Jon pulled Daenerys into the Great Hall of Winterfell, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that made her breath catch. Sansa sat regally at the high table, her auburn hair gleaming in the firelight as she watched them with cold calculation.
"You may be a dragon," Jon growled, pushing Daenerys against a stone pillar, "but you're in the North now." His rough hands gripped her hips possessively as she gasped.
"Jon..." Daenerys started, but he silenced her with a fierce kiss that had her moaning into his mouth. Her silver hair cascaded down as he yanked her head back.
"Watch carefully, sister," Jon called to Sansa, who leaned forward with a wolfish smile. "See how even a dragon queen submits to the wolf." Daenerys felt herself getting wetter as Jon ripped open her dress, exposing her breasts to the cold air. The way Sansa's ice-blue eyes raked over her body made her shiver with arousal and shame.
"Please..." Daenerys whimpered as Jon's calloused hands roughly kneaded her breasts.
"Please what, my queen?" Sansa's voice dripped with mock courtesy. "Surely the Mother of Dragons doesn't beg?"
Jon spun Daenerys around, bending her over a wooden table. She could feel his hardness pressing against her as he growled in her ear: But she will beg. Won't you?" Jon's hot breath tickled Daenerys' ear as he pressed her harder against the rough wood. Her silver hair spilled across the table like molten moonlight.
"I am the blood of the dragon," Daenerys gasped defiantly, but her body betrayed her as she arched back against his hardness.
"Dragons," Sansa's voice cut through the heated air like ice, "bow to no one. Isn't that what you told me yesterday, Your Grace?" She circled the table slowly, her blue eyes glittering. "Yet here you are, bent over like a common tavern wench."
Jon's hand slid up Daenerys' thigh, pushing her dress higher. "She may have three dragons," he growled, "but she's about to be mounted by the wolf." His fingers found her dripping centre, making her moan. "And she's already soaking for it."
"Jon, please..." Daenerys whimpered, spreading her legs wider.
"Listen, sister," Jon smirked at Sansa. "The dragon queen begs already." He thrust two fingers deep inside her, making her cry out.
"More... please, more..." Daenerys panted, all pretence of queenly dignity forgotten.
"More what?" Sansa leaned close to Daenerys' face. "Say it. Tell us exactly what you want from the King in the North."
"I want... I need him to fuck me," Daenerys moaned as Jon's fingers curled inside her. "Please, Jon... take me... claim me..." Jon withdrew his fingers and unfastened his breeches. He gripped Daenerys' hips hard enough to bruise and drove into her in one powerful thrust. She screamed in pleasure, her fingers clawing at the wooden table.
"Look at her face, brother," Sansa purred, gripping Daenerys' hair and turning her head. "See how the mighty dragon queen melts for Northern cock?"
Jon established a punishing rhythm, each thrust making Daenerys' breasts bounce against the table. "You're mine now," he growled. "Say it."
"Yours!" Daenerys cried out. "I'm yours, Jon Snow!"
"And what are you?" Sansa demanded, still holding her hair.
"A wolf's whore!" Daenerys screamed as Jon hit a particularly sweet spot. "Your wolf's whore!" The Great Hall echoed with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and Daenerys' increasingly desperate moans. Jon's grip tightened as his thrusts became more erratic.
"Fill her, brother," Sansa commanded. "Mark her as property of the North." With a final brutal thrust, Jon spilled himself deep inside Daenerys as she convulsed around him, her own climax triggered by the heat of his seed. She collapsed onto the table, trembling and conquered.
Sansa lifted Daenerys' chin with one elegant finger. "Welcome to Winterfell, Your Grace," she smirked. "I trust you'll remember your place here." Sansa settled regally onto her carved wooden throne, her skirts rustling as she spread her legs. She beckoned Daenerys closer with one elegant finger, a predatory smile playing on her lips.
"Come here, dragon queen," she commanded softly. "Show me how well you've learned to serve the North." Daenerys crawled forward on trembling legs, still weak from Jon's attentions. Her silver hair was dishevelled, her dress torn and stained with evidence of her submission. As Sansa slowly lifted her skirts, Daenerys' violet eyes widened in wonder.
"By the gods..." she breathed, transfixed by the sight before her. Sansa's most intimate flesh was as pale as moonlight, crowned with curls that matched her flowing mane - a deep, rich auburn that caught the firelight like burning copper. Her folds were delicate and pink as winter roses, glistening with arousal. A small patch of darker red hair adorned the top of her mound like a crown.
"The most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Daenerys whispered reverently, leaning closer. "More lovely than all the wonders of the East."
"Then worship it properly," Sansa commanded, threading her fingers through Daenerys' silver hair. "Show me how a dragon serves a wolf."
"Yes, my lady," Daenerys whimpered, her breath hot against Sansa's thigh. "I want nothing more than to taste you..."
"Then taste," Sansa purred, pulling Daenerys' face closer. "Let all of Winterfell hear how eagerly their dragon queen feasts on Northern honey." Daenerys dove between Sansa's thighs with desperate hunger, her tongue tracing every delicate fold. Her violet eyes rolled back in ecstasy at the taste - sweet as summer wine with a wild, Northern tang.
"Gods, you taste divine," she moaned against Sansa's flesh. "Like honey and snow and power..."
Sansa gripped the dragon queen's silver hair tighter, grinding against her face. "Show me," she commanded. "Show me how thoroughly the dragon has been tamed." Jon watched from the shadows, his cock hardening painfully at the sight. Daenerys' enthusiastic moans echoed through the hall as she devoured Sansa's cunt like a woman starved, her tongue delving deep inside before swirling around the sensitive bud at the apex.
"Look at her, brother," Sansa purred, her chest heaving. "The mighty Khaleesi, face buried in my cunt like the most eager whore in Winter Town."
"Please," Daenerys begged between licks, "let me make you come, my lady. I need to taste your pleasure..."
"Earn it," Sansa gasped, her thighs trembling. "Show Jon how thoroughly you worship Northern cunts." Daenerys redoubled her efforts, sucking Sansa's sensitive nub while sliding two fingers inside her dripping heat. Her other hand played with her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she pleasured the Lady of Winterfell.
Jon stroked himself through his breeches, transfixed by the sight of silver hair moving between red curls. "Seven hells," he growled.
"Brother," Sansa moaned, "I think our dragon queen deserves a reward for her... dedication." She pulled Daenerys' face away from her cunt, making the other woman whimper at the loss. "Take her from behind while she finishes me with that talented tongue."
Jon didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself behind Daenerys' upturned ass, still slick with evidence of their earlier coupling. "Ready for more, my queen?"
"Please," Daenerys begged, "fill me while I feast on Lady Stark..."
"Actually," Jon growled, gripping Daenerys' hips hard enough to bruise, "I have something else in mind." Without warning, he pressed his thick cock against her tighter entrance.
Daenerys' eyes widened. "Jon, wait—" but her protest turned into a long moan as he pushed inexorably forward, stretching her in ways she'd never experienced before.
"Look at her face, brother," Sansa purred, gripping Daenerys' silver hair tighter. "Our dragon queen's never taken a wolf this way before, has she?"
"No," Daenerys gasped as Jon sank deeper, "never like this..."
Jon established a slow, relentless rhythm, each thrust making Daenerys cry out. "Then it's time you learned how the North claims ALL of its conquests," he growled.
"Keep licking," Sansa commanded, pulling Daenerys' face back to her dripping centre. "Show us you can serve from both ends." Daenerys moaned against Sansa's flesh as Jon filled her completely, the burn of the stretch mixing with pleasure in ways that made her dizzy. Her tongue worked frantically against Sansa's pearl as Jon picked up his pace.
