going to deter him as he stubbornly dived deeper, but was cautious enough to not just shove all of it in. He should have been thankful that Sansa was completely wet from before, but even the wealth of natural lubricant made it difficult to push forward.
I can’t wait to take your maidenhood if you’re already this tight.
She tried to relax as she gasped out, her brain filled with sensory overload. But the pleasurable sensation was too much for the young virgin as she saw her vision go lighter when Jon finally inserted the whole length of his finger inside. She must have looked silly when Jon curled his finger slightly and began moving in and out of her. Sansa screamed out like a whore as she couldn’t control the gushing liquids that began to explode out of her. Jon was scratching an itch that she never knew that she possessed, the relief that came with it was something she had never experienced even when she fingered herself.
“I’m cumming!”
Gasping for air, but unable to breathe, Sansa’s felt her toes curl intensely when the pleasure of being fucked by her brother’s fingers were too much. The sounds that came from her sex did its best to imitate Jeyne and Jon fucking as her silky wet cunt was making lewd and obscene noises. Juices were freely flowing out of her and spilling everywhere as she finally reached her climax. Her vision turned white and felt head-empty for just a split moment before an explosion of nectar came out of her and showered itself all over Jon who took it in stride.
Sansa’s entire body went limp afterwards and she couldn’t help but release a huge satisfying sigh of relief.
Sansa was deep and enamored in her post orgasmic state that she failed to notice his fingers withdrawing from the warmth of her insides. Instead, Sansa’s own eyes bugged wide open when she felt another object lying right where the entrance of her vagina was. The heat that object produced had caused the lips of her folds to tremble. The mystery of said item had forced her to look at Jon, who somehow had even a wicker smiler to his face. Trailing her sights down, a loud gasp escaped out of her mouth when she noticed the sight of his cock laying down on her vagina.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes narrowed at her brother, who adorned quite the mischievous smirk on his face. “Jon, please.”
Jon couldn’t help but too feel a deep sense of possessiveness and jealousy as his Targaryen blood sang in his veins, almost screaming to take her. It didn’t matter if she was actually his cousin, they were raised as siblings and she was every bit of his sister.
“Don’t worry about love,” He leaned his forehead forward and gently placed it on top of her own, pushing down his need to breed his blood. Her cheeks flushing due to the intimate distance of their face before in a bold act Sansa leaned upwards and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. A dastardly smirk morphed on his face as his gray mesmerizing eyes stared into her own. Sansa bit her lips before turning away knowing that he had caught her in a vulnerable state.
Sansa couldn’t stop herself from shuddering at the audacity of her brother as he pushed the tip of his shaft into her. Placating her uneasiness with his soft and tender touches, but still she couldn’t bulge on this.
“I won’t deflower you unless you want me to. However, you cannot fault me for just tasting a sample.” He said to her before moving the head of his cock around her entrance. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was getting too much enjoyment from having her pussy stretched out by just the tip. Illiciating moans from his dear sister, Jon smirked wildly before testing the waters of how much she would take,
“Jon!” Eyes bugging when Sansa felt more of him inside her to the point where she could feel the warmth of the tip pressing against her maidenhood.
“One wrong move and I get to claim your virginity. It would be so easy to make a mistake and accidently go in too far” He teased her, noticing the horrifying expression when he told her. But still didn’t do anything when the walls of her maidenhood began to stretch out. The flesh barrier was already a flimsy wall and Jon had to be truly delicate in pushing his cock further without breaking it. “I’m just wondering how far I can stretch out your hymen.”
“But I suppose I must be content with what you will give me, my sweetest sister.”
What little room he was given, Jon made sure to take advantage of this opportunity. He grinded hips as the head of his cock twisted and turned inside the outer portion of her vaginal tunnels. Jon was very thorough to explore every inch of the small area, his cock being angled at every position, pushing at the very depths of her corners.
The threat of her losing her virginity loomed over her, his lower head constantly brushing against her hymen. But her stiff shoulders slowly began to relax themselves once more as no matter how much he had stretched the flimsy flesh barrier, Jon showed restraint in his desires.
The tortuous session had made her vagina barking for attention, almost asking for more of his meat as a deep hunger had left it insatiable. The temptation of allowing Jon to take her right there was driving her to near insanity. She didn’t know how long she could last like this and now she had to wonder how Jeyne could handle a whole fucking session with her brother’s impressive length.
