Olenna plans

They lay together in post-coital bliss for several moments before Olenna moved to get up, slowly reaching over to put on her discarded shift. Jon watched her closely, still utterly amazed by what the potion had done to the once decrepit old woman and slowly wondering what terrible consequences he might have just unleashed upon himself with this mishap.

As if sensing his thoughts, the rejuvenated woman turned to give him a predatory smirk. "You're wondering just what the fuck you're going to do now?" she raised a hand to silence him when he made to speak, "no, no, just listen boy. I've been around far longer than you and I'd like to think I understand people far better than a hot blooded young prince."

She leaned against one of the bed posts, watching him, "Whatever," she gestured to herself, "this is, it has not changed me quite so much that I am unrecognisable to my family...at least so long as they don't see what's going on beneath my clothes," she laughed to herself, "so many of them are dunderhead fools that they'll believe me when I tell them I have tried new foreign balms and tonics to help keep me spry."

"But then there is the matter of you," Her eyes narrowed deviously, "I think we shall keep these dalliances, and yes there will be many more, a secret, whilst the rest of the world continues on seeing you betrothed to my granddaughter. That will serve for now."

Jon frowned. "For now?"

"Oh yes, until we can move things along with your wedding," She gave a hearty chuckle, "after that we'll need to see about improving your station."

"My station?" Jon asked incredulously, "I'm a Targaryen prince, second in line to the Iron Throne!"

Olenna gave him a pointed look. "Everyone knows that your father is crippled with illness and that the crown is ****," she shook her head, "you're even more foolish than I thought if you didn't expect an attack. Tywin Lannister is hungry to have someone of his blood on the throne...all it would take is for him to pressure your father into wedding Aegon to Myrcella and waiting long enough until he gets a son of her before he has the lot of you killed so that he might reign as regent."

"He wouldn't be so brazen."

"Oh but he would, and in fact it's likely that he already has spies all throughout court ready to act," she sighed, "and of course, that's only looking at a threat from within the realm. Outside there are still Blackfyres who wish to take back what Bittersteel promised them so long ago...who knows what agents they have in play," she leaned closer, "who knows, mayhaps your father's illness was not natural."

That gave Jon pause. Certainly he had never considered such a thing before, but now that the idea was presented to him it seemed more than plausible. He was still brooding when Olenna walked over and took hold of his cock, fingers tightly wrapped about the shaft as her thumb traced it's underside.

"Try not to let it trouble you so," her thumb continued to rub circles near his cockhead, "you have me to do the thinking for both of us now, boy."