Jon is reunited with Sansa and Arya

Jon looked over the balcony as a trapdoor groaned open right below him. A terrible stench, of sweaty warm bodies and fetid semen, wafted out from the pit.

Confused, he watched as a naked redhead rose from out of the pit on some kind of platform. She had her back to him but he could see her arse shake slightly as her hips moved, her hands on a mop of dark hair from where someone appeared to be kneeling with their head in between her legs.

For a moment, with a surge of hope, Jon wondered if it was Ygritte. Then he saw how straight the woman’s red hair was, and how tall she looked in front of the other court ladies, and his heart fell.

He realised he was hearing his sister’s moans.

“Go on,” Sansa gasped. “Keep going.”

Myrcella clapped her hands together and giggled as another trapdoor opened up. Here, two women were also right in the midst of cunnilingus. A dusky, slender girl with an amazing arse groaned, her hands clenching her large breasts as Jon recognised Missandei, Dany’s translator. He surreptitiously tried to put a hand in front of himself as he felt the blood go to his cock. At least with this second trapdoor he did not have to feel guilty about finding the spectacle arousing.

Especially when it was Daenerys Targaryen’s silver head bobbing and tongue lapping between the former ****’s legs. Missandei’s head fell back as she moaned deeply, a smile flittering across her face as her lashes fluttered. Her hands moved down and then flexed, as if she was repressing the urge to grab Dany’s hair and face-fuck her. The only reason the translator had for holding back was probably because of her mistress’ former position of power.

Jon’s gaze was dragged back across the arena as Sansa did in fact grab her lover’s head, pulling them deeper between her clenching thighs.

“Oh, oh, wow,” the redhead said breathily, her eyes opening as she craned her neck down at the brunette who was not just eating her out but also grabbing her arse with both hands. “Ooh, where did you learn that?”

His sister’s playful tone of voice said it all. With a sinking feeling in his heart, Jon suspected that he knew who the brunette was eating his sister out. Cersei had promised a family reunion, after all.

He looked over to the Queen. “What is this, Cersei?”

She just smiled back at him, then nodded to Taena Merryweather. “I agree, this has dragged on for too long. I want to see some new entertainment.”

“That wasn’t what I-” Jon trailed off as Cersei’s lady-in-waiting rang a gigantic Valyrian steel gong in a screeching peal that brought everything to a stop in the arena beneath them.

Sansa fell silent and stepped back, her hands falling to her sides as she turned around warily.