章節 35: Sansa Stark Pt. 2
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After a moment of consideration, Jon leans into kissing Sansa Stark. The She-Wolf startles at first, as if she wasn't expecting such easy acceptance and reciprocation. But as soon as she has it, she turns ravenous. The red head is sexually aggressive in a way Jon never would have expected from her. He can see the wounds on her soul after all, the scars left behind by her experiences during their time apart.
In spite of them, but also in part because of them, Sansa doesn't seem inclined to take things slow. She devours his mouth with her own, and when he returns the favor, she lets out a muffled, wanton moan into his lips, her body still pressed against his from the initial seemingly platonic hug as he wraps his arms around her and pulls her in close, simply holding her to his chest.
This is no longer that first platonic hug, no longer him trying to comfort the Lady of Winterfell as she finally allowed her to break down. Now, the two of them are engaged in a Lover's Embrace, all of Sansa's cards out on the table. What she wants from him could not be more obvious at this point, especially when her hands, which start out clutching at his chest, slowly begin to dip down lower.
Its then that Jon has Sansa stop, catching her wrists and finally disengaging from their shared lip lock. Because as much as he's happy to do this with her, they can't just get straight into it. He'll give her what she wants… but on his terms. Always on his terms. Sansa looks crestfallen for a moment that he's stopping her, but when she tries to pull further away, Jon holds her fast, shaking his head.
"I'm not rejecting you, Sansa. But if we're going to do this, you should be aware that you cannot replace any of the others… just as they would not be able to replace you."
Right on cue, Daenerys steps up behind the red haired Lady of Winterfell and slides her hands along Sansa's shoulders. Jolting, Sansa looks back at the beautiful Targaryen Queen and blushes at what she sees. In the time that he and her have been making out, Daenerys has not been idle. Stripping down to nothing, the Dragon Queen is quite beautiful right now, ethereal almost in her nudity. She should be freezing, even here in doors. It's the North, after all. But she's not shivering as she runs her hands along Sansa's body and begins to help her out of her furs. She's smiling, even as her naked form radiates a heat that only a dragon could radiate.
"I would be happy to call you my sister, Sansa. I would be happy to share my King with you. Is that what you want? For us to pleasure Jon together? Because it's what I want as well."
Jon can't help but smile fondly at seeing how far Daenerys has come. He'd always known there was more to his khaleesi then just a scared young maiden he'd saved from Khal Drogo and her brother, but at the same time, he'd had concerns that his actions would keep her true strength from ever blossoming. Thankfully, she'd proven him wrong on that count, time and time again.
This time was no different. Sansa was effectively finding herself browbeaten by kindness as Daenerys effectively ran over her to bring them closer together. In short order, the two women are kneeling before him together, and Daenerys is walking a now-naked Sansa through pulling his cock out of its confines. His length, by the time it flops out, is already quite hard.
Sansa's breath hitches and her eyes go crossed trying to stare down the barrel of his pillar of cock meat. She licks her lips, even as Daenerys whispers sweet nothings in her ear, running one hand along Sansa's breasts and the other up to his cock, taking hold of it and angling it properly between them. Soon enough, the two beautiful dames are on either side of his dick as it rises to its full length, pointing out straight, throbbing and pulsating with need.
Staring into one another's eyes, the Lady of Winterfell and Mother of Dragons begin to lick and kiss at either side of his shaft, with Daenerys walking Sansa along, acting the part of the older sister-wife and helping her junior through the first steps of submission towards their would-be husband. He and Sansa weren't married yet, but at this point, given what he knew and could feel, it was clearly only a matter of time.
Jon just watches on, a hand resting on the back of either woman's head as they work over his shaft with their tongues and lips, while also kissing one another around his cockhead more than once. He doesn't take control… he lets them do as they please for now, knowing it'll be time for him to act soon enough. As he runs his fingers through their hair, Sansa begins to grow surer of herself, more certain of what she can get away with.