"That's it," Jon grunted, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Take every inch like a good little dragon..." Daenerys' tongue danced expertly over Sansa's folds while Jon claimed her other entrance. Her skilled mouth traced intricate patterns, making the Lady of Winterfell arch off her throne.
"Seven hells," Sansa moaned, grinding against Daenerys' face. "Who taught you to use your tongue like that?"
"Mmmph..." Daenerys could only moan in response, her face buried deep between Sansa's thighs as Jon's thick shaft stretched her ass deliciously. Her tongue swirled around Sansa's sensitive pearl before dipping inside to taste more of her honeyed essence.
"Fuck," Jon grunted, his pace increasing. "She's so tight back here... squeezing me like a vice..." Daenerys whimpered in pleasure as Jon hilted himself completely, making her take every inch. The fullness was overwhelming, making her dizzy with desire. She channelled that energy into pleasuring Sansa, sucking her pearl while sliding two fingers into her dripping heat.
"Look at her go," Sansa panted, her pale thighs trembling. "The Mother of Dragons, spitted on Northern cock while she feasts on my cunt like it's her last meal..."
"Please," Daenerys begged between licks, "use me... claim me... I'm yours..." Jon's thrusts became more savage, each one driving Daenerys' face deeper into Sansa's wetness. The Great Hall echoed with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and three voices raised in pleasure.
"I'm close," Sansa gasped, her fingers tangled painfully in Daenerys' silver hair. "Make your Lady come, dragon queen..." Daenerys redoubled her efforts, her tongue moving faster as Jon pounded her ass mercilessly. She curved her fingers inside Sansa, finding that special spot that made the redhead howl like her direwolf sigil.
"Yes!" Sansa screamed, her back arching off the throne. "Right there! Don't stop!" Jon reached around to rub Daenerys' pearl as he fucked her ass, making her moan desperately against Sansa's flesh. The vibrations pushed Sansa over the edge, her thighs clamping around Daenerys' head as she came hard, flooding the dragon queen's eager mouth with her release. Jon's pace became frantic as he felt his release building. His thick shaft stretched Daenerys' ass deliciously as Sansa's juices coated the dragon queen's face.
"Fill her ass, brother," Sansa commanded, still trembling from her own climax. "Mark her completely as property of the North." Daenerys felt the familiar tension coiling in her core, Jon's fingers still working her pearl as he pounded her ass. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, making her whole body shake.
"I'm going to..." she gasped, "Oh gods, I'm..." Her orgasm hit like dragonfire, starting deep in her core and exploding outward. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically as waves of pleasure crashed through her body. She screamed so loud the windows rattled, her back arching impossibly as her vision went white with ecstasy.
"FUCK!" Jon roared as Daenerys' ass squeezed him like a vice. His cock pulsed powerfully, shooting rope after rope of hot seed deep inside her. Each spurt made him grunt like a beast, his fingers leaving bruises on her hips as he held her in place.
"Look at me," Sansa demanded, grabbing Daenerys' chin. The dragon queen's violet eyes were glazed with pleasure, her face glistening with Sansa's release. "Remember this moment, when you surrendered everything to the wolves of Winterfell." Jon's cock twitched one final time before he slowly withdrew, making Daenerys whimper at the loss. His seed trickled down her thighs as she collapsed, thoroughly claimed and conquered.
"Clean me," Jon commanded, and Daenerys eagerly crawled to him on trembling legs, her violet eyes dark with desire.
"Yes, my wolf," she whispered, taking his still-hard length into her mouth. The musky taste of her own ass mixed with his essence made her moan wantonly. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, making sure to catch every drop.
"Good girl," Sansa purred, watching from her throne. "Show us how thoroughly you've learned to serve." Daenerys took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. Her silver hair curtained around her face as she worked, her tongue tracing every vein and ridge.
"Taste yourself on me," Jon growled, gripping her hair. "Taste how completely I claimed you." She hummed in agreement, her throat relaxing to take him to the root. The combined flavours of their coupling made her dizzy with arousal, and she could feel herself getting wet again.
"Look at her," Sansa observed, her voice thick with satisfaction. "The mighty Khaleesi, eagerly cleaning her own ass from her king's cock. What would your Dothraki think of you now?" Daenerys only moaned louder, doubling her efforts to please Jon. Her tongue danced along his length as she sucked harder, wanting to taste every last trace of their coupling. Daenerys' skilled mouth had Jon rock hard again within minutes. He gently pushed her aside, his dark eyes now fixed on Sansa with burning intensity.
"Sister," he said softly, approaching the throne where she sat regally. "You've watched me claim the dragon. Now let me claim the wolf..." His hand caressed her cheek tenderly. "Let me put a true Northern heir in your belly."
Sansa's ice-blue eyes darkened with desire. "And what of our dragon queen?" she purred, glancing at Daenerys who still knelt on the floor.
"Let her watch," Jon growled, pulling Sansa into his arms. "Let her see how a true Northern lady takes her king."
"Yes," Sansa breathed, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Show her how wolves mate..." Daenerys watched, transfixed, as Jon claimed Sansa's lips in a passionate kiss. This was different from how he'd taken her - there was tenderness mixed with the hunger, reverence with the desire.
"Please," Sansa moaned against his mouth, "give me your child, Jon. Fill me with your seed..." Jon positioned himself between Sansa's creamy thighs, his impressive length sliding through her wet folds. Unlike his savage claiming of Daenerys, this was tender, worshipful.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he breathed, watching her red hair spread across the throne like flames. His thick shaft pressed against her entrance, making her gasp.
"Please, Jon," Sansa moaned, her legs wrapping around his waist. "I need you inside me..." He entered her slowly, savouring every inch as her tight heat enveloped him. His considerable girth stretched her perfectly, making her arch and cry out in pleasure.
"So full," she whimpered as he bottomed out. "You fit me perfectly..." Jon established a steady rhythm, angling his hips to hit that special spot deep inside her with each thrust. His thick cock dragged against her walls deliciously, making her see stars.
"Right there," Sansa gasped, her nails raking down his back. "Don't stop..." From her place on the floor, Daenerys watched in awe as Jon worshipped Sansa's body. Each powerful thrust made the Lady of Winterfell cry out in ecstasy.
"Give me your heir," Sansa moaned, meeting his thrusts. "Fill me with your seed..." Jon cradled Sansa's face tenderly as he moved within her, his thick shaft stroking her inner walls with perfect precision. Each thrust was measured and deep, hitting spots that made her gasp and shiver.
"You feel like heaven," he breathed against her neck, kissing the sensitive skin there. "So perfect... so tight... made for me..."
Sansa's pale legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Only for you," she moaned, her back arching off the throne. "No one's ever filled me like this..." His massive length stretched her deliciously as he maintained his loving pace, grinding against her sensitive bud with each stroke. Her inner walls fluttered around him, drawing him deeper.
"Look at me," Jon commanded softly, his dark eyes intense. "Watch me love you..." Sansa's ice-blue eyes locked with his as he continued his tender assault. Her fingers tangled in his dark curls, pulling him down for a passionate kiss.
"More," she whimpered against his lips. "Please... harder..." Jon increased his pace slightly, still maintaining that perfect angle that had her seeing stars. His thick shaft massaged that special spot inside her that made her whole body tremble.
"Like this?" he growled softly, grinding deeper. "Tell me what you need..."
"Just like that," Sansa gasped, her pale breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." From her position on the floor, Daenerys watched in awe as the two wolves made love. This was nothing like the savage claiming she'd received - this was pure devotion.
