Sansa Stark, Queen of the North

Sansa was his, Jon thought. She had always wanted a Prince for herself, imagining herself as a Queen. Well, now she was Queen of the North. Years of war, betrayal, and plotting had finally landed her in the seat of the Kings of Winter, and now Jon was embedded deeply in her seat.

Keeping a firm grip on her hip with one hand, he snaked his other around her waist, first to tease her clit, and then to plunge his fingers into her dripping pussy. She could only moan in response, and the seed he had poured into her earlier that night slid out of her and down her thighs.

"Do you look forward to bearing another of my children, sister?" Jon grunted as he fucked in and out of her anus. She mewled weakly at his provocation, unable to resist him.

"Did you taste Arya on me, Sansa? Do you like knowing that I bred our little sister before coming in here to use you as well? I wonder which of you will give me a son first."

Sansa panted, and was able to focus her vision enough to turn her head and lock eyes with him. "Jon, please... give me another. I know you will give me a Prince of Winterfell. It is my right..."

Jon spanked her ass and pulled out of her, and she turned around to clean him with her mouth. She kissed his length all over as she looked into his eyes.

"You have the Right of Request, Sansa. I would not dream to deny it to you." Jon said through gritted teeth as he reveled in the experience. She began to take him deeper into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around him and gagging as he pushed into her throat. Jon slowly fucked in and out of Sansa's throat before pulling out of her with a "POP".

Sansa laid back on the bed, facing Jon. "Give me a son, Jon."

Jon grinned, and somehow knew that tonight he would.