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Seeds of the Northern Kingdom	By : Sigil_of_House_Throckmorton Category: A through F > A Song of Ice and Fire Views: 99145 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter List
- 1-Val
- 2-Alys
- 3-Lyanna
- 4-Meera
- 5-Wynafryd
- 6-Wylla
- 7-Sansa
- 8-Arya
- 9-Epilogue: Daenerys
- 10-Omake: Dany
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Two queens and a king sat outside under the clear, deep black summer sky, surrounded by scarred but ancient sentinels, oaks, and ironwoods. The moon, round and pregnant with light, shined through lofty branches to illuminate the copse sheltering them from the brisk northern winds. Torches were nearby, but they were snuffed and unneeded on a night such as this.

This section of the godswood was more garden than sanctuary, uncultivated but verdant nonetheless. Spongey moss grew along the forest floor, thick enough to satisfy even the delicate derriere of the dragon queen. It was her third night at Winterfell, the last before she would return to the south once more.

The lords and ladies of the North, after the initial panic and clamor had worn off, had accepted Dany into the first summer court, although begrudgingly. Her relationship with Jon was kept a secret… for the better part the first morning after her arrival, until she lambasted grumpy Lord Grandison for insulting her nephew during a court dispute. The ensuing political fallout had taken the rest of the day to sort out, only subsiding when Sam proposed a Great Charter for the lords to impose certain limitations on their king.

His Maester’s chain clinked about his neck as his writing arm scratched out drafts and revisions, until finally a usable wording was agreed upon. The charter bound Jon Stark, and his heirs, to his current lands and castles, and made official the long understood duties a king was expected by his lords and vice versa, with specified penalties designated if either lord or king failed to uphold their promises. Among other things, he was forbidden from laying claim to the name Targaryen, despite his ancestry, and he formally abdicated whatever lands or titles might have rightfully come to him through that name. Due to these stipulations, Dany ended up signing the documents as a witness as well. Sam labored through the night ensuring that each major house would get a copy to keep as a reference.

Jon hoped that observing the process of peaceful, albeit rambunctious, discussion and deliberation would give his aunt a goal to which she could aspire. It would be easier for his lords than hers, he knew, as his were all still freshly bound with the loyalty that only comes after spilling blood together in battle and overcoming impossible odds. The south was not so knit. And yet, the threat of dragons was once enough to unite six separate kingdoms under Aegon; a smaller, fractured kingdom seemed surprisingly workable by comparison.

One thing Jon realized was that, despite the mad gleam that occasionally graced her eyes, Dany was actually quite smart. She was multilingual and picked up smatterings of old tongue quite quickly. She exuded charisma, able to make even the most obstinate of lords come to her side in debate if she put in the effort. Her natural beauty certainly helped.

Dany had the type of face that would drive men mad if they looked too long at it. Perfectly symmetrical in every way, with dainty elfin features that made her appear almost inhuman, or too perfectly human to comprehend. She sometimes wore bells tied into her hair, too many to count, and gave only secret smiles when asked why. She was short, almost two heads shorter than Jon, but her features fit her body well and the grace of her movements only accentuated them further.

And now Jon sat with her in a quite grove of the godswood of Winterfell, accompanied by Val with all of her far northern charms. Her features were bolder and stronger, and gorgeous in their own way, but it was still apparent why men far and wide named Daenerys Targaryen the most beautiful woman in the known world.

The three lounged amongst the mossy floor, lightly dressed for the warm summer night. Val wore a single layered woolen tunic and breeches with a short sheepskin cloak, seasonably dressed for one of the relatively short Northern days. Jon mirrored her, although he preferred linen after having spent the last six years wearing nothing but wool. Dany was the odd one out, having discarded her horsehair vest and riding leathers in favor of a gauzy contraption the he imagined would be most commonly found on the streets of Lys, if not in their pillow houses. The moonlight reflected off the tanned skin underneath, although extra folds in strategic places preserved her modesty well enough. Like always, across her shoulders was the smothering pelt of the hrakkar, which he now knew to be her most treasured gift from her first husband.

Though he had never truly spared his aunt any thought at all before she had announced herself on dragon back demanding his head, Jon realized that he would indeed feel sad to see her go. He shared so many features and mannerisms with her, things he had never paid mind to about himself until he saw them mirrored in Dany. The shape of his nose, the quirk of his brow when flustered, all sorts of things the Starks had once attributed to some secret mother. All actually Targaryen features all but masked in a Stark face. It felt like he was finally able to connect with his heritage in a real, tangible way.

