Someone ...else

The light was so dim that Jon could not truly make out much, only the vaguest outline of a person. Slowly she strode forward and it became clear that the figure was a woman, one who smelt of peculiar perfumes that he couldn't quite place. Slowly, with the measured movements of a tigress she crawled onto his bed, lifting his sheets and revealing his naked body to cool night air. As she drew closer it became apparent to Jon that it was not his betrothed who was now in his bed, but someone else, someone older. Eventually his eyes adjusted and he was stunned beyond words at the woman who stood on her knees before him ready to pounce.

"You're a handsome boy aren't you Prince?" the familiar voice noted with some appreciation, "far more handsome than the Targaryen I was once betrothed to."

Olenna Tyrell was totally naked before him which would have been enough to make his head explode on any other occasion, but on top of that she seemed to have gone through a startling change. Though she still looked like a woman in her advanced years, her body seemed to have gone through a strange reversal. Her breast, which normally would have been deflated and sagging were pert and perky, her stomach seemed to have toned itself considerably, and her hips and ass had regained their fullness and strength. It was a strangle amalgamation of a younger and older woman and as Jon looked at her wrinkled yet somehow more vibrant face, he saw a gleam of triumph, like a warrior who had come back from a long battle campaign.

"It's been a long time since a man has looked at me that," She laughed, her mouth curling in a clever smirk, "I'll admit I'm surprised but...my blood sings for you Prince. Every fibre of my being is telling me it wants...no, needs me...to fuck you."

Jon tried to half-heartedly object, he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out for the strange beauty seized the moment and lunged forward, capturing his lips in a kiss far more searing than the one he had shared with her granddaughter just hours before. Her silky tongue swept across his teeth and danced across the roof of his mouth before meeting his and despite himself, the youth responded in kind, his mouth moving against hers in a wanton tempest.

Need and lust burned through his veins as he pulled her to him, his powerful hands gliding down her womanly curves before seizing the globes of her surprisingly firm buttocks and crushing her against his broad frame so she could feel his ragging desire as their tongues danced. She moaned against him, craving more.

"That's it boy, thaat's it..." she moaned, breaking the kiss and tossing her head back as she enjoyed the roughness of his hands pawing her ass. Taking the opportunity, Jon dipped his head down and began to suckle the sweet spot at crook of her neck. Unwilling to be outdone however, she slid a hand from around his neck and traced her fingers lightly down his bulging torso and rippling abs before wrapping her fingers around his engorged arousal. "Mmmm...what a fine tool you have boy, such a young stallion..."

“Ohhhhhh!” The sound tore from the Targaryen’s lips as his head snapped back, his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head as her touch enfolded the bulbous head of his cock. "By every God...I need to fuck you!"

"Yes, come breed this old mare!"

Growling in the pit of his throat, Jon roughly spun the woman around so that her firm ass was presented to him. He couldn't help but grasp at the flesh, delighted by the strange and unnatural change that had occurred and when she felt the roughness of his hands on her rump, the beauty glanced back but the look of passion shinning in his grey orbs stilled any complaint she might have and he traced the tip of his cock along her folds before thrusting hard and fast, embedding himself inside her to the hilt.

"Oh yes ...fuck me, claim me!" moaned Olenna, her body arching in rapture, eyes widening to the size of saucers as she felt his imposing girth filling her to the brim, stretching her in ways that had not happened in decades. "Can you feel it? uuughhh.....this is what your....great uncle missed out on....Gods!"

Grinning wolfishly, he tightened his hold on her rump before drawing back until he was almost completely withdrawn, only to lunge forward hard, impaling her fully. "Yes...this is what I was denied....what I should have had sooooo long uuughh ago....give it to me…come on….I want it…I want it!” she panted in a lustful tone, grinding wantonly against him as he repeated the motion, literally pounding her against the fogged glass as his hips began to snap in long deep strokes.

Despite her age, whatever the transformation had done had given Olenna a cunt that was near-virginal in it's tightness. Something about that destroyed all notion of restraint. Jon held nothing back and quickly established a hard, fast rhythm that had him slamming into her with wild abandon. He could feel her inner-walls clenching around his length and the sensation drew a guttural growl from him each time he plunged into her depths, the wet smack of his pelvis slapping against her shapely buttocks echoing around his chamber.

"Ohhhh fuck yes, fuck me! Use my body! Do whatever you want!" moaned Olenna , her nails almost clawing at the sheets as his primal pace slammed her repeatedly against the bed. "ugh-yesss…I love it…I love it!”

Olenna's lips parted in a silent scream as her knees began to tremble and her body shook to his powerful rhythm as a fire ignited within the deepest part of her being, feeding on her pleasure and spreading outward with his every thrust. Jon didn’t resist and embraced his prolonged release as her body convulsed against him. With one last effort, he plunged into her depths, his back arching and a booming howl echoing from his lips as he felt the Tyrell matriarch's muscles tightening around his swelling organ before his seed erupted inside her.

Exhausted, the Targaryen prince collapsed on the older woman, his cock still inside her, both of them breathing heavily. Olenna turned her head and reached behind her, pulling him into a lingering and playful kiss. Her wrinkled cheeks where flushed with effort, but there was a knowing smirk in her sharp eyes.

"oh, my boy," she said with a throaty laugh, "I have such plans for you."