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The Tales of the White Wolf and his Queens Chapter 14

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Jon flew over Castle Black with Rhaenys after his triumphant victory over the Wildlings. The battle, if it could even be called that. It had been decided long before it could begin. The moment the poor bastards saw the giant creature hovering over them, they threw down their weapons and took the smarter option and began to run with desperation and a lot of clumsiness. Jon knew that the image of the dragon imprinted in their heads would be more than enough to stop them from marching south again, but just to make sure. He decided to follow the stragglers and let Meraxes unleash her incandescent flames on them, turning them to dust right before the eyes of their allies. Hopefully he had also killed The King beyond The Wall, but if he hadn't. Jon truly doubted they would follow him after this.

"Can we go back now? I'm freezing to death here." Rhaenys said as she huddled protectively under his cloak.

Smiling amusedly, Jon told her.

“You didn't seem to complain about the cold last night.”

Blushing embarrassedly, the Targaryen princess told him petulantly.

"Don't get the wrong idea, you Northern fool. That was just me, using you, nothing more. And besides, it won't happen again, ever."

“Sure, whatever you say, princess.” Jon replied, not believing the young blonde at all. “I just have to brief the Lord Commander on how the battle went and we can go home.”

“Finally.” Rhaenys told him, accepting in a roundabout way that from now on, Winterfell was to be her new home.

Descending from the dragon, Jon made his way inside Castle Black, on his way to meet the Lord Commander, he decided to check on how his guest whom he had left behind was doing. Since he had left Ghost behind as well and had tasked him to keep an eye on Visenya, all he had to do was to go into his wolf's mind and see his memories. As he guessed, the woman's rebellious and defiant attitude hadn't changed one bit, and even though she was still in chains she tried to fight off the guards. She also refused to eat or drink anything that was offered to her. No doubt he would have his work cut out dealing with her when he returned to Winterfell.

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“Do you happen to have any suggestions on what would be the best way for me to approach your sister?” Jon finds himself asking Rhaenys as they flew back to Winterfell.

Upon hearing his question, Rhaenys lets out a loud snort, followed by a derisive laugh before finally answering him.

"You're either very foolish or very mad if you really think you can tame Visenya. And that's obviating the fact that she hates you deeply for defeating and humiliating her."

"I'm sure there must be a way to get through to her. Or at least make her more ‘cooperative’." Jon tried again, still hopeful.

"Visenya has had a crown on her head from the moment she learned to walk. Besides the fact that she is also a proud warrior, she wouldn't even listen to Aegon. She would never kowtow to any other man, much less you."

Tired of her taunts, Jon shot back.

"But I did get you to ‘bend’ and ‘kneel’ before me. I'm sure I have a chance with your sister."

"Shut up, I told you that wouldn't happen again. Besides, Visenya and I are very different. From our tastes, character, thinking and the way we handle things."

"So, tell me. What kind of person is your sister? There has to be more to her than a Queen and a warrior." Jon asked curiously to which Rhaenys looked up at him curiously before answering.

“This is the first time a man has asked me about my sister when they have me.”

“Jealous?” This time, it was he who teased her. But Rhaenys ignored him to tell him a little more about her sister.

"Visenya is a very tough and honorable woman. Even if she didn't prove it in your duel against her. But I'm sure she only did it because the most important thing to her was at stake."

“Which is?” Jon asked.

"House Targaryen, my sister values our family's legacy above all things. People say Aegon chose me out of love and Visenya out of duty, but believe me the same can be said for her part. Visenya does not love Aegon, much less show any desire to marry him, but she does so because it is her duty and she knows it is best for our House. Besides the fact that she would also consider it an incredibly unpleasant thing to have to marry another man of a lesser House."

“So, she's practically an extremely proud woman and obsessed with the legacy of her House.” Jon concluded. “I think I can work with that.”

“What do you plan to do?” Rhaenys asked him.

"Play on her pride and threaten the legacy of your House. And you'll help me do it."