“Ahhh!” Sansa screamed out, forcing her entire weight to pull herself off his erection. An eruption of womanly fluids quickly followed, her vagina gushing and quivering as another orgasm striked hard.
Jon, however, wasn’t done with her as when her orgasm finally died down, he gripped her around the waist. Sansa let out a girlish squeal when he decided to flip her over and put her knees on top of the cushion while she gripped at the back of the chair.
“You’ve already denied me once,” He told her. “Would you deny me a second time?”
His boorish and rustic hands trailing down her growing, but lovely curves. Admiring her widening hips, Sansa shuddered when his hands decided to make them their temporary residence when a strong grip locked them to her flesh.
“Can you feel my hands sliding down your slim waist or down these child-bearing hips? Or how tender and lovely your bum is? You truly possess everything lovely that is your mother.”
“Then I suppose I shall give you permission then,” The tips of her toes tingled as heart-shaped ass bounced mesmerizingly, almost eager to get the show on the road.
“Have you been training your asshole like I’ve been telling you?” He asked her as she gasped when the warmth of his thumb prodded her little star open before pushing it inside.
“Yesss! Everyday!” It was unladylike, but she couldn’t help the delighted moan that came out of her when she confirmed that she masturbated with her ass.
“Please be gentle.” She mentioned when Jon positioned himself behind and placed his cock near the entrance of her ass.
She would need all the help that she could get when she felt his big, burlish cock pressing down against her back entrance. His manhood erect and vascular than before, it was as if Sansa could hear the blood of his flesh pumping and coursing through his long shaft. Nervousness and anxiety began to fill the inexperienced girl, her dastardly brother taking his sweet time as he mercilessly teased her small bum hole.
Jon felt a strong sense of pleasure hearing the meek little whimpers that coming out of her mouth as she patiently waited for him to take anal virginity. His profuse girth and unbelievable length could have easily overwhelmed Sansa as it had done to Jeyne, but she was still prepared to take it.
But it didn’t matter how much she thought she prepared when Jon finally took the step forward and drove his shaft and taking her anal virginity.
“Eeeek!” Sansa screeched when a sharp and tremendous pain bulldozed right into her as if Jon had slammed a sledgehammer straight into her gut. Her chest heaving into overtime as she felt her spine bend in an unearthly fashion.
“Deep breathes Sansa,” He directed her. “That was just the tip.”
‘Just the tip!’
Shock crossed her face, her ocean blue eyes widened at the mere thought that all of the turbulent sensation was only caused by the herculean head of his penis. She now found herself in a parlous situation, the initial pain had her nearly convulsing in response to the maddening penetration. However, as the aching feel subsided, thanks to Jon’s oral session, she felt a tingling feel throughout her body and especially around the ring of her sphincter that had recently opened up.
Unable to describe the sensation, she was at least thankful that the initial response was more of a gut reaction than anything. She would have had some coarse words with her brother if the pain lingered for a much longer period. However, she had already made it this far and no one said that she couldn’t be a little bit adventurous like her sister, Arya. She had already exceeded expectations when she had allowed Jon to play with the entrance of her vagina and let him take her first time up the bum as recompensation for denying him her maidenhood.
Her mouth parted slightly, as if ready to say something in response, but a shallow gasp as if she had hiccuped, was let loose. So long in her thoughts, she had forgotten to take Jon’s advice to take deep breaths as Jon had started to move the masculine shaft deeper and making it hard to breathe.
The entrance of her ass was far tighter than anything he had put inside her pussy, squeezing on his rod as if trying to suck it inside. Once he made it past the initial resistance, he could feel his cock almost gliding itself way in.
Even though it was her first time, her sphincter eagerly devoured his length as if a vacuum was swallowing his cock whole. Everytime he pulled back, her insides desperately tried to reel it back into her ass. Moving in and out, the erogenous area of her butthole caused her to override in a painful pleasure which was likely her first time. This ended up with her inside tightening and spasming inside her warmth.
“So full!” Her moaning oozing out. It was utter bliss to his ears as his cock was excreting such delightful sounds.
