Yes

They were all over each other in a hungry tangle of limbs as they entered the chamber, **** to free each other of their clothes and stumbling backwards through the princely chambers. Eventually they tumbled onto the bed together, devouring each other and hands searching. Jon felt the breath leave his body as he drank in the young woman's naked form. Her breasts were nice and firm, neither too large nor too small, and as they glistened with sweat and heaved with each breath Jon felt the animal stir within. Her stomach was nicely toned, as though she had kept up with a level of exercise that was unusual for women of her station, and when he reached out to caress her ass he was pleased by how firm it was under his grasp.

Jon's eyes nearly exploded out of his head when Alys squatted over him, her cunt glistening with need. She held his engorged flesh within her hand, taking a moment to squeeze it playfully as she positioned herself over his crown before sliding all the way down onto his thick shaft. A deep guttural moan escaped Jon at the feeling of being inside her and Alys could only utter a strangled sort of wail as she threw her head back, eyes wide and mouth agape in sheer rapturous pleasure as she his felt his titanic length filling tight passage.

She held herself still for a moment; trying to adjust to his size while enjoying the feeling of fullness, before slowly raising her hips until just his tip remained within her and then plummeting back down, causing them both to moan with renewed pleasure. Jon grip shifted down to the firm globes of her arse, aiding her motions as he started to rock his hips, thrusting up to meet her as she moved down on him; causing Alys to inhale a sudden ragged breath. Their movements quickly became synchronized, a course song of wolfish growls passed his lips while her moans became high pitched as she felt him thrusting deeper inside her, each jolting plunge bringing her closer and closer to a mind blowing climax.

"My prince...more....more!" she demanded, and then almost screamed with ecstasy as a low grumble rumbled through him in answer and his pace quickened. "Gods...Gods...fuck me! Fuck me deeper!"

"That's it you slut...take it!" Jon growled, his hips snapping in deep, powerful strokes while his grip tightened on the girl’s full arse, leaving small half-moon marks as he rocked her in time with his motions. It felt so good inside her; so hot and tight, he could feel her fleshy walls rippling around his shaft, moulding to his every entry, clenching tight in her pleasure and trying to draw him in. It was as though she was crafted by the gods themselves to be the perfect lover.

The air was thick with the musky scent of sex and the wet slap of flesh meeting flesh when Alys reached out and pulled him into a ferocious kiss, her tongue exploring every inch of his mouth. She pulled away, resting her forehead against his own, her hips still meeting his in a hypnotic way. Looking at her, Jon could see much of Margaery in her face, and something else, something familiar.

His next hard jab was all it took to push her over the edge and she cried out in rapture as her inner walls spasm around Jon's driving cock and titanic aftershocks pitching her into a world of sensory delight. Her cunt seized up around him like a vice and went to work drawing out his peak.

"Yessssss,' She moaned happily, giving him a hungry kiss before breaking off, her hips ringing out the last of his cum into her eager womb, "you..you fuck me so good daddy...just as good as mama promised.."

It took Jon a moment to comprehend what the woman had just said, his mind still basking in the aftermath of his orgasm, but then he looked at her, sitting atop him, covered in sweat and sex, and something felt very odd.

"What are you talking about?"

The woman smiled up at him, deliriously content and gave him a quick peck. "It's me daddy...Alysanne."