"What?! Absolutely not!" She complained. To which he only responded with a laugh.

"Oh, you will. Even if you don't want to."

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Landing in Winterfell, Jon as usual helped her dismount even though she didn't really need his help, but he didn't seem to waste an opportunity to grope her. But as opposed to letting her go as he usually did; this time he took her by the hand and led her inside.

"Hey wait. Where are we going?" she yelled at him, at his audacity to think he could handle her any way he wanted. But her struggle was futile and she simply decided to let herself go.

Apparently, their destination was their chambers, and when they reached them, Jon quickly pushed her inside.

“Hey, I told you to wait.” Rhaenys tried to say again, but was quickly cut off when Jon sealed his lips against hers. The Targaryen let out a shocked gasp, but as the seconds ticked by, she let herself fall into the kiss and began to kiss him back as she wrapped her arms around his shoulder. But she quickly pulled away from him when she unexpectedly heard her sister's voice say.

“It only took you a day to spread your legs for that filthy Northerner?”

Rhaenys turned toward the female voice and could see Visenya bound in chains to the wall. Jon had definitely planned this and she had to be angry with him, but her sister's words were what upset her the most.

“I didn't spread my legs for anyone.”

“You stink like a wet dog, Rhaenys.” Was what Visenya replied to her.

“At least I'm not the one in chains.” Rhaenys shouted back.

“I'd rather be in chains than be the breeding whore of a dirty Stark dog.”

Rhaenys was furious, but Jon stopped any action she might take against her sister by holding her by the shoulder and him stepping forward and being the one to speak to Visenya.

"You should be more understanding and kind to your sister. After all, you will share the same fate as her."

Visenya spits upon hearing his words, saying seriously.

“I would never be as weak as my sister to have to become your whore.”

Approaching her, Jon kneels down in front of her and replies as he reminds her of her situation.

"You were weak enough to be my prisoner. If I wanted to, I could take you the same way I did your sister and there would be nothing you could do about it."

Raising her face close to his, the Targaryen woman says to him.

"Go ahead, I dare you and I promise you I'll burn this place to the ground. I'd rather die than be your slave."

Perhaps he really should kill her and keep only Rhaenys. After all, she was much prettier and easier to handle than her sister. Who could perhaps be too dangerous. But he still couldn't give up on her.

"You know it's funny that you Targaryen are such jealous creatures by nature. But maybe I can't blame you too much for that. After all, it must be hard for you that all the time everyone chooses your sister over you. Even your own brother. Is that the reason you decided to become a warrior? Because deep down you knew you could never compete against Rhaenys as a woman? But still, you failed. No matter how strong or skilled you become, you can never surpass me."

Completely furious and enraged to hear him say those words, Visenya tried to throw herself at him, but was stopped by the chains. Her face was only a few inches away from his.

“If it weren't for these chains, I would kill you where you stand.” She said menacingly.

"But you already had your chance and you failed, very epically if I must remind you. You weren't really a challenge." Jon told her condescendingly.

"You just got lucky, I wasn't prepared and I was the one who underestimated you. That's the only reason I lost. Any other time I'd kick your ass." Visenya shouted back, blindly believing her own words.

"I bet you'd like another chance. But why should I give it to you? You're already my prisoner, and you haven't been a very cooperative one if I have anything to say about it."

“You're a coward, because you won't admit you're afraid I'll defeat you.” Visenya told him defiantly, truly believing she could make him fall into her trap. But what she didn't know was that she was the one who was about to be tricked.