"I can feel you getting close," Jon murmured, his cock swelling even larger inside Sansa's tight heat. "Let go for me, my love... let me feel you come around me..." Sansa's climax built steadily under Jon's expert attention, her inner walls fluttering around his thick shaft as he maintained that perfect rhythm.
"I'm so close," she gasped, her nails raking down his back. "Please... I need..."
"Come for me," Jon growled tenderly, grinding against her sweet spot. "Let me feel you..."
Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, making her whole body arch off the throne. "JON!" she screamed, her inner muscles clamping down on his length like a vice. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her as he continued his steady thrusts.
"That's it," he moaned, feeling her pussy milk his cock. "Take all of me..." His own release built powerfully as Sansa writhed beneath him. With a final deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded, shooting rope after rope of hot seed deep into her womb.
"Fill me," Sansa whimpered, still trembling with aftershocks. "Give me your heir..." Jon's cock pulsed again and again, ensuring every drop of his essence stayed deep inside her. They stayed joined, kissing tenderly as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Mine," Jon whispered against her lips. "My queen..." Daenerys watched from the floor as his seed trickled out of Sansa when he finally withdrew, marking the Lady of Winterfell as thoroughly claimed.
Without hesitation, Daenerys crawled forward on her hands and knees, her violet eyes filled with reverence as she approached Sansa's still-trembling form on the throne. "Please, my lady," she whispered, "let me bless the future heir of Winterfell..."
Sansa spread her legs languidly, still flushed from her climax. "Go ahead, dragon queen. Pay your respects." Daenerys pressed her lips tenderly to Sansa's lower belly, just above where Jon's seed was taking root. Her kisses were feather-light and worshipful, trailing down to the patch of copper curls still damp with their combined essence.
"May your wolf cub grow strong," she murmured between kisses, her tongue darting out to taste the mixture of Jon and Sansa's release. "May they have their mother's beauty and their father's strength..." Her lips traced reverent patterns across Sansa's sensitive flesh, making the Lady of Winterfell shiver with renewed arousal. Daenerys kissed every inch of her mound, her silver hair tickling Sansa's thighs.
"Good girl," Jon praised, watching the display of submission. "Show proper respect to your future heir." Daenerys raised her head from between Sansa's thighs, her violet eyes glistening with both tears and desire. Her voice was thick with emotion as she spoke:
"My king... my queen... please, I beg you. Let me bear a child too. Our children could grow up together, as true dragons and wolves should."
She crawled closer to Jon, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders. "Think of it - a Stark and a Targaryen child, raised as siblings just as you were, Jon. But this time..." She bit her lip, glancing between them both. "This time they could be properly joined in marriage when they come of age. Uniting our houses forever, as it was always meant to be." Jon's cock stirred at her words, already hardening again. Sansa reached down to stroke Daenerys' cheek tenderly.
"The dragon queen speaks wisely," Sansa purred. "Our children would be unstoppable together. The North and the South, ice and fire, joined in their blood."
Daenerys pressed herself against Jon's legs, looking up at him pleadingly. "Please, my king. Fill me with your seed again. Let me give you another heir - a true dragon to match the wolf growing in Sansa's belly."
Jon tangled his fingers in her silver hair, pulling her head back to meet his dark gaze. "And you would accept that? Your child being betrothed to Sansa's from birth?"
"Yes," Daenerys moaned. "Yes, please. It's what I want more than anything. Let our bloodlines truly merge, as they were always meant to."
"Think of it, my love," Sansa whispered. "A son of ice and a daughter of fire, or perhaps the other way around. Growing up together, falling in love naturally, continuing our legacy..." Jon's cock was fully hard now, precum beading at the tip as he looked down at his two queens. Daenerys licked her lips hungrily.
"I can still taste Sansa on you," she breathed. "Let me clean you properly before you fill me with your seed. Let me prepare you to give me a child worthy of marrying the heir of Winterfell."
"Do it," Sansa commanded softly. "Show him how badly you want to bear his child." Daenerys eagerly took Jon's length into her mouth, moaning at the combined taste of his essence and Sansa's release. Her tongue swirled around his shaft as she cleaned him thoroughly, preparing him for what was to come.
"Such an eager little dragon," Jon growled, his grip tightening in her hair. "So desperate to be bred..."
"She deserves it," Sansa purred, running her fingers through Daenerys' silver locks. "She knows her place now. Knows that our children will rule together, just as we do."
Daenerys pulled back from Jon's cock with a wet pop, her violet eyes glazed with lust. "Please," she begged. "I'm ready. Fill me with your seed. Let me give you a child worthy of joining with Sansa's."
"Come here, my dragon," Sansa beckoned with a gentle smile, patting her lower belly. "Rest your head where my child grows while Jon gives you one of your own." Daenerys crawled forward eagerly, positioning herself on all fours. She laid her cheek tenderly against Sansa's still-flat stomach, silver hair spilling across pale skin.
"Thank you, my queen," she whispered reverently, pressing soft kisses to Sansa's belly. "I can already feel the strength of the wolf cub growing within you." Jon positioned himself behind Daenerys, his thick shaft sliding through her wet folds. She moaned against Sansa's skin, her breath hot and desperate.
"Are you ready to be bred, dragon queen?" Sansa asked softly, stroking Daenerys' hair. "Ready to carry a child worthy of joining with mine?"
"Yes," Daenerys gasped as Jon's cock pressed against her entrance. "Please... I want to feel him fill me completely..." Jon entered her in one smooth thrust, making her cry out in pleasure. Her face pressed harder against Sansa's belly as he began a steady rhythm.
"That's it," Sansa cooed, still petting Daenerys' hair. "Take all of him. Let him plant his seed deep inside you."
"She's so tight," Jon growled, his hands gripping Daenerys' hips. "So eager to be filled..." Daenerys whimpered with each thrust, her lips moving against Sansa's skin in silent prayers. Her violet eyes fluttered closed in ecstasy as Jon's thick length stretched her perfectly.
"I can feel how badly you want this," Sansa murmured. "How desperately you want to bear his child. Our children will be beautiful together, won't they?"
"Yes," Daenerys moaned as Jon increased his pace. "Strong and fierce like their father... wise and beautiful like their mother..."
Jon's thrusts grew more powerful, driving deeper into Daenerys' willing body. "Going to fill you so full," he promised darkly. "Give you a proper heir..."
Sansa's fingers tightened in Daenerys' hair, holding her face pressed against her belly. "Watch, my love," she told Jon. "Watch how she worships where your first child grows while you give her one of her own."
Daenerys' tongue darted out to taste Sansa's skin, making the Lady of Winterfell shiver. "Please," she begged between kisses. "Need your seed... need to feel you fill me..." Jon slowed his pace deliberately, savouring every inch as he withdrew almost completely before sinking back into Daenerys' welcoming heat. Her walls fluttered around him, adjusting to his considerable girth as he took his time opening her up.
"That's it," he growled softly, grinding his hips in slow circles. "Let me feel every part of you..."
Daenerys moaned against Sansa's skin, her tongue tracing patterns across the redhead's lower belly between gasps of pleasure. "So deep," she whimpered. "You're reaching places no one ever has..."
Sansa continued stroking the dragon queen's silver hair, watching with hooded eyes as Jon masterfully worked Daenerys' body. "He knows exactly how to prepare you, doesn't he?" she purred. "How to make sure you're ready to receive his seed properly..." Jon's thick shaft massaged Daenerys' inner walls with each careful thrust, hitting spots that made her whole body tremble. His hands kneaded her hips, pulling her back onto his length with perfect control.