An old Dornish sour red wine had been decanted some time ago, having survived two sacks and a winter hidden behind a box of old tapestries. With summer just in bloom, there would not be more fine wine this far north for quite some time, but it seemed prudent to open a special treat given the circumstances. It was also Dany’s first time drinking such a vintage, which surprised Jon when considering someone who had seen so much of the world. Apparently Cersei Lannister had cleaned out the Red Keep’s supply by the time Daenerys had finally gotten around to sacking it.

Jon found himself pleasantly tipsy, and while Val had held herself back Dany seemed to be quite drunk. He remained the quiet observer, watching his wife and the dragon queen banter in High Valyrian. They had become fast friends, despite the initial hostilities. He could make out perhaps one word in ten, although his ears did perk up when the conversation dissolved into giggling.

“And what, pray tell, is so funny?” he asked.

“Your wife has just explained to me how exactly it was that you fathered five noble heirs in less than one year,” Dany said with a knowing smirk, “and yet stayed in her good graces.”

He could feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment, but he would not be goaded into saying something brash.

“I wouldn’t say good graces, necessarily. In fact, I took the whole thing rather too far,” he admitted. He sipped his wine once more. “One woman is quite enough for me, I’ve realized that now.”

“That is a shame, Jon,” Val said. “I was just going to offer our guest a chance to have her way with you here and now… but I shan’t force you if you don’t want to get fucked by another queen.”

Jon sat his goblet down on a nearby rock. This matter deserved serious contemplation.

His first thought, that this was some sort of test of his loyalty, was quickly disregarded. Val had made it known that she did want to invite other women to bed him, eventually, and that she would be the one to decide both the woman and the time. Her offer was genuine.

The second decision was simple. Do I want to fuck Dany? He looked at her briefly, and observed moonbeams just barely highlight her small nipples through her foreign dress. He chided himself for even asking so obvious a question.

It was the final choice before him that haunted his thinking. Would it truly be worth it, to give himself to someone besides Val again? Would he be able to control himself, or would he once again betray the woman he truly loved?

“Please Jon… Targaryens are supposed to marry within their family, and you are all the family I have left,” Dany said from across the glade.

And just like that, the decision was made. It could not be often that a man would be courted by not one willing woman, but two simultaneously. Despite all of his angst, he knew that if he declined this offer, nothing like it would ever come again.

“Here?” Jon asked. “Now?”

“Yes, here. I do not think I can tolerate this garment another instant,” Dany said. She arched her back as she stood from the springy moss, pulling the clothing in question tight against her unbound breasts. Jon could feel his cock pulse with the first stirrings of arousal at the sight.

He stood up as well to begin the process of divesting himself, but found his progress halted by a pale hand with a strong grip.

“No, Jon,” Val said, pulling his hand away from the ties of his tunic. She spoke quietly, and although Dany could likely hear the words she politely ignored them. “I meant exactly what I said. She will be fucking you. If you move as much as a finger without my permission, this all stops.”

She likely looked relaxed and confident to Dany, but Jon knew that she was still frightened of what she was unleashing. He also understood the implied threat. Not only would his evening with Dany come to an abrupt end, his bed would likely remain cold indefinitely if he disobeyed. Or worse, she might simply leave. She commanded her own respect among many of the guards and the Free Folk that had settled around Winterfell, and Jon doubted he would be able to stop her without violence if she chose to wander. If she wished to be gone, she would be.

“Not a finger, princess,” Jon said.

Val beamed at him, and worked quickly to loosen his ties. Soon enough, he found himself stripped and naked surrounded by primordial forest and standing within arm’s reach of a beauty that had inspired songs. His erection bounced in time with his heart beat, but the rest of his body remained still.

“He is yours”, Val said in High Valyrian.

Dany smirked and began to pace around him clad only in her smallclothes, appraising his body. Her silver hair floated behind her in the moonlight, refracting it around her tan skin and petite frame. She disappeared behind him, and Jon resisted the urge to move his neck to keep her within his gaze. He felt her drift closer to him, not by true sensation but by a tingling feeling in the back of his neck.

“You remind me of my sun-and-stars,” she said. He felt her soft body press against his back and a gentle hand reach around to grasp the base of his cock. It drifted lower and pulled at the loose skin of his scrotum. “Well, at least here you do. Your face is actually quite a bit like mine. But your muscles and your stones and your cock are just as wonderful as his ever were.”

