Sansa

“Can…can I try that?” Sansa asked shyly, taking a step forward. Arya grinned as she nodded at her sister. She moved off of Jon’s cock with a moan before rolling aside. She giggled as his cum came pouring out of her slit, placing a hand over it to try and stem the flow.

“Come on, then,” Arya smiled, reaching up and giving Jon’s glistening cock a few strokes.

Melisandre’s chanting seemed to intensify as Sansa bit her lip before mounting her former bastard brother. With no ceremony, guided by Arya’s hand, Sansa lowered herself onto Jon’s cock, moaning as her fire-kissed crotch swallowed him eagerly.

Sansa, who had once been so innocent, expressed her pleasure in low bestial growls. She leaned down, licking the squirt from Jon’s chest, tasting Arya’s essence, before kissing Jon. She had only been kissed once in her life—by Littlefinger. It had been wrong, staining her, tainting her. This kiss with Jon was just as wrong. But she *wanted* this. This felt *good*.

Whereas Arya had been bouncing up and down, Sansa moved back and forth, like an animal **** to rut. Her noises were bestial, deep sounds that poured out of her throat. Her entire life she had been used but now she was the one in power. Sitting on top of Jon with his cock pulsing inside her, Sansa finally had control of her life.

A normal person might have been frightened by the sight. The Breaker of Chains found herself rubbing her bald slit, eager for her turn. Arya found herself stroking her sister’s back, edging closer and closer to her flexing butt. What they were doing was undoubtedly ****. They had looked down on Cersei for it. It had torn apart Westeros. And now there was nothing that they wanted more.

Sansa gasped and moaned, feeling Jon’s shaft begin to pulse eagerly. Seeing Jon’s heavy balls begin to tighten, Arya moved up to Jon and Sansa’s faces.

“Do it!” Arya urged. “Fill up your sister, Jon!”

Arya’s next words were cut off as Sansa lunged forward, kissing her younger sister. The kiss was hungry and passionate, with Sansa pushing her tongue into Arya’s mouth, almost like she was searching for any remnants of Jon’s cum.

Then Sansa’s eyes widened, crying out in ecstasy as Jon came once again, filling her belly with a spurt as powerful as the one that had filled up Arya and Melisandre’s mouth before it. She pulled away from Arya so that she could gasp for air.

“We…we need to do that more often,” Sansa smiled.