Only Followers Chapter 20

See the end of the work for notes

All characters involved are over 18 years old.

---------

Slowly opening his eyes and blinking rapidly as his eyes got used to the bright sunlight coming through the large windows of his room. Jon awoke from the deep and very pleasant dream that he was having, but it only took a couple of seconds for his foggy mind to realize that he had woken up and still felt the pleasure from his dream, only much more intensely, as if it were real. Opening his eyes wide at the realization, Jon looked down and saw a shock of lush, blonde hair rising and descending from his crotch as a warm, wet sucking sensation enveloped his shaft.

"Myrcella? "What are you...? Oh, shit." Jon interrupted himself with a groan, lying back down on the bed as the eager Lannister girl sucked harder on his cock before pulling away from his length.

"Good morning, Master. Sorry to wake you, but I couldn't help but notice your morning erection and it looked so delicious that I simply couldn't resist. And if you don't mind, I'm going to take it upon myself to appease this raging boner." Myrcella said with a bright smile on her lips before diving back onto his cock.

Opening her mouth wide, her pink lips descended down his shaft, pushing the head of his cock into her throat without a single choke or gag until she reached the base.

"Holy shit!" Jon exclaimed at the way she seemed to casually swallow deep down his considerable length.

With her lips sealed tightly around his shaft, she lifted up, sucking hard and swirling her tongue around his length. She stopped rising when she had only the head of his cock in her mouth, taking a deep breath through her nose and then back down his shaft. When she had his entire length buried in her throat again, she began to move the head up and down in short, quick movements, fucking her throat with his cock.

"Fucking hell. You suck me so good, Cella." Jon said, praising her as he ran his fingers through her golden hair.

Moaning pleasantly around his girth as she heard her master's compliment. Myrcella bobbed her head up and down for several long, pleasurable seconds, worshipping his cock as only she could. Separating her mouth from his cock to take a few deep breaths as she stroked him rapidly. Once she caught her breath, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock again and pushed down on his shaft. As she fucked her own throat with his cock, Jon could feel his climax growing rapidly.

"Fuck, I want to cum in your mouth, Cella" Jon told her with a grunt.

Pulling away from his cock once more, Myrcella took a deep breath and shoved it all the way back down her throat. As she went back up and down on his cock, Jon began to thrust his hips upward, driving his cock as deep into her throat as possible.

"Make sure you swallow it all and don't leave a single drop, you slut." Jon ordered her in a heated manner.

Pushing her down on his cock as deep as possible, Jon kept her there. With a deep gasp, Jon clutched at her long hair as his hips flexed upward, finally reaching his orgasm. His cock swelled and jerked, sending long, numerous streams of hot sperm straight down her throat. After receiving several spurts of cum directly into his stomach, Jon finally relaxed his arms and let her go. Myrcella began to rise up, eliciting a groan from him as she sucked hard on his cock, trying to catch every last drop of his cum with her tongue. When he finally finished his climax, she pulled her lips away from him, keeping them sealed. Jon watched as Myrcella with her familiar smile of superiority, as her throat moved as she swallowed audibly.

With a glowing smile on her face, Myrcella began to climb up his body until she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her soft, small breasts against his hard chest as she kissed him softly. Moaning softly into his mouth, she rolled her hips teasingly, trying to revive his spent erection.

"Didn't you have enough last night? That you're so eager for more already?" Jon asked her, before spanking her hard, eliciting a muffled gasp from the brazen blonde.

"I can never get enough of you, Master. Your little pussy will always be wet and horny for the master’s cock. All you have to do is slide that thick, huge cock into any of my holes. And use me until he's satisfied" Myrcella whispered tantalizingly in his ear as she kissed and bit his neck.

No doubt looking for a reaction from him. But after staying up two nights in a row, one fucking and pleasuring Margaery Tyrell and the other educating and punishing her, he needed a break. So, grabbing the blonde by the hips, he pulled her to his side, saying.

"That's good, especially now because I'm satisfied enough. So, let's just cuddle for now."

Myrcella didn't look too happy about that, but she snuggled against him anyway, resting her head on his chest and running her nails down his abs, before saying.

"I bet that uptight bitch Margaery didn't wake you up like that. Don't you think it's wonderful that you have me all to yourself? After all what other woman would be so willing to wake you up every day using her lips."

Hearing that, Jon can't help but respond with light humour and self-confidence.

"I'm sure there would be more women than you might think who would be more than willing to do that for me. If I give them the opportunity."

Slightly annoyed by his words, but not letting herself be teased, she replied.

"But I'm sure none of those whores would be as sexy or pretty as me."

