Though, despite his protests of her state, he would never leave her rooms with even a drop of his virile semen in his balls, making sure they either went into her belly or flooded her cunt full. Her green eyes opened as she watched him for a moment, lifting my cock up to bud the pout of her bottom lip over his throbbing cockhead and shaft, groaning lustily at the shamelessness of her act before swallowing my cock again. Just like the Targaryen women of old, her beauty never seemed to leave her as she grew older. She pumped his slowly as her tongue darted out to flick and lick the underside of his cockhead, swallowing it again before working her tongue once more. #######################
(9 months before….)
The nights at Winterfell were cold, even with the warm furs and heat from the fireplace in her room. Needed her badly. Tongues sweetened by wine, they kissed deeply as Jon began to harden again.
