Episode 1: Dragonstone

"You are my sister, but I am king now," Jon scolded, walking with Sansa along the walls of Winterfell. Sansa just rolled her eyes.

"Will you start wearing a crown?" Sansa shot back, annoyed with his arrogance. She was the reason Winterfell was theirs. The Knights of the Vale had come for her, not Jon. Without them, they'd all be flayed corpses rotting in a field.

"When you question my decisions in front of the other lords and ladies, you undermine me," Jon went on, talking to her like a teacher would a child. Men, Sansa thought to herself, always so prickly with their power.

"So I can't question your decisions anymore?"

"Of course you can, but--"

"Joffrey never let anyone question his authority," Sansa snapped, hoping the ugly comparison would make her see his way. "You think he was a good king?"

"Do you think I'm Joffrey?" Jon replied, looking her straight in the eyes. Well, this isn't working, Sansa thought. Time to switch to another tactic.

"You're as far from Joffrey as anyone I've ever met," Sansa purred, stepping closer and resting a hand on his shoulder. Leaning close, she whispered, "For starters, you have a much bigger cock."

Jon was taken aback by her forwardness, so much so that he couldn't formulate a response. Sansa spoke for him.

"I hate arguing like this," she muttered seductively, pulling him closer. "And it's been a while since we've had any fun."

"Sansa," Jon protested, though his heart wasn't in it. "People could see us."

"See what," Sansa replied, opening a nearby door. "We are just inspecting the equipment." Catching her meaning, Jon hurried into the weapons room, Sansa closing the door behind him. Before he could say anything, Sansa pushed him up against the wall, staring into his eyes before leaning in and kissing him. It was a deep kiss, Jon's anger melting away under her warm lips. His tongue found its way into her mouth, and she moaned into the embrace. Men, all the same.

"Sansa, we can't keep doing this," Jon complained, breaking the kiss. "You're my sister."

"Half sister," Sansa corrected, running her hand down Jon's chest. "Besides, it would be cruel to deprive me of your nice, big..." Sansa didn't need to finish that sentence, her hand snaking down to his crotch. She squeezed it through his trousers and felt how hard he was. Check and mate.

"I mean, I guess we could--" Jon was cut short by Sansa kissing him again, throwing all her lust and need into the kiss. Despite her ulterior motives, Sansa was quite horny, and Jon's cock was quite impressive. She pressed her chest against him, while her fingers deftly undid his belt.

"Hush," Sansa whispered, separating from her brother. Falling to her knees, she pulled his pants down. His cock popped out, level with Sansa's mouth and almost painfully hard. Grabbing the base, she looked up at the speechless Jon.

"How's this for undermining," she joked, before taking him in her mouth. Jon groaned as his dick slipped past her lips, the first few inches disappearing into her warm, wet mouth. Sansa withdrew a bit before plunging back down, taking more and more of him. She could feel his length slide back and forth on her tongue, the sizable cock reaching deeper and deeper. Sansa knew what Jon liked. He liked a girl who took his whole dick, deep throating him and swallowing his cum. Nothing fancy, fitting for a northerner.

"Gods, Sansa," Jon grunted, running his hands through her hair. "You're the best." I know, that's why I'm Queen of Winterfell. Looking up, she captivated him with her stunning blue eyes. It wasn't long before Sansa's lips reached the base of his cock, all seven inches nestled in her throat. Sansa lingered for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fullness, before she withdrew, taking a deep breath of air. Then she was back down again, taking his entire length. She built a rhythm, alternating between taking half his cock and deepthroating him, and she could feel him approaching his climax. He never lasted too long, not with Sansa. She was too beautiful, too good, too taboo. The King in the North was putty in her hands.

"FUCK!" Jon groaned, grabbing her hair and pushing his whole dick down her throat. She was ready for it and moaned as she felt his cum pour down her throat, the Stark girl completely emptying his balls. The whole time, Sansa kept staring at her brother, her seductive blue eyes only turning him on more. When he was spent, Sansa withdrew slowly, pleasuring each inch until finally his cock left with a pop.

"Mmmmmmm..." Sansa moaned, licking her lips. "I love the taste of your cum."

"Anything for family," Jon replied, still caught up in the moment.

"So," Sansa purred, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "If I wanna ask you a question, or offer some advice, will you listen?"

"Yea, yea," Jon agreed, not able to refuse his sister right now.

"Even in front of the scary lords and ladies?" Sansa asked, standing up.

"Of course," he reassured her. "You're a Stark, after all."

