The Bastard king Beyond the Wall Pt 2
Introduction:
The Taking of a Frey.
The council of the people had met in another session that day. From what he had been told, a certain former lord, Tywin Lannister, had almost had the meeting come to blows when he suggested that Jon Snow be replaced with a more capable and older leader. Mainly himself. Jon was content to leave him be for now, but watch the situation closely. He wouldn’t cause unrest by killing him outright until challenged.
A Good wench between the sheets would do right now. Something to take his mind off things. And he knew just the one. He found her working with the others of his Household. “Lady Roslin, wasn’t it?” He called to the brown haired and pretty girl who served him wine in the evenings. She looked up from her work, dark eyes. “Y..yes my Lord.” She murmured. Jon smiled a friendly smile, putting her at ease.
“Would you mind coming with me, there’s something I’d like you to do for me.” He said in an upbeat manner as Roslin nodded. She cleaned her hands of any dirt she had and followed him out and back into his tent. Timid she may be, but Roslin knew what would be coming as soon as they stepped into his tent bedroom. She knew of Catelyn Tully. Everyone had seen the swell of her womb, their leader having taken her like a mare in heat to conceive his bastard. It would seem she was next.
And so when he pushed her onto his bed and kissed her fiercely, she returned it just as deeply. Tongues dancing with each other and her hands pulling him closer.
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In an unknown location….
“You must seduce this Barbarian, Sister. Warm his bed and make him fall in love with you. Only then can i have enough of his ear to demand an army to go south of the walls remains and reclaim Westeros.”
“It is a Wasteland brother. It is still a frozen Hell out there. Even a dragon wouldn’t survive it….”
“SILENCE!! Do NOT wake the dragon sister. I will go back and reclaim the Seven Kingdoms. All this nonsense of it still being a frozen wasteland are nothing but rumours. The 400 Maesters we have left have seen the signs. Summer is here again. Though you couldn’t tell from this icy cage.”
“But we would be killed if i am noticed. Those left from Westeros would know my heritage on sight. I know there are some ladies from Volantis here who have the looks of those from pentos and Valeria who look like me but my eyes would give me away.”
“ENOUGH!! You will do as ordered, sweet sister. Go to him. Make him notice you. It should be easy enough. Let him between your legs and bare him some brats. I don’t care how you do it. But i will have my army.”
“…..Yes brother.”
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Roslin’s entire body felt on fire with wanton lust. She spread her legs as wide as possible, feeling Jon’s tongue on her wet cunt. Her cunt gushed out what seemed like whole rivers of hot cunt juice. It flowed out her pussy and splashed down her thighs and onto furs of the bed.
Jon was savoring the fragrance and taste of his lover’s hot cunt juice. He moved one hand down to her pussy, thrusting his fingers between her wet cunt lips. He continued to suck and nibble her heavy tits. His fingers slipped wetly into her juicy pussy as her pussy juices covered his hands. She moaned loudly and tossed her head back and forth in the lust.
Jon knew that she was more than ready for his hard cock. “Ohhhh, Fuck me, lord Snow,” Roslin moaned, thrusting her pussy against his hand. “Fuck me now, Take me like a Common whore!” Her voice was filled with lust. She was begging like a needy tavern maid for his cock. “I can’t wait any longer, Lord Snow. Please fuck me. Fuck me and let me bare your child.”
The magic words. Words that made Jon shiver with lust at seeing another of these Westeros ladies bare his seed in their womb, watching as his cum quickened within her and made her heavy with an heir. They called him the snow wolf and he needed to have his pack and pups.
He covered her mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue between her full lips to meet her own. Roslin opened her mouth wide and pressed her tongue against his as she sucked loudly and wetly on his tongue, pressing lips harder and harder against his, mouth. If these was what it was like taking these young ladies then Sansa would soon find him between her legs, pumping a bastard into her.
Jon climbed on top of his lover’s willing body. He felt her breasts pressed against his chest, making his thick cock grow even harder. “I hear you Freys are a fertile lot. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be giving me twins for the rest of your life.”
Roslin felt his large cockhead pressing against her and she spread her legs wider for him, as wide as she could, wriggling her hips impatiently for his cock.
“I’m going to fuck you and ruin this cunt for anyone but me, you wanton slut!” Jon whispered into her ear.
He soon fit his huge prick snugly into the wet slit of her tight cunt. He then gave a deep thrust which sent his thick cock shooting all the way into her wet pussy, beating into her cervix. She could feel his balls, heavy with sperm, right against her ass.
As her lover began to slowly pump his hips, pummeling her wet pussy, Roslin moved to meet his thrusts, pumping her cunt up and down on his huge cock, clenching and unclenching her tight cunt walls around his thick cock.
He pumped his cock deeply into her hot, grasping pussy. Her humbly offered ass shook under the impact of his thick pole and her cunt walls tightened with the pleasure she felt from his pounding prick. He was ramming it in deeper and harder with each thrust into her cunt.
“I’m cummminnng!” She suddenly squealed, grabbing onto her lover tightly and pressing his hard body against her soft one as she wrapped her legs around him, unwilling to let go. Her cunt walls spasmed and gushed out her hot pussy juice, filling the tent with her scent and trickling down her soft thighs and splashing down onto the furs.
Without a word, his lips crashed onto her as his cock sought her cervix and began to unload huge amounts of sperm into her willing and fertile womb. His balls spasmed and shook as they let loose a thick payload pf virile seed into her young and willing body, seeding her with a child, another of Jon’s heirs. The creamy jizz filled her thoroughly as she sucked on his tongue fiercely with her lips, same as how her cunt desperately sucked out his cum, eager for conception.
She held him possessively, refusing to unwrap her legs and arms around his body as he covered them with furs to begin their rest. Her tongue finding his own as she kissed him passionately for then next 10 minutes before finally snuggling into him and letting him rest his head among her sweet smelling hair.
Unknown to her, Catelyn Tully and any other of the women he would take, the powerful dragon bloodline of the Targaryen bloodline would mix with all manner of both noble and commoner blood by the time Jon was done. But one of the purest unions would soon to come, as their mother was quickly approaching his tent.
