Jon gives in

Jon stood trembling, the weight of their combined gazes upon him as heavy as the weight of his name. To refuse would be to deny the very power that had birthed this moment, this twisted opportunity for retribution against those who had scorned and dismissed him for so long.

Bastard-born, ever the outsider in Winterfell's halls, he had been made to feel less by highborn lips like theirs—why should he deny himself this stolen warmth, this perverse balancing of scales?

Fingers grazed the small of his back, trailing lower with a touch both gentle and demanding—Cersei's hand, her breath hot against his ear as she purred, "We are yours, Jon. Yours to command, yours to pleasure. Let us worship you as you deserve."

Jaime pressed close from his other flank, her lips grazing the slope of his shoulder, kindling sparks that seared like wildfire through wool and skin alike. "I have longed for you these many moons, Jon," she murmured, her breath a warm gust against his neck, as her fingers entwined with Cersei's in a languid glide across his chest. "Let me show you what you've been missing."

Their hands worked in tandem, deft fingers making quick work of his cloak, his shirt, his breeches, until he stood before them bare as the day he was born. The cool air kissed his skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of their gazes as they drank him in, lips parting in hunger.

"You're so handsome," Cersei murmured, her fingers cradling Jon’s jaw, the pad of her thumb gliding along the swell of his lower lip. "I could devour you whole."

Jaime chuckled, low and throaty, her fingers wrapping around his hardening length. "Not without a taste for me first," she purred, stroking him slowly, firmly, her eyes locked on his. "Let me pleasure you, Jon. Let me worship you with my mouth until you forget your own name."

His breath snagged in his throat, hips bucking forward of their own will into the heat of her grasp. The spectacle of these two fierce women—lionesses of the Rock, one a queen and the other a knight reborn—bent to his whim, beseeching him for the chance to lavish pleasures upon his flesh, weighed upon him nigh unbearable. Yet a fiercer craving clawed within. He yearned for more. Hungered for it.

"Both of you," he rasped, his voice rough with desire. "I want both of you on your knees before me."

Cersei and Jaime exchanged a look, a silent communication passing between them, before sinking to their knees in unison. They knelt before him, heads bowed in submission, waiting for his command.

"Please," Cersei whispered, her eyes pleading up at him. "Let us taste you. Let us bring you pleasure like you've never known."

Jaime echoed her words with a low growl, her hand never ceasing its steady strokes. "We're yours, Jon. Command us."

Jon's mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed down at the two most beautiful women he had ever seen, kneeling before him in supplication. The power thrummed through him, egging him on, urging him to take what was his by right.

"Put your mouths on me," he growled, his voice a dark command. "Show me how much you want to please me."

Cersei and Jaime moved in unison, their lips and tongues working over every inch of his throbbing length. They took turns licking and sucking, their hands roaming over his thighs, his hips, his chest, as they worshipped him with their mouths.

The sight of them, on their knees before him, pleasuring him with such fervour and hunger, was almost too much to bear. Jon's head fell back, his hips rocking into their mouths as they worked him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck," he gasped, his fingers tangling in their hair as they brought him right to the brink of orgasm. "I'm going to come."

But before he could, Cersei pulled back, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock in a firm grip. "Not yet," she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. "We want to ride you, Jon. We want to feel you inside us as we come undone around you."

Jaime nodded in agreement, her hand joining Cersei's on his cock. "Let us mount you," she said, her voice a low purr. "Let us ride you until we forget where we end and you begin."

Jon could only nod in agreement, his mind too fogged with lust to form words. Cersei and Jaime helped him onto the bed, positioning him in the centre of the furs before kneeling on either side of him.

"Who first?" Cersei asked, her hand trailing down his chest as she leaned in for a kiss. "Me or her?"