Writhing in ecstacy on his bed because of him

A/N: Hello everyone. I apologize for the longest hiatus between chapters yet. Long story short, as if November and Black Friday preparations weren't busy enough, I ended up needing to undergo a very painful, unexpected, and invasive surgery so I have been on the mend for while now. And yeah, it sucked but even though I am not 100% yet, I have really itching to write more, so, here is the next chapter on the list.

Thank you for your patience and I hope you like the first big smut scenes of the thread. Have fun :D

Jon's gaze filled with lust as he stared at his naked, long-time lover. He had been containing himself all day long to get things done on a proper schedule but the passionate confessions from both his loving sisters in the past hour had pushed him past his limit. In the end, he knew he couldn't take long because he needed to get ready for his family dinner, preferably in time to make his appearance in the Great Hall before Lady Catelyn arrived.

That didn't mean he wasn't first going to fuck the beauty before him for as fast as he possibly could.

"Lay on your back," He growled. "I want to see all of you shake in pleasure as I claim you as mine once more."

Sarella Sand gave him a fiery look and complied immediately, her nude form enticing him from the bed as her folds got wetter and wetter in anticipation of what she knew was about to happen.

For his part Jon undressed as quickly as he possibly could, exposing his rock-hard cock to his lover's hungry eyes.

"Please Master, fuck me fast and remind me again why I belong to you," The daughter of the Prince of Dorne begged. "I need it!"

The Bastard of Winterfell decided to grant his personal healer her wishes and penetrated her on the spot; her unrestrained moans of pleasure echoing across the room as he hammered away at her willing cunt since they both knew they wouldn't be overheard.

"Gods, that feels so GOOD!" She groaned. "And I have needed it so bad since we arrived at the North weeks ago. Thank you so much for finally spearing my pussy, Master."

Jon inhaled sharply as jolts of pleasure kept jumping from his thighs with every thrust and sexual praise. He had told Sarella that they wouldn't be able to fuck for a few weeks after arriving in the North, since the rough journey from White Harbor to Winterfell did not exactly lend itself for that kind of comfort. And even if it wasn't he did not want to risk rumors, or worse, eyewitnesses, spreading such news on the way should they have done the deed inside ins, not with Robert Baratheon's spymaster probably having his little birds working more than usual across the North since the King was on its way. So, the chosen champion of the Valyrian God of Dominance had to agree with his Dornish lover that he also needed this bad by then.

It also helped that he felt pleased that she still found him so desirable after all this time, her gaze thick with lust.

"You're welcome," He replied, salivating as he devoured her nude form with his eyes. "And good to hear. I take it this means you hadn't grown tired of sharing my bed, despite the hundreds of times we have made love?"

In response to that, Sarella squeezed the muscles within her inner channel with a passion, massaging his cock in a very enjoyable way.

"Never," She vowed. "Even if you love to watch me lick pussy as much as I enjoy tasting it, you ruined me for every other man long ago. Only you, my Master, can satisfy me to the fullest. I just hope that your plans will advance soon enough to grant my wish before too long, as it has been years already."

Jon looked at his long-time lover with affection, sighing in contentment as he slowed his thrusts. He knew what she was talking about, of course. Sarella had wanted to bear his children for years now but ever since he used his powers to also claim ownership over her fertility, he ensured she couldn't be impregnated until he willed it so, even though he had cum inside her hundreds of times. She had accepted it of course but still hoped he would get her with child eventually.

Smiling, he took a moment to caress her breasts tenderly and imagine them swelling with milk.

"I know it has been a long time now, my Desert Moon, but we are actually getting much closer to that point," Jon assured her. "Once I finish all I came to do in Winterfell and extinguish some potentially damaging fires on the political landscape, we will be able to proceed with the next stage of my plans. And as you know, that will be when things will start getting publicly interesting, at least as far as my impact in Westeros itself is concerned," He explained. "So, give me four to six more months to consolidate my future gains across the Seven Kingdoms. Once that's done, I will feel much more secure in my position to give you children, for several reasons."

She stared at him with longing, her smile widening. "Promise?"

As an answer, the Bastard of Winterfell penetrated her once more with a deep stroke, making her moan in delight. He smirked at her reaction. "Well, the timing would be just about right by then, now that the gradual build-up of my wealth and power has gotten to this point. So yes, Sarella Sand, I swear to you that before the next six months are done, I will give you what you want and impregnate you with my seed," He vowed, staring at her trembling form with hunger.

And with that, they resumed their lovemaking, with moans and screams being unleashed with their bliss and no one outside to notice. Increasing the speed of his thrusts, Jon fucked his lover hard and deep, which made her shake in pleasure as she gripped the sheets tightly. Feeling drunk with lust, he reached for her tits and grabbed them both, making her smile and then howl to the ceiling as he hammered away in the process.

"Fuck!" She swore, her pussy lips dripping more and more with every stroke. "I am going to cum so damn hard!"

Realizing he was about to do so as well, slowed his thrusts a bit so that he could time his own climax with hers, as a requirement of the mystical ritual he created with the help of the sworn sorcerers at his command; this one involving Sex Magic from Sarella's Summer Islander heritage to fulfill. And when the Bastard of Winterfell was ready, he started speaking the words of the spell he needed for his own half of the ritual, using the sentences in the ancient language of the distant city of Asshai he had learned and memorized precisely for this kind of situation.

Then, once he felt the spark of magic starting to work, he started furiously massaging the nub at the top of her pussy that always brought her so much pleasure, known as a clit in High Valyrian.

His long-time lover's breathing grew ragged as she shook on the bed and hissed in bliss, yelling that she was cumming. Taking that as his cue, Jon speared here with his rock-hard cock as deep as it would go and howled in pleasure as he pushed over the edge, painting her womb with his seed.

Panting, the two of them sighed in contentment and Jon breached the gap to kiss Sarella passionately, their lips locking as they embraced on the bed.

"Thank you for that," She said softly. "I truly needed that."

"You and me both," He admitted, caressing her cheek as he said so.

Eventually, his cock soften and Jon allowed himself to slip out of her depths. He moved to a bowl in the nearby desk and washed his sweaty hands and face with it.

"Well, I need to get ready for the feast and Lady Catelyn's imminent yelling," He announced. "Stay here until the ritual we developed that combines Sex and Shadowbiding magicks is complete. I want the substance ready to work as soon as possible. I will send dinner for you at the earliest opportunity."

"Of course, Master. Have fun putting the Tully bitch in her place."

Jon chuckled. "Oh, I will, but ideally, I should wait at least one more day so that all the pieces are in place for a most satisfying act of retribution," He explained. "Which is no problem for me, given how long I have waited already. Still, it will be fun to see the look on her face when she realizes I am richer than the Lord of Riverrun now, and that she has only herself to blame for putting me on that path with a drive to succeed."

With that said, the Bastard of Winterfell speed up his efforts to get ready; feeling anticipation growing in the pit of his stomach as he looked in the mirror and smirked.

"This visit is going to be most satisfying...I can feel it."

A/N: Well, there you go! Hope you enjoyed the first true smut scene of this thread. Expect plenty more to come if the interest in this branch holds enough for me to continue bringing my outlined plans to life.

Sorry for the longer than expected wait once again. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed this one and until next time guys, see ya!