As such, Daenerys is caught slightly off guard when the red head suddenly reaches up and reciprocates. This entire time, Dany has been playing with Sansa's tits, massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. All of the sudden, Sansa is doing the same with Daenerys' still-heavy, milk-laden, post-pregnancy tits. As they begin to lactate, leaking milk all over Sansa's fingers, Daenerys moans into Jon's cock, her mewling cries reverberating through his shaft.
In retaliation, the Targaryen woman begins to play with Sansa's tits much more viciously as well, and soon enough the Lady of Winterfell is moaning just as wantonly along his dick. Their hot breath ghosts up and down his shaft right alongside their tongues and mouths, and in the end, Jon simply can't hold back any longer.
Groaning loudly, tilting his head back as he makes his enjoyment clear, Jon can feel his impending release… and Daenerys, who knows him so well, can as well. If she wanted to, the Mother of Dragons could have hoodwinked Sansa out of it all, because the red head is completely unaware of the eruption that's about to happen. But, rather than take it all for herself like Jon KNOWS she wants to, the gorgeous Targaryen grabs Sansa and pulls her back in front of his cock as she too moves into position.
The result is the two beautiful women on their knees before him, pressed together at the sides, their tits smooshed together, and their cheeks smooshed together as well. Realizing belatedly what's about to happen, Sansa only manages to mimic Daenerys at the last second, tilting her head back and lolling out her tongue in a mirror of what the other gorgeous woman has done.
The look of anticipation on their flushed, aroused faces is more than enough to put Jon the rest of the way over the edge, and with a loud groan, he proceeds to cum, spraying his seed all across their beautiful, pristine features. Blemish free, pale skin is suddenly coated in hot, sticky, viscous white substance as Jon lets out all over their faces.
Sansa flinches back of course, having not been expecting it, or rather, perhaps having not been expecting quite so much. But Daenerys has a firm hold of her, and after exulting in the coating of seed he's deposited on her face for a moment, the Dragon Queen turns and attacks Sansa with her mouth, licking her clean and kissing her heatedly.
While the Lady of Winterfell freezes up at first from suddenly engaging in a passionate, sloppy makeout session with another woman, she soon gets into it, and seems to be greatly enjoying herself. Meanwhile, Daenerys is still leading, still teaching, though whether Sansa realizes it or not is up in the air.
Watching the two beautiful women clean each other off with their tongues and mouths is certainly a treat though, and by the time they're finished, his cock is ready for Round Two and so is Jon. Meeting Dany's eyes for a moment, he's glad to see that she has no misconceptions about what's to happen next. In fact, she helps him get Sansa up into position, helping the Lady of Winterfell to her feet and over to her father's desk, now her desk.
Jon follows after them, even as Daenerys proceeds to bend Sansa over the desk, her breasts and face smooshed into the wooden surface, her hips lifted into the air by Daenerys' hands, and her thighs spread apart as well by the Mother of Dragons' fingers. Showing off Sansa's glistening pussy to him, Daenerys smirks.
"She's ready for you, Your Majesty. Isn't that right, my Lady?"
Looking back over her shoulder at him, Sansa looks uniquely vulnerable in that moment. Her fragility shines through the cracks in her soul, but along with that frailness comes a bright, bursting hope that only Jon's nascent godhood allows him to sense. She's so, so beautiful in this moment, so much more than the sum of her parts, so much more than just her trauma.
Trembling, Sansa bites her lower lip before ultimately nodding.
"Y-Yes. I'm ready, Your Grace…"
Taking hold of her hips from Daenerys, Jon favors Sansa with a kind, warm smile.
"I'll always be Jon to you, Sansa."
She blushes and smiles right back.
"Then please, Jon… take me."
He's inside of her a moment later, plunging into her depths and filling her with his cock. She's so damn wet, but also incredibly tight. It's been sometime since she had a man in her, and her last sexual experiences were, from what Jon understands, not of her choosing. Well, this time she's the one who initiated, she's the one who wanted this to happen.
