Story Arc Six: Pacts of Salt and Snow

A/N: Hello there. Sorry for such a long delay in the next chapter. What started as some additional Covid-related delays turned into additional setbacks when I got a commission for a new story while also starting to co-write another project. The former is a new Star Wars story called Secrets of the ****: **** Planet and it has over 10 chapters already on Chyoa, while the latter is another thread of this **** God story but with Luke Skywalker from Star Wars gaining the powers, which you can already find over here. That one I am co-writing with Smaster28.

As you can imagine, all of those additional chapters and coming up with the future plans and outlines took me a considerable percentage of my free time. But here I am now with a new update for my main fic. So, I hope you enjoy it and again, sorry for the delay.

Oh, and before I forget, recently, this story passed the 1 million views count, so thanks again to all the readers of this story for making it possible. You guys rock!

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Sansa Stark hummed happily as she washed her hair once again on the warm swimming pool.

Her beloved brother had finished catching her up with some of the biggest news he had to share from across the Narrow Sea, but as he had told her, there were more details to share. So, they decided to make themselves more comfortable before continuing. As a result, Sansa decided to use one of the swimming clothing pieces from last time and headed to the relaxing pool while her betrothed prepared them some drinks.

Sansa smiled. "Betrothed to Jon. I like the sound of that."

As if on cue, her beloved brother opened the door of the house he willed into existence for their comfort and approached her with two drinks in hand, his bare chest exposed to her eyes. The redhead stared at his figure, once more feeling a craving for his touch and he wasn't even fully naked yet. Shaking her head to clear it before her lust could prematurely boil over, she focused on the glasses he was bringing and grinned when she realized what they were.

"I see you have made me another piña colada," She said in delight. "Thanks."

Jon chuckled. "Well you did say that you loved the taste last time so, and you know what they say about things that aren't broke."

Sansa laughed merrily at that, then accepted the delicious beverage as her beloved joined her on the lower height level of the pool. "Indeed. But one day we are going to have to explore more sweet beverages that have been developed across different worlds. Just ones that are not that strong, like this one. After all, I don't like getting drunk."

"Sounds like a plan," Jon said with a smile. "Cheers!" He said while raising his glass. "To a bright future together."

Sansa felt her heartbeat race at that and matched his toast. They enjoyed the gulp of sweetness and sighed, locking eyes with each other for a moment of mutual affection. But then, she decided that she couldn't wait any longer to ask what has been on her mind.

"So, tell me," The Lady of Winterfell in exile said with a bit of trepidation "How did Arya react to learning of your ascension?"

Jon paused, shrugging with a bit of discomfort. "More than a little shocked, which is a change of pace when it comes to her. But to be honest, I think that wasn't what made her so surprised. Mainly, I believe she was feeling a bit overwhelmed at the idea that I had become a god of ****. I suspect she may have become profoundly less conflicted at the prospect of me becoming, I don't know, a god wolves or something. I don't know, but almost anything else."

"Yes, well, I suppose that can be a lot to wrap your head around, especially at first," Sansa said in agreement. "So, I suppose she is not interested in, errr, bedding you?" She asked with a deep blush.

"She...made it clear that she can't bring herself to have children, at least at this point of her life," Her brother explained slowly. "Personally, I think that was the part of the requirement for us to start reviving our loved ones that made her refuse. She may have been convinced if she just had to...you know, sleep with me," He said in an embarrassed tone. "But at any rate, I decided to respect her wishes. I am not going to push her into our marriage if she does not want to."

Sansa sighed. "That deity that empowered you seemed to have a complicated sense of humor if you ask me because this is a mess.

Then she laid down her now empty glass on the stone-like border of the pool and placed Jon's hand inside her grip. "But that doesn't change my desire to marry you and to bear your children, Jon," She vowed in a whisper while looking him in the eyes. "Even if I won't be the only one to share your bed when all is said and done, I know I will always have a special place in your heart."

Her beloved brother inhaled sharply. "What did I do to deserve you?"

Sansa smiled radiantly, brushing a wet red lock from her face. "I suppose we will have the rest of our lives to find out."

And with that, they locked their lips together, savoring their reunion. Eventually, they broke away to breathe, their faces flushed as they stared at each other up close. Then the redhead's eyes widened as she remembered something.

