"How did it go with Lady Stark?" Jon asked, already having an idea of how it could have ended, and from Arya's words, it made his blood boil.
Val walked up to him, her eyes sharp like a hawk, kissing him on the lips, her hand on his cock. "I don't want to talk about the Stark whore. I want you to Fuck Me," she demanded, speaking with a husky tone just behind his ear. Jon smiled, loving it when she was like this.
Jon took off his shirt before bringing Val close to him, their faces inches away from each other, and Val felt his chest while he slowly ran his fingers through her hair and placed his forehead on Val's.
She seductively winked at him and backed to the bed with Jon guiding her until he was on top of her and removed his pants.
He wriggled his legs, and his pants slid off, leaving him in his boxers. He lowered his head to Val's stomach and began kissing it while his hands snaked up to her breasts and he caressed and fondled them with his fingertips.
His kisses led up her stomach while his tongue circled her navel and ended at her neck, where he started licking her collarbone before guiding his tongue onto her nipples. Jon's tongue danced on the round orbs with his fingers brushing on them while she held him close as she sat on her butt and allowed him to balance himself on his left arm and knees and fondle her breast as it smothered against its owner's chest.
"Don't...stop...oh Jonnn!"
Val's nipples began to toughen and erect just as before as a result, and she placed her hand on the back of Jon's neck and held him to her chest as her womanhood became heavily aroused while Jon toyed with her breasts.
Val's breathing became erratic as she placed her other hand on his erection and carefully traced the curve of it with her palm. She caressed the clothing bulge with the top of her fingertips before moving her hand to the inside of the boxers and felt his length in her palm before starting to jerk him off.
In response, he slid one of his hands down Val's moist pussy where his fingers met her entrance, that was starting to soak up on the inside.
His finger started moving up and down his lover's folds, tracing them delicately and teasingly.
"FUCK YESSSSS, JONNNN!" Val moaned and continued stroking Jon's member until she pulled them down his legs, and Jon smirked at this.
A few seconds later, Jon and Val were in a strange position, with Val's ass over Jon's head and her face just over his erection. She was now fully naked, and he looked hungrily at the folds over his mouth and used his thumbs to spread the entrance of them apart so he could see the results of his teasing Val's breasts.
He spread the folds apart and looked to see the inside of Val's womanhood was overflowing with her inner juices that looked tasty to him.
"You're always wet, Val," Jon smirked
"Only for you, Jon," Val said before Jon placed the rest of his fingers on her ass and brought her lower body closer to his mouth before he started teasing the folds by licking her clit as slow as possible and he wriggled his index finger on the inside of her.
Val moaned and shook her hips together, making her entrance move as well, and Jon licked the center of her folds this time and, doing this more than once, allowed his tongue through her folds and into her warmth.
Val panted and focused on Jon's erection before gripping it and looking in amazement as she felt it from top to bottom.
"Your Cock is Beautiful," Val said lustfully before returning to stroking his length with one hand and trailing her tongue on it, beginning from the bottom while carefully toying with his ballsac by trickling it with her fingers. She dragged her tongue to the head of Jon's erection and took it in her mouth to suck on it for a moment before she twirled it on the top in circular motions.
Jon's body shivered before he concentrated on Val's pussy and licked deep into the inside of it, his tongue teasing the hot entrance, and he teased her clit at the same time with his thumb circling it like a vulture with a potential meal.
"YES!" she cried out. "IT FEELS SO GOOD!"
His tongue brushed on the inner wall, and Val rocked her body back and forward as a result while she continued jerking his manhood before she decided to use her breasts, and she sandwiched his member between her bust.
Jon felt her soft orbs of flesh on his length, and he paused licking Val's womanhood, and she chuckled before moving her breasts on his manhood, admiring how hard his erection was with each stroke before planting the top part back in her mouth again.
Jon made small thrusts into the huge cleavage that held his cock captive while focusing his tongue on Val's warmth while she sucked on him and licked his length in swirling directions. Jon's thrusts helped Val's breasts slide and down on his member while she rubbed her nipples on the veins of his erection.
