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      Published: 2017-12-19 Updated: 2018-02-03 Chapters: 4/? Words: 12742
****** The King and His Wives ******
by Tessa_H_Dillinger
Summary
     Rhaegar Targaryan ruled the Kingdoms wisely. His wife Lyanna birthed
     him a second son, Jon. After Rhaegar died, his son, Aegon the Sixth,
     took his place, taking Rhaenys as his wife. Alas, Aegon fell as well,
     leaving Jon to fulfill the King's Duty.
     What is the King's Duty, you may ask? Well, Aegon the Conqueror was
     offered a wife from every Kingdom he conquered. In this story, he
     took them all. Ever since, the King has taken multiple wives and
     lovers.
     Jon married Daenerys in their youth, and since becoming King, he and
     his wife have eagerly sought more queens to share their bed.
     This is mostly mindless, hardcore, dirty, immoral, hot, heavy, fluid-
     spraying smut. Enjoy.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
                                      Jon
 
Jon the First of House Targaryen sat the Iron Throne. On his head was the crown
of Aegon the Third, his Father's crown. It was almost six years since his
father's passing, and four years since his brother's, King Aegon the Sixth, who
ruled less than two years. Jon wore his kingly garb, a grey silk and wolf pelt,
in honor of his Northern heritage, with a kingly cape dressed around him. By
his side was the Valyrian Steel Sword Blackfyre, its curved and sculpted hilt
shining. Since it was recovered during Rhaegar’s Glorious Reign, it and its
sister sword beckoned a new age of prosperity for the realm. The other familial
sword, Dark Sister, had long been given to his aunt and first wife, Daenerys.
As the first king born without typically Valyrian features, Jon has strived to
set himself apart as a good King, as his father and brother had. He needed to
shed the boisterous, adventurous spirit he had in his youth.
His dragon, whom Daenerys called Rhaegal in her youth, but whom Jon called
Frostburn, had taken him from the Lands of Always Winter to Yi Ti to the true
end of Sothoryos in his youth. The so-called "Navigator Prince" and his aunt,
"Daenerys the Skyborn," had circumnavigated the globe and at last confirmed the
maesters’ theory of a spherical world. It began with riding down Sothoryos only
to go through lands of cold and eventually meeting Ibbenese sailors on the top
of the world.
It made the King almost chuckle at what a free spirit he had been, not the
reserved king he was now pretending to be. He had taken lovers and played
tricks on his brother, even when his brother took the crown. Jon took more
after his mother than his father, the gods knew.
But now it was his turn to lead the realm.
"Your Grace," Lord Dondarrion said, "those terms are acceptable."
"Then it shall be done at Storm's End in a moon, my Lord," Jon stated.
The Lightning Lord bowed and walked away. He was representing the Baratheons,
who were no doubt preparing for the wedding. After Robert Baratheon died of
syphilis, his family’s debt to the crown went unpaid until Lord Stannis at last
granted his daughter to wed. Finally, the Stormlands would have a Queen to
represent them at the capitol.
A hundred more guests arrived at the Great Hall, all looking up at the King and
pleading, or begging, or cheering, or calling out his name. It was difficult
dealing with so many people, so often. After hearing them and their pleas, Jon
descended from his seat and let his hand, Davos Seaworth, take the throne and
hear the rest. Davos gave the King a nervous nod before he walked off. It was
clear the man was uncomfortable with such power and wanted to go back home to
the Stormlands. But Jon needed him. Tyrion was busy and had already forfeit his
role as Hand, to serve in Dany's war in the East.
Jon walked through Maegor's holdfast, his black and white-dotted cape waving.
It was still midday, and the middle of a long, prosperous Summer.
He reached his first wife's room, only for a guard to tell him she was down the
hall. Jon smiled and left to visit his son's playroom. Inside, he saw toys and
play swords all around, a red carpet beneath them, and massive high windows.
The room was well lit, and the sight of his beautiful wife and son filled Jon
with joy.
"There you are, my dear," Daenerys said with a smile, as she played with their
first child, Aemon. Her silver hair was in a single braid and she wore a light
purple dress to her ankles. Her violet eyes were bright and she had a petite
yet womanly figure. Aemon looked at Jon and his face lit up.
"Papa," the five year old said, as he ran into Jon's arms. Jon laughed and
picked up the boy and pretended he was heavy.
"Gods, you're too heavy," Jon jiped, pretending to struggle at holding the boy.
His boy laughed and got down from his father's arms.
"My egg, papa, mother believes it's close to catching!" the silver-haired,
violet eyed boy ran across the room to retrieve his egg from a chest.
"Hello, dear," Dany said as she approached Jon and kissed him deeply. Jon
grabbed her arm and pulled her in deeper, making Dany smirk into the kiss. "I
like when you do that," Dany moaned at his forwardness.
Jon was about to smack her arse when Aemon arrived holding a gold and black
egg. "It's so close," the boy said, his innocent eyes wide.
"Aye it is; you shall have a Balerion in no time," Jon said with a smile, still
holding his wife, his arm around her skinny waist.
"I'm going to name it Maester," Aemon said. Jon looked at him curiously. "After
my namesake," the boy explained.
Jon smiled. "Good then," Jon said, ruffling the boy's hair. "Now where's your
sister?"
Aemon looked nervous. "She's-"
"Hey!" Jon heard behind him. The door burst open. It was his daughter by
Daenerys, a black-haired, purple-eyed, five year old holding a purple egg. She
was furious. "You said hot water would make my egg hatch. I held it under for
an hour!"
Aemon immediately ran away. "I'm sorry, Rhaeny!" he yelled as he left from
through the nearest door.
"It's Rhaenyra!" she replied, speeding past her parents, intent on punching her
brother in the face. Jon looked to Dany nervously.
"I'll solve this, soon," Daenerys said, pulling her husband's head down to kiss
him. "Go see Marge.  And Wenda, if you can. I'll see you all soon."
Jon held his most petite wife and ran his tongue over hers. She moaned into the
kiss. Then he squeezed her butt and she squealed. When Jon released her, she
was blushing and biting her lower lip. She looked so cute. "I await you
eagerly," Jon said, leaving the room.
"I can tell," he heard her say.
Jon walked through the holdfast until he entered the room Queen Margaery had
fitted specifically for child rearing. It was a large room of mostly dark wood
and upholstery, with multiple couches and two baths in the middle. Inside, he
spotted his brown-haired, doe-eyed wife, sitting on a couch of silk with two
children in her arms. Her dark red dress exposed her breasts and provided
leverage for her two babies to rest, so she might breast feed them more easily.
"Jon," Margaery said, her children suckling her as she sat, "I missed you this
morning."
"I'm afraid Asha needed attention," Jon said as he sat near Margaery.
"Well I hope you fucked her in the arse; that girl of hers will be the only
child she gets from you if I have anything to say about it," Margaery said
jealousy.
"I know you don't like her," Jon started.
"She called me a whore," Margaery said, "I'll not have her near me."
Jon smirked. "She named your daughter after you,” Jon explained.
“To irk me!” Margaery said, but immediately regretted when one of the babies
started crying. “Ughh,” she bemoaned defeatedly. Jon smiled at his wife’s
little frustrations, and kissed her cheek. That calmed her down.
“I'm afraid you will see her again,” Jon said, “But don't worry. She won't be
sitting for a long time after that comment. And I made sure she has to sleep on
her stomach."
Margaery smiled and looked at her king. The baby who started crying, Lara,
began suckling again and Marge sighed in contentment. She was beautiful, soft
brown hair down her sides and a luscious, yet slim figure. Everything about her
screamed "the fairest maiden in the land" and the children suckling her only
added to that image.
"How are Lara and Garth?" Jon asked Margaery.
"They fare so well. They take after their father," Marge said with a smirk.
Jon stood and kissed Margaery. "May Elyse fly with you?" Margaery asked, seeing
that he was about to leave.
"Aye, she may, after I have seen to Aemond, Nymeria, and Ashara," Jon
explained.
"Take your time, dear," Margaery said as Jon left.
His children by Arianne, the three he mentioned, were studying with the
grandmaester, Samwell Tarly, with their brothers and sisters, his other
children. Most of Jon's children, who had past suckling age, lived at the Keep,
so they might come to appreciate each other in the future. Only Aegon, Helaena,
Denise, and Jon lived with their mothers.