She came around to his front, cheeks glowing from wine and excitement. “Now lay down, nephew. I would look down on you as I take my pleasure.”

Doing as instructed, Jon capitulated into repose over his recently discarded cloak. Despite the generally comfortable natural bedding of this area of the godswood, his encounter with Meera Reed had warned him of the dangers of mixing detritus and friction.

To his surprise, he felt another depression tug at the cloak to his left. A glance found Val laying on her side next to him, one leg propped in the air. Her breeches were noticeably absent, allowing one fine hand to caress the lightly furred mound of her crotch.

“Look at your prize, Dany,” she crooned at the dragon queen.

Dany grinned down at him, feet on either side of his hips. A damp patch had appeared in her smallclothes, and he felt the tip of his cock leak in response. “He is beautiful, I admit. I haven’t had a man this pretty since my time in Meereen.” She squatted, brushing the tip of his cock with her thinly protected cunt. He twitched involuntarily, pressing firm against her body for a small moment before regaining control of himself. Her violet eyes bored into him. “Of course, Daario was always in charge when we fucked. But you have been in charge during my time at Winterfell, so it’s only right that I decide how things go now. Isn’t that right, Jon?”

He hesitated, not wanting to lose the game they were playing with him, but eventually determined that they would want an answer from him if directly asked.

“You can do whatever you like with me, Dany. Whatever Val allows,” he said. Those were the rules they had agreed on, ages ago when the possibility of future lovers had first been broached.

“Hmm. Then you will address me as ‘Your Grace’ so long as your cock is hard,” she said as she dragged her body across the underside of the object in question, the smooth garment sliding against the sensitive area beneath the head. He felt hard enough to shatter glass at the moment.

“Yes, Your Grace,” he replied.

“Good boy,” Dany quipped. Her knees dropped forward, changing the angle of her teasing grind against him. She leaned back, exposing her flat stomach and stiff nipples to a stray beam of light. The rocking of her hips changed angles, and he could tell she was trying to work his cock between her smallclothes and her svelte body. He wished to help her, to tear the smallclothes from her hips and bury himself in her wet heat. Resisting the urge was exquisite torture.

Dany let out a moan when she succeeded, and Jon was forced to suck in a breath at the feeling of his sensitive cockhead sliding betwixt the gooey lips of her cunt and the silky fabric that still blocked it from view. Warm streams of nectar dribbled down his shaft; he was so aroused he could not tell whether it was her juices or his own.

She leaned forward, bracing her arms against his chest and rocking her hips forward. His cock twitched against his will once again, and he could feel it slide against the entrance to his aunt’s cunt. “You really can’t control yourself, can you Jon?” she said with a smirk. “It’s probably the ‘wolf blood’ in you, as your bannermen put it.”

Searing heat enveloped his cock, and Jon did everything in his power not to scream in relief.

“I wonder if this is how it was for your parents,” she said as she began to grind her perfect hips along his cock, alternating between back and forth or side to side every few strokes. “The wild Lyanna Stark, overwhelming my innocent and sheltered brother as he tried his hardest to suppress his lust.”

The motion changed again. Jon clenched his teeth when Dany lifted her hips away from his body, leaving just the tip of him still inside her. Rather than impale herself onto him as he expected, however, she undulated her belly causing her cunt to slide hardly any distance at all against his cockhead before changing directions, and then back again. The effect was incredible – the tightest part of her cunt, the muscles at the entrance, squeezed around him and slipped over the ridge of his head with each pass. He could almost hear a small wet pop with each beat.

A silver curtain enshrouded him as Dany looked down at him. Her face was burning with arousal, and her eyes had the same manic gleam from their first meeting. “My poor brother, knowing only his sickly Dornish wife before being tempted by a wanton maiden…

“She probably teased him like this… for h-hours…”

Try as she might to continue the fantasy monologue she was playing out in her head, Dany was not unaffected by her exertions.

“I think it was – ohh, Lord Umber that… that said Lyanna used to ride horses b-better than most knights…” she said, bending down and brushing her pouting lips against his ear as her cunt lips brushed against his cock. “Would you like me to ride you like that, nephew?”

Jon had never heard a suggestion that sounded so good.

“Yes, please Your Grace, please…” he gasped out.