"Your cunt is blooming for me," he breathed, feeling her inner muscles ripple around him. "Opening up so beautifully... getting ready to be bred..." Daenerys' fingers clutched at Sansa's thighs as Jon maintained his torturously slow pace. Her violet eyes rolled back in pleasure as he ground against that special spot deep inside her.
"Please," she begged, her voice muffled against Sansa's skin. "Need more... need to feel you fill me completely..."
"Patience, my dragon," Sansa soothed, tugging gently on her hair. "Let him prepare you properly. Let your body open fully to receive his seed." Jon's cock swelled even larger as he continued his measured strokes, each thrust deliberately targeting Daenerys' most sensitive places. Her inner walls clenched around him desperately, trying to pull him deeper.
"Such a greedy little cunt," he growled approvingly. "So eager to milk every drop of seed from me..." Daenerys' tongue traced desperate patterns across Sansa's lower belly as Jon's pace steadily increased. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her trembling body, her inner walls fluttering wildly around his thick length.
"She's getting close," Sansa observed, feeling Daenerys' hot breath coming in shorter gasps against her skin. "Her whole body's shaking for you..."
Jon growled in approval as he felt Daenerys' cunt clench needily around him. "That's it," he breathed. "Let go... let me feel you come apart..."
"Please," Daenerys begged between fevered kisses to Sansa's belly. "Need your seed... need to feel you fill me completely..." Her inner muscles rippled along his shaft as her pleasure built higher and higher. Jon maintained his perfect rhythm, hitting that special spot deep inside her with each powerful thrust.
"Going to breed you so thoroughly," he promised darkly. "Fill you with my seed until it overflows..." Daenerys' climax hit her suddenly and violently, making her scream against Sansa's skin. Her pussy clamped down on Jon's cock like a vice, milking him desperately as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
"Take it all," Jon roared, burying himself to the hilt as his own release crashed over him. Rope after rope of hot seed flooded Daenerys' womb as she continued to writhe and clench around him.
"Good girl," Sansa praised, still stroking Daenerys' hair as the dragon queen trembled through her orgasm. "Milk every drop from him... make sure his seed takes root..." Jon's cock pulsed again and again, ensuring Daenerys' eager cunt was thoroughly flooded with his essence. She whimpered softly as she felt each hot splash deep inside her, her inner walls still fluttering with aftershocks.
"Thank you," she breathed against Sansa's belly, pressing reverent kisses to the skin there. "Thank you both..."
"Now our children will truly grow together," Sansa murmured, running her fingers through Daenerys' silver hair. "Wolf and dragon, united as they were always meant to be..." Jon stayed buried deep inside Daenerys as their breathing slowly returned to normal, making sure none of his seed escaped. His cock gave a final pulse, depositing the last drops of his essence into her willing body.
"Perfect," he growled softly, grinding his hips against her. "Both of you... carrying my heirs..."
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Years had passed, and the three young heirs had blossomed into stunning examples of their bloodlines. Torrhen, Sansa's and Jon's son now sixteen, had inherited his father's dark curls and his mother's piercing blue eyes. His muscled frame spoke of hours training in the yard, while his face held the sharp beauty of both Stark and Tully heritage. The twin daughters of Daenerys and Jon, both sixteen, were mirror images of ethereal Targaryen beauty - silver-gold hair falling in waves down their backs, violet eyes that could pierce souls. Yet each had her own distinct allure. Rhaella was all soft curves and gentle grace, while Visenya had a wilder, more athletic build. Both possessed the same perfect handful breasts, pink nipples that hardened in the cool air of Torrhen's chambers.
"It's my turn," Rhaella pouted, her plump lips sliding up and down Torrhen's thick shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head as she took him deeper.
Visenya tugged her sister's hair playfully. "You always start. Let me show him how a true dragon pleases her wolf." She bent down to run her tongue along his length alongside her twin's.
Torrhen groaned, his hands tangling in their silver hair. "Gods, you two will be the death of me..." The twins worked in perfect harmony, their tongues dancing together as they pleasured their future husband. Rhaella focused on the sensitive head while Visenya licked and sucked at his heavy balls.
"We need to make sure you're ready," Visenya purred, "to fill us both with strong pups..."
"Just like our parents planned," Rhaella added with a wicked smile, before swallowing him down to the root. Their nude bodies pressed against each other as they competed for his attention, soft breasts rubbing together as they moved. Their own arousal was evident in the glistening between their thighs.
"My beautiful dragons," Torrhen growled, his cock throbbing as they lavished it with attention. His blue eyes darkened with lust as he watched them work. The twins giggled together, sharing his length between their eager mouths. They had been doing this for months now, ever since their bodies had begun to yearn for each other. What had started as innocent childhood affection had bloomed into passionate desire.
"We know you love us both equally," Rhaella breathed, her hand stroking his slick shaft.
"But that doesn't mean we can't compete to please you best," Visenya added with a sultry wink. Their tongues met in a deep kiss around the head of his cock, making Torrhen throw his head back with a moan. Torrhen watched in rapt fascination as his half-sisters' tongues danced together around his throbbing crown. Their perfect lips brushed against each other, sharing the taste of his precum as they kissed deeply. Rhaella's tongue darted out to trace the sensitive ridge while Visenya sucked gently at the tip, their mouths meeting in the middle.
"By the old gods and new," he breathed, mesmerized by the sight. "You two are incredible..." The twins' eyes sparkled with mischief as they continued their sensual display. Their tongues twirled together like a beautiful dance, sliding wetly across his flesh and each other's lips. Rhaella moaned softly into the kiss as Visenya's tongue flicked against hers.
"Do you like watching your dragon sisters kiss?" Visenya purred, breaking away just long enough to speak before diving back in.
"We've been practicing," Rhaella added breathlessly, her lips glistening. "Just for you, brother..." Their silver hair mingled together as they worked, creating a stunning curtain around his cock. Their kiss grew deeper, more passionate, as they shared his length between them. Torrhen could feel their hot breath, their soft moans vibrating against his sensitive flesh.
"The way your tongues move together," he groaned, his fingers tightening in their hair. "Like you were made for this... made for me..." The twins hummed in agreement, their kiss becoming almost desperate as they pleasured him. Rhaella's tongue traced the seam of Visenya's lips before dipping inside to taste her sister's mouth properly. Their saliva mixed with his precum, creating a deliciously wet mess.
"We were always meant to be yours," Rhaella whispered against her sister's lips.
"All three of us together," Visenya agreed, catching Rhaella's bottom lip between her teeth gently.
Torrhen's voice was husky with desire as he watched his half-sisters' perfect bodies pressed together. "Let me taste one of you while you continue... I need to feel a sweet cunt on my tongue." The twins shared a heated look, their breasts still rubbing together as they stroked his cock. Rhaella's pink nipples brushed against Visenya's darker ones, making them both shiver.
"Me first," Visenya purred, already moving to straddle his face. "You know how wet I get watching Rhaella suck your cock..." She positioned herself over him, her silver curls glistening with arousal. Torrhen's strong hands gripped her thighs, pulling her down to his eager mouth. His tongue immediately found her sensitive pearl, making her gasp.
"Not fair," Rhaella pouted playfully, before swallowing his length completely. "You always get his tongue first..."
Visenya moaned as Torrhen's tongue explored her folds expertly. "Because — oh gods — because I'm better at riding his face..." Torrhen growled against her wet flesh, the vibrations making her squirm. His tongue delved deeper, tasting her thoroughly as Rhaella continued working his cock with her skilled mouth.