As Jon walked through the Keep, he entered the training grounds, and saw a tall
blonde woman, in mayhaps her mid-thirties, firing arrow upon arrow at the
targets in front of her. She wore leathers and trousers like a warrior. The
sight of her made him smirk. She had gotten so used to castle walls in such a
short time.
Jon approached her quietly and before she could draw another arrow he removed
it from her hand and put his hand over her mouth. She panicked but then calmed
when she saw it was him. Jon removed his hand from her mouth.
“Get off me, ya fook,” she whined, her face red. “I was training.”
“Training, I know,” Jon replied, still chuckling, “Daenerys told me to see you.
She wanted me to see you.”
“Hmm, come to see your sex slave again?” Wenda said, bending down to pick up
her bow again.
“Right, that’s why you joined in last night. Not that you wanted to thank
Daenerys for getting you out of prison,” Jon smirked at her.
Wenda the White Fawn, the young woman who terrorized the Crownlands as part of
the Kingswood Brotherhood, had been captured years ago. Jon and Daenerys,
however, found a mostly innocent girl at the time and gave her a second chance.
Her falling into Jon’s bed was an accident. At least that’s what Jon told
himself.
“Anyway, lover,” Wenda said, smoothing her short blonde hair, “I am going to be
busy tonight and in the morn. Besides, Aerion needs his mommy to tuck him in
while you’re stuck in a Dornishwoman.”
Wenda silently went back to firing arrows as if he wasn’t there. It was always
part of her game, playing hard to get. After he left, he was later informed by
the guards that Wenda had turned around, as if begging for him to come back and
make out with her. So he did, and left her arse red with spankings in the
training yard.
Before the day came to an end, at last, there was the long-awaited return of
Jon’s third wife. She entered the gates of King’s Landing, with the entire
Dornish delegation with her. Arianne was met by her fellow lovers and sister-
wives. Jon ensured that most of the public were unaware of her return, to
prevent the people from drooling over his most… lurid-looking wife.
"Arianne!" Margaery squealed as she ran up and hugged her friend. Daenerys
followed and they all hugged the buxom woman. Jon looked happily at his dark-
skinned wife, whose hair was long, thick and black, and demanded his hand to
rake through it. She wore an ornate blue dress which showed off her massive
breasts and the gold in her hair and her golden snake bracelets. She was short
like most of his wives, at least compared to his six feet.
Jon walked up to kiss her when she stopped her with her finger. "No," she said,
"for what I want, this is going to have to be in private."
"Then let's get inside," Jon said.
Once inside the Red Keep, in the King's chambers specifically, Arianne all but
jumped on her husband and kissed him eagerly. Jon picked her up by her arse.
Her petite figure yet absolutely massive breasts and arse fit his strong body
so well. Everything he grabbed felt so good and she moaned and started dry-
humping him.
Daenerys and Margaery giggled, and Arianne turned around to look at them, still
held up by Jon.
"Don't you want to fuck our husband?" she asked like a mad woman.
Without a second thought, Margaery and Dany dropped their dresses and stared up
at him sneakily. Jon stared at Dany's hairless womanhood and Margaery's light
brown strip as Arianne tried to wrestle him to the bed. Jon allowed himself to
fall on the bed and look up as Arianne got off him. She turned to Margaery and
Dany, who smiled knowingly. The girls stripped the Dornishwoman, and Arianne
kissed Daenerys, and then Margaery, and then both. Jon was rock hard.
"Girls. I think the King here wants his cock freed," Arianne said, noting his
bulge.
"Should we free him?" Margaery asked.
"I don't know," Daenerys said as she sucked Arianne's tits. "Does he deserve
it?"
"He has been good to us; he fucked you and I last night," Margaery replied.
"And I've missed that big cock of his," Arianne purred as she felt up his abs.
"Then let's," Daenerys said.
All three beautiful girls removed Jon's clothes and he was left on his back,
his cock pointing up at them. Jon looked to his wives, expecting something.
Then he remembered: they wanted him to direct them.
"Margaery, suck my cock. I want to feel the back of your throat," he ordered.
"Dany, you lick her cunt, and spread your legs while you do it. Ari, sit on my
face. Get to it, my little whores."
Each girl did her job with enthusiasm. Jon laid in the middle of their massive
bed, one big enough for twelve people, pleasured by his wives. Margaery's mouth
was a godssend and Ari's arse was perfect for squeezing. It was like being in
the seven heavens with them. Sometimes, he did not have to move for hours but
he could cum again and again. Soon Jon felt the girls switch and he tasted a
new cunt. By the taste, he knew it was the Rose of Highgarden. She smelled like
roses. Daenerys began sucking his cock and he enjoy the tightness of her mouth.
She also moaned and hummed, no doubt because of Arianne's talented tongue.
He fucked their cunts and enjoyed each of their bodies. He fucked Margaery’s
tits and then Arianne’s pillow tits. Daenerys felt left out, until he told her
to spread her pretty, little thighs for him. Fucking Daenerys was a joy like
riding a dragon, Margaery made him feel like king of the world, and Arianne was
so overwhelming pleasing Jon came inside her within a minute. He was king, and
they were his queens. They were his entirely. By the end of the night, they
were all sore and happy, and cuddled together around Jon.
Dany held Margaery's breasts as she laid her bed on his abs, and Jon laid his
head of Arianne's pillow tits. He had cum inside each of their cunts and took
them in every way he could. Then at last he heard a knock at the door. Within a
second, it was opened and Asha entered. She was wearing her non-dress, boots,
trousers, and a grey long shirt.
"You invited Arianne here and didn't tell me?" Asha asked.
"You were being punished," Jon explained, sitting up. “Shouldn’t you still be
in the corner?”
Asha looked pleadingly at Daenerys, who had proudly called Asha her
"girlfriend."
"Oh, Jon, just let her join us, we can discuss her punishment later," Daenerys
said.
"No, she!-" Margaery tried to say.
"Enough!" Jon said, catching their attention. His word was law. "If you want to
sleep with us, your punishment must still continue."
"What do you mean?' Asha asked. The rest of the girls were equally confused.
Jon got up, entirely naked, and stared down at Asha. Along with Margaery and
Ysilla, she was one of his taller wives, but still nearly six inches shorter.
Jon moved her rat-brown hair out of her face. She was not particularly pretty,
and had a more hard and devil-may-care look, with her short hair and a thin,
muscled body. Asha looked curiously at him, completely comfortable with his
strong naked body; all of his girls were. Jon had to admit that it was better
than the typical look the "Queen of Snark" usually gave.
"Look at my cock," Jon said, pointing at it. Asha looked at it, or stared more
like. "It's hard right now, because of you."
Asha smiled and looked proud. She continued staring and was about to say
something when Jon interrupted her.
"It's hard because I'm about to fuck you in the arse," he said deeply.
Asha's eyes widened in fear. "Hold her down," Jon ordered, and his other wives
happily grabbed Asha and forced her to the bed. They all laughed at the thought
of Asha’s already-sore arse being destroyed. She was forced to be on all fours
and Margaery pulled her trousers down enough to see her butt. Asha futilely
resisted, and Arianne and Margaery laughed as Jon made his way to the bed, his
massive cock aiming at its target.
He shoved his cock in her arse. Asha yelped. Jon moaned and began fucking her.
Then he stopped and turned to Margaery. He ordered her to bring string and she
did so quickly from her nearby sewing kit.
"Tie her hair in pigtails," Jon ordered. Asha was still on all on four,
powerless. Margaery and Dany tied Asha’s short hair in pigtails and Jon grabbed
them. With all his strength, he fucked her arse deeply. They were perfect
handlebars.
Jon fucked Asha hard and felt waves of pleasure in his body. Asha, truly, had a
body that felt good to conquer. Euphoria overwhelmed him as he took the queen
of the Iron Islands and made her his dirtiest whore. When he came, Jon forced
her head into the bed and Asha moaned defeatedly. When he finished, he turned
his head and noticed Arianne, Daenerys and Margaery, all on all fours, next to
Asha, on the bed, ready and smiling for their turn.
It was good to be King.
 
Wives:
  - Daenerys "The Daybreak Queen" Targaryen. Mother of Crown Prince Aemon,
prince Jaeherys, and princesses Rhaenyra, Aelyria. Married a year before Jon's
reign. Living at the Red Keep.
  - Margaery "The Rose Queen" Tyrell. Mother of twins Lara and Garth as well as
Samwell, Timoth, Lysa, and Pennilope. Married a month after his coronation.
