Arisen

Jaehaerys III

Three days had passed since Sansa had arrived in the capital. It didn't seem like that to him at all, it felt like she had been here for weeks. Well, this may be because he was doing everything he could to avoid her. He was still hurt massively by what she had done, and the fact she had skirted around it and made herself seem like the one not at fault irked him. He'd been told by numerous people that some people won't care about a link, and will use said link to get what they want often. Deep down, he hoped this wasn't the case, but as more time passed, he realised there was more truth to it.

To say he was unsatisfied with her answer was an understatement. This combined with the fact her face was contorting in on itself. Over the years since he had faced his first massive betrayal which he still carried the scars of, he had learned how to read people. Nowhere near as well as Arya could though, but not far behind her in that. As much as she had not said anything, he knew she was plotting something, and she was trying to get them to befriend her so it would be easier for her to do so. But what was she planning?

A part of him knew what it was, remembering the words that wretched mockingbird spoke to him in the crypts. Of how he had loved Catelyn and now loved Sansa. Just thinking of the man made his skin feel like he had thousands of gnats crawling all over him. Blood boiling to an unnatural level that came with a mixture of being a dragon and a wolf. The dragon was beginning to awaken in him, he could feel it clawing away underneath the pelt and trying to break free from his bastard armour to be on full display. He'd tried to repress it in Winterfell when he had found out, but it was only a matter of time before the truth comes out regarding him, and he was not going to become someone's pawn.

Perhaps that was why he was so distrustful of Sansa. She had undermined him at almost every opportunity when he had been crowned and she had made it known she only saw Daenerys as a foreigner taking something that didn't believe was hers. Why had she suddenly switched to being helpful, not arguing, and being nice to his betrothed? He'd cornered Arya about it the day prior, her confirming she thought her actions were strange too which solidified his gut feeling. He needed to find out what game she was playing.

He rolled over underneath the furs to be met with a lot of silver hair. Some strands tickling his exposed skin as he placed an arm around her, the woman curling against him like a snail in its shell. Soft snores were falling from her lips and he spotted a little bit of dribble on the pillow beside her mouth. This caused him to snort a little and this jolted her awake, reddening in embarrassment as she spotted the small wet patch. She turned to face him now and she shot him a wolfish grin before kicking a leg over his and flipping him onto his back. Marwyn had began loosening his bandages as his ribs were finally beginning to heal. There was still a lot of bruising there, but it was nowhere near as bad as it was before. He watched intently as she swivelled her hips directly over his cock, desperately trying to hold in a moan.

This woman was going to be the death of him, he knew that for certain.

How had he gotten so lucky? People payed huge sums of money to lay with anyone with the blood of Valyria, yet he gets it for nothing. A part of him wondered what people would think. His parents, Eddard, Benjen, Aemon, Robb, the list went on and on. There was a fair chance he would've been betrothed to Daenerys anyway if things did go differently during the rebellion, aunt and nephew was not frowned upon much. He didn't have much time to think as she suddenly sheathed him whole with her searing cunt, his cock twitching within her as she did so. They'd coupled dozens of times since getting together, but he was always left in a daze every time.

She started slow, getting used to having him inside her, but it didn't take her long before she was bouncing at a fast pace. Her tits bouncing with every movement and her mouth opened just slightly as soft moans fell from her lips. He steadily bucked his own hips to meet her own after a minute or so, burning the sensation of having Daenerys Targaryen fuck him in his mind. His palms moved to her breasts to softly massage them, and he watched as she raised the back of her hand to her mouth- her way of suppressing a scream. Before she could react, he gripped her hips and flipped her over so she was on her back and he was atop her, wasting no time in filling her again. Snapping his hips forward at an animalistic pace and watching her face contort in total bliss.