"Such a good brother," Visenya breathed, grinding against his face. "Knowing exactly how to please us both..." Rhaella hummed around his shaft in agreement, her hand reaching up to squeeze her sister's breast. Visenya arched into the touch, her cunt clenching around Torrhen's probing tongue.
"He was made for us," Rhaella said, pulling off his cock with a wet pop. "And we were made for him..." Torrhen's tongue circled Visenya's entrance before plunging inside, making her cry out in pleasure. Her thighs trembled around his head as he devoured her hungrily.
"I need you inside me, brother," Rhaella moaned, positioning herself over his thick shaft while Visenya continued riding his face. "Need to feel you stretch me properly..." She sank down slowly, her wet heat enveloping him inch by inch. Her silver hair cascaded down her back as she threw her head back in pleasure, feeling him fill her completely.
"So big," she gasped, her inner walls fluttering around his length. "Always feels like the first time..." Torrhen groaned against Visenya's cunt as Rhaella began to move, setting a steady rhythm. Her perfect breasts bounced with each rise and fall, pink nipples hard and begging to be touched.
Visenya reached behind her to cup her twin's breasts, rolling the sensitive peaks between her fingers. "That's it, sister... take him deep..." Rhaella's pace increased as she found her rhythm, her tight pussy gripping him perfectly with each stroke. Her thighs trembled as she lifted herself almost completely off before slamming back down, taking him to the hilt.
"Such a greedy little dragon," Torrhen mumbled against Visenya's flesh, his hands gripping Rhaella's hips to guide her movements. "Taking my cock so well..." Rhaella's inner muscles clenched around him as she rode harder, her pleasure building with each deep thrust. Her hands found Visenya's breasts, returning her twin's earlier attention as they moved together.
"Need your seed," she begged, grinding her hips in circles. "Need to feel you fill me completely..." Visenya leaned back to capture her sister's lips in a passionate kiss as they both chased their pleasure on different parts of their brother's body. Their tongues danced together as Rhaella continued bouncing on Torrhen's thick shaft. The twins moved together in perfect harmony, their bodies pressed close as they shared pleasure. Visenya's hands tangled in Rhaella's silver hair, deepening their passionate kiss as they both ground against their brother's skilled tongue and thick shaft.
"Love you so much," Visenya breathed against her sister's lips, her fingers trailing down to cup Rhaella's bouncing breasts. "Love watching you take him..."
Rhaella moaned into the kiss, her hips never stopping their sensual dance on Torrhen's cock. "Love you too... love sharing him with you..." Their tongues twirled together as Visenya continued riding Torrhen's face, her wetness coating his eager mouth. She swallowed Rhaella's gasps of pleasure, feeling her twin's body tremble with each perfect thrust.
"Such good sisters," Torrhen growled between licks, his hands gripping both their hips to guide their movements. "So beautiful together..." The twins' breasts pressed together as they moved, hard nipples brushing against soft flesh. Rhaella's pace grew more desperate as she felt her pleasure building, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around her brother's thick length.
"Close," she whimpered against Visenya's lips. "So close..." Visenya captured her mouth again, swallowing her moans as they both chased their release. Her hands roamed over Rhaella's body, touching and teasing everywhere she could reach.
"Come for us, sweet sister," she urged, breaking the kiss to trail her lips down Rhaella's neck. "Let us feel you..." Their bodies moved in perfect sync, years of intimacy evident in every touch, every kiss. Visenya's skilled fingers found their target, circling Rhaella's sensitive bud with practiced precision. She knew exactly how to touch her twin, years of shared pleasure making her an expert in her sister's body.
"Let go for us, sweet one," Visenya purred, her own hips still grinding against Torrhen's talented tongue. "Show us how good it feels..." Rhaella's body tensed as the dual sensations overwhelmed her - Torrhen's thick cock stretching her perfectly while Visenya's fingers worked their magic on her pearl. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around her brother's shaft as her pleasure built to a crescendo.
"Gods, yes!" she cried out, her head falling back as the first waves of her climax crashed over her. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Visenya increased the pressure of her fingers, drawing tight circles as her sister came undone. Rhaella's pussy gripped Torrhen like a vice, her whole body shuddering with the intensity of her release.
"So beautiful when you come," Visenya breathed, capturing her twin's lips in a deep kiss as she continued to ride out her pleasure. Torrhen groaned against Visenya's cunt, the feeling of Rhaella's walls pulsing around him pushing him closer to his own edge. His tongue worked faster against Visenya's flesh, determined to bring her along with them.
"Brother," Rhaella gasped between kisses, her hips still moving in small circles as aftershocks rocked through her. "Fill me... need to feel you..." Visenya's own pleasure peaked suddenly, triggered by the erotic display and Torrhen's relentless tongue. She ground down hard against his face, her thighs trembling as she came with a cry of ecstasy. Torrhen's release built like wildfire in his veins as he thrust up into Rhaella's perfect heat. His thick shaft pulsed powerfully, each throb sending waves of hot seed deep into her welcoming body. His hands gripped her hips bruisingly tight, holding her down as he filled her completely.
"Yes, brother," Rhaella moaned, grinding down to take him even deeper. "Give me every drop..."
Visenya watched with hungry eyes as her twin milked their brother's cock, her own body still trembling from her climax. "That's it... breed our sweet sister properly..." Torrhen's cock continued to pulse rhythmically, painting Rhaella's inner walls with rope after rope of thick spend. His whole body tensed with the force of his release, pleasure crackling through every nerve ending.
"Gods, you feel incredible," he groaned, finally able to speak now that Visenya had moved from his face. "Taking everything I give you..." Rhaella's inner muscles contracted around him, drawing out every last drop as she rocked her hips in small circles. Her silver hair stuck to her sweat-dampened skin as she savoured the feeling of being filled so completely.
"Can feel you so deep," she breathed, her hands braced on his chest. "So much... marking me as yours..." His cock gave a few final throbs before beginning to soften, thoroughly spent after filling his sister's eager cunt. Some of his seed leaked out around his shaft, evidence of just how thoroughly he'd claimed her.
The three siblings collapsed into a tangle of limbs, breathing heavily and exchanging soft kisses. Torrhen pulled both sisters close, one on each side, their silver hair spilling across his chest as they snuggled against him.
"You're both incredible," he murmured, pressing gentle kisses to their foreheads. Rhaella traced lazy patterns on his chest while Visenya nuzzled into his neck.
"Mmm, you weren't so bad yourself, brother," Rhaella teased, reaching across to stroke her twin's cheek affectionately. Their lips met in a tender kiss over Torrhen's chest, soft and loving after their earlier passion.
But Visenya's eyes soon darkened with renewed desire. "My turn now," she purred, trailing her fingers down Torrhen's abdomen. "I need to feel you inside me too..."
Rhaella laughed melodiously, pinching her sister's nipple playfully. "Already? Such a greedy sister..."
"As if you're any better!" Visenya retorted with a mischievous grin. She pounced suddenly, fingers finding Rhaella's ticklish spots with unerring accuracy. "Take it back!"
Rhaella squealed and squirmed, trying to escape her twin's merciless assault. "Never! You're - ah! - insatiable and you know it!" Their playful wrestling sent them rolling across the bed, silver hair flying and giggles filling the air. Torrhen watched them with fond amusement as they tussled, their perfect bodies pressing together as they fought for dominance.
"Stop! I yield!" Rhaella gasped between laughs as Visenya straddled her, pinning her hands above her head.
"Say I'm the most restrained and ladylike sister," Visenya demanded with a wicked grin, threatening more tickles.