Living at the Red Keep.
  - Arianne "The Gods' Grace" Martell. Mother of Helaena, Aemond, Nymeria, and
Ashara. Married six months after his coronation. Living at the Red Keep.
  - Arya "The She-Wolf" Stark. Mother of Denise and Rickard. Married a year
after his coronation.
  - Ysilla Royce. Mother of Jon the Younger, Melissa and Alys. Married a year
and a half after his coronation.
  - Val "The Wild Queen" of the Freefolk. Mother of Naemor and Agatha. Married
two years into his reign and the Treaty to Settle the Wall.
  - Roslyn Frey. Mother of Aegon the Younger. Married two and a half years
after his coronation.
  - Myrcella Lannister. Mother of Tywin and Tytos. Married three years after
his coronation.
  - Asha "The Bitch Queen." Mother of Margaery the Younger. Married three years
after his coronation.
  - Shireen Baratheon. To be married.
 
 
Mistresses:
Mya Stone.
Ygritte. Mother of Mance "the Violet-eyed".
The Black Pearl of Braavos.
Dacey Mormont. Mother of Daron.
The Manderly girls.
Lady Hightower the Shut-In.
Wenda the White Fawn. Mother of Aerion. Living at the Red Keep.
Cersei Lannister.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Morning delight.
Jon was a warrior king, like his father before him. Daenerys had started a war
with the Triarchy years ago, a war which ended slavery in Lys, Myr, and Tyrosh.
It was by her black dragon, Ulyrax, and his white and blue dragon, Frostburn,
that the cities fell. Braavos and Norvos helped as well, intent on ridding the
dreadful practice from the world.
Jon lived with Daenerys, his first wife at the time. It was both a reward for
winning the war and a break from fighting. They stayed at Lys, a city of
pleasure and naughtiness. Daenerys never stopped laughing when she learned that
the national symbol of Lys was a naked woman, and she remarked again and again
about how funny it was to have coins of the love goddess on her coins. Daenerys
invited pillow slaves into their bed and she and Jon enjoyed a honeymoon.
Daenerys noted that Jon seemed to have a definite interest in Valyrian girls, a
fact which delighted her. She took after many of the Lysene women and curled
her long, soft, silver hair, and perfumed it. She wore flowing dresses and no
smallclothes. After seeing Jon stare at a woman from Qarth, she proclaimed that
women on the island would follow one new form of dress. Like the Qartheen, the
beautiful Lyseni would show one breast with their dresses. The practice was
adopted without any resistance.
It was at Lys the Lovely where Dany and Jon conceived all their children.
Daenerys learned she was pregnant with Aemon when she was seven-and-ten, and
she gave birth at Dragonstone the following year. Since Aegon was Prince of
Dragonstone, and Jon was the second son, he continued living with Daenerys,
whom Rhaegar proclaimed the Princess of Lys. Jaeherys was born soon after
Rhaegar’s untimely demise.
In Aegon’s reign, Aegon the Sixth of his name worked to continue the good deeds
of his father. He took Rhaenys for a wife, and set out to bring peace within
his realm instead of looking outward. Talks with the King Beyond the Wall began
soon. As the representative of the North, Jon was sent to negotiate on
dragonback. Daenerys came with him, and talks began. Mance Rayder,
surprisingly, was an amiable man with endless humor. The terms were complicated
but clear. For sending food beyond the wall, hanging Craster, and not killing
every freefolk that strolled near the wall, Mance promised to end any
incursions south. Daenerys, however, added another provision. A lover she and
Jon had taken, Ygritte, as well as Val come with them to Lys.
Before the terms could be made official, Aegon had found himself going to meet
with Mance. It was meant to be his greatest achievement, when a meteor came
from the sky and struck Trynamax, his red dragon. Aegon fell from the sky, and
an attempt to find him led to Mance being killed by his own men, who thought
him an even greater traitor for wanting to rescue a foreign king.
The sad days that followed ended with Jon taking Val to Dragonstone and
discussion upon discussion with Rhaella, Lyanna, Elia and Rhaenys. Jon was made
king, and Aegon’s final act, bringing the Freefolk into the Kingdoms, was made
law.
However, many lords were upset at Aegon for not fulfilling the King’s Duty.
Aegon had set aside all the wives he was supposed to take until his kingdom was
secure. Sansa was to be his first wife of the North, and Margaery after.
Daenerys, to her credit, was quick to get Jon his wives. They had gathered many
lovers through the years, and she was all to happy to gain more. Arianne, whom
Jon lost his virginity to as a thirteen-year-old boy visiting his cousin-in-
law, was first on their list. Margaery, however, had found herself outside the
Red Keep in a matter of days offering gift upon gift to Daenerys and the crown.
A large part of the Mander was made Targaryen property and her grandmother used
every connection she had to force Jon to see her.
Jon took it all with a laugh. She was a sweet girl, cunning and cute, with
birthing hips and a soft little voice. She was already on their list, but
watching Margaery parade herself was just too good. When they first met at the
Red Keep, Jon invited her into the holdfast without a second thought. The
stunned and red-faced Margaery followed. Jon asked her about herself and he
told her about him, and they found they knew much about each other; spy
networks taught much. Then Jon showed her a room, and pointed to it.
“Do you like this?” he asked her.
“I-I suppose I do, Your Grace,” she said in her cute voice.
“Good, it’s yours; though I do plan for most of my wives to sleep in the same
bed with me,” Jon said with a smirk.
Margaery started squealed. She kissed his cheek and said she was eternally
grateful. Then she felt a hand on her butt. Margaery turned around expecting to
see Jon explain himself when she saw Daenerys smiling evilly.
“Welcome to the party,” Daenerys beamed.
“Umm,” Marge stuttered.
Daenerys then grabbed her dress and squeezed her breasts, making Margaery
freeze up.
“When do we get to fuck her?” Daenerys asked Jon.
“Now,” Jon answered, taking off his shirt, “Margaery, welcome to your new
life.”
“Wha-“ Marge said before she was brought into the bedroom.
She had to have known what the King’s Duty would be like, Daenerys later
argued. Of course she had to recognize that it was going to be, as the high
septon once said it, “A licentious display using the law that the faith only
recognizes a marriage from a single kingdom as an excuse for kings to marry
eight women and have heirs in each.”
Margaery was then added to the wives that further completed the King’s Duty.
Arianne to Roslyn Frey (who was picked due to the lack of Tully women), Jon
married each and bedded them regularly. Legislating was different from
fighting, he had to admit. But if that meant he could spend as much time as
possible fucking beautiful women, he was fine with that.
Daenerys endlessly tried to get Arya and Ysilla to join them at the Red Keep,
as well as his many other mistresses. She once confessed to attempting to get
each of his wives to live with him, but Jon said if that happened then he would
have double the amount of children he had now. Daenerys only smirked and said,
“Exactly.”
It was slightly frustrating, having so many children and women running about.
He could make laws and sit the throne all he liked, but he couldn’t ignore his
family that long. Tyrion had been sent to lead the city-states to a better
system of laws ever since they left Lys. Rhaella remained at Summerhall with
her new husband, and Elia and Rhaenys stayed in Dorne. That left Jon
defenseless, with half a dozen women eager for his attention. When Daenerys
convinced (forced) him to name her his Hand of the King, he knew he was
screwed.
She was a genius at politics. Her network of spies was exceptional, and she was
all but devoted to her job. But if Daenerys Targaryen had her way, Jon would be
naked and fucking all the time.
In fact, Jon rarely wore clothes inside the Keep, and rarely if ever wore
anything in his chambers. He was a tall, brutish Northman, but still a vibrant
slim built young man. Arianne once explained that all the girls enjoyed seeing
him that way: his chest built and hairy, his biceps hard, his tall form
towering over each of them, and his beautiful, massive cock on full display,
with his balls hairy and its girth astounding. Whenever they saw him full
frontal nude, Margaery once said, it was hard to look away from his massive
manhood. He looked like a conquering king, and them, his prizes, Asha added
too. Thinking about it like that made it fun for him.
The King’s chambers, the marvelous gold and marble hall, with a massive bed and
dozens of smaller seats and couches, was beautiful. It overlooked part of the
city and the Narrow Sea, and shimmered in the morning. The floors were partly
carpeted, and silk curtains danced about the window and were draped on the bed.
It was a beautiful, cool day. The Long Spring was a time for new birth.
