The fire crackled in Winterfell's great hall as snowflakes drifted past the windows. Arya crept through the shadows, silent as a cat, her assassin's training serving her well. She had noticed Jon and Sansa disappearing together more frequently since their victory, and tonight she followed them to Jon's chambers.
Through a crack in the heavy wooden door, she watched as Jon pulled Sansa close. "I've wanted this since I saw you at Castle Black," he growled, his voice husky with desire. Sansa's auburn hair cascaded down her back as she arched against him.
"We shouldn't," Sansa whispered, but her hands were already unlacing his leather jerkin. "But I need you, Jon." Their clothes fell away piece by piece. Jon's battle-scarred body pressed Sansa against the furs of his bed. His magnificent manhood stood proudly, and Sansa's eyes widened with desire. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Please," she begged, "I want all of you." Arya's breath caught in her throat as she watched Jon claim Sansa completely. Her sister's moans of pleasure echoed off the stone walls. Jon's powerful thrusts made the bed creak rhythmically. Rage and jealousy coursed through Arya's veins. She had always been Jon's favourite, his "little sister." They had shared secrets, practiced swordplay together, while Sansa had been cruel to him. Yet here was her perfect sister, receiving the passion Arya craved.
"Jon!" Sansa cried out as he filled her deeply. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, sweat glistening in the firelight. Jon's muscles flexed with each powerful thrust as Sansa writhed beneath him in ecstasy.
"You're mine," Jon growled, claiming her mouth in a fierce kiss. "All mine."
Sansa responded by tightening around him, her back arching off the bed. "Harder," she pleaded. "Take me harder." Jon obliged, driving into her with increasing intensity. The wet sounds of their coupling mixed with their passionate cries. Arya watched, transfixed, as Jon's impressive length disappeared repeatedly into her sister's welcoming depths. When they finally reached their peak together, their shared cry of completion echoed through the chamber. Jon collapsed onto Sansa, both of them panting heavily. They exchanged tender kisses as their breathing steadied.
"By the old gods and new," Sansa gasped as the door creaked open. Jon quickly moved to shield her nakedness, but froze when he saw who entered.
Arya stood in the doorway, her eyes dark with determination. Without hesitation, she began unlacing her leather vest. "I've watched you both," she said, her voice steady. "And I want what she has." The firelight played across her lithe form as she stripped. Her assassin's training had given her a dancer's grace and a warrior's muscle definition. Her small, perky breasts stood proud, topped with rosy peaks hardened by the cool air. Though petite, her bottom was surprisingly full and firm from years of water dancing, a perfect heart shape that drew Jon's gaze despite himself.
"Arya," Jon breathed, clearly struggling with desire and propriety. "We can't..."
"We already crossed that line," Arya gestured to where Sansa lay. "And I've always been your favourite." She approached the bed, moving like a predator. "Remember how close we were? How you gave me Needle? While she looked down on you, I loved you."
"Jon," Arya whispered, crawling onto the bed, her petite form moving with feline grace. "I've dreamed of this since before I even knew what these feelings meant." Sansa watched with a mix of shock and arousal as her sister's hand reached for Jon's still-hard manhood. "Little sister," he groaned, his resistance crumbling as her small fingers wrapped around his impressive girth.
"I'm not so little any more," Arya purred, pressing her body against his. Her perky breasts brushed his chest as she straddled his thigh. "And I want you to show me everything you just showed her."
Jon's hands moved of their own accord to grip Arya's firm, round bottom. "Gods, Arya," he moaned as she began to stroke him. "You don't know what you're asking..."
"I know exactly what I'm asking," she replied, grinding against him. "I've killed men, I've been No One, I've seen the darkest parts of this world. But I've never had what I truly wanted - you."
"Let me help you," Sansa purred, her delicate hands sliding up Arya's toned back. "After all, the pack survives together." Her fingers traced the scars that marked her sister's assassin past, drawing a shiver from Arya.
"Seven hells," Jon groaned as he watched Sansa's hands cup Arya's small, firm breasts. His manhood throbbed against Arya's thigh as she continued grinding against him.
