The Bastard and the Whore.

Chapter 3: Celebrations. (This chapter contains smut.)

Jon POV

Jon smiled as he watched everyone celebrating. On Mance's request and Tormund's insistence, Jon has agreed to host a small feast to celebrate the Starks being back at Winterfell. Roose Bolton had been dead by the time they arrived at the castle and once Ramsay saw the Knights of the Vale he tucked tail and ran. Some of the Free Folk managed to capture him and brought him to Stannis who left his death to Sansa.

Jon turned his head and looked at everyone who was sitting at the head table with him. Stannis was sitting with his usual grumpy expression. It was clear he didn't care for the festivities which Jon could understand, but he found it pleasant to have a distraction from everything.

Sansa and Ros were talking with Princess Shireen who was telling them about one of the books she had read with Davos.

Tormund was too drunk to form complete sentences and was half heartedly flirting with any woman that would listen to him. He stumbled towards Sansa before backing off once Jon glared at him.

Mance was laughing at Tormund's drunken antics while trying to coax Stannis to join in with the fun to no avail.

Jon turned his gaze back to Ros who gave him a cheeky grin and a wink. His heart rate sped up and a warmth flooded his body. He didn't know what is was about seeing Ros again but it was driving him crazy. Ros giggled when she noticed Jon staring at her, causing his eyes to dart away from her as his cheeks turned bright red.

"Are you Well Lord Stark?" Shireen asked with a bright smile.
"Aye. I've just had too much to drink." Jon replied making Tormund laugh.
"TOO MUCH? HA! A FUCKING CHILD COULD MANAGE MORE ALE THAN YOU!" He obnoxiously shouted making Stannis roll his eyes.
"Perhaps it is time to end the feast." Stannis said still not showing any emotion as he stood from his chair.
"Aye. I think that would be best." Mance agreed as Tormund staggered around the room barely able to stand. The majority of the people were drunk, free folk and southerners alike.

Ros POV

Ros drunkenly stumbled through the hallways of Winterfell. All of the Bolton banners had been torn down and replaced with Stark ones. Only instead of a Grey Direwolf on a white field the colours had been reversed on Stannis's order to honour the nick name that Jon had earned. The White Wolf.

Many thought that Sansa would have been outraged at this but she cheered Jon on the loudest to the annoyance of Lord Baelish.

Ros found herself in front of the Lords chambers, Jon's chambers and without thinking she entered to find the man in question staring out the window as the fire crackled in the hearth.

"Lord Stark?" Ros said softly as she walked behind him.
"Ros. You startled me. And I've told you it's Jon." He told her after turning around to face her with a warm, kind smile. Jon sat down on the end of his bed and she sat right next to him so their legs were touching. Ros rested her head on his lean shoulder causing her fiery locks to cover half of his back and his arm.

"Can I ask you a question?" Ros asked after several minutes of silence.
"Of course." Jon replied.
"All those years ago, when you came to the brothel. Why did you pay me but not ask for anything in return?" She questioned as their eyes met each other.
"I... I wanted too... I couldn't bare the thought of fathering a bastard. I couldn't do that to the child... to you." Jon explained with a sorrowful face.

Ros didn't saying anything else. She crashed her lips against his rough ones in a heated kiss. She swung her legs over his and straddled him. Her hands went to his chest and started to remove his tunic.

"What are you doing?" Jon asked breathlessly, his hands were still by his side not sure what to do with them.

"I'm giving you your money's worth." Ros whispered in a sultry tone before capturing his lips in another heated kiss. She took hold of his calloused hands and guided them to her ass. Jon gently kneaded her through her dress as Ros hurriedly removed his tunic and broke away from the kiss to admire his toned chest.

She ran her hands down his chest and slowly traced his numerous scars with her gentle touch before leaning in and placing a tender kiss on the scar over his heart.

"I think I'm wearing too many clothes." Ros whispered into his hear before gently biting down on the lobe.

Jon's heart was pounding in his chest as he lifted her dress over her head revealing her ivory skin and ample breasts he brought his hands up to cup and play with her breasts.

Ros moaned and started to rock her hips making his cock harden rapidly in his breeches. "I... I need you n now Oh!" Ros cried out as Jon leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She moaned louder and rocked her hips harder trying to get more friction to her soaking cunt.

Tired with the teasing, Ros pushed Jon back so he was laying on the bed and practically ripped off his breeches and small clothes before removing her own small clothes. She straddled him and rubbed her cunt over his cock to lubricate it with her juices.

Jon groaned and clenched the sheets with his hand. "Please." He begged as Ros continued to tease him.
"Please what?" The former whore taunted with a playful smirk.
"Please fuck me!" Jon said as he bucked his hips up into hers.
"You'll have to do better than that Milord." Ros grinned at Jon's obvious frustration.
"Fuck me now! Your Lord Commands it!" Jon practically shouted.

Ros smiled widely and placed on hand one his chest to steady herself as she lifted her hips and grabbed his cock with the other hand. She pumped it twice before rubbing the head against her folds and finally sinking it inside of her.

They moaned in unison as Ros lowered herself completely. She was surprisingly tight considering her previous profession.

She slammed down on him, her hands bracing his chest as he bucks up with a curse. She begins a slow pace, hands pressing him firmly down as her hips undulate over him, her breasts jiggling softly with the harsh pace she sets and Jon is babbling beneath her with his eyes closed.

He braced his hands on the bed, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around her, helping to slam her down on him again and again and again. He latched his mouth on to her left nipple before switching to the other, moaning and sucking around the bud and she keened, hands flying into his hair to keep him there. His right hand caressed her back as he moved it, stroking her hip and then moving down to the bundle of nerves just above her sex.

"Yes," she moaned as she released him from her breast to allow her to bury her face in his neck and felt him do the same, his breath against her making her shiver against him, her arms tightened around his neck. She whimpered as she felt her pleasure course through her, falling boneless against him.

"Ros," he groaned desperately, giving her a kiss on the shoulder before he flipped them over, pushing her legs up to her chest. His thrusts were desperate, she knew he wouldn't last much longer. She wasn't going to have another release from this but she liked the feel of him moving within her all the same.

"Pull... pull out! I... I want to taste you!" Ros said between moans. Jon gave one more deep thrust before slowly pulling out. They both groaned at the loss of each other's bodies before Ros got on her hands and knees in front of his throbbing cock and licked it from base to tip. Jon moaned and ran his hands through her hair before she sucked the tip between her luscious lips and began bobbing her head up and down his length.

"Oh fuck Ros... so good." Jon moaned. It didn't take long before he could feel his climax nearing. "I'm gonna finish!" He cried out.

This only spurred Ros on as she bobbed her head on his length faster and harder. Jon's head fell back and he groaned as he shot thick spurts of his seed down her throat.

Ros hummed on his cock and swallowed down all of his seed before pulling off and giving his softening member one last kiss.

They collapsed onto the large bed together with their arms and legs intwined. "Did I Please you Milord?" Ros asked sleepily.
"Very much so." Jon said with a grin as his eyes closed. "I love you." He muttered.
"I love you too." Ros said with a wide smile and a soft kiss. They both quickly drifted off to sleep holding each other close.