Jon awoke as he always did, with multiple bodies around him and a mouth on his
penis. He eyes opened to find black and brown hair splayed on his chest.
Margaery slept on his left pec and Arianne on his right. He looked down and saw
Daenerys hard at work, taking care of his hardness. He turned and saw Asha
half-sitting up, groping Arianne’s breasts and arse. She looked like Jon had
caught her and she froze.
“I-I was just,” Asha whispered, naked and embarrassed.
“Go ahead, continue,” Jon whispered back, “You’ll just give her wet dreams.”
Asha smirked and continued feeling up Arianne’s sleeping body. Jon looked back
to Margaery, his beautiful sleeping wife, who laid on his chest along with
Arianne. She had gotten it particularly hard, after Arianne said that he left
Margaery without a true anal experience. Still, she slept like an angel.
It was clearly early morning, since he heard no cries or even the bustling of
the city. So Jon laid back and without a word allowed Daenerys to dutifully
suck his dick. It had been almost three years since she ruled that she got
priority over his penis. As Jon closed his eyes and squeezed Arianne and
Marge’s bodies, he thought back on that discussion.
It was after one of their fuck sessions, in which Jon was naked and had four
naked girls under his arms. They were play fighting, as they usually did, until
Asha finally asked who was the head wife. Daenerys quickly decreed her the sole
beneficiary, which made Margaery pout. Arianne smacked Dany in the face
lightly, which made Dany hold her face in shock. She then said that all of
Jon’s women belonged to him, but she would be the first wife and the one to
have his heirs, and she would have priority of his cock.
Arianne argued and Margaery interjected that they ought to be able to fuck him
when they wanted, and Asha said Jon still needed to fulfill the King’s Duty. So
in private, Daenerys drew up a legal document elucidating under what
circumstances Jon can fuck other women when there was a disagreement. It
included which wife could veto another, how many wife-votes it took to overrule
Dany, the priority wife, and how many children a wife required to gain veto
powers. It was a long document. His dick was quite important to them.
Jon was enjoying Dany’s heavenly warm mouth when he groped his other wives.
Asha was busy with Arianne so Jon’s left hand descended down to Margaery’s
arse. He unconsciously put a finger in her booty. Suddenly, Margaery squeaked
and woke up with a startle.
Arianne awoke and found Asha with a handful of her arse. Asha looked
embarrassed and took her hands off. Her face was red.
“Well at least buy me dinner first!” Arianne said to Asha as she pushed the
Ironborn girl to the end of the bed.
Jon looked apologetically at Margaery, who had the sweetest, most innocent
eyes. He knew she was a snake, but it was hard to get past the look.
“Forgive me,” he said knowingly.
“Oh, it was nothing,” Margaery followed, “My backside should have been less
sore by now.”
“Hey! Don’t push me!” Asha yelled, pushing Arianne into Jon’s body.
Ari’s arse accidentally sat on Dany’s head, making her deep throat Jon
unwilling. Jon moaned and was lucky Dany’s reaction when sucking cock was so
good. Dany punched Arianne’s stomach and pushed her off with her head.
“Get your big butt off me!” Dany yelled, “I am trying to make our husband cum.
That was dangerous.”
“Don’t blame me!” Arianne replied, “It was your raider girlfriend who pushed
me.”
“I was just touching you,” Asha replied, sitting up in bed, her naked body
still drawing Jon’s attention.
“Ari, you don’t have to be so reactive,” Dany said, touching Jon’s hairy chest
and stroking his cock protectively.
“Talk about being reactive. I’ve sat on your face more times than I can count,
and now you’re complaining. You should learn to mind your surroundings,”
Arianne replied.
“These bitches you married are crazy,” Margaery whispered to Jon, trying to
stay out of it.
“Hey!” Daenerys said, “Don’t call me a bitch, you slut!” Daenerys threw a
pillow at Margaery’s head.
“Hey you’re being a fucking whore,” Arianne replied, wrestling with Dany.
“Get off her, you bitch!” Asha said, holding Ari back.
“Enough!” Jon commanded. Immediately all of Jon’s wives stopped and all looked
at him, disappointed at their behavior. Jon sat up in bed. “If you keep
fighting, none of you can come into the King’s chambers tonight.”
Without skipping a beat, Each of his wives hugged him and kissed him, saying
they were sorry. Jon pushed them back.
“That’s better,” he said, “Now if you want to fight and get this out of your
system, do so. With this.” He held up a pillow.
Each girl grabbed a pillow and knelt on the bed, including Asha. However, Asha
held it and looked confused. “Are you ser-“ she tried to say, before she took a
pillow to the face. What followed was a massive pillow fight, and soon all
tensions were over and Jon heard giggling and giggling, even from Asha, who was
winning.
“Gang up on Asha!” Dany said. And soon the Ironborn girl was attacked on all
sides.
Jon, laid up in bed, jacking off at the beautiful sight before him. It was a
thing he rarely did. In fact, he could only remember masturbating alone once.
Every other time there was someone else to do it for him.
Jon was nearing orgasm as the beautiful naked girls mercilessly hit Asha, who
had lost her pillow. Then he decided he wanted something else.
“That’s enough,” he said, drawing his wives from their game. He continued
jerking off at the sight of his beautiful women kneeling on the bed. “I want
each of you.”
“How?” Margaery asked.
Jon thought of multiple things, but he had already done so many. So he turned
to the master of ideas: Daenerys.
“What is something new I can do to each of you?” Jon asked.
Daenerys smirked like the naughty woman she was.
 
Jon was now standing on the marble floor. His legs were spread and each girl
was kneeling on the marble as well, looking at the scene before him. Jon was
masturbating furiously, looking down at Daenerys, who gave him a kissy face.
She was so beautiful: pale white skin, soft, so soft white hair and alluring
violet eyes. She was entirely naked, kneeling in front of him, with her legs
spread so she could play with her pussy.
It was her idea for him to cum on each of his wives’ faces. Jon took it as a
challenge, and after depositing his load on Asha’s tongue, Margaery’s cheeks,
and Arianne’s lips and tits, as well as her hair (Jon sprayed a lot on her), he
was close to finishing on his first wife. She moaned and begged for it and said
“please, come on, I want it.” The girls behind her cheered him on, calling out
his beautiful pecs and kingly cock. Arianne crawled on all fours and put her
head underneath his body to lick his balls. Daenerys said she wanted it and
clenched her teeth and opened her lips slightly. The sight was too much and Jon
unloaded on Dany’s face. He couldn’t even open his eyes, just jerk and cum and
jerk and cum again. By the time he finished, his legs were tight. He looked
down and saw Dany’s face and hair covered in his seed. She smiled and closed
her eyes.
“I don’t think I should open my eyes,” she laughed.
The other girls laughed with her and Jon sat back on the bed.
“Ughh, lick her off. Kiss each other,” he ordered, trying to keep conscious.
While his eyes were closed, the girls did as he ordered. After thirty minutes,
they were clean and had joined him in his baths. The bath hall was long and
shallow, and soon they were dressed and clean.
Before they left the halls, however, there was a knocked on the door. It was
strange for that to happen unless one of his wife’s came, and none gave
indication that they would. As Jon approached the door, it opened, revealing a
black-haired woman in her late-thirties, an angry look on her face and a baby
in her arms.
“Jon, Dany, you have got to take this child. She has been yelling!-“ Lyanna
said, until she stopped and looked about the room. She could smell the air.
Then she looked accusingly at Jon.
“Mother-“ Jon tried to say.
“Don’t ‘Mother’ me,” Lyanna said, “You may have wives to take care of and you
may king, but if you expect me to raise your child, I’ll drag you out of this
fuck shack by your ear, young man.” Lyanna turned her nose high and left. Jon
was speechless.
After several moments, he turned around and saw all of his wives giggling.
“What?” Jon asked.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     A servant and a mother
See the end of the chapter for more notes
King Jon Targaryen hated sitting the Iron Throne. It was an uncomfortable seat,
always close to stabbing him, and more than once did it make it hard to see his
subjects from so far up. He also cared less for ruling, but he knew that the
realm needed a king, so he took to it.
However, what was worse most of all was not the occasional heat or the annoying
orange glow from the stained-glass windows. It was staring at Missandei’s
perfect body. She was originally an exclusive servant to Daenerys at the Tower
of the Hand, but as Dany continuously complained about being so far away and
insisting she work closer, her servant, the beautiful dark-skinned Missandei
became more like his.
