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Chapter 5
by Midnight Wolfster
What's Next?
Best in Town
Jon Snow woke up early, the sun's rays streaming in through his windows and onto his naked, sexy, muscular physique. It was 2 days after the feast, and the King's party were going to return south early tomorrow morning. They would have left the day before, but Bran had fallen whilst climbing, spooked by a raven, and the departure had been postponed until they knew that Bran would survive. He would live, and luckily would still have working legs, but he had yet to wake. Jon felt the same sadness as the rest of his family, but the girls in Winterfell lusting over him made it easier to cope with. Before finding out Bran had fallen, after midday, Jon had made love to 3 southern ladies in the godswood, as well as an older woman of Winterfell named Sora a few hours before that. Jon woke in the morning sunlight to find himself under the slumbering bodies of Jeyne Poole and Beth Cassel, both nude and cuddling onto him with tired smiles adorning their faces. Jon had taken the two to bed last night in a passionate threesome, and fallen asleep with them intertwined with him. He grinned at their lovely figures, and gave their arses quick little squeezes to make them unconsciously wiggle in their sleep. Jon eased them off of him and stepped out of bed, heading over to his desk to pour himself some water and gazing at the girls on his bed fondly as he drank. With all the chaos of his uncle going to King's Landing, it was nice to have a moment to relax.
"My Lord?" he heard a women's voice on the other side of the door, and quickly moved to open it without bothering to cover up his huge cock. There stood Elyanna, a beautiful older woman with nice large breasts who served Catelyn as a maid. The woman was no stranger to seeing Jon naked, and gazed at him with a seductive smile before speaking again softly. "When the rest of family have risen, Lady Stark would like to break fast in them in the great hall."
"Of course, Elyanna." Jon replied with a smile on his face. "But in the meantime, would you help find a way to keep myself busy until the family has risen?" As he said that, Jon flexed his many muscules to draw in the MILF. Elyanna grinned without a word being said, and waltzed into the room. "With pleasure." she said smoothly, grabbing onto Jon's giant cock to lead him towards the bed where the younger girls still slept.
After about an hour of fun later, Jon exited his room with the 3 woman passed out on his bed. As he stepped out, he was happy to see Ghost waiting outside quietly. The albino Direwolf was growing taller and taller very quickly, but still was a cute little puppy when he wanted to be. Jon petted Ghost and said "Good morning!" to him, causing the wolf to eagerly lick Jon's hand. Jon straightened up and headed towards the Great Hall, with Ghost at his side. He was fully dressed in dark black breeches and a black leather jerkin, complete with brown boots also to complete his stunning appearance. His dark locks were curled nicely, as silky and pretty as women said they were. He winked at the girls he passed on the way towards the kitchen, causing them to blush and giggle as he walked onwards.
Jon soon got to the kitchens, where the morning meal had many cooks bustling about and preparing food. Ghost saw Grey Wind and Summer, immediately bounding off to join his brothers. Jon weaved his way through the many people as different people greated him fondly. Jon had made it a habit to visit the servants in the castle every day and treat them as equals all the time, earning their respect and love for doing so. Eventually he saw something very appealing and he sidled up behind Meralith, the cook's young daughter, whilst the cook himself was out of the room. She wore a smart brown dress, her red hair tied back and her butt sticking out nicely.
"Hey darling " said Jon in a husky Northern voice as he kissed her cheek, rubbing Meralith by the waist and causing her to let out a happy gasp and rub her body against Jon's large chest. "Got anything for me this morning?" During the night before last, Jon had taken Meralith, as well as Alayne, making her another one of his women.
"Get off me you big gorgeous idiot!" Meralith joked with a teasing smirk on her face as she felt Jon's bulge. She spun around with a giggle to hand Jon a plate of food, before stroking his muscular chest gently. "Now scram! I'm busy here, and you're only going to distract me!" she said, trying to glare at him but being stopped by and the handsome, innocent smile on his face perfect face. "Thanks Meralith."said Jon sincerely before he reached around her back and pulled her into a steamy kiss that she eagerly reciprocated for close to a minute, before they finally pulled off from each others lips. They both grinned ridiculously, before Jon whispered "See you 'round sweetheart" and Meralith murmured "Bye, lover." quietly and with pride for being one of his girls as he walked into the great hall.
