Jon decides to pay his sister Sansa a visit

KNOCK KNOCK

Sansa frowned as she looked towards her door. She had just begun drifting off to sleep, her mind filled with lovely dreams of the life that awaited her when she was allowed to marry and have a home of her own. Some great lord, just and strong, who tossed coins to all the poor though that wasn’t right because he lord husband would allow none to suffer behind his walls. He would be tall and handsome, and he would take her in his arms and whisper sweet poetry in her ear. Their children would be the most charming babes, with beautiful daughters and strong noble sons. She couldn’t wait! It would be just like all the tales her mother had told her.

She had been falling to sleep with all of that in her mind when the knock had come. For the life of her she didn’t know who it could be. Her father and her brothers were gone to visit the Karstarks. Her mother would have already asked to come in, same as a servant or her septa. Arya would have either burst in without knocking or snuck in to pull some horrid prank.

“Who is it?” she asked as she walked to the door, not worried in the slightest as she pulled it open. This was Winterfell, her home… she was safe. Nothing could hurt her-

Sansa let out a scream as she gazed upon a monster.

The beast was 9 feet tall, so large and wide that it not only had to duck but also twist in order to get through the door. Sansa trembled as she looked upon it, the red scales that covered it body gleaming in the candle light of her room while its ebony claws seemed to suck every bit of light into them. It had a bestial snout and dark cunning eyes with short sharp horns that ran along its forehead and popped up in the monster’s dark hair like mushrooms after a summer rain. Its muscles were massive; the creature’s arms were bigger than her waist, same with his mighty thighs, and as it flexed its wings and gave its tail a lazy swish she felt her mouth suddenly grow dry. It had huge hands and large feet… and dangling between its legs was something Sansa had never seen before. A large, thick, meaty piece of scaly flesh and muscle with a throbbing head upon its shaft.

“Hello little sister,” the monster said with a chuckle as it closed the door. “No need to scream… the servants aren’t around. Just the two of us.”

“J-Jon?” Sansa stammered in shock as she backed away from the scaly monster that spoke with the familiar voice.

“Yes, Sansa. Jon. Your beloved brother.” He chuckled again and Sansa cringed at the sight of his large white fangs, each one as sharp as a knife. “But… you never really liked considering me your brother, did you? I was the bastard and your mother taught you to hate me.”

“I… I didn’t hate you,” Sansa stammered. “Jon, what happened to you?”

“Oh, all sorts of interesting things,” he said raising his arm and flexing his muscles. “Do you like?”

“We… we should get Maester Luwin,” Sansa babbled, swallowing. “He… he might be able to help.”

“The help I need can’t come from Maester Luwin,” Jon informed her. “And you didn’t answer my question. Do you like what you see?”

He took another step closer and Sansa nearly stumbled as she took a step back, though with his much longer legs his step was larger than her’s. Everything was larger than her. She sucked in a breath, smelling something hot and spicy in the air. It made her head swim. She suddenly wanted a cold cup of water because she felt so very hot. Her night gown was too thick, too heavy… she knew that her father always complained that the castle was too hot… Jon and Arya did too. She never felt like that but now, looking at Jon, his scales as bright red as flames, she could feel the sweat dripping off of her.

“Mmm… I think you do,” he said. “I can smell it, Sansa. Take a sniff.” She swallowed but when he leaned down towards her she hurriedly took in another breath only to grow dizzy. The air was thick and the sent was stronger, making her feel funny. “You look warm. Would you like me to open a window?” Sansa tried to nod but she feared she’d fall over if she did so. “Mmm… maybe it’s because your sleepwear it too small. Its tight and chaffing, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she got out, her head feeling like it was stuff full of straw. Her night clothes did feel tight around her chest and her arms and shoulders. And suddenly she knew she needed to get it off, that if she didn’t it would be horrible and she had to remove them NOW!

Jon watched her as she grabbed at her night clothes, tugging at them, not caring if she stretched them out. After a moment he reached out and with a swipe of his claws ripped the garment from her body. But it wasn’t enough… she began to tear at the wrappings that covered her small breasts but they weren’t that small anymore. Why hadn’t she noticed how much she’d filled out? She tilted her head before she continued on, pulling them away, her nipples aching as they finally were free of the fabric, allowing her fingers to grab at the fabric that covered her womanhood and yank it down. She was briefly startled by how hairy she was down there; Sansa prided herself on her grooming, knowing that a proper lady kept herself neat and trim. Legs smooth, nethers short. But she must have forgotten to use the razor on her legs because she could see red hair upon her calves, made all the more telling by how her leg muscles bulged out. And her womanhood was covered with a thick red bush of wild hair though even with that she could tell she was sweaty there too because of how moist she felt-

“You don’t like thinking of yourself as my sister,” Jon said and for a moment his voice broke her out of her trace and she was shocked and horrified to realize that she was standing there naked, fingers running along her smooth tummy while her bastard brother stood there, now a red monster with massive muscles and broad shoulders and a huge cock dangling between his legs that she knew at once would break her yet also fill her... “So maybe I shouldn’t see you as a sister,” he said as he took another step forward, Sansa reaching up to try and push him away only to find herself rubbing his chest, marveling at how warm his scaly body was and how that hot spicy musk was filling her noise and going right to her brain. “I think… I should see you… as a lover.”