Even now, she stood at the bottom of the throne, as the first speaker for the
King until she deemed his subjects worthy of his deliberation. She spoke what
he could only believe were thousands of languages, all fluently and with the
utmost confidence. The Sealord of Braavos and more than one Southern lord asked
for her services. But she couldn’t leave. Especially not with the view Jon was
getting of her arse.
Missandei spoke to the Lyseni diplomats, and by the gods it was like hearing
the Lysene Sex goddess speak herself. Daenerys and many a Valyrian girl spoke
the tongue musically, and with a watery, suggestive mouth, but Missandei
outranked them all. Jon’s dick was growing in his trousers.
He thought to curse Arianne for buying him silk clothing; not only did it make
him look like a soft lord but it provided not hiding of his excitement. “It’ll
be easy to remove, my love,” his olive-skinned wife had once said. Not when I’m
sitting the Throne!
It could only be some plot to get him to break. Missandei’s back faced him. She
wore a beautiful, ornate blue-green dress with gold adornments, and it was
backless and went all the way down to below her beautiful arse. She wasn’t as
thick and curvy as Arianne, but damn did Missandei have a backside he couldn’t
avoid. The fact that only he could see it, and not everyone in front of her,
meant that that view was reserved for him.
“Umm,” he heard suddenly, “Your Grace.”
Jon came to his senses and saw Missandei staring at him, her dark golden eyes
piercing. She was beautiful.
“What is it, Lady Missandei?” Jon asked.
“The magister and his wife are asking for quarters at the Keep,” she said.
Jon turned to the Lysene nobles. They were just a few of the many lords he had
to see at the Keep, and from the number of people waiting at the back of the
room, it was clear there were many more. They reminded him of his recent time
in the city. Jon looked down at them, and noticed that the silver-haired woman
wore a coat. Which was odd.
“Aye, I grant you stay in my home,” Jon said, stepping down from the chair.
Finally.
As he approached the two nobles they took his hand and bowed, thanking him in
their native tongue. Jon knew little Valyrian beyond “Yes, Master!” “Vagina”
“Faster!” “Dick” “Harder!” “Deeper!” “On your knees,” and “open your mouth”
(what he had picked up during his honeymoon at the brothel), but from what he
knew, he found their contriteness genuine. That’s what you get for properly
conquering such a place.
Missandei approached, and they took her hand and thanked her as well. Jon
looked at her lovely, little smile and felt nothing but love and want for her.
Then curiosity struck.
“My lady,” Jon said, turning to the rather mature, Lysene woman, “Why is it you
wear a coat? It’s warmer than on the island, surely.”
“Oh your, Graze,” she said, in a thick accent, “Iz the new drezz vear in Lys
the Lovely.” She removed the coat, revealing a white cotton dress with a strap
around only one shoulder and one bountiful tit out near the other. “All women
enjoy the bare-breast look. Some go without straps entirely. Queen Daenerys
give us theez style. It makes us feel like the Lady of Love herself,” she gave
a look to the older valyrian man near her, “and it excites our husbands. And,
may I say, bringz even more tourisma to Lys.” She smiled knowingly at Jon.
Jon returned with a smirk. “Very well, my lady,” he said, “we can only hope it
grows popular here. Enjoy the city.”
The two nobles bowed and left the room. Jon looked at Missandei, who stared up
at him and then looked down sheepishly. Jon couldn’t help himself.
“Everyone, out!” he commanded.
The entire room looked surprised but quickly the great hall was emptied of
every servant and lord. It was only Jon and Missandei. She looked surprise.
“Your Gr-“ she tried to say, before Jon grabbed her roughly and spun her
around. He put his arm around her body and pulled her against him. She gasped.
“You know what you were doing, you little slut,” Jon said roughly into her ear.
Missandei froze for several seconds, until at last she calmed and a smirk took
her face.
“You didn’t have to look,” she purred, before moving her bare arse against his
clothed cock.
“You know damn well I do,” Jon answered, gripping her tighter. Missandei choked
a little and then laughed.
“Well, why didn’t you do anything about it?” she said, “Such a great king, so
many wives, so many mistresses. And you couldn’t just touch me?”
“I am touching you, I have been,” Jon said.
“My little pussy’s wet, Jon,” she said seriously, taking them out of their
game. Jon looked surprised and then he got it. He put his hand under her dress
and started touching her. Now the game could start again.
“There’s the King I remember,” Missandei said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if Dany
was pregnant again. And Margaery. And Arianne. And Asha. And Wenda. You know
you’ve been quite prolific, my king, but you still haven’t gotten one out of
me.”
It was the whole point of their game. Ever since Dany found Missandei Jon had
been fucking her. She must have known; why else would Dany practically force
her friend to be around Jon. After he had gotten Ygritte and Val pregnant at
the same time, his first wife had been dying for a little surprise. He was
fucking his wives and his regular mistresses, but rarely did he take someone
different. Rarely were their smallfolk, cooks, servants, slaves (who would be
freed). He needed to spread his seed, she had said, because if she wasn’t
pregnant then “some other bitch should be [sic].”
So Jon took Missandei, and their goal was to get her pregnant before revealing
her to Daenerys. That would be a surprise.
Jon smacked Missandei’s beautiful butt, and it jiggled. “Just wait,” Jon said.
Missandei practically moaned into his arms.
“Bend over, you sexy little slut,” Jon ordered her.
The look of joy on her face was unmatched. Fucking doggystyle in the middle of
the throne hall was among their favorite illicit joys. She got on her knees and
bent down. Jon felt up her arse, groaning.
“Beg for my cock,” Jon said.
“No,” Missandei responded.
So Jon smacked her arse. Hard.
She fell forward and gasped, but Jon picked her back up. She reached around and
stroked her dripping pussy. Then he put his fingers in her mouth, roughly and
without care.
“Listen, you sexy-as-fuck whore. I want to fuck the shit out of you and hear
you screaming,” he said, his fingers still in her mouth, “I just need you to
admit you’re a desperate whore that wants it more than anything.”
He removed his fingers. Her face was red and she looked embarrassed, but so
horny.
“No,” she said again.
Then Jon slapped her. Not to hard, but hard enough to make a point. Her grabbed
her face again and kissed her deeply, lovingly.
“Kissing you alone makes me want to raid all of Naath to have more of your
people at my call,” Jon said truly, deeply. So he kissed her cheek. “Beg for it
like a whore and I’ll let you cum.”
He put his hand between her legs. Without thought, Missandei spread her legs
and her juices were running down to the ground.
“Yes,” she whispered weakly.
Jon slapped her arse, making Missandei moan like she was getting the best oral.
“Yes what?” Jon asked, touching her.
“I’m a desperate little whore. Please fuck me hard,” she said matter-of-factly.
Immediately Jon entered her and felt like he had seen the seven heavens. Or at
least as good as he did his first night in Dorne (all the Sand Snakes had
captured him, and he was tied down for hours).
He fucked her slowly, experiencing the joy of her tight cunt. He didn’t even
think of fucking her harder. She was too good right now. He took off the rest
of the clothes easily (as Ari had said).
After several minutes, Missandei began rocking her hips against his, and their
fucking began in earnest.
Jon needed to deposit his cum inside her. If she could become pregnant before
Daenerys, it would be even more hilarious.
Finally he was reaching climax, but he knew he promised his wife’s handmaiden
already. She stroked her clit as he fucked her, sending her over the edge and
finally screaming bloody murder. Jon came hard, grabbing her hair and forcing
her to remain against him. He rocked his body against her, milking his cock
inside of her.
After several moments, he was at last spent. He let go of Missandei, who fell
to the ground immediately.
Jon took a deep breath.
“That was good,” he said.
“You’re right about that,” she replied. “Someone’s gonna have to clean this
floor.”
Jon laughed and got up.
“You know Daenerys bought me this dress,” Missandei said, turning around,
“she’ll hate to see it ripped.”
“It was already like that; I saw your backside all day,” Jon replied. “You did
it to torture me.”
Missandei smiled and got up. She was so beautiful. So Jon leaned in and kissed
her again.
“I love you,” he said. Missandei blushed.
“I love you too,” she replied, “You know Daenerys is going to kill you when she
finds out you fucked her best friend.”
Jon laughed. “She’s going to kill me when she finds out that she couldn’t see
our child conceived,” Jon replied.