"See how much he wants you?" Sansa whispered in Arya's ear, pinching her hardened peaks. "How much we both want you?" Her other hand slid down to squeeze Arya's perfect round bottom, spreading her wider across Jon's muscled thigh.
Arya moaned, caught between her siblings' touches. "Please Jon," she begged, her hips moving more urgently. "I need to feel you inside me. I've waited so long..."
Jon's control snapped. He grabbed Arya's hips, positioning her above his impressive length. "Are you sure, little wolf?" he asked, his voice rough with desire.
"More sure than I've ever been about anything," Arya replied, her grey eyes locked with his. She began to lower herself onto him, gasping at his size. "Oh gods..."
Sansa's hands steadied her sister, helping her adjust to Jon's girth. "Slowly," she murmured, kissing Arya's neck. "Let your body welcome him."
Arya's breath hitched as she felt Jon's impressive manhood stretching her virgin entrance. "Gods, you're so big," she whimpered, her small hands braced against his chest.
"Easy now," Sansa cooed, her fingers caressing Arya's clit to ease the initial discomfort. "Take him inch by inch." Her other hand massaged her sister's perfect round bottom, spreading her further.
Jon's hands gripped Arya's slim hips, helping control her descent. "That's it, little wolf," he groaned as her tight heat enveloped him. "You're doing so well."
Arya's eyes rolled back as she sank lower, taking more of his thick length inside her. Her wetness coated him, easing the way. "Jon," she gasped, her inner walls clenching around him. "It feels... oh gods..."
"Look how beautiful you are," Sansa whispered, watching her sister's face contort in pleasure as she took Jon deeper. She continued circling Arya's sensitive nub, making her even wetter. "Taking him so well..."
Jon fought to remain still as Arya's incredibly tight passage gripped him. Every inch she took made him throb harder inside her. "Fuck, Arya," he growled. "You feel amazing." Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Arya settled fully in Jon's lap, his entire length buried within her. She trembled, adjusting to the fullness, her small breasts heaving with each breath.
"All of him," she panted proudly, grinding experimentally and moaning at the sensation. "I took all of him."
Sansa cupped Arya's face, drawing her into a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced as Arya continued to grind on Jon's thick shaft. "Sweet sister," Sansa murmured against her lips. "I've never seen anything so beautiful."
"Why did we waste so many years fighting?" Arya gasped between kisses, her hips rolling in slow circles. Her hands tangled in Sansa's auburn hair as their breasts pressed together. "When we could have been doing this..."
Jon watched in awe as his sisters kissed deeply, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. His hands roamed over both of them, squeezing Arya's firm bottom while caressing Sansa's curves. "Seven hells," he groaned as Arya's tight walls clenched around him.
"Does she taste as sweet as she looks?" Jon asked huskily, his manhood throbbing inside Arya as he watched them.
"Sweeter," Sansa purred, breaking the kiss to trail her lips down Arya's neck. "Like wild honey." Her hands cupped Arya's small, perfect breasts, thumbs circling the hardened peaks.
Arya moaned loudly as sensations overwhelmed her - Jon filling her completely, Sansa's skilled touches, their combined heat. "I never knew it could feel like this," she whimpered, grinding more urgently. "Please... I need..."
"Oh gods!" Arya cried out as Jon's powerful thrust lifted her small frame. His thick length drove deeper, hitting spots that made her see stars. Sansa's hands gripped her sister's hips, helping to steady her as Jon began a steady rhythm of deep, forceful thrusts.
"That's it," Sansa purred, her breasts pressed against Arya's back. "Let him take you properly." Her fingers found Arya's sensitive pearl again, rubbing in time with Jon's movements.
Jon's muscles flexed with each powerful drive upward. "So tight," he growled, his hands leaving marks on Arya's hips. "So perfect around me."
"Harder," Arya begged, her small breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Please Jon, fuck me harder!" Her head fell back against Sansa's shoulder as the pleasure built.
Sansa kissed and bit at Arya's exposed neck while her fingers worked faster. "Look at her, Jon," she whispered. "Our wild little wolf, taking you so well."
Jon's thrusts grew more intense, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the chamber. "You feel incredible," he groaned, driving up into her willing body. "So fucking tight and wet for me."