“Jon…” Sansa pleaded though in that moment she didn’t know what she was asking him for.

He pushed her down and Sansa fell onto her bed, staring up at him as he loomed between her legs. His powerful hands grasped her ankles and Sansa let out a cry of surprise as he spread them wide before slowly angling his cock towards her womanhood.

“No…” she said as once more she broke free of the fog. “I… I must be a maid… for my husband…”

“You don’t need a husband,” Jon growled and Sansa shook from his words alone, feeling them etch upon her soul. She reached down and gripped the bed, eyes switching back and forth from his face to her legs that seemed to be getting longer with every second. “You need an alpha. Do you know why?”

“N-no?” she asked even as she felt something within her whisper that yes, yes she did know. She’d always known.

Jon **** her legs to spread even more, rubbing the head of his massive cock against her wo… against her pussy lips. “So concerned about being a dainty southern flower. A pretty songbird. A perfect little lady.”

He thrust himself in and Sansa’s eyes swirled into the back of her skull. He was breaking her… but he was also giving her life. She raised her hands but rather than try and beat at him and get him to stop she began to play with her nipples, feeling how firm her breasts were. They were so big… rising up even as she cupped them in her hands.

“But… you aren’t a flower… are you?”

“N-no,” Sansa gasped as Jon began to thrust into her, making her shake… no… not just shake. She could feel the bed moving… or was it her? It was her. Moving against the bed. Taking up more of it.

“You aren’t a songbird, are you?”

“No,” she got out rolling her shoulders. She felt her hips pop as they widened and her pelvis rose to meet Jon’s crotch as her ass grow larger. She was hot but now she welcomed the heat, trailing her hands along her flesh, feeling how her fingertips felt so rough against her skin which was growing more hairy.

“Are you a perfect lady?”

“No!” Sansa said more forcefully, wrapping her legs around Jon’s waist in hopes of getting more of his cock into her hungry snatch. All she could smell was his musk and her sweat and the wonderful stench of sex and she inhaled deeply to take more in. Jon felt smaller against her… because she was bigger. Stronger. Able to not just lie there but JOIN with him.

“What are you?” he asked as he leaned down, flicking his tongue out to tease her aching nipples. Hair was… fur was growing from her, a fiery red, covering all but the most intimate of spots. Which was perfect… she WANTED the world to see her large firm breasts. Them to salivate at her curves. Them to hunger for a taste of her cunt.

“A…a…a…” Sansa panted as her nose and mouth began to stretch away from her face, her ears moving up to the top of her head as she felt something squirm right above her asshole.

“Say it!” Jon roared.

“A WOLF!” Sansa howled back, the bed breaking as she slammed herself up so that the both of them were standing. Jon grabbing one leg and she looked him right in the eye, the two of them nipping and biting at the other’s flesh, kissing impossible due to their snouts but neither caring. They didn’t need such tender things. They were built for strength and power. Jon drove her forward into a wall; the blow would have broken a full grown man but it only made Sansa moan, her tail wagging as she thrust right back as Jon did the same, his cock sliding into her cunt with needful desire… which was fine because she needed it just as much-

An hour later the two of them lay in a heap on the floor, utterly spent. Sansa had lost count how many times the two of them came but she could tell it had been enough… for how. She lazily petted her slit with one hand, looking at the broken remains of the mirror they had destroyed, marveling at her body. She was 8 and a half feet tall if one didn’t count her ears and covered in a thick pelt of red hair that was a shade lighter than the long red mane she was known for and had kept even after her transformation. Her breasts were huge, her nipples so dark they were nearly black, the same true of her puff pussy lips. She wasn’t as wide as Jon was but she was certainly far more muscular than any other male she had ever seen. Her legs were built to run, toes ending in dark claws, one powerful leg wrapped around Jon’s own. Her hands designed to grasp and tear and shred though now she used them to play with her sensitive nipples. She was an apex predator, a true direwolf.

“What are you thinking?” Jon asked, rising up to snuff and rub at the hollow of her neck. Now that he had his lust slated he was far more tender with her… or perhaps it was because she had proven herself worthy enough to handle what he would consider ‘tender’.

“How if I saw my stupid former self I would wring her neck,” Sansa admitted. “I was a fool, my love… and you opened my eyes.” She slowly rolled until she was on top of him, feeling his cock press against her thigh. All her old concerns about Jon and his birth… she saw how stupid and foolish they were. They didn’t matter… no, the world was built on power. Might. And she was the mightiest female now… it was only right she was with the mightiest male, the only being that could dominate her. All others would either yield or die before her… Jon would command. “I am yours… your lover, your mate, your bitch, whatever you desire. You are my world and all I want is you.”

“Mmm,” Jon rumbled. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to handle all of me though. I might be too much, even for you, my red bitch.” And to prove that Sansa let out a yawn, maw opening wide to expose her sharp teeth… and Jon’s cock twitched and began to harden.

But Sansa wasn’t concerned.

“Then perhaps we must find you more bitches.”