"Ah, that's right, I almost forgot," She realized. "Even if Arya doesn't change her mind later, I did found another potentially great match for you, in age, beauty, leadership connections, and family ties."

"Oh?" Jon asked with a raised eyebrow. "Who exactly did you have in mind?"

The Lady of Winterfell in exile chuckled, amused despite herself at the unusual situation she found herself in. So, she decided to entertain herself by teasing her beloved.

"Tell me," Sansa asked with a smirk. "When you went to the North Grove, just how attractive did you found Princess Val?"

Jon raised an eyebrow at Sansa's question, given the context and, especially, her amused smile. Still, he decided to answer honestly. "To tell you the truth, the first time I saw her at the North Grove, I realized it had been a very long time since I had ever seen a sight so lovely on the harsh lands beyond the Wall," The king admitted. "And...she may have flirted with me a bit," He added. "Why do you ask?"

The redhead's smile actually widened at that, which made Jon tilt his head in her direction, somewhat surprised at her reaction.

"Because," His lovely betrothed began, "I learned that Val is actually a direct descendant from Bael the Bard, the previous King Beyond-the-Wall before Mance."

The new god's eyes widened in shock, remembering the stories and songs he learned from his time with the Free Folk. "Wait, that would mean that we are actually directly related to her!"

"Exactly," Sansa said, sounding pleased with her discovery. "I made some calculations to trace our exact blood ties based on the 7 generations that have passed since our family line intermixed with Bael and realized that would mean Val is our 6th cousin. Now, I am not entirely sure if that amount of consanguinity is too distant to qualify but I guess that you can easily verify that by trying to make a wish that involves only her once you return to the Northern Wolfswood. If it works, then we will know she will be a viable relative to help us overcome the blocks around your powers, assuming she may be interested, that is."

"Indeed," Jon muttered, deep thought. "Well, as I said, she did openly flirted with me, so she may very well be, especially if I grant some additional land and resources to the Free Folk as part of the arrangement so that they are better cared for. Are you sure Val was telling the truth, though?"

"Well, my magical necklace didn't alert me of a lie," The Lady of Winterfell in exile said with a shrug. "So I imagine she was."

Jon scratched his chin. "Then it is certainly an option to consider, I suppose."

Sansa chuckled. "You don't have to sound so neutral about it Jon. I am well aware that Val is a remarkable beauty."

Jon lifted his gaze and stared at his beloved sister with ever-widening eyes. "Wait...are you telling me that you are...?" He broke off.

Sansa laughed a bit, although her tone was somewhat nervous. "A bit yes. I realized that back in King's Landing, when I started having, errr, erotic dreams about my new best friend there, Margaery Tyrell, that ended with me waking up quite wet between my legs. I never really acted on those feelings before and besides, I came to realize that I was still attracted to men more. But, in the time since learning of the incestual harem requirements that will be needed to rise to your full potential, I have started getting more comfortable with the idea, especially if you can share some of your other future wives with me...particularly Margaery."

Jon opened his mouth only to close it again, shaking his head as he realized both his sisters have at least a degree of attraction to women as well to say nothing of her arousing hopes. And before he knew it, his cock hardened considerably within the shorter pants he believed were call swimsuits and Sansa started openly eyeing it from above the surface.

"Mmm," She hummed with clear hunger in her gaze. "It seems that little confession of mine got you all excited, brother dear. Why don't we continue this elsewhere?"

Unable to deny her, he stood up along with her and used his powers to dry the water from their skins and hair in an instant. His lovely betrothed chuckled, pointing out how convenient that was as she passed her hand through her magnificent red mane before she crossing the garden at a brisk pace. Jon took a moment to silently thank his fortune once more before following her, watching as her hips swayed behind him.

Before long, Sansa led him to the outer section of the house Jon made for their romantic getaways on the right side of the building, which led to a terrace that faced a garden wall of neatly arranged trees and leaves. There she turned back just in time to see Jon raise an eyebrow at the surprise she had prepared for him, while he was back inside, making their drinks.

"I see you moved one of the smaller beds here," He said slowly. "I take it you don't want to move this to the bedroom then?"