Jon weaved between tables and people as he walked towards the high table, greating the small folk in a friendly and humble manner as he moved. Myrcella then walked passed him, shooting him a shy smile, and a wink from Jon had her cheeks flushing red. Lady and Nymeria were the first to notice Jon arrived, and they bounded over to play with him eagerly. Jon grinned at the friendly display as he sat down next to Arya and opposite Sansa, and began to tuck into his meal.
"Jon, how was your morning?" Arya teased him with a knowing smile, causing Jon to grin and ruffle his sister's hair, making her push him off with a huff, before hugging him straight after. The two could never be angry with one another, both having the wild behaviour that Lyanna Stark was so famous for. The rest of the breakfast was spent talking about the journey to Kings Landing, and how Robb would be left as Warden of the North. Jon was planning to tell his Uncle he'd be going south with him later, after he'd taken care of some business in town and done some sparring. As the family ate, Alayne came and refilled their drinks, kissing Jon on the cheek when the family were all facing away from him. A note came for Jon just as the family were finishing.
"What does it say?" asked Rickon curiously, as Jon read it. "Just some business to take care of in Winter Town" he replied, as casual as possible.
"What sort of business?" Arya, too nosy for her own good sometimes, kept up the questioning much to Jon's slight annoyance. He turned to his little sister with a light smile on his face.
"Just a gift for Sansa before she heads south," he said, causing Sansa to look up excitedly and open her mouth, wanting to know what it was. "And it's a surprise". He finished firmly but with a little grin to Sansa, showing her he wasn't serious. She closed her mouth and pouted a little, but was still eager to see what the gift would be so kept in good spirits. Jon had told the partial truth. He was getting his sister a gift, but it was unrelated to the note. He couldn't tell them that Ros, one of the best whores in town, wanted to see him as soon as he could visit her.
So after finishing his meal and doing some morning exercises in the training yard, Jon went down into the Winter Town to see Ros at her brothel. He didn't visit the establishment frequently, but had gone there to try some of the girls out. Every single time, he'd pleasured the girls so well they refused his money, although he insisted they take it anyway. Jon was a celebrity at the brothel now, and enjoyed talking to the girls as well as fucking them like no other guy could. It helped that he was a super hung stud also.
"JON!!" shouted a chorus of girls as he stepped inside, their faces lighting up with glee as they saw their favourite man in the North. They leapt up from their seats and ran into his open arms. "Hey ladies!" Jon grinned as the group of young females stroked his huge muscules with wonder in their faces, whilst some of them layed kisses on his body and grabbed parts of it also. Each girl began to talk to him all at once, and Jon began to fear that he'd soon be overwhelmed by girls clinging onto him.
"Girls, give the man some space! We don't want to scare him off." a smooth Northern accent spoke from behind Jon, and the women slowly moved off of him, grumbling and whining about it. Jon turned around to see Ros, the renowned beauty who ran the place and worked there as well. She had curly red hair, pale skin, lovely sized D-Cup breasts and a beautiful reasonably tall body to match her face. She wore a silky pink robe that left little to the imagination. She grinned at Jon, then beckoned him over to her with her finger and a sultry gaze. Jon smirked at her, then followed her alluring figure into a bedroom by the main room. A large bed rested in the centre of the chamber he'd entered, but his focus was on Ros as she waltzed over to him and began to make out with him.
"Hmmmmm!" Ros moaned into Jon's mouth as he expertly kissed her back and leaned into his body, his large arms snaking around her to stroke her back. She was already getting wet. As a whore she'd fucked her fair share of men, but Jon was the only one who made her love sex. He was so gifted, so strong, so fucking big that being with him was always incredible. Though she was greatly enjoying their liplock and wanted him to continue kissing her for a while, she had to talk to him. She pulled her tongue out of his mouth and panted for air, her arms gripping his muscular body firmly. Jon immediately leant down to lay kisses along her neck and throat.
"Jon, I asked you to come here for a reason!" Ros panted out, Jon shooting her a teasing look as he straightened up and looked down at her. "I'm goin' down South to Kings Landing. Plenty of work for me down there. I'm due for a change of scenery anyhow." Ros undid the laces on Jon's tunic as she spoke, gently tugging the shirt down off of Jon's shoulders to expose his chest in all it's powerful glory. "And you deserve a proper goodbye." she whispered, squeezing Jon's pecs gently.
