Dany has her turn

“Later, there’s still one left,” Arya answered, glancing up at Daenerys. The Targaryen queen was already fingering herself, her arousal clearly evidenced by the wet trail on her thighs.

“But…”

With an exaggerated sigh, Arya grabbed Sansa by her hair, giving it a gentle pull. Sansa moved off of Jon with a moan before collapsing next to Arya. The sisters kissed each other once before Arya began kissing her way down Sansa’s body.

“Arya?” Sansa moaned. “What are you—ooooh!” she gasped as her younger sister began to drink the spunk from Sansa’s slit.

Ignoring the sisters and the chanting—which now sounded closer to orgasmic wailing than religious droning—Daenerys took her turn on top of Jon Snow. Whereas Arya was young and inexperienced and Sansa had never had a healthy relationship, Daenerys was an experienced rider in all senses of the word.

She let out a soft sigh as she felt Jon’s cock fill her up once again. Her hands traveled up his body, feeling his hard muscles. There was a warmth in his skin now—the Night King’s wound was now a simple raw patch of skin. Encouraged, Daenerys took Jon’s hands band brought them up to her full breasts. Her full orbs had grown since she had first lain with Khal Drogo, encouraged by her pregnancy and they had simply never shrunk in size.

Whereas Arya and Sansa’s movements had been frantic, Dany didn’t lose control. Not even when her skin was glistening with sweat or her breath became ragged with exertion. She was using all of her skill to pleasure Jon Snow. She was using her pussy to pull him back up from the depths of ****.

She leaned down and kissed Jon, feeling warmth in his body. It made her redouble her efforts, riding him harder and faster. Nearby Sansa shrieked her orgasm as Arya sucked on her clit. Hardly waiting to catch her breath, the older sister leaned down and began devouring Arya, her tongue wagging wildly. The Lady of Winterfell was behaving more like a bitch in heat than a noblewoman, shamelessly tasting another woman’s flower—her own sister’s flower! But her tongue moved faster than she could control. It sought out every fold of Arya’s hairy pussy, diving into her recently plundered depths, before swirling wildly, trying to find other holes to dive into. Sansa traveled across Arya’s ticklish taint, making the younger girl gasp, before her tongue pressed eagerly against Arya’s tight little asshole.

Arya gave a girlish scream as Sansa pushed her way inside, pushing open Arya’s backdoor. Now it was the youngest Stark’s turn to hold on for dear life as she was pleasured by her sibling.

They were all committing ****, Dany realized. Even if he was still called ‘Snow’ he was Dany’s nephew. Even if he wasn’t really Sansa and Arya’s half-brother, he still bore Stark blood. But Dany didn’t care. All she knew was that she loved him. Arya and Sansa loved him. The world may view their union with disgust, they may view it as unnatural, but they would endure. Jon had saved the world. He would fuck who he wanted.

The thought let out a flood from within Daenerys Stormborn that she could not hold back. She found herself collapsing on top of Jon, clutching him as she came like a drowning person clings to a raft. As she cried out, Arya, Sansa, and Melisandre’s voices joined her in ecstasy.

“Come back to me,” she said to Jon Snow. “Come—”

And then she cried out once again as he did exactly that.

His hips thrust upwards, burying his pulsing cock deep inside of her as he filled her womb. His eyes opened wide as he gasped, like a diver finally coming up for air. He let out a delicious moan before Dany’s lips were on him once again, kissing him desperately and passionately as he slowly came to his senses.

Arya and Sansa’s grinding slowed as they slowly became aware of Jon’s revival. They disengaged, eager to see him once again.

“You—you came!” Dany smiled, crying tears of joy.

“Of course, I did,” Jon murmured with a smile. “I seem to have done everything else in the room.”

“Not quite,” Arya replied, leaning in close. “You haven’t fucked any of us in the ass yet.”