“Then we shall see who rides better, your mother… or me,” she said with a kiss on his cheek. Incredibly, the tightness around his cock clamped down even more before she slammed her hips down. Jon could feel her perfectly formed arse slap against his thighs and watched in awe as Dany’s hips moved independent of her torso to rise again. Strands of fluid shimmered in the moonlight around his cock in the short moment before her loins enveloped him again.

Dany rode him hard and fast, and the smacks of their fucking diffused through the trees surrounding them. Even with his mind distracted by the divine sensation of filling the body of an angelic young woman, he heard another sound a short distance away. The schlicking sound of his lady wife masturbating next to him satisfied the part of his mind that wandered if Val was truly pleased by the arrangement. Knowing that she was enjoying herself, he allowed himself to become fully immersed in the experience.

And what an experience it was. Dany was panting between each stroke, occasionally letting out high-pitched yelps of pleasure as she fucked his rigid cock. Her chest heaved with the effort, pressing her breasts tight against his chest – perfect softness molding around his hardy frame. She cried out and sat upright once again. Her hips ground against his pelvis, sawing his cock back and forth inside of her, as though she were trying and failing to scratch a very particular itch.

“Turn around,” Val said in High Valyrian. “It will feel wonderful,” she said in between gasps of her own.

The dragon queen gave the wildling princess an appraising look before letting out a throaty laugh that sounded suspiciously like a moan. The incredible feeling around Jon’s cock dissipated only for a moment as the petite woman turned around before squatting once again. He had an ideal view of her buttocks, round and hard and soft all at once, bulging against her smallclothes as she pulled them aside to position herself over his cock. Her hairless cunt was flushed red and engorged, and seemed incandescent as it swallowed his relatively pale cock.

The grinding rhythm resumed, and Dany’s reaction was instantaneous. His cock now rubbed against the rough patch on the inside of her cunt, just behind her own pelvis, and her moans became uncontrollable. Tiny beads of sweat ran down her back and filtered down the seam of her rump as it bounced and pulled against him.

His aunt’s hands gripped his knees tightly, as though she were holding on to the saddle of a wild horse, or perhaps a dragon. It felt like a slick inferno inside of her, like she was trying to make his cock melt, and the delicious friction only intensified.

“Aaaahh! Fuck! Yes!” she screamed. Her hips adhered to his, and she vibrated in place above him. Hearing her wanton wails nearly did him in, but the lack of motion prevented him from reaching his own climax. More than anything, he wanted to move and finish himself off, possibly even extend her own pleasure. But he had promised Val that he would not disobey, no matter what, and so he waiting and gasped as the most beautiful woman in the world orgasmed around his cock.

It lasted an eternity, and no time at all, and it was over. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms slid off his cock, landing face down just past his feet, her check pressed against the soft linen of his cloak. He could see her ribs expanding to accommodate her deep breaths, assisted by the muscles of her stomach. Her cunt still dripped with arousal, taunting him.

“Jon,” said Val next to him, her own voice breathy and tight. “You have my permission. Do whatever you like to her. Fuck her until you finish.” She slapped her fingers against her own cunt for emphasis.

“Wha–” was all Dany was able to say before she cried out in pleasure once again.

At Val’s command, Jon’s instincts took over. Dany’s hips still quaked before him, the strong muscles in her legs, which kept her steady in any saddle she decided to ride, traced a line to her cunt, just barely folded under the globes of her arse. Unlike the rest of her, her arsehole was as pale as summer snow, and Jon had been overcome with urge he had not felt in years.

His first time seeing Ygritte in all her naked glory, he could not resist pressing his mouth against her fiery cunt and kissing it for all he was worth. It seemed natural, to show such appreciation for the part of a lover’s body that brings so much bliss.

And while it specifically had not brought him to bliss, Danaerys Targaryen’s arsehole was so shockingly enticing that there was no way he could avoid kissing it.

Jon knew that had he had time to think about this before he began, he would have been too embarrassed to even consider such a thing. He had never even heard of whores doing this, and here he was pushing his face between the arse cheeks of the mother of dragons, his tongue licking a circle around the tight whole there before pushing inside.

His left hand wrapped around her leg and curled underneath her to grab her buttock, pulling it out of the way and allowing him to become completely immersed in her arse while keeping her hips supported. This proved prudent as her powerful leg muscles gave out with another shudder. His right hand snuck around similarly, but stopped at the small nub at the apex of her cunt. He pinched it between her knuckles and vibrated his hand as best he could, stimulating her even more.

