Jon gets some answers

Jon stared up at the young woman currently straddling him, her body slick with sweat and her cunt sticky with his cum. Her chestnut hair hung loose as she leaned over her him, almost the exact same colour as Margaery's, its length concealing a face that was also frightening in how similar it was to his wife's. He had taken Margaery at her word that the girl was her kin and only a fool would dismiss shared blood given how much the two looked like sisters, but he couldn't bring himself to believe the young woman's outrageous claims.

"Alysanne is a babe," He told the woman firmly, "I don't know how you found out about her, but this jape is grotesque."

A sad frown settled across the woman's comely face. "It is no jape!" her hands desperately snatched one of Jon's and held it against her breast, he could feel her heartbeat beneath the succulent flesh, "I swear to every God, I am your daughter. I have always been your daughter."

"I saw Alysanne weeks ago," He insisted, pushing the woman off, "You're a woman grown!"

She gathered herself up on her knees and looked at him with a pleading expression. "I am what I am...please papa, I can't explain it...but this is me."

It was madness, pure and utter madness and anger was swirling within Jon at the woman's delirious insistence, but before he could do anything about the woman's ravings, a voice cut through the room behind him. "She's telling the truth Jon,"

He did not know how long Margaery had been in the room, but she did not seem surprised in the slightest as she approached two on the tangled and soiled mess of the bed. "The servants came to me at Highgarden while you were away, speaking of...strange tidings, but once I saw it with my own eyes I could not argue...Alysanne was growing," she sat down beside her daughter, the similarity enough to be unnerving to Jon, "In a week she went from a babe to a child, within two weeks she was already a woman flowered," she gently moved a lock of hair from her daughter's face and caressed her affectionately, "It is the work of the Gods...look how lovely she's grown, my love, are you not proud?"

Jon did not even get a chance to speak before Margaery captured their daughter's lips with her own and hungrily kissed the younger woman. There was a **** aggression and already the older woman was ridding herself of her clothing whilst her daughter hurried in caressing every inch she could find. The sight was unmistakably arousing to Jon, but there was something frightening about it too and slowly he moved away and quickly adorned his breeches.

His movements drew identical sets of eyes as mother and daughter ceased their actions, watching him with an almost hypnotic expression. "You must stay," Margaery urged reaching out for him, "you have fuck me, my love, give me another child....it is only fair now that you have blessed our daughter."

"What in the name of the Gods do you mean..."

His words died in his throat as he looked down at Alysanne's bare stomach, eyes wide as he saw decent sized bump already forming. A child growing within, his own grandchild. Internally he cursed the potion he had been gifted, horror rising in his chest.

Alysanne smiled at him with a predators gaze. "Come father, together we shall make a new empire..."