"What's the point?" She asked him with a wink. "We are the only people in this private little world of ours. That means you can fuck me out here in the open while being as loud as possible and there won't be any issue at all."

Jon's increasingly hardened cock made it clear that her beloved brother found it difficult to disagree with her logic. So, he started to remove his clothing in a rush, and before long, he was naked.

Then it was her turn to raise an eyebrow, however. "I see you have gotten a bit of a tan from the sun all over," She said, in a slightly surprised tone.

Jon shrugged. "Well, I have been directly exposed to the sun during all my flights on dragon back these past weeks, and sometimes I have even spent hours at a time above the clouds. I guess that's to be expected."

The redhead's gaze examined him all over before her grin widened evermore, hunger surely filling her eyes. "Not a bad look on you."

Then, she removed the rest of her own clothing aside from the gold bracelets he had given her as a gift earlier until she was fully exposed to her betrothed's lustful gaze, smirking as she did so. Before she could give him a chance to get closer, however, she climbed the white bed and placed herself on her hands and knees, and showed the man she wanted to marry just how dripping wet her cunt already was for him, which made him inhaled sharply.

"Come on, my king," Sansa whispered in her best seductive tone as she turned her head to look back at his bare form. "Live up to your Stark name and fuck your mate like the dominant wolf I know you can be."

Jon groaned at that and he hadn't even touched her yet, which made her quite pleased with herself. Thankfully, she didn't have to wait long for her lover to move forward. In but a moment, he placed himself behind her ass and caressed her red mane to accommodate it above her back; at which point he fondled her neck softly, which made her smile widely. The future queen of the North and the Trident took a deep breath as her beloved's manhood touched her outer folds and then, started spearing her pussy all the way in.

"Yes!" She screamed as loudly as she could. "That's it! Fuck me hard and fuck me fast!"

Jon took her request to heart, increasing his speed and penetrating her over and over again. Sansa moaned in ecstasy, feeling the pleasure only her godly brother could give her.

"We belong together!" She shouted to the open air, the pressure within her building up. "Your cock fits so perfectly inside me that it feels like this was always meant to be. Now, pound me until you need to use your powers to ensure I can walk tomorrow!"

Her king gasped at her titillating words and doubled his efforts yet again, penetrating her as if he was trying to carve the very shape of his cock within her inner channel. The redhead shrieked at that, loving the entire experience but she knew it wasn't to last. She had craved her brother's dick inside her since their duty **** them to get separated and now that he was screwing her for all she was worth, it was clear to both of them that they were going to cum soon; their breaths ragged.

This time, Jon didn't even ask for her permission to shoot his seed deep within her, since he knew her well enough by now to realize she wanted it all in, even if he had already told her before that he had made a wish to prevent her from getting pregnant until they were both ready for that. And as soon as she felt him shooting rope after rope of his white heat directly into her womb, Sansa howled in pleasure as the action moved her to her own climax; her breasts trembling as sweet bliss engulfed her body.

Soon, her beloved brother slowed down but remained inside her flooded cunt, while she panted for breath while grinning widely, her eyes surely glowing.

"Thank you," She said with a long sigh. "I really needed that."

"You and me both," Jon replied, panting as well. "We may have our duty to our people to consider but I kept missing you by the side of my bed when I went to sleep at night. Hopefully, once we retake Winterfell, things will get easier on that front."

Sansa turned around as he removed his manhood from her wet cavern, an amused smile on her lips. "You mean, after you officially make an honest woman out of me?"

Her wonderful brother returned her smile and caressed her cheek with tenderness. "Of course. And hopefully, we won't have to wait long for that. After all, every king needs his queen. And while circumstances may have **** us to come up with an unconventional arrangement for our marriage, I swear to you that you will always have a special place in my heart, my dear Sansa."

She started to tear up a bit at that, so she rubbed the back of her hand across her face. "I believe you. With all my being."

And with that, the two of them embraced each other, kissing as if their lives depended on it.

A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed the ride on this one. I will be posting the next several updates much sooner this time around. But, as always, comments certainly help fuel my motivation and improve my creativity to write faster. So, while it has been a while now and for that I am sorry, I would certainly appreciate reading your reviews.

Until next time guys, see ya!