“Me? Afraid of you?” Jon said with a laugh. "It took me less than thirty seconds to disarm you and throw you to the ground, princess. You never stood a chance. But if you really think you can defeat me if I face you again. I would be more than happy to show you how wrong you are." Visenya smiled triumphantly at that, but her smile faltered when she heard the following. "But since you are already my prisoner and have nothing to offer me. I will only accept your challenge on the condition that you will accept a request from me if I defeat you. In return if you defeat me, you are free to kill me. And with that you will earn your freedom, you can take your sister and leave Winterfell or burn it to the ground. Whatever you decide. So, what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

Visenya looked clearly undecided about whether to accept, she knew exactly what this filthy, perverted Northerner would ask of her. And she simply could not tolerate the idea of giving herself to a man like him. Easily reading what was going through the Targaryen woman's little mind, Jon culminated his plan by teasing and pressuring her using her own words.

"What is the matter, Targaryen? Who is the fearful and cowardly one now? Where did all the confidence you showed a few minutes ago go? Are you going to go back on your word and admit that a woman like you could never defeat a man like me?"

With her fire rekindled, Visenya said wrathfully.

"I accept your challenge, Stark. You will die this very day."

Smiling triumphantly, Jon stood up and said.

"I guess we'll find out, Targaryen. I hope this time you at least last longer than thirty seconds."

Starting to leave and leaving he ordered the guards guarding the door to release her and escort her out, Rhaenys asked him.

“What was that all about?”

“You'll see.”

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Visenya was escorted out by the same guards that had chained her in their King's chamber. She waited for them to remove the chains and did not hesitate to kick one in the crotch and punch the other in the nose, a smirk gracing her face as she felt the bone break against her fist. A third guard threw her Valyrian sword, ‘Dark Sister’, at her. Too afraid to get close to her, especially if she had a sword in hand.

"You know, if you keep brutalizing my guards like that. They'll start to fear you more than me."

“No one will fear you once you're dead.” Visenya shot back, quickly getting into a fighting stance. “You were a fool to give me this opportunity.”

Jon shrugged his shoulders completely unconcerned at her empty threats. “Well, the rules are simple...”

Jon tried to speak, but was interrupted as the Targaryen began to charge at him with a scream. Letting out a sigh, Jon braced himself for the attack, finding that her strikes were much weaker than the first time they had faced each other. No doubt it was really disappointing, especially when each blow after the other came with less force and speed. Jon decided not to prolong this confrontation any longer than necessary and deflecting her attack, Jon punched her hard in the pit of the stomach, making her fall down and start writhing on the ground painfully. Kicking her sword away, Jon knelt down beside her and said.

"Uhm, that was really disappointing Targaryen. But a deal's a deal, right? I guess now I have the right to claim my prize."

Despite her defeat, Visenya was still defiant and said to him.

"Try your best, I will never submit to you. You are just an underdeveloped brute; your pathetic seed will never take form in me."

"You know you would have had a better chance of winning if you hadn't been so fucking stubborn and proud and simply taken the food and water I offered you. But you decided to starve for 3 days and put on this pathetic and pitiful show."

"Shut up! I don't have to listen to anything you have to say!" Visenya shouted back.

"But you do have to listen to me. After all, that was our agreement or do you intend to break your word again, Targaryen?"

Visenya looked at him with unbelievable hatred in her eyes, but answered him anyway.

“I accept the challenge and I will keep my end of the bargain.”

"Good, because my request is that from now on you stop refusing the meals we offer you. In return I will accept a new challenge again and I will also stop putting you in chains. I'm not saying that you will stop being a prisoner or that you will be able to walk freely around the castle, that will depend on how well you behave from now on." Jon finished by saying as he stood up and began to walk away.

Visenya was completely petrified in place as she heard him say that, she thought the bastard would force himself on her the same way he did with her sister.

Did he really have no real interest in her since he already had Rhaenys? That somehow angered her even more.

The guards again approached her to escort her, this time they took her to a different room and as the bastard Stark had promised, they did not put her in chains again. Arriving at her room she found a banquet waiting for her, her guards left her alone and she wasted not a moment to begin wolfing down the food. But even as she ate her thoughts could hardly stray from the King of the North. Visenya didn't know what it was, but she was sure he was up to something.

Or did he just think he could win her over with a little food? Maybe he really is as dumb as she thought.