To which, after thinking about it for a few seconds, Jon replied. "Perhaps there would be a few." This time, Myrcella did get angry at hearing him, scowling at him prettily as she formed a cute pout. Jon chuckles at her expression and rubbing her cheek affectionately, he added. "But I'm sure none of those women would be such a good, horny little slut as you are."

Hearing that put a pleased smile on Myrcella's face, especially when he moved his hand from her cheek to her mouth. Instinctively, Myrcella opened her mouth, letting him insert two fingers inside her warm mouth. The kinky blonde didn't waste a second and quickly began to move her tongue around his fingers and began to suck on them, just as she would with his cock. Withdrawing his fingers, Jon watched as they were now shiny and wet with her saliva.

Running his hand down her cheek again, moistening her soft skin with her saliva and lovingly caressing her as a master would do with his pet, before complimenting her, by saying.

"Good girl."

Myrcella smiled at him, before he unexpectedly slapped her hard across the cheek, the moisture on her skin making the blow sound louder than it had been. Of course, Jon had not put any real force behind his blow, but as delicate as Myrcella was, the blow was hard enough to move her small face and begin to redden the pale skin of her cheek. Myrcella's smile abruptly disappeared and her expression looked slightly surprised and confused, Jon held her face more firmly and slowly brought it closer to his. And said to her, his voice coming out deep and dangerous.

"You're such a good girl, Cella. And I have so much fun using you, that's the only reason I've forgiven you. But don't you forget that I don't want any more tricks from now on and you will make sure you are the best girl for me and obey everything I say, and never act behind my back again, got it?"

Jon told her seriously, before returning to hit her again. Myrcella stared at him with a blank expression, anyone would have called him crazy for doing this. But at this point, he already knew the kind of woman Myrcella was and knew exactly the way he should act to keep her by his side and above all to keep her seeing him as the only one who could satisfy her and give her everything, she so desired. Even the things that the Lannister herself did not yet know she could like.

And the smile that began to form on her pretty face only ended up proving him right. Lowering his hand from her face to her delicate, slender neck, squeezing her throat lightly, Jon told her.

"I knew you'd enjoy that, my naughty little slut."

Myrcella with her mouth slightly open, a hungry smile and eyes dilated with lust, merely nodded. And her arousal only seemed to increase when he put a little force into his grip, pulling her face closer to his, Jon told her.

"Of course you enjoyed it. After all, you're a horny little slut who enjoys getting fucked while being choked. But don't be ashamed of yourself for that, kitten. I love you for that."

Using his grip on her throat, he pulled her down into a deep kiss, crashing his lips against hers. Kissing her in the most forceful way he knew of, biting her lower lip with his teeth and using his other hand to squeeze her tight ass. It wasn't long before she felt Myrcella's small, but skilled hands wrap around his cock and begin to rub it desperately, trying to harden it so he could give her what she so desperately wanted as she pleaded to him.

"Master, please. I need you; I need you to fuck my naughty little pussy with your big thick cock."

Chuckling deeply and darkly at her desperation, Jon told her.

"Oh, I know you do. But I don't plan on giving you a single orgasm until you do something for me first."

"Anything, I'll do anything master tells me to."

"Good, because I want to know what exactly happened between you and Margaery Tyrell."

Abruptly, Myrcella froze in place, her hands stopped rubbing his cock, causing it to throb angrily as it no longer received attention. But still, Myrcella didn't move and when he looked back into her eyes. He watched as all the lust seemed practically out of her eyes until it slowly, she began to form a sour, indignant grimace on her face before turning away from him and plopping down beside him. Snorting angrily and still scowling, Myrcella said to him.

"It's very rude to ask about another woman when you already have one already fully naked and ready for you, right in front of you, master."

"You can't really blame me for asking. Not after you made me witness the not so pleasant little exchange you two seemed to have right in front of me. There has to be a reason why you hate Margaery so much," Jon told her, turning to her and laying down on his side and resting his head on his arm so he could look straight at her.

"My reasons are very simple, she is a lying, backstabbing bitch, a terrible friend and a woman not worthy of your time or attention. So, it would be best if you never saw her again."

"Are you trying to tell me what to do again, Cella?" Jon asked her dangerously, raising an eyebrow slightly at her boldness.

"No, of course not." Myrcella hastened to say, before adding cautiously. "I am merely warning you to beware of Margaery Tyrell, she is not to be trusted."

"If you say that, it means there must be a reason why you don't trust her. What did she do to you to make you so angry with her? I want to know the whole story, Myrcella. And I want the truth." Jon told her, his words came out clearly as an order and his sweet, Cella wouldn't dare disobey an order. Not after all the training he'd put her through. And even though she didn't look at all pleased, Myrcella snuggled back into his side and began to tell him the story.