Missandei smiled. Of course that’s how Dany worked. She was smart, a good
leader, and lovable. But she was a horny one. “Our child,” Missandei replied,
“I hope your seed takes. If it’s a boy I shall call him… What do you think?”
“You’re the mother,” Jon replied. Suddenly he realized they were still sitting
on the marble floor of the Red Keep. It was kind of romantic. “You have the
right to choose. I am happy to suggest.”
“Then Mossador for a boy,” she said, “and Marsella for a girl.”
“That sounds excellent,” Jon said, picking her up.
They stood and observed that the day continued and there was work that needed
doing. Then they realized they still needed to do something about their hair,
clothes, and the wet spot of the floor. So Jon looked to his mistress.
“We can clean this up,” he said, to which she gushed.
Little did they know, a certain silver-haired girl was watching them for a
nearby peep-hole. Daenerys giggled pleasantly and walked back to room at the
Tower of the Hand.
Sometimes it was too easy; leave a pretty girl around Jon and she would be
knocked up an hour later.
 
But that wasn’t always a good thing.
“What do you mean-“ Daenerys tried to say before she was interrupted.
“I mean Cersei Lannister is coming here,” Rhaella said.
The Dowager Queen was in her mid-forties, still buxom and beautiful, and in
many ways was a curvier version of Daenerys. Rhaella’s actions after the death
of her husband would be unmatched in history. The first dowager queen to broker
a peace with the New Triarchy (a short-lived union), marry a Volantene lord,
create a new set of Queen’s Roads connecting lesser towns to the King’s Roads
and the first to travel to Yi-Ti. Rhaella was indeed busy, but one of her
choices continued to vex her: not letting Rhaegar marry Cersei. She was a
frightful bitch; she couldn’t let her near her children. It was the most
complicated issue in her long reign.
While Cersei had children and all but became nothing but a mother to another
queen, while Tywin avoided public life, and although Jon had continued to
stress that Cersei was not a problem, the most immediate women in his life
still didn’t want her near him. It was years ago, when Jon finally made them
all answer why they hated Cersei still. Dany was the only one with the courage
to answer: “I mean, she’s just a bitch. And have you heard that shrill voice?”
Jon face-palmed harder than he ever had.
“Why is the stupid whore coming here?” Lyanna asked.
In the Tower of the Hand sat Lyanna, Daenerys and Rhaella, otherwise known as
the sworn pact against the lion bitch.
“She’s bringing her daughter with her,” Rhaella explained.
“Cruel, vindictive cunt,” Lyanna spat, turning back, “using her innocent child
to see Jon.”
Of course, they all loved Myrcella. She was the sweetest girl in the world, and
Jon marrying her was a boon to the realm. Her mother though…
“Ugh, well I know Tywin and Tytos want to see her,” Daenerys admitted weakly.
“I can’t believe she named such cute boys after those two,” Rhaella said,
rolling her eyes, “Lya, you must think of something besides standing and
complaining.”
Lyanna looked challengingly at her good-mother, and finally started thinking
seriously. In many ways she was the same irresponsible girl, thinking too
little and acting too fast.
“Well,” Lyanna said, “I have been taking care of too many children, and those
two are so young. Cersei can care for her grandchildren while she’s here.”
Rhaella nodded. “A good excuse to keep her out of my grandson’s bed,” she
replied, then she looked at Dany. “But, my dear, why can’t you just tell your
man not to fuck her?”
Dany’s eyes lit in fear. She could. She could…
“Just…” Dany said, “I’ll handle it.”
Rhaella looked challengingly at her daughter. “Just give me another grandchild
before her,” she told Dany.
“I knew you were doing this again,” they all heard. At the end of the open door
was Jon, looking quite upset. “If I said it once I’ve said it a thousand times,
no plotting in my city!”
Immediately his mother, grandmother and wife all scoffed in slight anger.
“Yeah, yeah,” he said, walking in, “Myrcella will be here soon, and I don’t
want you all antagonizing her mother. She loves Cersei.”
“You are the King, Jon,” Rhaella said sarcastically, “Just put a grand-baby in
my daughter before that cunt.”
“You see,” Jon pointed at, literally, “That’s what I mean. Please, just stop.
And you have grandchildren. And I am your grandchild!”
“Well I want more,” Rhaella replied defensively, “Now be a good boy and fuck
your aunt!” She pointed at Dany, who gasped.
“Hey, mother!” Dany said.
“Grandmother please,” Jon replied.
“Stop yelling at your elders,” Lyanna finally said to Jon, “I raised you to be
respectful.”
“But,” he said.
“No buts!” Lyanna yelled. Everyone stopped talking at turned to the black-
haired woman. She was definitely the loudest out of them. Seeing everyone look
at her, Lyanna calmed and breathed slowly. “Fine, meet her, take her inside.
But I hope you spend the rest of the night with your children. They are dying
to see their father.” Lyanna left serenely, clearly still hiding her rage.
Jon sighed in defeat. His mother always won. Of course he saw his children
every day, but telling him to see them at night meant that he couldn’t do…
other things.
“Well let’s go,” Daenerys finally blurted out.
 
“Jonny!” Myrcella cried at the entrance of the Keep. She ran into his arms and
kissed him. He held her cheeks and toucher her back. She wore a bright yellow
dress, to match her hair.
Myrcella was the youngest of his wives, and though she was not a child, still
the smallest. She was surely the cutest.
“I’ve missed you dearly,” Jon replied, bending down and kissing her again and
again.
Daenerys stood at his side, along with Lyanna. However, at the the end of the
hall was Cersei.
She approached calmly, like a snake, and soon found herself in front of Jon.
The smile she had was so devious.
“Your Grace,” she said sultrily, “Myrcella,” she stood behind her daughter,
pushing her closer to Jon, “has been dying to see you.”
“Mother, I’m not a child,” Myrcella said, “I can speak for my-“ and then she
saw Lyanna and Daenerys.
“Dany, my good mother,” Myrcella said, running up to them for hugs. “How have
you been in this little Keep?”
As Lyanna and Daenerys welcomed Myrcella, Cersei approached him and stood
inches from his face.
“Do you know how much I want fuck your brains out?” Cersei whispered. She
grabbed his arse, obscuring the sight from his family.
“Badly, I imagine,” Jon said nervously. Cersei was a lioness; she would eat him
if he didn’t watch out.
“Very badly,” Cersei said, in her posh upperclass accent. Jon hated it on
everyone but her; it felt so right. She was one of the tallest of his girls,
and certainly the oldest discounting Wenda. Then she slipped her hand into his
pants and felt his cock.
“Cersei, what are you doing?” Lyanna said, looking at Jon, and no longer
speaking with Myrcella. Jon’s eyes lit in fear.
“I’m jerking off the King,” Cersei replied confidently.
“Umm,” Jon said, removing her hand and grabbing both Dany’s and Myrcella’s
hand. “Let’s see the children.” He left quickly, taking his wives with him.
That left Cersei and Lyanna, alone. They stared at each other, challengingly.
“Whore,” Cersei finally said.
“Slut,” Lyanna replied.
“Wolf bitch,” Cersei retorted.
“Lion fucker,” Lyanna said. Cersei looked confused, so Lyanna explained. “The
father of your child; he’s the real lion. You’re just the kitten that took his
seed.”
“You only birthed one son,” Cersei said, “Quite disappointing for a “main
wife.” Were you too busy riding Brandon’s cock? Or that little brother of
yours? I hear you get the wolf’s blood through fucking.”
“Kitty’s got claws,” Lyanna replied. Then she smirked. “When you fuck your
twin, do you imagine he looks like your father?”
“Ugh,” Cersei said, genuinely offended, “You know I’m happy you took your
little crown. I get to fuck your son in the bed you used to share.”
Lyanna scoffed, but a devious smile took her face. “While you’re gargling my
son’s balls,” Lyanna replied, “remember who Rhaegar chose.”
 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cersei cried. Jon was on top of her, fucking her
mercilessly. Her legs were so far spread she was almost in splits.
Her body was so curvy, her legs so long, that Jon was already about to cum. He
had practically drooled, undressing her, and Myrcella.
It was an odd mix of events that led a mother and daughter to have a king in
the mother’s bed that first night. Ever since, it only felt right to continue.
Myrcella was laying down on the bed, under the covers, watching her mother
getting plowed. She may have been older, but the naughtiness of it made Jon
think of her of the taut, curious girl whose maidenhead he took.