Satisfied after eating, Visenya dared to open the door, finding it to be unlocked. There were probably guards outside, but there was no harm in trying, finding no guards outside. Well, no human one at least. The one guarding her door was none other than the giant Stark's wolf, angered at the sight of him, Visenya quickly closed the door again. Late into the night, she continued to think about Jon Stark, but unexpectedly her thoughts were interrupted when she heard loud gasps and moans coming from the next room. What made it worse was that she recognized the female voice as her sister's and it all got worse when she heard her scream.

"Fuck! Fuck me hard, Jon! Break this tight little Valyrian pussy with your huge northern cock."

Visenya rolled her eyes and tried to muffle her sister's loud screams by covering herself with her pillow. In the end she decided that Jon Stark was simply a bastard who was trying to get into her pants, so there was no point in thinking about him anymore. She just had to focus on defeating him. All she had to do was kill him, once and for all.

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The next day, Visenya wasted no time and again challenged Jon to a duel. This time she decided to take another approach and instead of swords, she chose blades as weapons. Visenya decided to be smarter and use her advantages to the fullest, she was faster and more agile than he was. Besides, being so tall, he would have a much harder time dodging her attacks. But although her plan was good, she failed again and could not land any strike on the Northern monarch. Again, she found herself defeated on the ground, disarmed and humiliated.

"I must admit that was a good strategy. No doubt your size and speed would have given you an advantage over any other man, but you're not fighting a regular man. Besides you foolishly thought that my size would be a disadvantage to me when in fact, it is a great virtue to have long arms."

“Shut up, and tell me what you want at once.” Visenya said annoyingly.

" So bossy, but okay. If you want to fulfill my wishes so badly that's fine by me. And this time I'm going to ask for something I've wanted to do for a while now. I want you to give me a kiss."

“What?!” Visenya shouted back.

"You heard me, it's something I've wanted to do ever since you started insulting me. I just want to taste those lips." Jon told her as he grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet and pressed her against him.

“Wait, you're going to do it here?”

“Are you getting coy with me, Targaryen?” Jon teased her. “Fine, have it your way.”

Just as he had done with her sister, he began to drag her into the castle. But instead of leading them toward his chamber, he led her to hers. Once inside, he again pressed her against him, wrapping his hands around her waist.

"Wait, wait. Just give me a little time, okay?"

"It's just a kiss, Targaryen. What you've never kissed anyone before?" Jon said amusedly, but her deep blush told him all he wanted to know. “Really?”

"I'm not a married woman. Why would I have to be snogging with any other man?"

“Then let me show you.” Jon told her taking her face with one hand and beginning to slowly bring his lips to hers. Slowly their faces drew closer until their lips met in an awkward, but passionate kiss.

As the kiss deepened, Visenya began to stir against him, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. At the same time, she felt Jon's hands move from her hips to her breasts. Carefully, Jon began to caress the large, soft orbs slowly. Feeling Visenya moan into his mouth as he gave her a firm squeeze, her fingers tightened their grip on his curly hair.

After several seconds they finally broke apart, Visenya was very embarrassed and decided not to say any words. And Jon knew it was not wise to tease her at that moment. So, resting his forehead on hers, he said.

"I trust you're not going to give up on your attempts to assassinate me. So, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow in the courtyard, Senya."

Visenya looked up at him, but the King of the North only took the moment to give her a final peck on the lips before rushing out of the room. Leaving a very flushed and embarrassed warrior Queen.

I'm definitely going to kill him.

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In their next confrontation, Visenya chose the spear as her weapon. It was the second weapon she was most proficient with, and one which allowed her to be in the same range as him. No matter how long his arms were. She just needed to run her weapon through him and she could be free and forget about all the humiliation this man had put her through. She really was confident that this time, she would be victorious.