And so, Jon fucks the Lady of Winterfell over her father's old desk and Sansa cries out, moaning as her inner walls clench around his cock, her pussy squirting along his length. She shudders and spasms, her blemish-free back muscles rippling as she takes him inside of her again and again, her ass cheeks bouncing and jiggling with each thrust.
The North will make or break you, and Sansa has certainly become quite the She Wolf in their time apart… but she's still a somewhat soft noblewoman, at least in physicality, and her body welcomes him as a noblewoman's body should welcome her King. The Lady of Winterfell takes her King's cock to the hilt, crying out and moaning wantonly all the while.
Daenerys, of course, is not to be forgotten. While his Dragon Queen was all too happy to cede the first round of actual sex to Sansa, given she could tell how badly the red head needed this, that doesn't mean Daenerys isn't going to demand some… reparations in response. Walking around to the other side of the desk, the naked, recently pregnant Targaryen gets into position… and plants a foot on the chair on that side of the desk, exposing herself to Sansa right in front of her face.
Grabbing Sansa by her long red braid, she proceeds to thrust her mound into the Lady of Winterfell's face. Sansa lets out a muffled squawk at first, but Dany just smiles as she uses her other hand to play with one of her own tits, pinching the nipple between her fingers.
"Its time for you to properly thank me for all of my help, my Lady. I'm sure you don't mind~"
Judging by the way Daenerys' face contorts in pleasure a moment later, Sansa has decided she does not in fact mind. Jon chuckles, even as Daenerys moans, clearly taken slightly aback by Sansa's sudden enthusiasm for carpet munching. For his part, he keeps fucking the Lady of Winterfell from behind. Sansa Stark deserves all that he can give her and more, and this, at least, is a good solid start.
Knowing what he knows now, would he have come back to Westeros earlier, if only to be able to ease Sansa's suffering and sense of loneliness? Unfortunately, probably not. Everything he'd done in Essos had led him to what he had now. Everything that had taken place during his time in Essos had taken place for a reason. He wouldn't be who he was, if he hadn't stayed on the other continent for as long as he did.
That didn't mean he couldn't regret what happened to Sansa in his absence. And it didn't mean he couldn't make it up to the Lady of Winterfell, for all she suffered. That started with bringing her to multiple orgasms, something Jon does as he fucks her over her father's desk to completion again and again before ever reaching his own release.
Finally, though, he thrusts forward for the first time, and cums inside of Sansa. He can tell its what she wants… its what she's wanted since she walked in on him and Jeyne Poole all those years ago. She just didn't understand then, and Jon… Jon forgives her for that. He forgave her a long time ago.
As they finish things up, there are no words spoken. There's some heavy breathing from Sansa and Daenerys both, even as they follow Jon to a bed. When the evening comes to a close with them curled into his sides, resting against him, he lets himself drift off to sleep with a smile on his face, content that his return to Westeros has gotten off to an excellent start.
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Of course, in the morning, Jon finds himself once again at a crossroads. As he, Daenerys, and Sansa get up, get dressed, and make their way to the Great Hall for breakfast, he knows he has a decision to make. As much as he might wish to… he cannot go South right now, not to any of the half dozen places he needs to eventually conquer if he's going to be King of the Seven Kingdoms.
No, the true danger is up North. He can feel that, his newly awakened divinity is pushing him in that direction, and he's fairly convinced that the threat is NOT in fact the Wildlings that now occupy the Wall. There's some truth to their claims that they're running from something, and Jon and his armies, as well as his dragons, will be needed when the time comes.
That said, that doesn't mean he needs to rush off to the Wall right away. Now that he's here, back in Winterfell after so long, Jon is feeling both nostalgic… and somewhat anxious. So many good memories here… but also so many bad ones as well. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Did he want to stay here in Winterfell for a little while long, shoring up defenses and reacquainting himself with the people of the North and the Lady of Winterfell a bit more?
Or should he head to the Wall right away, to browbeat the Wildlings into submission with his armies and dragons, and find out just what they were dealing with in the True North?
Stay or go? Stay or go…
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