"You? Ladylike?" Rhaella snorted. "I've seen you tackle knights in the training yard!"
This earned her another round of tickling, making her shriek with laughter. "Torrhen! Save me from this beast!"
"Don't you dare," Visenya warned him, though her eyes sparkled with mirth. "She deserves every bit of this..."
Torrhen chuckled, moving to kneel behind Visenya. His hands slid up her sides as he pressed against her back. "Perhaps I can distract you with something else?"
Visenya's breath hitched as she felt his hardening length against her. "Mmm, I suppose that might work..." She released Rhaella's hands to lean back against him. "Though she still needs to learn her lesson..."
"I think I know a better way to use that mouth of hers," Torrhen suggested, making both sisters shiver with anticipation. Visenya arched her back as Rhaella's warm mouth found her breast, soft lips closing around the hardened peak. Her perfect little bottom pressed back against Torrhen's growing hardness, making him groan with appreciation.
"Such a lovely sight," he murmured, his large hands cupping and kneading the firm globes of her ass. Each cheek fit perfectly in his palms, smooth and pale as marble. He spread them gently, admiring how tiny and tight she looked.
"Always did have the prettier bottom," Rhaella teased between kisses to her twin's breasts. Her tongue swirled around one nipple before moving to the other, making Visenya gasp.
"She certainly does," Torrhen agreed, his thumbs tracing the curves of her cheeks. The perfect heart shape of her rear entranced him, begging to be squeezed and worshipped. "So small and perky..." Visenya wiggled her hips enticingly, drawing another appreciative groan from her brother. Her ass dimpled prettily as she moved, the muscles flexing beneath creamy skin.
"Stop teasing and put it to good use," she demanded breathlessly, pushing back against him more insistently.
Rhaella laughed around her nipple, the vibrations making Visenya shiver. "So impatient, sister..." Her hands joined Torrhen's in caressing their sister's perfect bottom, their fingers leaving light pink marks on the pale flesh.
"Can you blame me?" Visenya gasped as four hands explored her curves. "When you both touch me like this..."
Torrhen's grip tightened possessively on her ass as he positioned himself. "Such a perfect little thing," he growled, his cock pressing against her entrance. "Made to fit in my hands..." He gripped Visenya's hips tenderly as he began to ease forward, his thick length slowly parting her slick folds. She was so tight and perfect around him, drawing a low moan from deep in his chest.
"That's it, sweet sister," he murmured, pressing gentle kisses along her spine. "Take me nice and slow..." Visenya whimpered with pleasure as he filled her inch by inch, her small body stretching to accommodate his size. Her perfect little bottom pressed back against his hips, eager to take all of him.
"Gods, you feel incredible," she gasped, her head falling forward onto Rhaella's shoulder. Her twin continued lavishing attention on her breasts, adding to the overwhelming sensations.
"So beautiful together," Rhaella purred, watching where their bodies joined. Her hands stroked soothingly along Visenya's sides as Torrhen continued his gentle invasion. Finally, Torrhen's hips met the soft curves of Visenya's ass, his cock buried to the hilt in her welcoming heat. He held still, letting her adjust to his size, his hands caressing her back and sides with loving touches.
"Perfect fit," he breathed, grinding slightly to feel her tight walls grip him. "Like you were made for me..." Visenya's inner muscles fluttered around him as she adjusted, making them both moan. Her small body trembled with pleasure and anticipation.
"Move, brother," she pleaded softly. "Need to feel you..." Torrhen began a slow, sweet rhythm, pulling back until just the tip remained before sliding home again. Each thrust brought his hips flush against her perfect bottom, making the flesh quiver enticingly.
"So good," he praised, maintaining his gentle pace. "Taking me so well..."
Rhaella's mouth moved to Visenya's neck, trailing kisses up to her ear. "Look at you, sister... so beautiful like this..." Visenya could only moan in response, lost in the feeling of being so thoroughly filled. Her hands gripped Rhaella's shoulders for support as Torrhen continued his tender claiming. Torrhen leaned forward, his broad chest pressing against Visenya's delicate back as he covered her smaller frame. The position sandwiched her perfectly between his muscular body and Rhaella's soft curves, surrounding her in warmth and love.
"Got you trapped now, little dragon," he murmured in her ear, his arms wrapping around both sisters to hold them close. His hips never stopped their gentle rhythm, each thrust pushing Visenya more firmly against Rhaella's breasts.
"Mmm, exactly where I want to be," Visenya sighed contentedly, turning her head to capture his lips in a sweet kiss. Her body was completely enveloped between her siblings, safe and cherished in their embrace.
Rhaella's hands stroked up and down Visenya's sides, occasionally brushing against Torrhen's arms as well. "We've got you, sweet sister," she whispered, pressing soft kisses to Visenya's collar bone. The intimacy of their position heightened every sensation. Torrhen's weight pressed Visenya down just enough to feel wonderfully dominated while still being able to breathe easily. His cock reached even deeper at this angle, making her gasp with each careful thrust.
"Perfect like this," Torrhen groaned, his chest rumbling against her back. "Both my beautiful sisters..." Visenya felt surrounded by love and pleasure, caught between her siblings' warm bodies. Torrhen's strong arms held them all together while Rhaella's soft hands wandered soothingly over her heated skin.
"Never want to leave this moment," she breathed, her body moving in perfect harmony with theirs. Each roll of Torrhen's hips pushed her against Rhaella's breasts, creating a delicious friction. Rhaella captured her twin's lips in a deep kiss, swallowing her moans of pleasure. Their bodies pressed together from breast to thigh, with Torrhen's powerful form covering them both.
"We've got you," he repeated, his movements staying slow and sweet. "Let us take care of you..." Torrhen maintained his tender but thorough pace, each thrust reaching deep inside Visenya's perfect heat. His cock dragged sweetly against her inner walls as he withdrew almost completely before sinking back in with loving determination.
"So deep," Visenya whimpered against Rhaella's lips. "Gods, brother, you feel incredible..."
"That's it, sweet girl," he murmured in her ear, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm. "Take all of me..." His movements were controlled and precise, making sure she felt every inch of him claiming her.
Rhaella's hands tangled in her twin's silver hair, holding her close as Torrhen's thrusts pushed them together. "Look at you, taking him so beautifully..." Each stroke was measured and deep, Torrhen's thick length stretching Visenya perfectly. Her tight walls clenched around him eagerly, drawing him deeper with every push. The head of his cock kissed her deepest spots with each thrust, making her whole body tremble.
"Never felt anything so perfect," Torrhen groaned, grinding his hips against her ass when fully seated. "So tight and wet for me..." Visenya could only moan in response, caught between her siblings' bodies and the exquisite sensation of being so thoroughly filled. Every push of Torrhen's cock sent waves of pleasure through her core.
"Please," she gasped, though she wasn't sure what she was begging for. "Please, don't stop..."
"Never stopping," he promised, maintaining his sweet rhythm. His hands slid down to grip her hips, angling her slightly to reach even deeper. "Going to take such good care of you..." Rhaella caught one of Visenya's nipples between her lips, sucking gently in time with Torrhen's thrusts. The dual stimulation had their sister writhing between them, lost in sensation.
"That's it," Torrhen encouraged, his cock sliding home again and again. "Let us love you properly..." His pace remained steady but relentless, each stroke designed to bring maximum pleasure. Visenya's inner muscles fluttered around him as her pleasure built, drawing appreciative groans from her brother. Her small body accepted every inch of him eagerly, taking him as deep as physically possible.