But once again, Jon surprised her. Proving that despite being an incredibly tall man built with so much muscle, he was also extremely agile and quick. Even more so than her, he danced gracefully around her, as if he were simply toying with her. She was so carried away by the anger she felt towards him that she neglected her defense and it only took a blow to her legs for him to knock her down again and him to stand on top of her.

"You are a good fighter, Senya. You really are, but no matter how strong or skilled you are, you will never beat me. A strong man will always be superior to a strong woman. You are doomed to lose. The gods have determined it so."

"Fuck you, you and your damned gods. I am a dragon; I do not believe in or follow any gods. I will not give up; I will overcome you." She shouted furiously and determinedly. “And stop calling me that!”

"You are more than welcome to keep trying. As long as I'm still able to claim my prize after defeating you." Jon told her with a contented smile.

"What? You want to kiss me again Stark? I can't promise you that I won't bite this time." Visenya said defiantly.

"No, this time. I want something different, and I have a feeling you're going to enjoy it as much as I do, if not more."

"Oh, I doubt that very much. A man like you could never bring me pleasure."

Jon only answered her statement with an excited, confident smile.

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Visenya couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips when she felt Jon's huge, masculine hands play with her breasts, teasing her hard nipples. But it was Jon who stifled her moans as he leaned forward and captured her lips in a hungry kiss, she was sitting on top of him. She could feel his growing erection push against her round ass through her pants and wet panties.

Pulling away from her mouth, he lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed, lying on top of her, crushing her with his massive weight before picking up where he left off. Jon slid his lips down her chin and neck causing Visenya to moan again, running her fingers through his hair as he tilted her head back. He continued his path from her collarbone to her breasts, cupping one in his hand, kissing the entire contour before taking the stiff nipple into his mouth.

“Bastard.” Visenya moaned as she arched her back, causing her huge breasts to look more tempting to him.

Kissing his way back to her lips, Jon lay on his side and slid his fingers down her toned stomach until he slipped them beneath her leather pants and small clothes. Sliding his hand under the fabric, he played with her mound before tracing the outside of her soft, moist lips. Visenya despite all her moaning shook her hips and spread her legs for him.

Jon continued to tease her for a little longer before running his fingertip between her hot, wet folds. With a gasp, Visenya jerked her hips towards his fingers. Rubbing his finger up and down between her lips to coat it with her arousal, he plunged his finger into her entrance.

"Ohh, gods. You fucking bastard, stop teasing me!" Visenya screamed as she threw her head back.

“I thought you didn't believe in gods.” Jon said smiling as he slid a second finger inside her.

Visenya closed her eyes and moaned and rolled her hips against his hand. With two fingers buried in her hot, tight depths Jon pressed his palm against her clit. Visenya writhed on the bed, eyes closed as she gasped and moaned. Suddenly Visenya tensed, her body trembling before falling into the abyss. Sinking her face into the hollow of his neck to try to stifle her moans, she clung to him as her hips trembled hard against his hand. A cocky smile crept across Jon's face as he watched the mighty warrior Queen collapse against his chest after he had made her experience such a powerful orgasm.

Pulling his hand away from her and kissing her affectionately on the forehead, Jon pulled away from her as he put on and began to leave, but not before saying to her.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Senya. Unless you are ready to admit that I am better and stronger than you in every way and accept your feminine role once and for all. Believe me it will be the best thing for you."

This time, the Targaryen Queen did not offer any response.

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Bringing the Targaryen Queen to her knees, Jon shoved his cock straight down her throat. Visenya choked hard around his cock, raising her hands to push against his thighs, but Jon took her hands and pinned them to the wall above her head as he thrust his hips back and forth, thrusting his massive cock in and out of her spasming throat.

“Don't you think this is a more suitable position for you, Senya?” Jon said teasingly as he towered over her. "You must accept it at once, today it seemed you even lost on purpose. Desperate to have me all to yourself again?"

