Morning Sex to start the day

Important A/N: For those that aren't aware, I made some important additions to both the Introduction chapter and the Rules post chapter after a flaw in my reasoning was pointed out by another reader when it came to the nature of the powers the MC receives: essentially, the character can't technically call himself the **** God if he doesn't get any powers/benefits from the very act of ****. Being a god with powers tied to their family is one thing but it's the act that makes a direct difference in the title. So, for future reference, you may want to check out the updated versions of the chapters.

Now, with that out of the way, let's continue.

After a very long and much-needed slumber, Sansa Stark woke up on the bed.

She turned around when she noticed Jon was stirring and smiled at him warmly.

"Good morning," She said with a content sigh.

He gave a look full of warmth. "Good morning."

They remained there for a bit longer, silently seeking to extend their time on their shared bed. Then Sansa removed the sheets from her body and she could tell Jon started to remember that she only went to sleep with a comfortable shirt on once her bare pussy came into view again.

His cock stirred and Sansa didn't fail to notice. She smirked, mischief in her blue eyes as she grabbed his hardening member and massaged it under the white covers, causing him to groan with desire.

"Jon, would you please make love to me before we leave our bed?" She asked with a loin stirring gaze.

Her brother couldn't say no to that and he rushed to remove the sheets around him. Sansa inhaled sharply at the sight of her lover in all his naked glory, her own folds dripping in anticipation. Soon, the gorgeous redhead removed her only piece of clothing and threw it away, before turning to the sides and spreaded her legs for the most important man of her life.

Then, abruptly, the Lady of Winterfell in exile felt her arousal double in an instant.

"Hells below!" She swore with a throaty moan as her inner hole got far wetter than before. "What...?"

Jon shrugged with an innocent look in his eyes. "I didn't want to hurt you, so I needed your lower lips to be like a waterfall."

And with that, he speared her tight sheath without any warning, hammering away from the start.

The young woman screamed at the top of her lungs, her senses overwhelmed with pleasure as her head crashed onto the pillow. "YES!!! Just like that! Fuck me faster with your thick cock!"

She could quickly tell that Jon had no intention of slowing down. He thrust his member into her core, again and again, groaning in delight as he repeatedly hit the entrance of her womb.

"I can't get enough of you, sister," He gasped out. "I may be the god here but I'll be damned if your pussy isn't divine in any way."

Sansa gripped the sheets more tightly as a response, her entire body trembling with pleasure.

"Fuck! Fuck!!! FUCK!!!!!" She chanted in pure, unbridled ecstasy. "I AM GOING TO CUM!!!"

Jon's response to that was to accelerate his pace, his thrusting member reaching spots inside her that she didn't even know she had before.

That sent Sansa over the edge, her body seizing up as it climaxed violently.

Jon followed her into orgasmed soon after, shooting out stream after stream of his virile seed into her fertile womb. Moans filled the sexually charged air of the room for a long moment but eventually, he pulled out and collapsed beside her thoroughly fucked body, gasping as he did so.

"That...was...intense," He said, panting.

Sansa didn't respond at first, the afterglow of the most spectacular act of sex she had ever experienced rendering her speechless for a while. But eventually, she turned her sweaty face to look at her brother and lover and decided right then and there what she wanted more than anything in this world or any other.

"Jon," She whispered, her voice brimming with desire. "Would you...?"

A/N: Any guesses or preferences for how to end that sentence for Sansa?

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it.