"Aye, that sounds fair to me." Jon said with a smile, causing Ros to bite her lip in excitement. "Get on the bed." she replied, and watched with excitement as the Stud of Winterfell lay down upon the bed, looking amused at what was going to happen next. Ros stood at the foot at the bed, looking down at her lover and began to shrug her robe gently off to his delight. When she'd dropped it to the floor, she began to sway her hips seductively in a revealing dance, shaking her tits and rubbing her body and ass at the same time. As she turned forward and back to show off her goods, her eyes were fixated upon the massive bulge growing in Jon's breaches, bursting to get out. Eventually, she stopped and gently got on the bed, crawling up next to Jon's body. He couldn't resist, and began to stroke her curvy ass.
"Uh uh uh!" Ros chided Jon as she slapped his hand off her butt, before she straddled his upper chest. Her pussy was very close to his face and looked very tempting. "First you've got to 'earn touching privelages'." With that, Ros inched forward and placed her cunt on Jon's face, sighing as she did so. He immediately began to lick her pussy, touching every single part of it with his magic tongue to cause her to pant out "OH fuck, yeah. Right there. Fuck Jon!!", alongside various over compliments. Jon soon decided to step it up a notch, and gripped Ros by her fleshy arse as he started to delve his tongue into her juicy snatch. "SHIT!" GODS!" Ros moaned out loudly, gripping the bed's headboard in front of her tightly as Jon tongue fucked her expertly. Few guys every took the time to please her so when Jon did it, it always felt amazing. She was already very close to cumming, with her pussy already leaking juices into Jon's eager mouth. After a minute or two, Jon bit down gently on her clit, causing Ros to scream out "GOOOODDS!!" as she climaxed onto his face. The flow of her juices continued for almost a minutes, bathing Jon in her delicious nectar.
Ros panted breathlessly, light headed from her orgasm, before she looked down fondly at Jon. "Wow, it'd nice to see you're still as good as I rememb-EEER!" As she was talking, Jon suddenly lifted her entire body up by the thighs and twisted her around, dropping her so they were in a 69 Position. "Woooo!" shrieked Ros as she dropped down onto Jon's chest, and her face lit up with glee as she gazed at the bulging mountain in Jon's breeches, towering above her head. "Get to work!" Jon growled from underneath her legs, and he began to delicately stroke them, his hands sending tingles of pleasure up her spine. "Hmmm." purred Ros "With pleasure, m'lord!"
Ros eagerly undid Jon's breeches and pulled them off, screaming in delight as Jon's rock hard python came shot free of the leather, well over a foot long and as thick as her fist. "My Gods!" Ros exclaimed as she rub the head of Jon's cock with one finger smoothly. "Every time...you come here Jon, your cock is just.....just so unbelievably huge! Bigger than anyone in Westeros. You're such a hung stud!!" Jon grinned from beneath her and she rambled on, fixated on his huge pole. "Well?" he teased her, snapping her out of her hypnotic state. "Time to give your giant cock what it deserves!" she spoke breathily, and licked her lips in anticipation.
Ros first gently spat on Jon's cock and started rubbing his shaft to coat it with her saliva, having to use both of her hands to almost fully encircle the thick length. "Do you like that? she asked Jon with a smile, as she rubbed her hands up and down Jon's huge cock, spitting onto it to wet it every so often. "Do you like me worshipping your cock?". Ros then began to slobber kisses up and down Jon's thick pole, covering every inch of it with her tongue. A large dollop of silvery pre-cum shot out of Jon's cock into the air and ran down the shaft, more than most men were usually able to cum at all. Ros eagerly lapped it all up, moaning "So good!" at the sweet taste, savouring the flavour. She looked back at Jon's head, trapped between her legs and grinned. "Let me show you why I'm the best in town.".
With that, Ros suddenly engulfed 7 inches of Jon's meat, with her gag reflex barely saving her from **** as she began to bob her head frantically and give Jon an amazing blowjob. "AAH YES!" groaned Jon from underneath Ros, enjoying the sensation as her mouth took in his cock. In retaliation, Jon began to once again lick her pussy, causing Ros to shake in pleasure as the two serviced one another. Ros was taking in more of Jon's cock every time she sucked it, pulling off it only to gasp for air before going down to slurp on Jon's cock again. "HMMM!" Ros moaned with Jon's member deep in her throat when Jon began to slide his tongue into her snatch frantically. After a few minutes of this, with Ros ingesting Jon's spurts of pre-cum and him licking her pussy, she was ready to blow.