The pair licked each other's lower parts and relished in the taste. Jon's other hand held Val's firm but soft ass in place as he licked into her womanhood, he then trailed his tongue around her folds, and she whimpered as she swung her ass around while sucking the cock in her mouth.
Jon moved his crotch up and down into the breasts, moaning in pure bliss, and Val let out muffled whimpers of pleasure at him licking her pussy, which was preparing itself for an orgasm along with his member that was ready for an explosive release.
"Val, I'm going to burst." Jon groaned, and Val made a sound to him to signal she was almost ready, too, and Jon smiled before licking her core again and moving his tongue all around his lover's walls while she massaged her breasts on him to jerk him off with the help of her hot saliva soaking his member.
The head of Jon's member began shaking inside her mouth, and she lightly licked the very top of it, and he licked her womanhood deeply while his tongue traced her enclosing walls.
Val's breasts rubbed on her lover's member one final time, and he groaned before releasing into her mouth seconds before she did the same to him.
The force of Jon's cum filled Val's mouth so much that she opened it up, and some of the cum she hadn't tasted poured from her lips and down his balls while he fully licked away her fluids. Some of Jon's cum shot onto Val's lower neck and trailed down to the tops of her breasts.
Val panted and fell forward onto her chest and laid on her stomach with her rear still in the air while Jon pulled himself from underneath her body and sat up behind her with his legs spread apart and gave himself a nice view of her sexy rear along with her pussy and that was the only thing keeping his member at full strength. Jon smiled and wiped his lips as he got up and gripped Val's shoulders.
"Jon?" Val said as she looked back at him, and he placed his cock between her ass cheeks and began rubbing against her rear. She moaned at the hard feeling of his manhood between her ass and balanced herself on her arms, lifting up only her upper body, and Jon smiled at this.
He dragged his member over almost her entire rear until it was right underneath her womanhood, and he slowly moved it against her folds while its head stroked her clit.
"AHHH, Yesss, Jon. PLEASE FUCK ME," The blonde wildling moaned before she backed herself on Jon's length and took it into her core, and the two moaned in pleasure as Jon put himself over Val, her back touching his chest and his arms were behind hers with her ass still in the air.
Jon let the moistness of her pussy surround his length before sending it ramming into Val, and her body followed the friction between their bodies while her ass hit his crotch repeatedly.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK...AH, YES, DON'T STOP!" She screamed in pure pleasure. Jon snaked his hands underneath Val's chest and caressed her constantly swaying breasts by squeezing them and lightly pressing his fingers into her nipples. Jon lowered his head over Val's shoulders and started kissing her cheek, his manhood rocketing into Val, making it difficult for him to kiss her lips.
Even though Val's breasts overfilled his hand, Jon was having the time of his life with them in his palm, and Val dug her fingers into the bed to hold onto.
She was controlled by his every thrust, with his member pounding into her tightening walls, and he carried on kissing his beloved woman, and she would have done the same if she could.
Jon squeezed the huge orbs in his palms, and his thumbs flicked and toyed with her rough nipples before she let her upper body fall forward by putting her hands over her lover's hands and assisting him in caressing her heaving mounds.
Val made kissing gestures at Jon, and he still kissed her cheek before he started nibbling her neck while simultaneously licking it, allowing him to leave his mark on her in the form of a blood-red hickey appearing.
She moaned from his smooth and heat-covered tongue while he focused on kissing the back of her ear while he drove his crotch forward into her rear.
Val and Jon fondled her breasts as he pounded his cock down her womanhood, which was itching to enclose him from the strong impact the member occupying it gave.
They both felt the orgasm happen inside them, with her inner muscles gripping his cock and the flesh wrapped around him and pulling on his groin, causing him to shoot a blast of semen that went deep into her body. Her upper body arched enough to turn her head to face him, thus allowing her to kiss him and explore each other's mouths while grey eyes started into pale blue eyes. Her womb filled with Jon's semen. Val prayed she would soon get pregnant and give Jon a Strong boy.