"Look at you, sweet sister," Sansa marvelled, watching Jon's impressive girth disappear repeatedly into Arya's small frame. "Taking him like you were made for this."
Her fingers continued circling Arya's swollen pearl as Jon's relentless pace increased. The bed creaked beneath them with each powerful thrust. "Who knew our little assassin could handle such a mighty sword?" she teased, making Arya whimper.
"Fuck, Jon!" Arya cried out as he drove even deeper. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his thick shaft. "You're so big... stretching me so full..."
Sansa's other hand pinched and rolled Arya's hardened nipples. "Does it feel good, having him fill you completely?" she purred. "Having him claim you like this?"
"Yes!" Arya gasped, her small body bouncing forcefully on Jon's cock. "Gods yes! I've never... never felt anything like this!"
Jon's hands gripped Arya's perfect bottom, spreading her wider as he thrust up harder. "Such a good girl," he growled. "Taking all of me so well."
"She's close," Sansa observed, feeling Arya trembling against her. Her fingers moved faster on her sister's sensitive bud. "Aren't you, little wolf? Ready to come all over our brother's thick cock?"
"Yes! Gods, YES!" Arya screamed as her climax crashed over her. Her small body convulsed violently, inner walls clamping down on Jon's thickness like a vice. Her nails raked down his chest as waves of pleasure wracked her frame.
"That's it," Sansa cooed, holding her trembling sister. "Let it all out." Her fingers continued their relentless assault on Arya's pearl, drawing out her orgasm.
Jon groaned deeply as Arya's tight passage rhythmically squeezed his throbbing length. "Fuck, I can't... I'm going to..." His grip tightened bruisingly on her hips as he thrust up hard one final time.
"Fill her," Sansa commanded, biting Arya's neck. "Give our little wolf what she needs." With a roar, Jon erupted deep inside Arya's clutching heat. Thick ropes of his seed painted her inner walls as she continued to milk him with her pulsing channel. "Arya!" he cried out, his hips jerking with each powerful spurt.
"I can feel you," Arya whimpered, still shaking from aftershocks. "So hot... so much..." Her small frame collapsed against Sansa as Jon's essence filled her to overflowing, trickling down her thighs.
Sansa held them both as they came down from their shared peak. "Beautiful," she whispered, pressing soft kisses to Arya's temple. "My perfect wild siblings."
"Mmm, let me clean you both up," Sansa purred, gently easing Arya off Jon's lap. His thick shaft slipped free with a wet sound, glistening with their combined essence.
Sansa's auburn hair cascaded over Jon's thighs as she leaned down, her pink tongue darting out to taste. "So this is what my sweet siblings taste like together," she hummed, lapping at his length. "Divine..."
"Seven hells, Sansa," Jon groaned, watching his sister's perfect lips wrap around him. Her skilled tongue traced every inch, gathering their mingled fluids.
Arya watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Sansa devoured Jon's cock. "Is that what I taste like?" she asked breathlessly, fascinated by the lewd display.
"Like honey and salt," Sansa replied between long licks. "The perfect combination." Her tongue swirled around his sensitive head before taking him deeper into her warm mouth.
Jon's hand tangled in her copper tresses as she continued her thorough cleaning. "Such a good girl," he praised, his shaft twitching as it began to harden again.
"Here, sweet sister," Sansa purred, releasing Jon's now-clean length with a wet pop. She placed a lingering kiss on his sensitive crown, making him twitch. "Don't you want to taste what we taste like together?"
"I... I've never..." Arya bit her lip, eyeing Jon's re-hardening shaft with curiosity.
"Just follow my lead," Sansa guided, pulling Arya closer. "Start with little kitten licks, like this..." She demonstrated by running her tongue up his length again, making Jon groan.
Arya leaned forward tentatively, her small pink tongue darting out to taste. "Oh!" she gasped at the combined flavours of their coupling. "That's... that's actually nice."
"Isn't it?" Sansa smiled, watching Arya grow bolder with each experimental lick. "Now wrap those pretty lips around him, just the tip first..."
Jon's breath hitched as both his sisters attended to him. "Fuck," he growled, watching Arya's innocent exploration and Sansa's expert guidance. "You two will be the death of me."
