Jon gets a handjob from Cersei

“So you’re saying I have to make a choice? You’re not the first,” Jon clenched his hands into fists, fighting the urge to cum as Cersei kept tormenting him.

“I have already made your choice for you,” the queen hissed, jerking faster. “You are Rhaegar, son of Rhaegar Targaryen. The path of the dragon is your destiny. The only person who still has to realise what you are is you.”

Then another hand was coming up behind him, sliding over his behind as Myrcella put a finger right up his arse. Jon groaned, holding onto Cersei’s shoulder as he felt his cock throb with release.

Falling onto a chair, he was dimly aware of the white shower arcing over the balcony from his cock. Cersei slid down next to him, wrapping an arm around him possessively.

“Well done,” she murmured, kissing his neck. “That was a direct shot.”

Jon blinked his eyes open as his cock went limp. Sansa and Arya were both looking up at him, wide-eyed at the sight of their bastard brother embracing the queen. Both their faces and their pinched nipples were covered in his cum.

And Jon realised how much of an impossible situation he had found himself in.

As two pale, bedraggled figures were poked and prodded out from the depths of hell.

The last surviving Starks were reunited once more.

All the strength left Jon’s body as he recognised his sisters’ faces. Half from horror and half from exhaustion, he fell to his knees before the throne of Cersei Lannister.