Lust

The storm that raged within Jon was heightened by the sight of his wife’s nude form. She stood before him, gravid with his child, eyes roaming his equally naked body wantonly, inviting him forth. Whatever considerations of honour and grief he might have had were snuffed out by his overwhelming desire to fuck his wife, his mate.

He went forth, grabbed Cersei roughly and pushed her over his desk, her ass facing him. He shoved his cock into her waiting depths without hesitation, slamming into her like a man possessed. Her heavy tits swung with each savage thrust and when he reached around and squeezed them viciously he felt milk seep out over his hands. Taking his soaked fingers, he shoved them into Cersei’s mouth,letting her taste herself as he fucked away.

His wife moaned away with her mouth full, sucking dutifully like the whore he knew her to be. Jon took hold of her golden curls and began to truly ride the Lannister now, fucking his frustrations and pain away into her sodden cunt.

In the days that followed he found himself going back to such acts as a means to fight off his guilt and grief, losing himself in his wife’s squeezing cunt. The morning of his ascension to the throne he was sure to leave a load of his seed inside her, feeling a burst of sadistic pride as he watched her squirm for the rest of the ceremony. Months went by under his reign and eventually Cersei birthed him twin sons, with curls of gold and vibrant purple eyes. Jon named them for his father and brother.

Eventually war came to Westeros from the East, but between the Lannister wealth and Targaryen army it was a matter that was quickly resolved without great loss. Jon returned to his throne, to his wife’s waiting cunt, and to his golden legacy.