"The best kind of death," Sansa teased, her hand stroking his base while Arya suckled his crown. "Now take him a little deeper, sweet one..."
"That's it," Sansa cooed as Arya slowly took more of Jon's impressive length between her lips. "Relax your throat, like when you're drinking wine." Her fingers combed through Arya's dark hair encouragingly.
"Mmmmph," Arya moaned around his girth, her small mouth stretching to accommodate him. The vibrations made Jon's hips buck slightly.
"Easy, brother," Sansa steadied him with a hand on his thigh. "Let her set the pace." She watched proudly as Arya took him deeper with each bob of her head. "You're doing so well, little wolf."
Jon's fingers tangled in Arya's hair, not forcing but guiding. "Gods, your mouth feels incredible," he groaned. "Can I... can I move a little?"
Arya nodded, looking up at him with those big grey eyes as she continued to suck. Sansa's hand joined Jon's in Arya's hair. "Gently now," she instructed. "Let her get used to it."
Jon began with shallow thrusts, watching his cock disappear between Arya's stretched lips. "Perfect," he praised as she took him deeper. "Such a good girl..."
"Use your tongue along the underside," Sansa demonstrated on her fingers. "And mind your teeth, sweet one." She smiled as Arya followed her guidance, making Jon moan louder.
"Look what you're doing to me, brother," Sansa purred, arching her back to present her perfect peach to Jon's hungry gaze. Her copper hair spilled across the furs as she wiggled her hips enticingly. "Watching you teach our little sister has me absolutely dripping."
Jon groaned at the sight, his cock swelling even fuller in Arya's eager mouth. "Seven hells, Sansa," he growled, drinking in the view of her pale, round globes and the glistening pink treasure between them.
"Keep sucking him just like that," Sansa encouraged Arya, reaching back to spread herself open. "See how hard you're making him? How much he wants to fill us both?" Arya moaned around Jon's thickness, taking him deeper as she watched Sansa's lewd display. Her small hand wrapped around his base, stroking what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
"Such good girls," Jon praised, his hips moving more steadily now. His eyes locked on where Sansa's fingers were teasing her own sensitive pearl. "Both of you driving me wild."
"Need you now," Jon growled, reluctantly withdrawing from Arya's talented mouth with a wet pop. He moved behind Sansa like a predator stalking prey, gripping her hips with strong hands.
"Please," Sansa whimpered, pushing back against him. "Fill me up, brother..."
Jon dragged his thick crown through her soaked folds, coating himself in her essence before pressing forward. "So wet for me," he groaned as he sank into her welcoming heat in one long, smooth stroke.
"Gods yes!" Sansa cried out, her inner walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. "You feel even bigger like this..."
Arya watched hungrily as Jon began a steady rhythm, his cock glistening with Sansa's arousal each time he withdrew. "Beautiful," she breathed, mesmerized by their joining.
"Touch yourself while you watch," Jon commanded Arya, his pace increasing as Sansa's passage squeezed him perfectly. "Show me how much you enjoy seeing me take our sister."
Sansa's moans grew louder with each powerful thrust. "Harder," she begged, pushing back to meet him. "Make me feel it tomorrow..."
"Like this?" Jon snarled, gripping Sansa's hips bruisingly tight as he hammered into her. Each powerful thrust made her perfect ass bounce and ripple, her pale flesh turning pink under his rough handling.
"Yes! Gods yes!" Sansa screamed, her fingers clawing at the furs beneath her. "Just like that... ruin me, brother!"
Arya crawled closer, mesmerized by the obscene sight of Jon's thick shaft disappearing into Sansa's stretched pink entrance over and over. "It's so... beautiful," she whispered, reaching out to trace where they were joined.
"Watch closely, little wolf," Jon panted, his muscles flexing with each punishing thrust. "See how well our sister takes my cock? How her sweet little hole grips me?"
Sansa's breasts swayed beneath her with the force of Jon's rutting. "Nobody fucks me like you do," she moaned wantonly. "So deep... so full..."
"Look at her arse bounce," Arya marvelled, her small hand caressing Sansa's reddened cheek. "Does it feel as good as it looks?"