"So good," she panted, her hands clutching at Rhaella's shoulders. "Love feeling you both like this..." Torrhen's pace grew more urgent as he felt Visenya trembling beneath him. His thrusts remained loving but gained intensity, his cock reaching deep inside her with each stroke.
"Close, brother," she whimpered, her body tensing between her siblings. "So close..."
"Let go for us," he encouraged, grinding against that perfect spot inside her. "Want to feel you come apart..." Rhaella's clever fingers found her twin's sensitive pearl, rubbing in tight circles as Torrhen's thrusts grew more insistent. The dual stimulation proved too much for Visenya. With a high, breathy cry of pleasure, she shattered beautifully. Her inner walls clamped down on Torrhen's length as a small gush of wetness coated him. Her whole body trembled as waves of ecstasy washed over her.
"That's it, sweet girl," Torrhen groaned, his own control slipping at the exquisite feeling of her climax. "So perfect..." Her tight heat pulsing around him pushed him over the edge. With a final deep thrust, he buried himself completely inside her and let go. His cock throbbed as he filled her with his seed, grinding against her ass to make sure he was as deep as possible.
"Yes," Visenya gasped, still shaking with aftershocks. "Fill me up..." Torrhen's arms tightened around both sisters as he emptied himself inside Visenya's perfect heat. Each pulse of his release drew soft whimpers from her sensitive body. They stayed locked together as they caught their breath, trading gentle kisses and soft touches. Torrhen's seed leaked from where they were still joined, evidence of their passionate coupling.
"Beautiful," Rhaella murmured, stroking her twin's flushed cheeks. "You both look so perfect together..." Torrhen settled back against the plush pillows, his strong arms gathering both sisters close as they naturally gravitated to their favorite resting position. Visenya and Rhaella snuggled against his broad chest, one on each side, their silver hair spilling across his skin like moonlight.
"My perfect girls," he murmured fondly, pressing gentle kisses to each of their foreheads. His large hands stroked soothingly up and down their backs, drawing contented sighs from both sisters.
Visenya nuzzled closer, her small hand resting over his heart. "Love being like this," she whispered sleepily. "Safe and warm..."
"Mmmm," Rhaella agreed, her leg tangling with her twin's across Torrhen's thighs. "Best place to be..." Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest as her eyes grew heavy. The peaceful intimacy of the moment wrapped around them like a warm blanket. Torrhen's steady heartbeat under their ears lulled the sisters towards sleep, their breathing gradually syncing with his.
"Rest now, my loves," he murmured, his voice thick with approaching slumber. His arms tightened protectively around their small forms, keeping them close and secure.
Visenya pressed a sleepy kiss to his chest before settling back down. "Love you both," she breathed, already half asleep. Her body was completely relaxed against his side, trusting him to keep her safe.
"Love you too," Rhaella echoed softly, her eyes already closed. She snuggled impossibly closer, seeking his warmth. Torrhen smiled tenderly at his precious sisters, his own eyes growing heavy as their gentle breathing filled the quiet room. The weight of their bodies against his was perfectly comforting, grounding him in peaceful contentment.
Soon all three were fast asleep, limbs intertwined and bodies pressed close. Their faces were peaceful in slumber, free from any worry or care. Just three hearts beating in sync, safe in each other's arms.
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Fourteen-year-old Lyarra, the daughter of Sansa and Jon, and thirteen-year-old Aemon , son of Daenerys and Jon, lay on their sides facing each other in her bed, silver-white hair mixing with black on the pillows as they exchanged shy, sweet kisses. Their young bodies pressed close, still mostly clothed but with curious hands starting to explore.
"Is this okay?" Aemon whispered, his fingers trailing tentatively along her side. His violet eyes were full of tender care as he watched her face.
Lyarra nodded, blushing prettily. "Yes... I like when you touch me." She reached up to trace his jawline, marvelling at how it was starting to sharpen with approaching manhood. With trembling fingers, they helped each other shed their sleeping clothes until they lay skin-to-skin. Aemon's chest was beginning to broaden, a light dusting of silver hair appearing. Lyarra's small breasts were just starting to bud, pink nipples pebbled in the cool air.
"You're so beautiful," he breathed, pressing reverent kisses to her neck. His hands skimmed over her developing curves with utmost gentleness.
She explored his chest and shoulders with curious touches, learning the ways his body was changing. "So are you," she whispered back. Her fingers traced the subtle muscles forming in his arms. They took their time discovering each other, trading sweet kisses and innocent caresses. Every touch was filled with wonder and care, neither rushing as they mapped new territory.
"Love you," Aemon murmured against her lips, his heart pounding. His hands settled respectfully on her waist, thumbs stroking her soft skin.
"Love you too," she sighed happily, pressing closer. The feeling of skin-on-skin was intoxicating in its newness. Aemon and Lyarra continued their gentle explorations, both trembling with innocent excitement as their touches grew bolder. His fingers ghosted over her developing curves while she traced the subtle muscles of his chest.
"Can I... can I touch you more?" he whispered against her lips, violet eyes searching her Tully blue ones for permission.
Lyarra nodded shyly, her heart fluttering. "Yes... I want to feel your hands..." His fingers drifted lower, discovering the soft mound between her legs. The delicate folds were like silk beneath his touch, protected by the finest dusting of black fuzz just starting to grow. She gasped softly at the new sensation.
"Is this okay?" he asked tenderly, keeping his touches light and careful.
"Mmhmm," she hummed, pressing closer. Her small hand tentatively reached for him in return, curious fingers wrapping around his length. Though still developing, he was perfectly proportioned for their age, just over three inches of pure Targaryen beauty.
"Oh," he breathed, shuddering at her innocent exploration. "That feels nice..." They continued mapping each other with wonder and care, discovering what brought sighs of pleasure. Every touch was reverent and sweet, neither pushing for more than gentle caresses.
"Love touching you," Lyarra whispered, fascinated by the way he responded to her curious fingers. "Love learning you..."
"Love touching you too," he replied softly, still amazed by the silken heat beneath his hand. "So perfect..." Aemon shifted carefully over Lyarra, supporting his weight on his forearms as he settled between her slender thighs. His silver-white hair fell forward, tickling her cheeks as he leaned down to kiss her tenderly.
"Like having you close," she whispered, her small hands stroking his back. Her developing breasts pressed softly against his chest as she arched up to meet his kisses.
"Like being close to you," he murmured back, trailing his lips down to her neck. He explored with gentle kisses, searching for sensitive spots.
When his lips found the curve where her neck met her shoulder, Lyarra let out a sweet giggle. "Tickles there," she smiled, squirming beneath him. Encouraged by her reaction, Aemon focused his attention on that spot, alternating between light kisses and playful nips. Her giggles turned to soft sighs as he discovered just the right pressure.
"Found your special place," he teased gently, nuzzling the sensitive skin. His hips settled more firmly between her thighs, their young bodies fitting together perfectly.
Lyarra's legs wrapped naturally around his waist, holding him close as he continued kissing her neck. "Feels so nice," she sighed, her fingers tangling in his silky hair. They rocked together innocently, trading sweet kisses and touches. Aemon's length pressed against her pristine folds, causing them both to gasp at the new sensation.
"Is this okay?" he asked softly, pulling back to look in her eyes. His hands stroked soothingly along her sides.
"Yes," she nodded, blushing prettily. Her hips shifted experimentally against his, drawing a shaky breath from them both. Aemon continued peppering Lyarra's neck with playful kisses, delighting in her sweet giggles. His hips moved gently against hers, their young bodies learning each other's rhythms.
