Yes

As if being called by some ancient god, Jon went forth and pulled Rhaella into a kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth and explored every inch of it, all the while her hand found its way into his breeches and began to playfully grope his cock. Jon groaned in approval and moved one of his hands to Rhaella’s plentiful breasts.

Eventually they had enough playing around and Jon pushed the woman back onto the table, spreading her thick thighs and lining himself up with her glistening cunt. Immediately he entered her and felt a wave of pleasure unlike any he knew, as though her body had been hand crafted by the Gods themselves for his cock.

“That’s it,” she moaned, her hands clawing at his muscled back, “a proper cock to fuck me...”

Jon silenced her with a kiss whilst sawing his cock in and out of her. He grabbed a handful of her impressive ass and thrust away like a demon, growling with pleasure.

“My beautiful King,” she moaned weakly, “I’m yours!”

“Mine!” Jon agreed, taking a handful of her hair and twisting it in his hands, fucking into her with a sudden ****. They came together and screamed, their bodies so close and legs wrapped around eachother.

Rhaella reaches up, pulled Jon into a kiss and then whispered into his ear, breathlessly, “think of all the children we shall have, each of them beautiful as Dragonlords...”

“Oh yes,” Jon agreed, feeling his cock harden inside her, “we shall create a New Valyria out of this delicious cunt.” He took her again, savage as a dragon and filled her child-hungry womb with seed. “And when our daughters are of age...I’ll breed them too. We’ll create the perfect Targaryen dynasty.”

Rhaella moaned wantonly, but otherwise did not move from her place beneath him. Yet there was a sudden clearing of a throat as Melisandre reminded them both that she was still there.

“If we are to bring light to this world,” she said in her enigmatic way, gesturing to the table they lay on, “then we must act quickly. An Empire awaits you...Azor Ahai.”