"Better," Sansa gasped between thrusts. "Why don't you... oh gods... have a closer taste?"
"Come here, sweet sister," Jon growled, guiding Arya's head to rest on Sansa's quivering cheek. "Get a proper view of how I'm stretching our beautiful sister."
Arya gasped at the intimate proximity, her face mere inches from where Jon's thick shaft plunged repeatedly into Sansa's glistening core. "I can see... everything," she breathed, transfixed by the lewd display.
"Kiss it," Sansa moaned, grinding back against Jon's relentless thrusts. "Taste where we're joined..."
Arya's small pink tongue darted out tentatively, sampling the mingled essence of her siblings where they connected. "Oh!" she exclaimed at the heady flavour. "You taste so good together..."
"That's it," Jon encouraged, slowing his pace to let Arya explore. "Show our sister how much you want to join in." Arya grew bolder, her tongue tracing along Sansa's stretched entrance where Jon's cock pistoned in and out. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the chamber along with their shared moans.
"Look at this pretty little rosebud," Jon growled, his thumb brushing over Sansa's puckered entrance while he continued his steady thrusts below. "Doesn't it just beg for attention?"
Arya's eyes widened at the sight of that tight pink star. "It's so... delicate," she whispered, mesmerized by how it clenched and relaxed with each of Jon's powerful strokes.
"Give it a little kiss," Jon urged, his voice thick with lust. "Show our sweet sister how good it can feel."
"Please," Sansa whimpered, pushing her hips back further. "I want to feel your tongue there, little wolf."
Arya leaned in closer, her hot breath making Sansa shiver. "Like this?" she asked before pressing her soft lips against that forbidden entrance.
"Yes!" Sansa cried out at the intimate contact. "More... please more..."
"Use your tongue," Jon instructed, his pace increasing as he watched Arya's innocent exploration. "Circle it slowly... that's it..." Arya's small pink tongue traced delicate patterns around Sansa's sensitive rim, making her elder sister writhe and moan beneath their shared attention.
"Does it embarrass you, sweet one?" Sansa purred, feeling Arya's hesitation. "To taste me in such a naughty place?"
Arya pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushed pink. "I... I've never done anything like this before," she admitted, watching Jon's cock continue to stretch Sansa's dripping core.
"But you want to please us, don't you?" Jon's voice was husky with desire. "Show us what a good girl you can be?"
"Yes," Arya whispered, her own sex throbbing with need. "I want to make you both proud."
"Then don't think," Sansa moaned as Jon hit a particularly sweet spot. "Just feel... taste... explore..." Emboldened by their encouragement, Arya returned to her task with renewed determination. Her tongue grew more insistent, pressing more firmly against Sansa's tight ring as her initial shame melted into pure arousal.
"That's our brave little wolf," Jon praised, reaching down to stroke Arya's hair. "Look how wild you're making your sister..."
Indeed, Sansa was practically sobbing with pleasure, her body trembling between Jon's relentless thrusts and Arya's eager tongue. "Don't stop," she begged. "Please don't stop..."
"Come here, sweet girl," Jon murmured, gently pulling Arya back by her hair. He caressed her flushed cheek, admiring how her lips glistened. "You've prepared our sister so beautifully..."
"Jon?" Sansa whimpered at the loss of his cock, her hips seeking him desperately. "What are you—oh!" Jon withdrew his length, slick and glistening with Sansa's arousal. He caught Arya's eye with a wicked grin before pressing his thick crown against Sansa's well-licked rosebud.
"Relax for me, love," he crooned, circling his tip against her tight entrance. "Let me in..."
Sansa's breath hitched as Jon began to push forward, her body initially resisting his considerable girth. "Gods... so big..." she gasped.
"Breathe," Jon instructed, gripping her hips firmly as he pressed steadily inward. Inch by torturous inch, her tight ring stretched around him, greedily swallowing his length. Arya stared in awe, watching Sansa's most intimate entrance slowly yield to Jon's relentless pressure.
With a final push, Jon hilted himself completely in Sansa's gripping heat. "Perfect," he growled, feeling her pulse around him. "Such a good girl, taking all of me..."