"YEESSS!" shouted Ros, as she pulled Jon's cock to scream out in pleasure when she climaxed again over Jon's face. His dick was covered in pre-cum, slobber and saliva, glistening and slicked with their collective juices. After recuperating for a few seconds, Ros clambered off the bed and strutted over to a nearby desk, examining herself in a nearby small mirror. Her legs were soaked with juices and her hair was all messy and wild. Through the mirror, she saw Jon get up behind her so she wickedly grinned and bent forward, shaking her ass at the muscular man at her back. "Come get some, Jon." she softly moaned out, impossible to resist. "With pleasure." he spoke in a husky voice, moving towards her.
Grabbing her hips, Jon thrust his huge throbbing cock directly into Ros's snatch, reaching her womb as the thick length entered her pussy. "AAAAAAAA!!" screamed Ros as she was penetrated with the biggest dick she'd ever had, her ears rolling to the back of her head and her hands tightly gripping the desk around her. Jon didn't give her any time to rest, and started to fuck her hard, battering her cunt with his huge member. He jackhammered into her, gripping her waist for extra support as he ravaged her completely. "EEEE!! FUUUCCCKK!! UHH!! S-SO GOOOD!!!" Ros moaned loudly, shrieking in pain and pleasure as more and more of Jon was stuffed into her, causing her to cum multiple times. The feel of his huge, bursting balls slamming into her ass over and again again also helped her orgasm a lot.
Jon then lifted Ros up by her thighs, still fucking her from behind, and began to slam her down onto his cock, thrusting deep into her pussy over and over again. "SSHHIIITT!! OH FUUCK!! YEES!! LIKE THAAATT!! Ros shrieked out, her arms and legs flailing mid air as Jon fucked her brains out. Her pussy leaked heavily, and her juices sprinkled down onto the floor as she was given the time of her life by the Northerner. "Ros!" growled Jon, close to cumming. "Where do you want my seed?"
"F-F-Face!!" Ros barely managed to wail out. Jon dropped Ros down onto the bed, and she rolled off slowly, bereft of energy. But as she looked up in exhaustion at Jon having to use two hands to rub his cock, she felt energised enough to rise onto her knees. "Come on Jon!" she eagerly groaned, **** for him to cum. "Yeah, you want it?" Jon teased her, his dick spurting pre-cum as Ros shouted out "I want it! Baby, please! Give it to me!".
"FUUCCK YEAH!!" Jon roared out, and he finally came. A mountainous load of sperm squirted out of his cock, sailing over Ros to splatter all over the room. "MY CUM! yelled Ros, and she put in all of her weight to aim Jon's giant python at her face. The white, sticky cum sprayed Ros directly in the face, knocking her down to ground as it coated her entire face. This continued for almost a full minute, before the spray of delicious seed finally stopped; though Jon's cock still stood erect and mighty. Jon, his sweaty glistening body the embodiment of masculinity, looked down with pride at the red headed whore below him.
Ros was a mess. Her upper body was covered in white cum, a layer that she was trying to scoop up into her mouth vividly. "Thank you Jon." she purred breathlessly up at her lover with a little smile, peering through the seed on her eyes. She suddenly mock gasped at what she saw in front of her. "Oh, you're STILL hard? Guess I need some help." she winked at Jon before calling out "Girls!".
Jon turned to his right as the door opened, and in walked the group of ladies that had greeted him earlier. They wore short dresses and had sultry gazes full of lust as they took in Jon, his enormous cock and Ros, who was recovering at his feet. Jon looked back at them, and smiled as they began to remove their clothes and move towards him excitedly. He could feel his rigid cock throbbing, ready for more.
"Who's first?" he asked.
A few hours later, Jon stood in the training yard, looking at all the people around him. Northern and Southern people alike bustled about, preparing for the return trip or practising swordplay. Jon had spent the morning and early afternoon fucking all of the girls at the brothel excellently, as well as Eloine, the busty barmaid at the inn, and her mother. Then he'd brought Sansa a basket full of her favourite Lemon cakes he'd ordered 2 weeks earlier, making her hug him tightly whilst thanking him profusely before blushing and pulling off of him to apologise. He'd simply grinned and pulled her in for a second hug. After spending some time talking with Myrcella- to her embarrassed delight- and Tommen, and giving Arya her latest sword fighting lesson, he'd come outside to practice himself.
"Jon Snow." He turned to see Ser Barristan Selmy standing behind him, with an amused yet kind smile on his face. Yet it seemed as if there was a hint of sadness as he looked at Jon. Ser Barristan stood by a rack of swords, in his golden armour and white cloak, though he didn't wear his armour. "The people here love you. They say you're the greatest swordsman in Westeros. 'Arthur Dayne Reborn'. The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard spoke jovially, showing no offense to Jon.
