Jon indulges in his power

Jon's way was the right way. Otherwise he would not be able to mould the entire world and everyone in it. Everything he did was right. He couldn't be wrong. Jon knew he was a good man.

So when dark fantasies played at the edges of his mind, Jon didn't banish them like he had always done before. His power was absolute. If he wanted to, he could kill every man, woman, and child in Westeros, and it would be fine because he could bring them all back with a sentence.

He would do the right thing, and make this world a better place. But why couldn't he indulge himself in whatever he wanted first? Life was essentially a game to him now, so why shouldn't he have some fun?

In the spirit of that, he let himself think on his deepest fantasies. Anything he ever wanted was his to take. He could walk up to King's Landing and claim the Iron Throne. He suspected, however, that if he just took everything he wanted right away, things might get boring. Being all powerful meant there were no challenges to him except self-imposed ones. At the very least, he could take things one step, one person, at a time.

It was with that thought that he looked at Sansa. She was the first person to feel his power. But, considering all he could do, he had barely changed her at all. And thinking on his darkest fantasies, the normal rules no longer applied to him. She was his to do with as he wished.

He liked the sound of that.

"Sansa, you agree with me about everything, yes?" he asked.

"Yes, Jon." she replied, still looking confused at her half-brother. He had been acting incredibly strange the past few minutes.

"So if I say that you should be naked right now..." he trailed off, and Sansa's eyes widened.

"Should I?" she asked, slightly panicked. "I didn't realise Jon, I'm so sorry." Quickly, without any regard for where she was or who she was with, Sansa took off her clothes.

When she was done, she wasn't even wearing her boots anymore. She was completely bare, showing her entire body to Jon. He stared at his sister's naked body, feeling his cock harden. She was an incredibly beautiful young woman, who completely believed that it was normal to be standing naked in front of her brother.

"Since you always agree with me, you also know that sex between family is completely normal, right?" For a second, Sansa frowned, like she didn't quite understand what she was hearing. Quickly though, that frown turned into a smile.

"Of course I know that Jon."

"And you also know that you want to fuck me, very much, right now."

Sansa looked at her half-brother. Why had she never seen it before? Jon was possibly the most attractive man she had ever seen. She could feel her pussy start to get a little wet just thinking about his cock. She realised now that her half-brother was the perfect man for her, in every way. She walked up to him, trying as hard as she could to make herself look sexy for him.

As Sansa approached him, Jon started to remove his clothes. He shrugged off his heavy coat, and rapidly began to remove his armour. When Sansa got close enough, she dropped to her knees, and helped him remove his boots. After she had done that, Jon was almost completely naked, with only his trousers left. Sansa looked up into Jon's eyes, her mind clouded with lust. Slowly, sensually, she untied the knot that held his trousers up, staring up at Jon the entire time. When she was done, she pulled down his trousers, revealing his cock right in front of her face. She needed it, she needed it bad.

When Sansa wrapped her lips around his cock, Jon knew he could never look at her in the same way again. He slowly thrust in and out of her mouth, while she sucked and teased his cock with her tongue. Her mouth was divine, it was as though she had been born to pleasure him. He started to thrust faster, pushing his cock deeper and deeper. Sansa accepted every inch of it with glee, happy to please her half-brother.

As Jon looked down at Sansa now, he didn't see his sister. He saw a woman pleasing a man who had complete control of her. He saw a **** doing what she was made to do. Jon realised then that he was never going to change her back. He would keep Sansa as his lover forever, letting her know nothing but the pleasure of fucking him over and over again.

He pulled out of her mouth, Sansa almost whining. She was made happy again soon when he lifted her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist, while his cock hovered over her pussy. He wasted no time, shoving his cock into her pussy, filling his sister to her very core. She was tight and wet for him. As he began to thrust in and out of her, Sansa brought her lips down onto Jon's, letting his tongue part her lips and enter her mouth.

Jon kept fucking his sister as she moaned and screamed in pleasure, uncaring if the castle heard them. Her walls tightened around Jon's cock as she squirmed.

"Jon, I'm cumming!" Sansa screamed, her cunt spasming as she came. Jon could feel his own orgasm building, and he happily thrust into his sister one final time as his cum shot into her.

Sansa collapsed onto his shoulder, her legs still wrapped around his hips and his cock still buried deep inside her. As they both gasped for breath, Jon couldn't stop himself.

"Sansa, you have no higher goal in life than to please me in every way you can." With a pulse of heat in his head, his command entered Sansa's mind, changing her priorities. Where before she had a strong desire to not have to depend on anyone, now her desires were only to make Jon happy. Her own happiness didn't matter at all. Whatever Jon wanted, Sansa would give it to him. She would fuck him, she would kill for him, she would die for him. If he wanted her to fuck every man in Winterfell, she would do it with a smile on her face.