"So... full..." Sansa panted, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically around Jon's invading length. "It feels like you're splitting me in two..."
"You take me so well," Jon groaned, holding still to let her adjust to his considerable size. Every tiny movement sent sparks of pleasure through him as her tight passage squeezed his shaft like a velvet vice.
"Does it hurt?" Arya asked with concern, stroking Sansa's trembling thigh.
"Deliciously," Sansa moaned, pushing back slightly to take him even deeper. "The stretch... the pressure... it's perfect..."
Jon began with shallow, careful thrusts, watching in fascination as Sansa's stretched rim clung to his shaft. "So tight," he growled. "Like you were made for this..."
"More," Sansa begged, her fingers twisting in the furs. "Deeper... harder... claim me completely..."
"Look how her little hole grips me," Jon told Arya, who was mesmerized by the obscene sight. "How it doesn't want to let me go..."
"Please," Sansa whimpered as Jon's pace increased gradually. "Fill me up... make me yours... use me..."
"Patience, sweet girl," Jon murmured, maintaining his measured rhythm. Each slow thrust was deliberate, savouring the exquisite grip of her most intimate passage. "I want to feel every inch..."
"But I need more," Sansa whined, her hips trying to push back harder against him. Her stretched rim fluttered around his thick shaft with each careful withdrawal.
"Shhhh," he soothed, running his calloused hands along her trembling flanks. "Let me take care of you properly." His cock disappeared into her depths with torturous precision, making her gasp at the delicious fullness.
"She's so beautiful like this," Arya breathed, watching the hypnotic dance of their joining. "The way she opens for you..." Jon's muscles flexed as he maintained his control, fighting the urge to pound into Sansa's welcoming heat. Instead, he rolled his hips in smooth, deep motions that had her mewling with pleasure.
"That's it," he praised as Sansa's inner muscles rippled around him. "Feel every moment... every inch... let the pleasure build slowly..."
"Jon," Sansa sobbed, her whole body quivering. "You're driving me mad..."
"Good," he growled, never breaking his steady rhythm. "I want you lost in sensation... drowning in pleasure..."
"Yes," Sansa moaned deeply, her mind floating in a haze of pure bliss. "Make me forget everything but this..." Each careful thrust erased another painful memory, replacing darkness with overwhelming pleasure.
"You're safe here," Jon whispered, his cock stretching her impossibly wide with every gentle push. "Let go completely... feel only us..."
Sansa's body sang with sensation, her stretched rim burning sweetly as Jon's thick length claimed her over and over. "So good," she whimpered. "So full... so perfect..."
"Look how she melts for you," Arya observed, mesmerized by Sansa's expression of pure ecstasy. Her sister's face showed nothing but rapture, years of pain dissolving in their shared passion.
"My beautiful girl," Jon praised, maintaining his steady pace. His shaft disappeared into her depths again and again, each stroke making her shudder with delight. "Taking me so well..."
"Don't stop," Sansa pleaded, her body trembling. "Keep me here... keep me whole..." Her passage clenched rhythmically around him, drawing him deeper.
"Forever," Jon promised, his hands gripping her hips as he continued his relentless claiming. "You'll never know anything but pleasure again..."
"Gods, look at that," Arya breathed, her face inches from where Jon and Sansa joined. "The way her little hole stretches around you..."
Jon adjusted his angle slightly, driving deeper. "Right... here?" he growled, his thick crown brushing against that secret spot deep inside.
"YES!" Sansa screamed, her whole body jerking. "There! Oh gods, right there!"
"Fascinating," Arya whispered, watching Sansa's rim grip and release Jon's glistening shaft. His pace increased gradually, each thrust now carrying more force. "Does it really feel that good?"
"Better than anything," Sansa gasped between moans. "Like... like stars exploding behind my eyes..."
Jon's movements grew more purposeful, hitting that sweet spot with each powerful stroke. "Tell your sister," he commanded hoarsely. "Tell her how much you love taking my cock in your tight little arse..."
"Love it," Sansa sobbed, her words punctuated by his increasingly forceful thrusts. "Love feeling you so deep... stretching me... claiming me... making me yours..."
