Attack!

They were travelling up the Trident when the first attack happened. Armed men rushing them seemingly from nowhere, cutting into their forces with violent ferocity before breaking off and melting back into the woods and and hills. That was the first attack, but it was not the last and for the rest of their journey further north Jon and his forces were victim to dozens of quickfire attacks that begun to slowly whittle away their fighting ****.

Every night Jon took out his frustrations on Loras, fucking the Tyrell to the point of exhaustion and as rough as he could. It did little to ultimately solve his problems however, and he was quickly coming to the realisation that soon enough he would have to dig in and make a stand near the river and see what his fortunes brought.

He was sat in his tent, covered in sweat and with his cock buried deep up Loras ass when the knight surprised him.

“My King,” he said, catching his breath and slowly pulling himself free to turn and face Jon directly, “are you aware...I’ve had some items brought with me...from Asshai?”

Jon frowned. “Why would you want anything from that cursed place?”

Loras laughed. “Oh, My King, the sorcerers there have found ways to do amazing things,” he retrieved a pouch from amongst his clothes, emptying its contents on the ground between them. There were four jars of different coloured liquids, glowing faintly in a way that was not natural. Loras held the blue jar up for inspection. “This one is said to inspire utter love and devotion in whoever drinks it,” he held up a blue jar, “this is said to renew the body’s vigour,” finally he held up a pink jar, “and this is said to make even the most barren of women as fertile those damned Freys.”

“They’re interesting trinkets Loras,” he gave a laugh of mockery, “though I think you wasted good coin.”

The Tyrell pressed the pounce into Jon’s hand. “Take it any way, for when we return to the Capitol.”

Jon went along with it that night, but the mention of his home did little to remedy his mood. When they traveled they moved slowly, constantly on guard, and it was wearing everyone down, so when they came upon an inn Jon commanded that they were to remain there until further notice. The men were visibly relieved and morale was lifted for a time. It was not exactly the most spacious of lodgings for their numbers, but for several days it served as a decent defence from attack. Then came the eighth day, and they found themselves encircled by enemies.

The innkeeper and his family were utterly terrified, but this was just the sort of conflict Jon was hoping for. At once he gave orders, had the men set up positions around the Inn and its stables, and waited for the bandits to make their move. Arrows were the first thing, numerous and flaming they shot through the few windows of the place and caused havoc as tables and chairs that were struck caught aflame too.

Men charged the inn next, coming in from all directions, trying to cut their way through the impromptu barricades the men had erected. Jon moved from place to place, giving orders where he saw weak points, interjecting to strike where it was most needed. They had killed at least four men for every one of theirs they lost, and the effects were taking a toll on the enemy. Eventually they withdrew, and Jon’s men were given time to rest, even as the enemy remained in place outside.

After a day of fighting and numerous losses, a man was sent forth, offering to parlay with Jon at a neutral territory. In this instance, they picked an old, partially collapsed barn just off from the inn. A collection of Jon’s men went out and inspected the location beforehand, gave their approval, and then escorted Jon out into the building to wait for the enemy’s representative.

To Jon’s great surprise it was a young man of Targaryen appearance who entered, with long silver hair and light purple eyes. He was adorned in dark armour, but was otherwise unarmed, yet the black dragon on bed that was painted over his chest piece told Jon everything.

“A Blackfyre?” He shook his head in bemusement, “I should have known.”

The younger man smirked in turn. “Well I knew it was a Targaryen from the start,” he gave a mock bow, “your reputation precedes you, Prince Jon.”

“And you’re...Aegon?” He asked, searching for the name through the library of his mind, “Aegon Blackfyre, who has had the Golden Company running around causing so much trouble in the east?”

That smirk returned. “The one and the same.”

“Alright, so...what are we doing here, Aegon Blackfyre?” He looked about at the ruined building they were in. “Surely you did not just come here to introduce yourself.”

Blackfyre smiled faintly, carefully pacing about the dusty little barn. “Not entirely, though...it is important that one knows their enemy and even shares a drink with them if possible,” he gestured to a skin of wine on his hip and gave a small laugh, “after all, they are the most important people in your life,” he turned back to face Jon, “though I would prefer it if we were not enemies.”

“There’s not much to be done on that account,” Jon replied with a shrug, “this damned civil war has been going on for so long that there’s no stopping the conflict. Unless you’re here to tell me that you’ll renounce your claim to the throne?”

Aegon shook his head. “Hardly, I know my birthright, but you need not throw your life away serving your father,” he opened his palms, “you’re an honourable man and a commendable leader. You would do well serving the Black Dragon.”