Jon backed out of Val, and he then lay behind her on his side with his left arm wrapped around her stomach and his other arm around her chest.
"Now. I understand why I allowed you to steal me," Val suddenly said teasingly, humming to herself as Jon chuckled.
"Ohh, Why? Because of my cock," Jon questioned; when Val reached his face, cupping his face, she gave him a gentle kiss.
"You might be a Targaryen, but to me, you will always be Jon," she said, her eyes looking at him with love as he did.
"And you're Val, my wildling warrior!"
Jon saw the snow and the landscape. He could see everything; his eyes saw far and wide, from Winterfell to Dorne. From Kings Landing to Braavos. From The Wall to Asshai. He could see it, beyond and further beyond, once a Great Kingdom, now only ruins, its territory spreading far and wide, enough to engulf Westeros twice. A man with a face full of laughter drank his sister's blood. His throne was made of black rock, and not even the sun's light reflected from it. His eyes turned blue, freezing, freezing. His body shuddered. He was freezing.
I'm cold, Jon thought; he was floating in the air.
The laughing man drank the blood, blowing a Horn; Jon could see it, not just the Narrow Sea, but The Summer Sea, The Sunset Sea, and The Shivering Sea; it turned Red.
The man shouted words he couldn't understand, but he understood the names.
Āanogar
Morghe
Embar hen Ānogar
Jon felt his body freeze, eyes opened underneath the sea, and he couldn't see the creature. Eyes blue like Ice, a creature of death.
Jon suddenly felt himself falling, North, North, North.
I need to fly, Jon thought, spreading his arms.
To Go North, You Must Go South, A voice spoke.
Jon saw a raven landing on his shoulder.
Bloodraven, Jon thought, the Raven stood silent.
Jon was beyond the wall, a Sea of Spikes, and skulls of the Past Dreamers, screaming, all of them screaming at Jon. I can't help them, Jon thought.
Looking South, he saw a man standing at the top of Hightower; the man had blue lips and the eyes of a madman, with arms like Dragon wings but no Dragon Blood.
Looking further South, he saw a woman with dark hair, with black eyes, wiping for her dead son, a head on her lap, hugging it.
A woman on a bed of blood, white roses all around her bed, and a man with a yellow beard kneeling in front of her bed. Promise, Promise Me, the woman with violet eyes spoke, her eyes closed, never to open.
A Snake with Dragon wings breathing Fire to a City of People, people crying and mourning. Blood and Fire.
Fire and Blood.
Father of Dragons
Father of Monsters
Jon knew he would wake up; he would wake up as soon as he hit the ground; this was just a Dream. He thought.
A Dream, We all thought, the Raven spoke.
Jon looked down, his head getting closer to a spike; he would be impaled like all the other skulls.
Do you want to be like them? The Raven asked.
Jon saw the skulls crying out, leaving horrific sounds.
No, Jon found his voice to shout.
Then close your eyes and accept your fate. The Raven said, flying away.
Jon didn't want that; he was more than them. He didn't want to be...
No, Jon screamed
.
.
.
Jon opened his eyes, and nothing but the darkness, only a bonfire.
Embers dancing across the darkness. Walking to the flames, Jon saw two men, one filling up his cup.
"My friend. What do you want to talk about?" The first asked, his face engulfed in shadows.
The other man let the liquid of the cup slide down his throat, swallowing. "We are around a Fire. How about we talk about Great Heroes?"
Accept Your Fate
Jon opened his eyes, feeling the warm body of Val; his heart felt like it would burst from his chest; he wondered how Val hadn't woken up yet. His arms pressed her closer to him, wanting to feel more of her warmth.
Jon kissed her forehead, hearing her humming in her dream.
Closing his eyes, Jon felt at peace, knowing he would soon meet them. He would soon meet her.
Rhaenys Targaryen
She felt warm, very warm; opening her eyes, she could feel him, her ears listening to his heartbeat.