"Northern folk are good people. I'm proud to be one of them, and happy to be accepted by them." Jon smiled as he spoke, happy at how the many people around him had treated him with kindness all his life, despite him being a bastard. "As for being 'Arthur Dayne Reborn', I just swing my sword and hope for the best." He joked humbly, making the older knight chuckle. Jon respected Barristan the Bold immensely, growing up on tales of his skill and valour, and did not want to seem arrogant or rude with him.
"It's nice to see you're modest, instead of an arrogant oaf like the Crown Prince. It means you really are that good." Ser Barristan said approvingly as he walked towards the centre of the training ground. Jon really was that good. He'd killed the toughest Ironborn crews, the fiercest wildling raiders and the most vicious bandits in the North. He'd recently slain the Laughing Wolf, a cruel and sadistic outlaw who had hid in the Wolfswood with his men for years until Jon had killed him. "Would you give an old man a spar?" asked Ser Barristan, fingering the pommel of his sword.
"I'd be honoured to, Ser Barristan." Jon replied sincerely, drawing his own sword from the rack. It was a simple broadsword, larger than other blades but easy for him to wield, complete with an Ironwood handle and sharp steel. He swung a few times before joining Ser Barristan in the yard. "And I would say you've got plenty of years left!"
Barristan laughed heartily, soon speaking again to the young man to answer back jokingly "Not with the way my bones feel!". He then turned to him and looked towards Rodrik Cassel, the Master-at-arms in Winterfell, standing by the target butts for archery with his son Jory. "Ser Rodrik, may we have the floor?" he called over.
"Aye!" Ser Rodrik, grinning as he looked at the fight about to take place. He'd always watched Jon fight with pride as he became more and more talented, and even he was excited to see Jon Snow take on Barristan Selmy. A large crowd gathered as Barristan and Jon faced off, their swords held high and their bodies in firm battle stances.
The two fought for 15 minutes in an epic clash, two of the best warriors in the best. Both were fast, strong and intent on winning so their fight was quick and intense to watch. They parried, slashed, blocked and stabbed as if it was second nature, and at multiple times those watching in awe throughout the lightning quick contest could be over. Eventually, Jon knocked down an thrust and went for an overhead slash that was blocked by Barristan, but immediately switched the direction of the blade and swung for a blistering fast right cut that came to a stop on Ser Barristans neck. Both men panted hard from their incredible fight as their audience loudly cheered for both men, espeically since Jon had shockingly defeated Barristan the Bold in single combat. Multiple women he had and hadn't been with gushed at the young Northern stud, thoroughly impressed by his masculine performance.
"Thank you Jon." said Ser Barristan, happily clapping his arm around Jon's forearm for a tired handshake to show his respect. "That was incredible. You're an excellent swordsman, and a good man!". Jon grinned at the kind words, replying honestly "Thank you ser! And you're still as good as the legends say.". He turned to see his cousins, Myrcella, Tommen and many other lords, ladies and smallfolk cheering him with joy from around the yard. And Robert Baratheon walking towards them. The two men dropped to their knees- much to Jon's internal **** to kneel before the man who killed his father- and waited until The King stopped in front of them, and beckoned them upwards with his hand. Behind him stood Queen Cersei, gazing at Jon with lust and admiration.
"Gods, Snow!. That was the greatest swordsmanship I've every seen." Robert said seriously, clapping Jon on the shoulder with his palm and turning to Lord Stark next to him. "I don't give a damn what he thinks Ned, it's about time he left the North. I'm not going to take no for an answer.". With that, The King turned to Jon once again for large announcement, though not for Jon who knew what was about to be said and was fine with it.
"You're coming South with us, Jon Snow.".
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Jon Snow & the Ladies of Westeros
Jon Snow meets the beautiful women across the 7 Kingdoms
Instead of hiding the secret, Ned Stark tells Catelyn Stark on Jon's heritage. They raise him well alongside his cousins, telling people that he's the son of Brandon Stark, but give him the truth when he turns 12. Jon grows up to be sexy, brave, kind and confident man who is able to give women pleasure like they've never experienced before. An incredible fighter and lover, he travels across Westeros for encounters with many beautiful ladies. He finds his true family at last. He blazes a trail that leaves him a legend across the land. And, in the end, becomes the King of the Seven Kingdoms.
Updated on May 20, 2018
by Midnight Wolfster
Created on May 9, 2018
by Midnight Wolfster
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