Arya reached out tentatively, running one finger along where they were joined. "You're so hot here," she marvelled. "And so incredibly stretched..."
"Oh gods, oh gods," Sansa cried out, her entire body beginning to tremble uncontrollably. The dual sensations of Jon's thick cock hitting that perfect spot and Arya's curious touch sent her spiralling over the edge.
"That's it," Jon growled, feeling her passage clamp down violently around him. "Let go completely..." Sansa's climax crashed through her like a tidal wave, making her scream into the furs. Her stretched rim spasmed wildly around Jon's shaft as waves of pleasure radiated from her core.
"Look at her," Arya whispered in awe, watching her sister come undone. "She's absolutely beautiful..."
"JON!" Sansa wailed, her body writhing as each pulse of ecstasy seemed more intense than the last. Her inner muscles rippled and clenched, milking his length as she shook apart.
"Perfect girl," Jon praised, maintaining his steady rhythm through her release. "That's it... let it take you..." The pleasure was so intense that tears streamed down Sansa's cheeks. Her vision went white as the orgasm seemed to go on forever, each thrust of Jon's cock in her sensitive passage triggering new waves of bliss.
"Never... felt... anything... like this..." she gasped between convulsions, her whole world reduced to pure sensation.
"Gods, I'm close..." Jon growled, his rhythm becoming erratic. With a swift motion, he withdrew his throbbing length from Sansa's well-used passage.
The first powerful jet painted a thick white stripe across Sansa's reddened cheeks, followed by another that pooled in the small of her back. "So much..." Sansa gasped, feeling the hot essence marking her skin. Jon turned, his cock still pulsing as another rope caught Arya across her cheek and lips. Her grey eyes widened in surprise as his seed dripped down her face.
"Open," he commanded roughly, and Arya's lips parted just as he pushed his length past them. His final spurts flooded her eager mouth as she moaned around him.
"Swallow it all, sweet girl," Jon groaned, watching Arya's throat work as she greedily consumed every drop. When he finally withdrew, a thin strand of pearly fluid connected his tip to her swollen lips.
"Mmm... different than I expected," Arya mused, running her tongue over her lips thoughtfully. "There's something... primal about it."
"The taste of both of us together," Jon explained, watching her process the unique flavour. His spent cock twitched as Arya's pink tongue darted out to catch another drop.
"It's... intense," she continued, savouring the complex mixture. "A bit earthy from Sansa, mixed with your saltiness..." Her cheeks flushed as she realized how much she enjoyed the taboo combination.
"Does my little wolf like how dirty that was?" Jon asked with a knowing smirk, watching her unconsciously lick her lips again.
"Gods yes," Arya admitted, her pupils dilated with renewed arousal. "I never thought I'd find that so... exciting." She reached up to wipe a stray drop from her cheek, then sucked her finger clean with a moan.
Behind them, Sansa gave a breathless laugh. "Just wait until you experience it yourself, sweet sister..."
"Is that a promise?" Arya asked eagerly, already imagining how it would feel to be stretched and filled as Sansa had been.
"Come here, little sister," Sansa murmured, drawing Arya into her arms. Their bare skin pressed together as Arya nestled against her chest, both still flushed and warm from their shared passion.
"You feel so soft," Arya sighed contentedly, tucking her head under Sansa's chin. The lingering scent of their lovemaking surrounded them like a heady perfume.
Jon shifted behind Sansa, his solid chest pressing firmly against her back. His strong arms encircled both sisters, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. "My beautiful girls," he whispered, nuzzling Sansa's neck.
"Mmm, squeeze tighter," Sansa encouraged, revelling in the feeling of being pleasantly trapped between her two favourite people. Jon obliged, increasing the pressure just enough to make her feel deliciously compressed.
"Is this what you dreamed of?" Arya asked softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Sansa's skin. "Being held like this, protected and cherished?"
"Better than any dream," Sansa replied, kissing the top of Arya's head. "Having both of you here, loving me... it makes everything else fade away."
Jon's grip tightened fractionally more, drawing a contented sigh from Sansa. "We'll never let you go," he promised, his voice thick with emotion.