"I have known Margaery Tyrell for many years, the Tyrells despite not being a family that doesn't even come close to the greatness of the Lannister family, they were still a very powerful and influential family in the south. And like my family, they had many investments in Kings Landing. So, it was not at all unusual for Margaery's grandmother and my grandfather to meet regularly to discuss business deals and once these deals were completed, it was traditional for the families to meet to strengthen the ties that bound them. From the very first moment they brought me and Margaery together, everyone acted as if we were lifelong sisters. And they even tried to set up a match between me and her brother, Loras Tyrell. An idea that at first, I liked quite a bit, as Margaery's brother was possibly the prettiest boy I had ever seen and I have always liked pretty things. It was a disappointment to learn later that Loras preferred male companionship over the female. I was really a very naive girl back then, always looking for pretty, effeminate boys when all this time what I had always needed was a man. A very strong, masculine man who could take care of me and hold me, and above all who could satisfy all my needs."

Myrcella finished saying that part very happily as she hugged him tighter and hid her face in the hollow of his neck, beginning to kiss and bite him.

"Myrcella, don't get distracted." Jon told her, stopping her playfulness.

With a disappointed groan, Myrcella continued.

"Even though the relationship between Loras and I didn't work out, Margaery and I did become very good friends. She was a bit older than me, so I always saw her as the big sister I never had. And even though over the years our families went our separate ways in business, we stayed very close, we told each other everything, we trusted each other completely. And as our families had wished from the day we were introduced; we became as close as sisters. I thought our friendship would last forever, but the problems started when I began my modelling career."

"I always knew I was special, different from the others, I was a Lannister, but even better, I was the daughter of Cersei Lannister. My mother was not only a successful businesswoman and head of the Lannister family after my grandfather's passing, but she was also the most beautiful woman in Westeros. It was very common to see her on the covers of fashion and current affairs magazines, she was perfect in everything she did while looking perfect. I wanted to be like her and that feeling only increased when I saw Margaery start her modelling career. How could it be any other way, she was a sensation, being a Tyrell and as incredibly beautiful as she was, her popularity skyrocketed and I couldn't wait for it to be my turn. To be able to be there with my best friend and follow in my mother's footsteps was what I always wanted."

"And sooner rather than later, my moment finally came. And it was perfect, I was perfect. People fell in love with me the moment they laid their eyes on me, it was natural after all, I inherited all my mother's beauty. It didn't take long for my angelic and beautiful face to be on all the covers of the most important beauty and fashion magazines. All the major clothing brands wanted me to model wearing their outfits, it was everything I had always dreamed of. My mother was proud of me, although she said it was something to be expected. After all, I was a Lannister and her daughter. I expected to receive the same treatment from the woman who was my best friend for so many years, but when I met Margaery again, she didn't seem so happy to see my success and that's when she showed her true colours. Being completely jealous of my success and my new lifestyle, she criticized everything I did and even criticized my new friends I had made. Fortunately, it was thanks to them and my mother that I was able to realize what kind of woman Margaery Tyrell really was. So, I decided to cut her out of my life, but as jealousy got the better of her, in a last attempt to hurt me, she went to the media and made-up horrible lies about me."

Jon interrupted her to ask. "Are you sure that was Margaery?"

"Who else could it have been, if not her? She was the only one who held a grudge against me for removing her from my life. And it was also because of that my image was badly damaged and I had to stay away from the catwalks for a while. Fortunately, that gave me the opportunity to get to know the OF platform and especially, it gave me the opportunity to get to know you. And now that I have you, I don't care that my modelling career may be practically over. I only need you, as only you can make my new dream come true."

Jon knew he shouldn't ask, but he couldn't help himself anyway.

"And what is your new dream now, Myrcella?"

"A family, a big family." Myrcella declared with a glowing smile, before happily hugging him again as she kicked her feet happily.

Jon left her in her world of fantasy and happiness as he delved into his thoughts and analysed the little story Myrcella had just told him. He was sure that she had told him the whole truth, as he really doubted that she was capable of lying to him at this point. That was why he was still intrigued that her story seemed incomplete and really, without much sense. Margaery might be many things, but petty and envious, he did not get the impression that she seemed like that kind of woman, at all. He would even go so far as to dare to say that she seemed like a very refined woman for that kind of behaviour, but he needed to talk to her and know her side of the story anyway, if he really wanted to understand the whole situation in depth.