Today Visenya had chosen to fight with a battle axe, a terrible decision as it was more than evident that she had no training with the weapon. Besides it was a very unsuitable weapon for a woman, too big and too heavy. Jon decided not to waste time and ended the pitiful spectacle of a combat in a few seconds and then dragged the blonde to her chambers to claim his prize.

Which brought him back to the present, where he was thrusting his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside Visenya Targaryen's throat. Moaning at the pleasurable sensation of her throat spasming around his length as she tried to expel the intruder. But Jon stayed there for several seconds until Visenya began to struggle more desperately against him. Pulling his saliva covered cock out of her throat, Visenya took a deep breath and coughed as she cleared her throat.

“Open your mouth.” Jon ordered her, after giving her a few seconds to recover.

Obediently, Visenya opened her mouth and Jon went straight back to her throat. With her head and hands pinned against the wall, she was helpless as he fucked her face mercilessly. Again and again, he forced his long, thick shaft all the way down her throat, his saliva-soaked balls slapping wetly against her chin. When Jon finally gave her a breath, long thick strands of saliva dripped down his chin and his eyes filled with tears.

But in spite of that Jon showed her no mercy, holding her by her platinum hair. He fucked her throat at a hard, brutal pace, the same way he fucked her sister's pussy. Loud, wet gagging sounds filled the room as he continued to frantically thrust his hips forward. With the pace and ferocity at which he was fucking her throat, it didn't take him long to reach his climax. And with a deep grunt, Jon buried his cock as deep in her throat as possible as he cummed, thrusting her head forward and pressing her nose against his abs.

His cock flexed and pulsed as his load went straight down her throat and into her stomach. Visenya's throat continued to spasm around his shaft, milking him unwillingly.

"Oh, fucking hells, Senya. I can't wait to taste your pussy." Jon gasped as he pulled out and finally let her breathe.

Visenya quickly coughed loudly, and spewed out a large portion of his cum. Jon watched this amusedly as he pulled out and said goodbye with the same old words.

"See you tomorrow, Senya. Try to make it a challenge this time."

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"Really? A fist fight, Targaryen? You really think you can beat me in a bare-knuckle fight?" Jon said incredulously upon hearing the way Visenya planned to challenge him today.

“Just shut up and put your fists up.” Visenya said, somehow still looking defiant as she got into a fighting stance. Apparently, she had some training from her stance, but there was no way she could defeat him. So, Jon decided he would have fun with her again.

No doubt she was taking it very seriously, he even let her hit him a couple of times. There was no doubt that she hit harder than the average woman, but not hard enough to hurt him, but he made sure to dodge the blows that were aimed at his face.

"You know it looks like you really aren't even trying. Do you want a repeat of yesterday?" Jon said with a grin as he dodged a punch aimed at his chin.

“Shut up and fight!” Visenya yelled at him as she continued to attack.

“I don't have to fight to defeat you, Targaryen.” Jon told her as he stopped one of her punches and holding her by the arm pushed her hard against the ground. “Just give up, Senya and then we can go have some fun.”

"Shut up! I am a Queen, I am Visenya of House Targaryen. You are not above me; you are not stronger than me, you are not superior to me."

“Prove it then.” Jon said as he moved forward to her and removed his shirt, revealing his incredibly muscular torso. "Hit me, as hard as you can. And see if you can knock me to the floor like I did to you. Come on hit me!"

Visenya didn't hesitate and started punching him, blow after blow landed on the abdomen and chest of the King of the North. Visenya hit him with all her might, but it felt like hitting a wall, it didn't seem to move him an inch and it didn't seem to be causing him any kind of damage. On the contrary her knuckles began to hurt.

Visenya began to feel tears of helplessness begin to fall from her eyes as she saw how she could not defeat him, how Jon Stark was a mountain she could not move. Her blows began to become more clumsy and the force behind them began to diminish. Until finally she ran out of strength and fell forward, but Jon was there to hold her up.

“It's not fair.” She said disconsolately to which Jon let out a snort in response.