"Tickles!" she laughed softly, squirming beneath him as his lips found that sensitive spot again. Her small hands clutched at his shoulders, holding him close.
"Love your laugh," he murmured against her skin, deliberately targeting the spots that made her giggle most. "So pretty when you're happy..." Their innocent grinding continued, neither rushing as they explored these new sensations. His developing length slid perfectly against her pristine folds, drawing soft gasps from them both.
"Feel so nice," Lyarra sighed, her legs tightening around his waist. Her hips lifted to meet his gentle movements, instinct guiding them.
"You too," Aemon breathed, pressing closer. He alternated between sweet kisses and playful nips at her neck, loving how she switched between giggles and gentle moans. They rocked together tenderly, trading kisses and loving touches. Every movement was filled with innocent wonder as they discovered new ways to bring each other pleasure. Aemon and Lyarra gasped softly as their bodies naturally aligned, the tip of his length finding her entrance. They paused, violet eyes meeting blue with tender care.
"Okay?" he whispered, staying perfectly still as he searched her face. His hands stroked soothingly along her sides.
She nodded shyly, arms tightening around his shoulders. "Yes... want to feel you..." Her hips shifted experimentally, drawing shaky breaths from them both.
"Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, pressing the gentlest kiss to her lips as they began carefully rolling their hips together. Just the tip of his developing length slipped inside her pristine heat.
"Feels different," Lyarra breathed, her small body trembling beneath his. "But nice..." Her legs wrapped more securely around his waist as they explored this new sensation. They moved with utmost gentleness, trading sweet kisses as they learned each other's bodies. Every tiny motion brought new discoveries, soft gasps and sighs filling the quiet room. Lyarra's instinctive movement caught them both by surprise as she rolled her hips up to meet his, drawing him deeper inside her developing body. Aemon gasped softly, his violet eyes widening.
"Oh!" he breathed, trembling slightly as he felt more of her pristine heat envelop him. "Wasn't expecting..."
"Sorry," she whispered, stilling beneath him. "Did I do something wrong?" Her Tully blue eyes searched his face with innocent concern.
"No, no," he assured her quickly, pressing tender kisses to her lips. "Just surprised me. Felt really nice..." His hips shifted carefully against hers, drawing soft sighs from them both.
Encouraged by his response, Lyarra experimented with rolling her hips again, more deliberately this time. "Like this?" she asked shyly, watching his expression.
"Yes," Aemon nodded, his breathing uneven. "So perfect..." He matched her gentle movements, their young bodies finding a natural rhythm together.
"Want all of you," Lyarra whispered, pulling him closer as Aemon carefully pressed forward. She gasped softly at the unfamiliar stretch, but her arms and legs only tightened around him.
"Does it hurt?" he asked tenderly, stilling his movements when he felt her tense. His hands stroked soothingly along her sides.
"Just a little sting," she assured him, nuzzling against his neck. "But I like having you close..." Her hips shifted experimentally, drawing shaky breaths from them both.
Aemon pressed gentle kisses to her face, her neck, anywhere he could reach. "Love you so much," he murmured, staying perfectly still until she adjusted to the new sensation.
Gradually, the initial discomfort faded into something warmer as their bodies naturally aligned. Lyarra sighed softly, her fingers tangling in his silver hair. "Love you too..." They began moving together with tender care, trading sweet kisses as they explored this new intimacy. Every tiny motion brought fresh discoveries as they learned what brought each other pleasure.
"Feel so perfect," he breathed against her lips, his movements slow and gentle. His hands reverently traced her developing curves.
"You too," she whispered back, arching up to meet his careful thrusts. Their young bodies found a natural rhythm, neither rushing as they mapped this new territory. Aemon and Lyarra's bodies moved together in perfect harmony, every gentle thrust drawing soft sighs and whispered words of love. His silver hair fell around them like a silken curtain as he kissed along her collarbone, finding all the spots that made her shiver with delight.
"You're everything," he breathed against her skin, his hands exploring the soft curves of her hips. The way she arched into his touch, seeking more closeness, more connection, drove him wild.
Lyarra's fingers traced patterns on his back, her legs wrapped securely around his waist. "Deeper," she whispered, blushing at her own boldness. Her body welcomed him fully, their connection complete and profound. Each movement was deliberate, loving, focused entirely on bringing pleasure to the other. Aemon's violet eyes stayed locked on her face, watching every flutter of her eyelashes, every parting of her lips.
"Like this?" he asked softly, changing his angle slightly. The new position had Lyarra gasping, her hands clutching at his shoulders.
"Yes, yes," she sighed, her body moving instinctively with his. Their rhythm stayed slow, tender, each thrust building the warmth between them. The room filled with their soft sounds - gentle moans, whispered names, declarations of love. Aemon kissed her deeply, swallowing her sweet noises as their passion built. Lyarra's inner walls tightened rhythmically around Aemon as waves of pleasure crashed through her young body. She cried out softly, clinging to him as her first climax overtook her.
"Aemon!" she gasped, her back arching delicately off the bed. Every nerve ending sparked with new sensations as her pristine heat pulsed around his length. The feeling of her peak triggered his own release. With a low groan, he buried his face in her neck as his hips jerked forward. His seed spilled with a thin stream inside her welcoming warmth, their bodies locked together in perfect union.
"Love you, love you," he chanted breathlessly, his hands gripping her hips as they rode out their pleasure together. Each pulse of his release drew another sweet gasp from her lips. They stayed connected as the aftershocks rippled through them, trading gentle kisses and tender touches. Their bodies trembled together, hearts racing in perfect sync.
"That was..." Lyarra whispered, unable to find words to describe the overwhelming sensations. She stroked his back soothingly as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Amazing," Aemon finished for her, pressing soft kisses along her jawline. "You're amazing." He carefully shifted his weight but stayed buried inside her, neither wanting to break their intimate connection just yet. Aemon and Lyarra nestled together beneath the heavy furs, their young bodies still tingling from their intimate exploration. He pulled her close against his chest, pressing tender kisses to her temple.
"Feel so warm and safe with you," Lyarra murmured sleepily, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. The fur tickled her bare shoulders as she snuggled closer.
"Never want to let you go," he whispered back, his hand stroking soothingly along her spine. Their legs tangled together naturally, sharing warmth in the cool evening air. She tilted her face up for another kiss, which he gladly gave. Their lips met softly, unhurried and gentle. Every touch was filled with tender affection as they basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
"Your heart's still racing," she observed quietly, her palm resting over his chest. The steady thump beneath her hand was comforting.
Aemon smiled, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips. "That's what you do to me," he murmured against her fingers. "Make my heart dance." They traded more sweet kisses and gentle caresses, neither wanting to succumb to sleep just yet. His fingers combed through her dark hair while her hands explored the planes of his chest and shoulders.
"Love how you touch me," Lyarra sighed contentedly, pressing closer. Her body fit perfectly against his, as if they were made to hold each other this way.
"Love touching you," he replied softly, his hands never stopping their gentle exploration. Even exhausted, they couldn't resist maintaining that physical connection. The furs created a cosy cocoon around them, blocking out the rest of the world. At that moment, nothing existed beyond their tender embraces and whispered words of love.
"Stay with me?" she asked sleepily, her eyes growing heavy despite her desire to remain awake.
"Always," Aemon promised, pulling the furs more securely around them. He pressed one last kiss to her forehead as she drifted off, her breathing evening out. He watched her sleep for a while, memorizing the peaceful expression on her face and the way her dark lashes fanned across her cheeks. Eventually, exhaustion claimed him too, and he joined her in contented slumber, their bodies remaining intertwined beneath the warm furs.