Unlike Wylla, Arya or Val, the only other women with whom he had incorporated anal stimulation, Dany had a distinct lack of pubic hair of any kind, including around her arse. This was certainly part of its appeal – the lack of hair meant that no distractions would get caught in his teeth, and allowed him to focus on the zesty taste that was pure Dany. Incidental licks to the small, slightly protruding inner lips of Dany’s cunt provided a refreshing, sweet contrast to the experience.

Time ceased to flow as he pleasured Dany in every way he could think of with his mouth and hands. Twice more he felt her shake uncontrollably, and at times her muscles lost all tone and he had to support her completely on his own. It truly could not have been that long, but Jon did know that he never wanted it to end.

At least, until his cock was once again surrounded by a soft, wet pressure. Still indescribably hard, he broke away from Dany’s arse long enough to see Val swallow him to the base. She still teased her own cunt with a hand between her legs, her arse propped up in the air away from him but overall in a similar fashion as that of the dragon queen. After a few passes, she pulled away with a ‘pop’ and looked him in the eye. She seemed to have acquired Dany’s manic gaze as well.

“Finish her Jon,” she said. “Give her your seed.”

Letting go of Dany’s hips, Jon pulled Val into an embrace and kissed her soundly on the lips. “I love you, you know,” he told her. She replied only with a dazzling smile, and a nod in the direction of the overstimulated Valyrian arse close by.

“By the gods of Old Valyria…” Dany was panting, mixed with other swears in languages Jon could not even pretend to recognize. It did not matter truly, for he could tell that she was still enraptured.

He pushed her knees together and pulled her hips up. Her lower back swayed down, as she was unable to provide the energy to keep even that much upright under her own power. Jon brought his now adamantine cock against her, teasing only for a moment against her hypersensitive arsehole before sliding lower and burying himself inside her cunt.

She still felt like pure liquid fire around him, spurring him to greater heights than he had previously imagined. Hardly any time at all passed before the heavy feeling at the base of his cock began to build, signaling his impending release. He hammered into the dragon queen’s hips like a madman, and she seemed to love every moment of it. No matter how hard or rough he became, she continued to beg for more.

Eventually the sensation overtook him. Jon screamed in voiceless ecstasy as his body succumbed to the paradise of filling the most beautiful woman in the world with his seed. He could feel it pulsing out of his cock, caught in her sweltering depths. He held her hips tight against his own, instinctively preventing even a drop from escaping –

And then he was flat on his back, and his wife mounted his painfully sensitive cock. She rode him like a courser, slick and smooth and graceful, and before he knew what was happening his pelvis tightened again and he erupted inside Val. She looked down at him, mostly grey eyes filled with so much love and affection that he could not help but kiss her as he pumped his hips into her for the final surges of his climax.

They laid there afterward, soaking in sweat on a decently warm Northern summer night. Dany got enough strength back in her limbs to roll over at some point, the petite woman snuggling into Jon and Val’s mutual embrace. Jon rolled them into his cloak as best he could, although it was soaked in places by their activities. Aftershocks jolted through each of them in fits, and at one point Dany laughed for no reason at all. It sounded like bells ringing.

Jon watched, mesmerized as his daughter suckled at Val’s teats. Despite fathering so many children, he had only ever been able to watch Val feed one. She was a small thing still, with honey-blonde hair and solid grey eyes. She was barely a month old, and she meant everything to him.

Val, always less likely to get caught up in such emotional moments, was reading her correspondence while their daughter fed.

“Jon, have you seen this? From King’s Landing?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Not if it has come in the last week, no.”

“It’s a letter from Dany. She congratulates us on our new daughter.”

“How considerate,” he said, unsure what she was getting at.

“She also announces the birth of her firstborn son, a strong boy with Valyrian features, born just twenty-two days ago,” Val said. She looked at him fondly and arched a single eyebrow in suggestion. “That means he was born on the same day as our daughter. I wonder who the father could be…”

Jon smiled at her, before standing up and kissing both his wife and his daughter on their foreheads. “I couldn’t say, my lady. But if she were to ever want another child… Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind helping in whatever way I can.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Val scolded. “Lady Mormont is arriving in two weeks, and we have an arrangement to maintain with her… But after that, I suppose we can visit our friend in the south.”

“As long as we go together,” Jon said. “That seems to be the best way of doing things.”
“Aye,” Val replied. “Together.”
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