Go with Dany.

“I think I could spare some time to get rested,” he smiled at Dany and offered her his arm, “Will you lead the way my lady?”

The princess grinned up at him. “At once, my Prince.”

They moved through the damp and winding hallways of Dragonstone until finally settling on a large chamber. The princess smiled at her nephew. “It’s close to mine, I think you’ll like it.”

He was shown into the room, and despite the oppressive stone made from volcanic rock and the heavy dragon asthetic that had been carved into nearly every face of the room, Jon was impressed. He felt a strange warmth rush through every stone, and some part of his Targaryen blood singed with purpose as he stepped forward. The door behind him closed quietly and when Jon turned around, all words left him as he spotted Dany.

The Princess lay against the door, her dress peeled down to reveal her two perky breasts and pointed pink nipples. Dany looked at him with unbridled lust and with a speed he did not think she possessed, threw herself at Jon, her mouth capturing his own and her tongue slithering into his mouth to claim his. Jon was stunned, but only for a moment and quickly he allowed his passions to consume him, tasting her, sucking her tongue, his hands roaming her body and squeezing her tits fiercely. The princess let out a groan of pleasure and the two of them moved to the bed, **** to remove each other’s clothes.

Once they were naked, Dany pulled away and lay back, legs spread for him. Her hands began to play with her shaved mound. “Oh Jon...please, fuck me....make a woman out of me. Make me your woman.”

There was a part of Jon that urged restraint, but he was too far gone in his lust and he pushed his cock deep into his aunt’s wet pussy, pushing forward until he was well and truly hilted. He took a moment to savour the feeling, to allow her to adjust to his size, and then pulled himself out before slamming himself back home again.

Dany’s moans were unrestrained, and her hands clung to him desperately as she urged him on and on, “deeper,” she cried, “harder!”

He continued on without restraint, their fucking becoming an animalistic thing as he bite her deeply on the shoulder before quickly silencing her cries with a fierce kiss. Soon he felt himself speeding up, his release imminent and to his surprise Dany locked her legs about him, locking him in place until finally he flooded her hungry womb with his seed.

They remained locked together, kissing for some time before finally parting. Exhausted, and stinking of sweat and sex.

Sobriety came back to them, and he felt the enormity of his actions. He looked over at his aunt with a concerned look, but the younger woman merely smiled. “Don’t trouble yourself,” she pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. “If you take me with you, we can do this every night.”