Although there was also another option, which was simply to walk away from both women. Margaery really could be everything Myrcella said she was, and as beautiful as the Tyrell was, it wouldn't be worth getting involved with such a woman. He already had more than enough women with whom he could spend a good deal of time, and besides, the obsession Myrcella was developing towards him was growing to slightly worrying levels.

At least enough for Jon not to dare to be honest with her about the fact that he had no intention of starting a family, at least not anytime soon. Since it would be stupid to retire when he was on his prime, the most influential and beautiful women in Westeros were eagerly seeking his attention. He was literally building an empire based on fucking the sexiest and most popular women on the continent, he couldn't give all that up in exchange of starting a family. Maybe he could focus on that in a couple of years, but definitely not now.

And he really doubted he could do that with a woman like Myrcella. Yeah, he very well liked the pretty blonde and loved how insanely kinky she was and how willing she was for him. But she did not give the vibes or qualities to be the best woman with whom to form a family, because when he thought of a family, another kind of woman came to his mind or more specifically, another woman.

A much more mature woman, softer and homely, warm and kind. Wide-hipped so that she could give him many children that he could nurture and care for. And of course, big tits so she could feed them. Jon could clearly see the woman he imagined, he could remember every part of her, from her loving purple eyes, her sweet smile and....

Unfortunately, Jon was pulled out of those pleasant memories when he heard Myrcella's shrill voice speak to him as she tapped him lightly on the ribs, trying to get his attention.

"Master, are you listening to anything I'm telling you?"

With an annoyed sigh, Jon answered her nonchalantly. "No, I was thinking about another woman." Earning a light jab in the ribs, which this time he decided to let pass and just chuckled amusedly before asking Myrcella as he scratched her head. "What were you telling me, my pet?"

"My mother, she asked me about you." She said, drawing his full attention.

"What did she say?" Jon asked her, slightly concerned.

"She just wanted to know if I had gotten back together with you. Of course, I lied, told her I hadn't seen you again after that last time we met."

"I'm grateful you decided to lie for me, Cella." Jon told her, not sounding at all relieved. Myrcella didn't seem to notice this, though.

Honestly, Jon didn't know how to feel about Myrcella's mother. Part of him wanted to see the fearsome and seductive lioness again and get the chance to 'play' with her again, but another part of him warned him that Cersei Lannister was not a woman to play with.

Though that only made it more tempting for him, if he was being honest.

Coming back to the present when he felt Myrcella's weight on him again, the pretty blonde leaned over him and speaking in a seductive purr, she said.

"Now that I've told you all you wanted to know, master. Can we play now?"

Lying on top of him, Myrcella began to play with his nipples, kissing and licking one while squeezing the other, eliciting a deep growl from him. Jon was about to give in to the seductive and provocative Lannister, but before he could throw himself at her and ravish her, he heard the notification alarm on his phone. Usually, he would ignore it in favour of the naked woman in his bed, but the sound of the notification indicated that it was the OF app and he only had notifications turned on to receive messages from certain people.

So, deciding to ignore Myrcella for the moment, he reached out and grabbed his phone. Unlocking the screen, he saw that the message was actually from a very interesting person, Catelyn Tully. The delicious busty redhead from the north, Jon knew that sooner or later the exuberant Tully woman would end up reaching out to him. It was an easy assumption to make with the recent change in her content to a much more explicit one and her growing popularity. If she really wanted to take the next step, he knew that sooner or later she would end up inviting him to do a collaboration alongside her.

"Maester, you're ignoring me again." He heard Myrcella say, drawing his attention to her.

Slapping her hard on the butt and eliciting a loud squeal from her, Jon told her.

"Go and draw a bath for both of us, I'll catch up with you in a moment."

"But..." The pretty blonde wanted to protest, but the look he gave her was enough to let her know it was best not to disobey him.

So, getting off the bed, she went running quickly to the bathroom, Jon enjoyed watching her perky little ass until she disappeared behind the bathroom door. Refocusing on what was important, Jon began to write his response. Which was a resounding, 'yes'. There was no way he was going to turn down Catelyn fucking Tully.

A busty redhead eager to be fucked in exchange for visits to her OF? Those were his favourite kind.

Putting the phone aside, Jon got out of bed with a smile as he headed for the bathroom. It looked like he could get away from the dramas of the capital for a while and could return to the tranquillity of the North and what better way than to do it when he had a Tully to keep him company.

---------

Well we are heading north, new characters will make their appearances. I know many expect to see the Targaryen or the other southern girls, but that's the price of having a fic with many girls. The Targaryen are being protagonists in other fics, I hope that serves as a consolation. As for the polls, it looks like the next update will be The Restoration of House Targaryen. See you soon with a new update, until then.