“That will never happen,” Jon replied bluntly, “I love my father and my brother.”

Aegon raised a silver brow. “Enough to die for them? Because I promise you that’s what shall happen,” he waved towards a window, “don’t think that is all my men. Even if you return to that inn, I could easily have it burnt down.”

Jon knew that there was no lie in Aegon’s voice and desperately wondered at how he might get out of this alive. Perhaps they could make a final charge, see if they could carve into the insurgents and take as many as they could with them. But it would ultimately just be a slaughter. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, thinking. The pouch Loras gave him caught his attention and a **** idea took hold.

“If this is to be my final day...” Jon said cautiously, “then perhaps I will have a drink with you.”

Aegon looked at him in genuine surprise, but nodded in acceptance and tossed the skin to Jon. He took a long pull from the skin, enjoying the arbor gold. Then he gestured to the window, “where abouts are this men of yours supposed to be hidden?”

“You see there?” He walked over to the window, looked out at his men stationed nearby and pointed to the treeline, his back turned to Jon briefly. “Right there under cover. They will storm once either me or my second give the order.”

Jon was not sure how much of the liquid was required, or even if it would work, so he quickly poured the entire vial of blue substance into the skin.

With a frown he walked over to stand beside the Blackfyre, holding the skin out. “I don’t doubt it, and I am prepared to surrender for the sake of my men’s lives.”

“That’s wise,” Aegon took the skin, had a long pull of the stuff, and leaned against the window sill. “I will ensure that they are not harmed.”

He blinked at Jon strangely then, his expression quickly changing into something far different from triumph. He reached out, and gently took Jon in his hands and pressed him into a fierce kiss.

“You are...the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he breathed, “I...must have you.”

Jon smirked, impressed by the sudden change. “Why don’t you get on your knees and show me how much you love me?”

Blackfyre wasted no time in removing the armour over his person until he wore only small clothes. He turned his head down and sat on his calves, undoing Jon's laces. Jon tugged off his own tunic and tossed it aside. Aegon pulled Jon's cock free from breeches and let out a startled gasp of adoration. In no time the would-be pretender started to lightly stroke him, brushing his fingers slowly up and down Jon's length. Jon closed his eyes and tugged his pants down to his ankles and cast them away.

His eyes suddenly popped open with the feeling of Aegon putting the head of Jon's cock in his mouth. He groaned as Aegon kissed and licked the head, teasing the piss slit with his tongue. With a soft groan Jon ran his fingers through Aegon’s long and silky hair, taking great joy in his victory.

The mouth moved down, paying attention to one of his balls. He moved to the other and then tried to take both, bathing Jon’s entire groin in spit. After a while the Blackfyre finished with his balls and had begun sucking his whole cock again, moving his head up and down Jon's manhood as if he had been born to it.

Jon drew the young man away, “take off your clothes, and turn around.”

Blackfyre did as he was told, arse slightly up in the air. Jon licked his lips at the sight and felt his cock twitch. He got on the ground behind the pretender, enjoying the firmness of the ass before him. Jon grabbed his cock, still slightly wet from Aegon’s sucking. Jon teased it on Aegon’s arsehole for a few seconds, before thrusting in hard. Aegon keened weakly, obviously new to the sensation. He shivered and shuddered at the sensation, but as Jon began to thrust forward Aegon rocked his ass back to meet him, his lust clouded mind driving his body.

“Ohhhh yes,” Aegon moaned, his voice adoring, “oh my love...your cock is a gift from the gods,” he pushed back with surprising **** then, “it..hnngh...its the greatest moment in my life. Your love makes me feel so...gooood!”

Jon laughed as he sawed his cock in and out of the Blackfyre’s resplendent ass. “You’re just a cock slut aren’t you? A true whore who can’t live without cock inside him all the time.”

Aegon whined at that and hastened to correct him, but the pleasure seemed too great. Finally he said, “Only for you my love!”

“You don’t want to fight me for the throne, do you?” He asked the Blackfyre gently. “All that trouble for a sharp chair?”

Blackfyre shook his head violently, his eyes tightly closed in pleasure. “No, I don’t want the throne,” he gasped, “all I want is your love, for you too keep, hnngh..to keep loving me like this!”

Jon basked in the words. He felt a sense of triumph unlike any before as he fucked his former enemy into the dirt, a bubble of laughter escaping his lips. Never in his life had he felt more powerful, and as he released into Aegon’s waiting ass, the Prince asked himself a single question. Why stop here?