"Says the woman who was born in a cradle of gold, with ethereal beauty. With mastery over sword, spear and hand-to-hand combat. And let's not forget the unique ability to control a giant fire-breathing lizard."

"That is what is expected of me, I am a Queen, a warrior and a Targaryen. But what good is that if I can't defeat you." Visenya said, still leaning over him.

“Have you never heard the phrase ‘If you can't defeat them, join them’?” Jon told her as he took her face in his hands and wiped away her tears with his thumbs. "Be my Queen, stand beside me. Imagine how powerful and strong our children would be, they would be unstoppable. A perfect combination of Fire and Ice. Rule and conquer the world by my side and I promise you we will build an empire that will last a thousand years."

"I will not be your whore, I will not be your sex slave, I will not be your brood mare. I want to be your equal." Visenya demanded, her voice making it clear that those terms were non-negotiable. But Jon was more than happy to give her what she wanted.

“That's fine with me.”

“Oh, and one more thing.” She said more softly, as if nervous to utter the next words. “You have to spend the same nights with me as you did with Rhaenys.”

Laughing, Jon took her by the face and said.

"You speak as if I will have you both apart. You will both be my Queens; I will have you both every night."

Visenya let out a feminine moan combined with a sigh before jumping on him and for the first time, willingly and eagerly kissing him.

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Completely naked, Jon fell on top of Visenya as he kissed her hungrily. Throwing his hips back, he pulled back just enough for her swollen head to be trapped between her lips. He paused for a moment before slamming his hips forward, burying his length into Visenya's extremely hot and inhumanly tight depths.

“Oh, gods!” The Targaryen woman cried out arching her back.

“Damn, you're so fucking tight.” Jon growled as he began to hammer into her.

Visenya's nails dug into his shoulders as he penetrated her with long, deep thrusts. Her breasts teetered dangerously close to hitting his own face each time their hips collided. Her moans grew wildling and louder as she writhed beneath him, arching her back and bucking her hips.

As she felt her climax begin to build, Jon's thrusts became shorter and faster. Leaning over Visenya, sweat dripped down his forehead and his breath came in gasps as he drilled into her depths. She stared up at him with a burning gaze as her body reeled from his powerful thrusts.

The room filled with Visenya's moans and Jon's grunts accompanied with the wet, fleshy sound of skin slapping skin. Both fucked like animals in heat, desperate to reach their orgasm.

“Jon!” Visenya moaned.

A tremor ran through her body as she fluttered around his length. A moment later, the blonde screamed as she violently cummed. Jon grunted at the sensation of her walls clenching around his cock as a ripple of arousal escaped her. Fighting against the pressure building in his loins, Jon fucked Visenya even harder. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her eyes rolled as she arched her back.

Eventually the sensation of Visenya's Valyrian cunt were too much for him to bear and with one last deep thrust, he buried his cock in her spasming depths and cum with a grunt. Burying his face in the hollow of her neck with his muscular form pinning her athletic body to the bed, he rocked his hips as a torrent of semen flooded her womb. Stars exploded in his vision and a rushing sound filled his ears from the intensity of his climax as Visenya let out a shuddering moan, digging her nails into his back.

Neither of them moved, though they probably could not have because Visenya's powerful thighs held them in place. Instinctively the woman did not want a single drop of his seed to leave her hot, fertile pussy. But they both reacted when they heard a feminine voice speak to them from a corner of the room.

“Now who looks like a slut, dear sister?”

They both turned to see Rhaenys standing by the door with her arms crossed and giving her sister a judging and amused look.

Visenya let out a tired sigh as she hid her face with her hand, Jon and Rhaenys simply shared an amused smile at that.

He had a feeling things were only going to get a lot more fun and interesting from now on.

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Well, with that Jon conquered a new Queen. I hope you liked the chapter, we probably have one more chapter left of this story where our main character will have both Targaryen sisters at the same time. Don't forget to vote in the weekly poll and that's all for now, see you all in the next one. Until then.


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