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Snow	By : James_Hazell Category: A through F > A Song of Ice and Fire Views: 1061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the 'A Song of Ice and Fire' franchise nore any characters withing. I do not make any money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Seastar
- 2-The Steward's Daughter
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Something felt strange.

Usually, Jon flet almost invisible in the castle. Everyone knew who he was but nobody liked him, they usually just left him be. Today was different. It seemed like eyes were on him today and he did not know why.

He reached the main hall where a few people were eating. Namely, his half-sisters Sansa and Arya, Sansa's best friend Jeyne Poole and his half-brother Robb, as well as a few servants and the baker's two lads.

Robb rose to meet Jon, outstretching an arm "Finally," he laughed "mature company,"

Jon met his hand and pulled him into a short embrace "Goodmorning Stark" he smiled,

Sansa looked up at him with just short of a frown "Jon,"

Arya looked up with glee and smiled, mouth full of food. She tried to speak but Sansa sneered at her "Dont eat with your mouth open, how many times does the Septa need to tell you before you learn."

Jeyne looked up at him too. Usually her face mirrored whatever Sansa's when it came to Jon, and usually it wasnt pleasent. But today, Jeyne met his eyes with a curiosity. She looked at him and Jon couldnt quite look away from her. She had pretty brown eyes that matched her dark hair. As Jon looked at her, he could've swarn her eyes flashed bright purple, like amethysts.

"Hello Jon," she smirked at him

"Theon's in the Yard with Jory. You coming?" Robb snatched Jons attention away.

"Um," he stammered collecting his thoughts "might as well,"

"I'll meet you out there," he smacked him hard on the shoulder with a smile before leaving the hall.

Jon retrieved a bowl of hot porridge and honey before he sat on a different table from anyone else. Alone with his mind, his thoughts travelled to the night prior, and his strange dream. Shiera, he repeated to himself. A name he'd never heard before.

He spooned a heap of oats into his mouth and started chewing, looking around the hall at the banners and decorations. Jeyne was in the corner of his eye while he considered a battered shield that hung from the wall. He was sure she was looking at him. He darted his eyes at her for a split moment. Yep. Definitely staring at him.

He looked at her properly. She was quite pretty, especially when she smiled. Her hair shon and her dress hugged her figure nicely. She was staring him down for certain. A coy smile playing across her lips. Jon awkwardly returned a smile across to her.

He wolfed down his food desperate to escape whatever she was doing, silent terror creeping in his heart. What did she want? The bowl was empty save for a milky lukewarm residue in the bowl. He rose from his table and began to leave, turning left for the armoury. Now, he wasn’t sure if he was seeing things, but he could’ve swarn he had seen Jeyne rise too.

“Jeyne?” he heard Sansa’s voice, almost choking on the food in her mouth, “Where are you going.” Jon did not hear a reply. His pace quickened and he turned the corner into a long corridor, before hanging a right and reaching a staircase.

Before he could clime the first step, he heard a soft voice behind him murmur, “Oh,” her voice was full of fake surprise. Jon turned and saw Jeyne playing with a strand of her soft, dark hair, “hello,” she smirked and lightly wetted her lips with her tongue.

“Lady Jeyne,” he tilted his head.

“Oh Jon,” she giggled “You are most kind, but I am no lady,” she took a step toward him, “You on the other hand, my Lord, are more deserving of such courtesy than any man living.” her smile was wide, and again Jon could’ve sworn her eyes were purple for a moment. Her hands found their way to his stomach. He stood a foot or so taller than the girl, her eyes were clear and big, she looked up at him with some look in her eye, a look he saw once before in the eyes of a red headed whore a few years ago.

“Touch her,” a voice whispered in his ear. He felt their hot breath and the rush of air but when he looked, nobody was there “I have exhausted my abilities, you may take it from here now love,”

What on earth was happening.

He hesitated, but looking at Jeyne now, her eyes and her greedy smile. Her hands began to move slightly, nothing significant but he felt a rush of blood as if it had been drained from his own mind, his cock grew hard and his urge grew strong. He reached for her hands on his stomach, his skin met hers in warm contact. Like water in a flask, purple filled the brown in her eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a yank as Jeynes fingers dug into his tunic, thrusting him closer to her. Her harsh hands dug into the roots of his curly hair, pulling his face into hers. Their lips met in a rough, passionate ordeal. Jon, felt a strength surge in his arms and his legs and his chest, like his blood was filled with desire and hunger. He lunged at her, his arms finding her waste and lifting her from the ground. She squealed in delight, wrapping her legs around his body. Their lips briefly parted and a strand stretched between their mouths.

He pressed her into a wall, his teeth and young finbding her unmarked neck. He went at her like a hungry animal, licking and biting and sucking all while she desperately tried to stifle her moans.

When Jon pulled away, he saw Jeyne. Flushed cheeks, heavy breaths and marks now adorning her neck. He smiled a viscous smile and locked with her new, beautiful, violet eyes. She looked at him and Jon felt like their minds were connected. He knew what she wanted to do, and so he released her.

She unhooked her legs and fell on her feet. She placed a hand on his raging bulge, pulsing in his breeches. Her other hand traced his neck gently, gradually travelling with grace down and down and down his chest until she found his waistband. She yanked it down filled his falling breeches, finding herself on her knees. She took his cook into his hands. Teasing him and admiring it with a smile and a small laugh. Jon took a step closer, closing her off from the world and bearing down on her.

Jeyne’s mouth found the hairy base of his shaft and kissed him gently. She mirrored the kiss on the other side of his cock. Her kisses traveled down, pecking the thing with wet kisses. She pulled back his skin and found his dark tip, placing her lips on the little hole at the end.

By now, Jon was full of adrenaline. His legs were wobbly and his muscles were tense. His hands found the girls head, holding her firm, holding her desperately hoping she was real, desperately in need of her mouth.

Her lips parted and her tongue escaped, brushing the tip. Jon felt her wetness, her warmth on his cock. She placed herself under his cock, opening her mouth wide and dragging her face up and down.

Jon felt a darkness inside his chest, a desperate thought. He needed her mouth, he needed his cock to impale her cute face. He felt his heart race as he made his decision and made his move. His big hands found her hair, taking the now frizzy mess into his grasp before pressing her head against the cold stone wall and forcing his cock down her throat.

He felt her gag and cling to his legs desperately, but she did not force him off, she tried desperately to take it. He let her suffer for a bit, enjoying her squrim in his grasp before he pulled away. Rather than horror, joy filled her expression. She darted hungry eyes at Jon before getting back to it. Her hands and lips vigorously worked on his cock, pleasure shot through Jons body, the noises her mouth made, the danger of where they were, the scandalous behaviour of a seemingly shy girl, he could feel it all combine into an explosion of extascy. Jons own erruprion was on its way, hiships began to move back and forth as noises escaped him. He fucked her face faster and faster and finally he reached his end.

She pulled herself down on his cock, wrapping her arms about his thighs and drinking the thick spurts that exploded from jon. Their eyes simultaneously rolled in the back of their heads.

Jon stumbled back once Jeyne released him. He desperately grabbed for his breaches while the orgasm still permeated throughout his body. He took a moment to breathe, resting against the wall. He gathered his thoughts and looked for Jeyne, only to find her walking back from where she had come, not even glancing at him, as if nothing had happened.
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