"Ñuha dōna lēkia. Emā returned naejot nyke! (My sweet brother. You have returned to me!)." She spoke sweetly, kissing his lips, looking at his gray eyes with love. She didn't want to close her eyes, hugging him close, knowing she would wake up. Her brother would leave her.
"Oh, Nyke missed ao valonqar (Oh, I missed you, little brother)," Rhaenys spoke, hugging him close; she wanted to feel him as long as possible.
"Nyke missed ao tolī. Kesi aderī reunite (I missed you too. We will soon reunite)," her brother promised; his words made her heart beat faster. His lips kissed hers tenderly, full of love; she felt her heart beat faster. She never wanted to leave. She wanted to stay like this forever.
"Mandia. Nyke won't abandon ao arlī. Would iā vāedar mazverdagon ao feel sȳrkta? (Sister. I won't abandon you again. Would a Song make you feel better?)" Her little brother's voice made her heart beat faster; how much she wanted to be with him.
"Kessa. Ñuha favorite, Valonqar (Yes. My favorite, little brother)," Rhaenys said, humming. Her sweet little brother cleared his throat.
"High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones who had loved her the most
The ones who'd been gone for so very long
She couldn't remember their names
They spun her around on the damp old stones
Spun away all her sorrow and pain
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
They danced through the day
And into the night through the snow that swept through the hall
From winter to summer, then winter again
Til the walls did crumble and fall
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
High in the halls of the kings who are gone
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
And the ones
Who had loved her the most,"
Crow's Eye
Now the ship sat anchored in the brackish water, as dead as these forsaken shores. If he and his crew died here, by the hands of some unseen power, the ship would stand a sentinel to the fact that he had braved the haunted islands. After all, death wasn't something to fear – all men met him at some point in their lives, and some were even fortunate enough to tell their tales.
The boat bumped to a stop, jarring The Captain forward hard enough that he had to brace one boot against the bow, glaring over his shoulder at the oarsman behind him. Grabbing one of his men by the scruff of the back of the shirt, he forced him out of the boat and watched as his feet sunk mid-calf into the thick swamp. He scowled and motioned for the rest of the crew to follow forward until they reached solid land beyond. Only then did he follow, the mud sucking at his boots as he waded towards the shore. When the swamp gave way, it tapered gently to a black rock shore, the stone nearly as fine as sand, glistening fragments of obsidian glass. Strewn here and there were larger chunks, big enough to fashion into rudimentary weapons, and Euron called to a few of the men lingering back on the shore to gather these rocks and divide them evenly between the boats to haul back.
He pressed onward with those brave enough to join him, a shrunken, bald old man lingering close to his side. He was a relatively new acquisition to the crew and one that Euron hadn't silenced just yet, only because his words were more valuable than the lack of them. Sand stuck to the soles of his boots, crunching as he moved, though he had no sense of being particularly weighed down by it. In the distance, the ruins of the once great city jut from the ground like the bones of an enormous, ancient animal, twisted and harsh. The obsidian coated the spikes of former towers, rising like knives towards the sky, and what was left of the rest of the city seemed to have melted into the ground.
Euron placed a hand on the hilt of his sword and forged forward towards the ruins, leaving the man lingering behind him for a beat. The hike was long and cruel, and the closer he got to the city, the stronger the smell of salt and brimstone became, sticking in the back of his throat. The smell alone, like death, was enough to drive most would-be explorers from the island, but like the sight of fire-forged glass, it was nothing that Euron hadn't experienced before and it wasn't something he'd be so foolish as to blame on dragons.
When they finally reached the edge of the city, where once a wall stood grand, Euron waved for his men to follow. The ones who had been brave enough to come this far – and the ones who didn't he would have killed before they made dock next – fell into rank behind him and followed through the rubble towards the smoking center of the city. Eons later and the place still burned. The grotesque smell of rotting didn't let up either and Euron finally had to press the edge of his cloak over his mouth – blood and sweat were far preferable to thick, rank air. The temperature rose as well, until sweat slicked their skin and their eyes watered from the fumes coming from the vast, gaping hole right where the palace must have one sat.
Euron smirked. He Found it...