All of it was making him so hard. Jon’s hard and hairy body plowed Cersei; she
was the incarnation of the mother; big tits, an arse that won’t quit, and a
dying thirst for his seed inside her. Her thick thighs were already full of his
bite marks as well as her neck, and her soft blonde hair was splayed out on the
bed.
Finally Jon grabbed her hips, making her head fall back. He fucked her a few
more times until she came. She was whimpering like a little girl, and wet as
Missandei the morning earlier. She couldn’t think, until finally she closed her
eyes and tried to breathe. Suddenly she felt a spurt of liquid on her face.
Then another. And another.
When she opened her eyes, she knew. Her face was full with his cum. It hung
down the middle of her face, to her chin.
“Ugh, damn it, Jon,” Cersei said.
“Cerse,” Jon chuckled, “You want a child out of me, you’ll have to try harder.
Now move over. I want to fuck your little girl where I fucked you.” Jon scooted
her away, and excitedly picked up Myrcella. She was like a feather in his arms.
Fucking her was going to be good. She dropped her and kissed her face,
everywhere, so much that Myrcella giggled.
“Stop it, Stop it,” Myrcella said.
“I’m just warming you up,” Jon laughed, then he turned to Cersei. “I want you
to look at my dick inside her. I want you to watch the whole time.” Jon ordered
it, and thus it had to happen.
“Yes, Your Grace,” Cersei replied, “But may I lick your balls while you do?”
 
Jon fucked Myrcella well. He was likely still doing so. But Cersei had leave
after the first round, so she wandered into a little solar wearing her robe.
“Oh, I’m sorry, am I interrupting?” Cersei said.
She looked out and saw Rhaella and Lyanna sitting down and talking. They both
froze. It was too good, too good. So Cersei walked further in until she found a
seat.
“What is it?” she asked in mock ignorance. Then she touched her face. It was
still covered in cum. “Oh, what’s this?” Oh my.” Cersei said, bragging
implicitly. “I’m afraid our good king had such full balls, such heavy,
beautiful balls, and he seems to love directing it to me and my daughter.”
Seeing Lyanna and Rhaella still to shocked to speak, Cersei decided to counter
her victories and end before they could speak.
“Well, I have a long night ahead of me,” Cersei said, “Good bye dears.”
She left the solar and walked down the dark halls. With a smile on her face,
Cersei heard “I hate her” and “why doesn’t Dany get rid of her?”
If only they knew.
Cersei was near Jon’s chambers when suddenly she felt a hand on her arse. She
turned and saw Daenerys.
Fuck.
“Did you tell them anything?” Dany asked.
“No, no!” Cersei replied fearfully.
“Good, “ she said. “Now.” Daenerys removed her dress, revealing her taut,
petite body. She grabbed Cersei’s face and brought her down, licking her
cheeks. Dany wouldn’t get rid of Cersei. That would mean that she couldn’t join
them in bed. It was a secret shame, enjoying hate-fucking such a woman. It was
irresistible. Dany finished licking her and stared angrily at Cersei. “Now get
your arse in Jon’s room. I’m not going to fuck you unless he’s around.”
Chapter End Notes
     I promise not to do a self insert with a girl named Tessa
     masturbating to Jon's naked body as he jacks off XD I promise
***** Chapter 4 *****
Aegon The Conqueror was a conqueror in more ways than one. Not only did he burn
down Harrenhal, but he took a wife from each of the Kingdoms that offered him a
wife. Jon often wondered what the first king’s days were like, trying to calm
down the former Queen Regent Sharra Arryn and the young spitfire Argilla
Durrandon, as well as ensuring that his Sister Wives had priority.
It was early in the morning. Jon was leaving the King’s chambers to take a
bath. He left Cersei, Myrcella, Arianne, Asha, Margaery, and Wenda in his large
bed, exhausted and more than happy to sleep the day away. He, however, was the
King. And so he had to work.
“Now it’s just you and me,” Daenerys said, at the end of the bath hall, her
back toward him.
Yeah, work.
“Aye, it is,” Jon replied, and smiled.
Even despite her messy hair, sweat-covered body, she was beautiful. In fact,
they were in the same state. They both wore nothing, and Jon was more than
happy to stare at Dany’s arse as she bent over to turn off the water to the
bath.
It was necessary to have times like these. As much as he might like or even
love his wives and mistresses, it was Daenerys who found her way into his
heart. Dany turned around, her face in a smirk, and her violet eyes shining.
“Come to me, my love,” Dany said.
Jon approached her, wrapping his arms around her. He put his rough hands on her
soft flesh, holding her tight. He touched her back, and stroked it slowly,
tenderly, all while looking into her eyes. Right now, she was the only girl in
the world.
Dany looked up at him, and then turned her head up for a kiss. They kissed each
other, deeply, passionately, until they both decided to enter the warm bath
water. Daenerys sat on his lap as they found a comfortable decision, and they
laid back and enjoyed the peace. They did not always have the time to do this,
but when they found such free time, they used it.
“Do you think our children will marry?” Dany asked Jon.
“You mean Aemon and Rhaenyra,” Jon replied, referring to two of his eldest
children.
“I saw them playing earlier; they were chasing each other and Aemon pulled his
sister’s pigtail,” Dany said.
Jon laughed. “And that means they would fall for each other?” Jon asked with a
smile.
Dany turned around, mock offense in her gait. “Boys do stupid thing when they
like a girl,” she explained.
Jon only smiled, and looked down at her the water dripping down her breasts.
Her small nipples and small breasts were some of his favorite features about
her. Seeing his gazing, Dany smiled and rubbed her chest against his own. Then
his cock rubbed against her stomach.
She moved, reaching down and stroking his dick. It hardened in her soft, small
hands.
Jon groaned, while saying “I love youuuuu” uncontrollably.
That made Dany feel powerful. He was the most powerful man in the world, but if
she could do this, than she was without a doubt the most powerful woman.
“Like that, do you?” Dany asked, her voice suddenly lower.
“Your hands, it’s like touching a goddess,” Jon explained, his breath heavy.
“That’s what you said about my mouth,” Dany replied.
“Everything about you, you are a goddess,” Jon said, groaning as she stroked
him harder. He started moving his hips. He clearly wanted more.
Dany smiled evilly. She touched his cheek with her other hand, making Jon look
deeply into her eyes.
“What do you want? Mouth, cunt, or arse?” she asked seriously.
It was a question she asked quite often. Jon was happy to take whatever she
gave him, but she usually requested he asked. She once said it would help
develop his dominant side, which she seemed to love.
“Arse,” Jon replied quickly, taking in her entire body. She was a goddess
truly, and what better way to make a goddess submit to man.
Dany smiled evilly. “Morning anal, my favorite,” she said, turning around
getting on all fours in the tub. Her head and upper arms remained above the
water, for it was quite shallow. She arched her back, so her backside was right
above the water. She shook her butt and turned her head to look at him. “Want
to buttfuck a Queen?” she asked excitedly.
Jon greedily grabbed her arse and squeezed it. He rubbed his cock against her
core, and between her cheeks. Dany breathed in quickly, moaning as Jon rubbed
her clit with his finger. But then he kept waiting, rubbing her and leaving her
breathless.
“No more foreplay, put it in me,” Dany said, rubbing her arse against his cock,
desperate.
In response, Jon grabbed her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and Dany screamed
a silent scream.
“Beg for it,” Jon said, his voice deep and rough.
“Please, please, please, I’m such a little whore,” she whimpered, “I need your
dick.”
“Heard it before,” Jon said, casually feeling up her tits and arse, leaning his
chest against her back. “What else do you have?”
Before Dany could speak, Jon put two fingers inside her, and removed them
quickly. Dany gasped in frustration.
“I’ll do anything you say,” she moaned defeatedly, “I’m a little slut. Please
fuck me like a whore.”
“Yeah,” Jon said, giving her arse a full smack, making water spray around the
bath, “I’m gonna need more.”
“Please, baby, please fuck my arse,” Dany said, then she looked into his eyes,
“I love you.”
That was different. Jon smirked, and he put his cock at her entrance. Dany
gushed in happiness. And then she put his dick in her arse.
She was so tight, so warm, that he often had to wait until she adjusted before
continuing. So he grabbed her face, and made her look him in the eyes. Her eyes
were full of desperation and love.
“You love me?” Jon asked.
“Truly, more than anything,” Dany answered.
