Lysa

Jon blinked a little as he worked the sleep from his eyes, but there was no mistaking the woman before. Lysa Tully was wearing the flimsiest shred of clothing he had ever seen and revealed almost all of the naked body underneath. While Lysa’s face seemed puffy and harsh in places, her body was slim and Jon found himself hardening at the sight. Judging by the points of her nipples poking the shift, she felt the same.

She came to Jon without word, pulling back the furs of his bed and slipping beside him, her clothing removed. Jon reached out and cupped her freshly shaven mound, his fingers gentle dipping inside. Her cunt glistened in excitement.

“You really want this,” He smirked, “don’t you?”

Lysa spread her legs wide to him, toyed with her tits. “More than anything.”

Jon laughed and thrust inside. The moan she made was loud enough to fill the room, her whole body squeezing him delightfully. “You’ll wake the damn castle,” He pulled out, flipped the woman around so that her face was against a pillow and then thrust back inside.

Her wild moans continued, but were thankfully muffled by the pillow. Jon delighted in the way her lean body moved and strained against, her ass up and her head down as his hands clenched tightly on her hips. He slammed into her without care, basking in her submission.

“Oh gods,” she moaned turning her face to look at him, “You’re the biggest I’ve had...you’re a beast!”

Jon moved his hips and angled into her from another angle, his cock hitting inside of her at the right spot to get a yelp of pleasure out of her. “If I’m a beast, then you’re my bitch, isn’t that so?”

Her blues looked intent. “Yes,” she whispered in a husky voice, “I’m You’re breeding bitch!”

“So that’s what you want?” He growled animalistically and thrust hard each time, his cock hitting her womb like a battering Ram. “ I’m going to do it then,” he grunted, forcing her further into the bed, “I’m...going to fuck a child into you... and turn you into my brood mare,” his hands grasped at her firm ass fiercely, “All you will know...is my cock keeping you fat with my pups for the rest of your days.”

Lysa was clawing at the bed and moaning, wild against him like a maniac. He reached out and **** her head down hard as he fucked the last remnants of himself into her, reaching his release deep into her feverishly fertile womb.

Lysa whined as he pulled out but quickly turned around to reach out with dainty fingers to take hold of his half-hard prick and place her lips over it. She moaned happily around his shaft and slid her tongue up and down it, claiming the last of his seed.

“You’ll be back here tomorrow night too,” he growled, taking a knot of auburn hair fiercely, “and the next, and the next. You’ll live and die by this cock, and when I return to the Capitol you shall attend me. Is that understood?”

The Tully woman moaned around his manhood again, seeming to agree with the notion. Jon smiled and thrust down her throat. “I intend a breed a small army out of you my slut.”

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