"Awww thanks Jon," she replied cheerfully, giving him a last peck on the cheek. "I'll see you at dinner." Without another word, she left the weapons closet, glad that little problem was fixed.

Later that day...

Sansa had hoped to have a relaxing afternoon, but she knew that wouldn't happen when Littlefinger started talking to her.

"I want you to be happy," he was saying. "I want you to be safe."

"I am safe," Sansa replied. "I'm at home, surrounded by friends. I have Brienne to protect me from anyone who would harm me."

"But what about happy?" Baelish asked. Sansa groaned on the inside. Petyr's suspicion of Jon and her northern allies was only complicating things. Well, no point in beating around the bush. Sansa knew how to handle Littlefinger.

"I know what will make me happy," Sansa said, smiling seductively.

"Are you suggesting..." Petyr trailed off, but his understanding was clear. Sansa simply winked and turned, walking away. It took Baelish only a second to comprehend, following behind her like a puppy. Sansa considered taking him to her room, where they would be comfortable, but too many people would see them walking together. No, she knew where to go.

Climbing a flight of stairs, Sansa opened an all too familiar door.

"A weapons closet?" Littlefinger asked inquisitively, raising an eyebrow.

"I was under the impression that we were inspecting equipment," Sansa replied, walking into the room. Wow, two men in one room in one day, Sansa thought. This is a first. Baelish was close behind her, closing the door and approaching her.

"I had assumed our fun would stay in the past," he said. He leaned in and Sansa accepted his advance, giving him a nice, long kiss. While she despised the man, she had to admit he was a good kisser. He knew how to use his tongue, that was for sure.

"Oh, Petyr," Sansa laughed, pulling away from the kiss. "Why would you think that?" Falling to her knees, she smiled back up at him. "You know how much I love your cock. Would you mind taking it out for me?"

"Anything for you, my lady," Baelish replied, unlacing his breeches and fishing out his cock. It wasn't as big as Jon's, but not small. Sansa just liked her lips, grabbing the erect member and licking the head.

"Mmmmmm, salty!" Sansa grinned, tasting his precum. Her tongue began to run up and down his shaft, pleasing the Lord of the Vale greatly. He tried to keep his composure, but even he couldn't prevent a few groans from escaping his mouth.

"My trade was brothels," Littlefinger said, running a hand along her cheek. "And you are the best, most beautiful cocksucker I've ever met."

"Awwww, how romantic," Sansa replied, grinning before taking the head in her mouth. She knew what Petyr liked. He liked a girl who knew what she was doing. Elegance and experience, skill and patience. And he liked to cover his girls with his cum, marking them as his. She stroked his dick as she focused on the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive gland. Then, pulling her mouth off his dick, she changed focus. Using her hand to raise his dick, she began sucking on his balls. She knew he loved it, running her tongue all over the sack, her hand still jerking him off.

"This is why you're so good," Baelish groaned, tilting his head upward and closing his eyes. "You take care off the whole cock, and you put your heart into it. Just like your mother." Sansa tried to hide her annoyance at the mention of her mother, focusing on pleasing her ally. Letting go off his balls, she ran her tongue from the sack all the way up his length, finishing by taking the head in her mouth. Like Jon, Littlefinger couldn't resist Sansa, and never lasted long. After a minute or two more, he pulled her off his dick, Sansa knowing what it meant.

"Oh Petyr, you gonna give me your cum?" Sansa asked, slowly stroking him. "It's been so long since I've tasted it." Baelish didn't stand a chance, and grunting he shot his load all over his love. The first strand hit her lips, and Sansa aimed the cock so he painted every square inch of her face, careful not to get any in her hair. The last few drops dribbled onto her hands, and with a smirk, she licked her fingers clean.

"You are quite the sight to behold," Littlefinger marveled, producing a handkerchief from his shirt pocket.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Sansa purred, taking the cloth and cleaning her face. "You're a real gentlemen."

"I try," Littlefinger replied, flashing her a toothy grin.

When Sansa once again looked flawless, she stood up, wrapping her arms around Baelish's neck. "So, think you can trust Jon. After all, he is my brother."

"I suppose," Petyr conceded, "I only wish to keep you safe."

"I know," Sansa cooed, giving him a quick kiss. "But let's all try to be nice, okay?" Littlefinger nodded, and Sansa, with a smile, took her leave.

"Oh, politics," she muttered, back in the open northern air. Seeing that the sun was almost setting, she gathered herself and made her way to dinner.