“You want my dick,” Jon asked getting even closer to her face.
“Yes,” she squeaked weakly.
“Well, I liked when you say that. So if you want me to keep going, say you love
me,” Jon let go of her face and fucked her deeper, until he was as far as he
could go. His balls rested against her pussy, and Dany moaned. “Say you love
me.” Jon ordered.
“Ugh, I love you,” Dany struggled to say.
Then Jon pulled out, and did it again. This time he pulled her hair, yanking it
until she said, “I love you,” in a tired and excited voice.
As Jon started fucking her backside, her words got faster. He fucked her
harder, every time hearing “I love you,” in her desperate voice.
He was fucking a goddess, a Dragonlord, a Daughter of Valyria. He felt a
building in loins occurred after hearing mayhaps the three-hundredth “I love
you,” which had deformed into incoherent moaning.
She was already on her second orgasm when Jon came, filling her arse with his
seed. Jon groaned loudly, emptying himself into his Queen. Daenerys was a
moaning mess, and her face fell into the bath water.
Jon grabbed her, pulling her into his embrace where she quickly cuddled into
his chest. She had a dumb smile on her face.
“Every time I think I can’t love you more,” she said lowly.
Jon held her tenderly, and exhaled. If he had never become King, he knew he
would still be the happiest man in the world, as long as he had her. He kissed
her, and at that moment it was only them.
“Remember when we were in Lys,” Jon said, “When you first curled your hair,
perfumed it.”
“I knew you liked it,” Dany said. After seeing Daenerys in full Lysene style,
he hadn’t let go of her for the next two days. Then Dany became aware of the
change in the light. It was no longer dawn. “You should get up,” she said.
“Not you?” Jon replied.
“I must get clean,” she said, “I’m afraid the Hand must get to her solar before
her King.”
“And I cannot-“
“Jon,” Dany said, “I’m afraid you’ll be too busy to join me. Now if you don’t
mind.”
Jon gave her a confused look. Why couldn’t he just join her? Still, her
insistence made him get up, and he walked out into his chambers.
Oh right.
Jon saw before him several beautiful women naked, on his large bed, laid out in
a row with their legs open. They looked down at him with neediness in their
faces.
“We love you too,” Margaery said, cutely, “Your Grace.”
“We thought we’d show it,” Arianne added.
His cock became hard again, as he looked at where to start. He saw a pale,
small girl, and decided to start with Myrcella.
Jon did not make to his solar until midday. He fucked each of his girls, and
before he finished he would move onto the next. From Myrcella to Cersei (first
he made her suck his dick), to Arianne, Wenda, Margaery and finally Asha, Jon
fucked them until he was so close again. Every girl looked up at his, trying to
get him to finished inside them.
He found himself in the middle of the bed, covered in sweat, while every woman
rubbed his body and tried to get his dick. Finally he had to make a decision.
So he all but picked up Myrcella, threw her down, and came inside her.
He could hear Arianne and Asha audibly moan in disappointment. Jon laid back in
bed, tired and needing a break.
“Everyone, take their leave,” Jon ordered, essentially waving his waves away.
As they started to leave, Jon grabbed Cersei’s hand. “Not you; lick my cock.”
Cersei smiled. She wouldn’t get a child out of him, but she had this.
 
Jon went about his duties on the throne as he usually did. Quickly, with
decisive decisions, and a bit of kindness and humor, just so his subjects knew
he was human. He spoke to the Tarlys, Hightowers, Swanns, and Blackwoods, and
ended court early once his Hand walked in. Daenerys arrived as soon as the
majority of Lords had left his attention. She was beautiful, wearing a deep
blue dress which dragged across the marble floor.
“Your Grace,” she said, ever showing how dutiful she was, “I must bring to
attention an issue at the god’s eye.”
“Lady Hand,” Jon replied, “Your company is welcomed here. What is it you wish
to tell me?”
“The last lord of Harrenhal is near death, and Lady Whent is requesting you to
act to prevent the fall of her House,” Daenerys said.
That made him curious. What was she getting at?
“As I understand, Lady Shella has four sons,” Jon replied.
“And all have fallen to unfortunate acts of fate,” Daenerys said, approaching
the throne. “The King, I believe must comfort the old woman, who is seeing the
death of her House.”
“I ask you then, my Hand, when shall I depart,” Jon asked.
Daenerys smiled. “I already have a cart ready, and I recommend an inn for you
to stay in for the night.”
Jon smirked, finally understanding her. His first wife was never too hard to
predict.
So Jon spent the rest of the day saying goodbye to his children and his wives.
He found them all with Margaery, who as usual, was in the child rearing room,
taking care of Garth, Lara, Lysa and Pennilope, while Arianne was chasing
around Helaena and Aemond (Helaena had stolen his toys), while Cersei doted on
her grandchildren while Tywin was breast-feeding with Asha (her daughter
Margaery was asleep).
It took more than several hours to say farewell to each and every one of them,
but Jon always wanted to know all of his kids as best as possible. Helaena
ended up crying in his arms begging him not to go. Looking into her eyes, she
appeared so much like Rhaenys, like her mother Arianne. She probably just
wanted to get his attention by acting up. So Jon kissed her cheek and told her
he would be back soon. It was only a few days ride.
He departed thereafter, with Daenerys left on the throne. It was dark by the
time he arrived in the Riverlands, and his carriage and guards were seeing
wetter and wetter grounds. Indeed, by the time he arrived at the inn it was
raining hard outside.
But there in the darkness was a modest inn and stable, dimly lit, with enough
room for his decent amount of guards and horses. Approaching the inn, his first
guard knocked on the door, and the door opened.
The Kingsguard was met with an mature woman staring in disbelief, and when she
saw the King she gasped. She was of dark hair, with a dirty dress and obviously
well-worked hands.
“Your Grace!” the woman said, before immediately bowing, “I had no idea you
would arrive here.”
“My lady, may my guards and horses find a place in your stables?” Jon asked,
somewhat chuckling.
“Yes, of course,” the woman said, still bowing.
“Good,” Jon replied, then nodding for his guards to leave to their place. “May
I enter?” the King said.
Then woman nodded and got up, fear and awe in her eyes as the King entered her
poor, modest home. It was average, but cozy, with handmaid furniture and
candles lighting the room. Jon looked around, searching.
“I’m to expect that you have children?” Jon asked.
“A-Aye,” the woman said, falling over her words. “I must ask, why are you
here?” But as soon as Jon looked at her she bowed again in fear. “Forgive me, I
have not the capacity to ask.”
Jon simply laughed. “Worry not, my Lady. I am simply tired, and it is raining.
I wish to stay here for the night.”
“You honor us,” the woman replied, her hands clasped. “Please, meet my
children. Agnes, Mallory!” the woman yelled.
Soon two girls came out of another room, one young and another slightly older.
They were common girls, clearly with little experience in perfumes and makeup,
in fancy dresses or etiquette. Then both had long black hair, and the young one
had hers in a braid. Like their mother, they wore working-dresses, dirty and
like old.
“These are my daughters, Agnes is the younger, while this is Mallory” the woman
said. Then she got angry with her daughters. “May your respects to the King
girls!”
Immediately they both knelt and thanked the King for his company, but Jon
simply laughed and waved them to come up.
“No need,” he said, then he turned to the woman, “I imagine you have fallen on
hard times?”
The woman’s face turned red. “Aye, we see so much less business. We haven’t had
a silver stag in nearly a year. We may have to sell our land. How did you know,
Your Grace?”
Jon responded by touching her daughter’s face. Mallory, if he remembered
correctly. The woman stared powerlessly while Jon touched her daughter and the
girl looked shocked. “Occasionally this happens,” Jon said. Then he faced the
woman, and grabbed Agnes’s shoulder, pulling her into to embrace. She simply
gasped. “My Hand will find me some unfortunate souls who need the King’s
attention,” he said.
Then he brought both Mallory and Agnes under his arms. “Show me to the bed. I
am to stay here a few days,” Jon said, “Fucking your daughters and drinking
your wine. For this, you would receive three hundred gold dragons.”
The woman’s mouth gaped in surprise, and then Jon reached up Agnes’s dress,
squeezing her little arse. “And if one of them gets a bastard out of me, you
all become noble ladies. If both, you get a castle” Jon said. Then he smacked
both girls backsides. “Deal?”
Jon was in the mother’s bedroom, with her youngest riding his cock within
twenty minutes.
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