It was undeniably hot watching Sansa take his cock for the first time, her back arched each time he slammed straight into her pleasure zone. Her bubbly cheeks bounced as her body swayed back and forth, ignoring how uncomfortable she looked in the small chair while her tight ass was getting a pounding.
She couldn’t control herself, her mouth gaped open as spit spewed over uncontrollably as her wanton howled through the room. Her tongue hung dumbly to the side just like Jeyne was just a few moments ago.
He charged at her with the energy of a vigorous and virile bull, but there was no doubt that he had a masterful experience under his belt. His powerful and sensual thrusts slowly battered her pool of fortitude and endurance. The precision and accuracy of his movement allowed him to hit every angle of her rectum and hammered down onto her erogenous zones.
“J-jon!” She stuttered out, panting and moaning as her tight heart-shaped bum was stretched to their limits. Fingers curled as she was in constant state of a haze, her mind turning into a slur as she teetered in and out with her holding on desperately from blanking out. Sweet bliss of orgasms had turned her ladylike stature from a position of grace into a dumb anal whore that couldn’t stop cumming.
“P-please!” She started to whimper and begged her brother. Sansa didn’t know what she was begging for as she could feel her insides become more sensitive to his long veiny cock as time went on. Each orgasm only heightened her tendered bum as she could no longer control the waterfall of womanly fluids.
Sansa could feel the lust emitting to a higher level from his ramming shaft. His cock started to tightened from within her as his thrusts became a rampaging force and foregoing everything else. Jon was straight up hammering inside of her ass with a wanton strength that slammed into her bouncing ass. Sounds of flesh and flesh echoed stronger by the second as Sansa screamed and moaned into a gibbering mess.
JOn’s own grunts grew louder, almost wolf-like, as he poured more and more power into his hip thrusts. Jon could feel the aching throb of masculine length grew
“I’m cumming
WIth a long and sensual thrust, the heavenly pleasure of Sansa’s virgin ass blew beyond the boiling point. Unleashing an explosion, a geyser of his scalding cum swarmed to fill out her insides. THe amount copious as he remained inside after the initial orgasm, but couldn’t help himself as his pure seed loaded into her stomach. All the while Sansa could feel the warmth entering her stomach and starting to crowd her guts. So much that, a white hot explosion spluttered from the entrance of her clogged ass as his thick seed discharged from her rear and slipped down her flesh.
WIth a lasting sigh, Jon felt his balls finally emptying out his tank. The orgasms he had were far more powerful than he was expecting as Jeyne had not made him cum as hard as Sansa had done. With her ass full of semen, it was easy enough for Jon to slip out of the mess that he had created and with a loud POP! was able to pull his length out of her.
She turned into a broken stupor as Jon fucked her into a mindless whore at the end.
Exhaustion ran through her core, idly limping against the furniture in spite of her uncomfortable position. The gentleman of her brother tenderly lifted her off the chair before gently turning her around in midair before carrying her like a princess. Though she was tired, her consciousness remained unlike Jeyne but the fatigue prevented her from saying anything as only deep breaths came from her. She noticed that despite ravaging the two girls, there was a noticeable lack of sweat on his brow. He had looked like he taken a brisk jog instead of the fucking that he put her and Jeyne through.
“That was wonderful,” She commented absentmindedly.
“One day Sansa” He started before gently scooping into her arm and lifting the tired girl off their love char. “You will give in to me and I will give you a pleasure far greater than you could ever imagine.”
“Hmmm…” Sighing contently, she didn’t answer him, but the smile on her face was indicative that her mental resistance was slowly falling apart. The satisfaction that she had felt only made her groin ache even harder. Even after their rutting session, Sansa could already feel her cunt hungrily lusting after his cock.
But her thirsty thoughts could come after, she was bloody fucking tired.
Jon had lightly dropped her off onto the bed, right next to the also sex worn Jeyne who had taken a slumber from her own exhaustion. Wrapping herself around her sex mate, the two of them cuddled into the bed as Sansa’s own eye fluttered before drifting off to a slumber.
If she had kept herself awake for just a second more, then she would have noticed the wicked smile
Aegon, formerly fourth of his name, the Unworthy and currently known as Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell, held nefarious thoughts that plotted in his head. His corruption was already seeping through the four corners of the North and now he sought to corrupt his own family within Winterfell.