Myrcella

It took Jon a moment to process what he was seeing and feeling. Slobbering away at his cock was none other than his betrothed, trying her best (and failing admirably) to take his full manhood down her throat. Her eyes met his, and she squeaked in surprise, drawing back at once to the foot of his bed.

“M-my Prince,” she said in a small voice, “I’m so sorry...I...”

Jon blinked the sleep from his eyes, but quickly recovered and gave the girl a reassuring look. “It’s...it’s alright,” he breathed out a laugh, “you just surprised me, is all. But...my lady, what are you doing in my bed.”

Myrcella looked at him as if he had sprouted a second head. “I’m giving you...pleasure, of course,” her hands fidgeted and toyed with her golden locks, “I’m proving my worth to you as a wife, as is natural. My mother said as much.”

The Prince looked at the girl in utter astonishment. He had seen and heard some wild things in his time, but the sincerity in the young maiden’s voice truly surprised him. Had Lady Cersei been planning to whore out her daughter to him as a twisted means of courting him herself? Or was a much more sinister game afoot? If Jon had not controlled himself better and taken the poor girl’s maidenhood before marriage it might well have been seen as a grave insult and just the excuse needed for an altercation between Houses Targaryen and Lannister.

“You don’t need to do that,” he said quietly, reaching out to take her hand, “you have nothing to prove to me, no matter what your mother or brother might say. When we are married we will discover these things together,” he smiled at her, hoping to gently reassure her that she was not unwanted, “but until then it is not proper for us to be as...intimate. No matter how much we may want it.”

Her eyes widened and a smile spread across her lovely face. “So you do want it then!”

“There is little I desire more,” he promised, “But I cannot take your maidenhood, not yet.”

The girl was silent for a time as she considered, before a cheeky grin broke across her face. “What if I took you in my mouth again? Just for a bit?”

Despite a voice in his head screaming for him to be careful, he could not deny the lovely and supple young woman sitting before him. He hungered to feed her his cock with a sudden desire that was overwhelming.

“All right,” he said at last, gesturing to his proud cock, “go ahead...feast.”

With a girlish squeal she dove down, licking his length until it was well and truly bathed in her saliva. Her mouth opened and she began sucking on his cockhead until her cheeks hollowed, **** to coax out his seed. He laid back and enjoyed the show, wondering where she had learnt to suck cock so well, his hand clenching and clench as she began to bob up and down on his length once more.

It was not long before the beast within was loosed, and his hands went to her head, grasping her golden curls and directing her down further and further, pumping into her greedy mouth with everything he had. He could hear her gag, but ignored it as he thrust again and again, holding her to his crotch as he unloaded a stream of seed right down into her stomach before pulling away.

Myrcella gasped for air, coughing roughly for a moment before looking up at him uncertainly. She licked her lips, considering the taste that flooded her mouth and throat, and asked, “ Did I...please...My Prince.”

“Yes,” Jon said, reaching down to caress her cheek lovingly, “you did amazingly well. But I think right now you must leave, lest we are caught.”

She nodded at once and began to smooth out her shift. With another look of longing, she left the chambers. Jon stared at the door long after she had left, wondering to himself what kind of game he had found himself, deep in the lion’s den.