The Dragon Must Have Three Heads

Author's Note: The author disclaims all rights to the works which inspired this fanfiction, principally George R. R. Martin's ASOIAF/AGOT series. The author also claims no rights to this story itself. That said, in this story, book canon will be the primary source for characterization and events in the timeline, with adjustments as noted to make the story more interesting (and lewder). Feel free to imagine the characters as presented in the show, although the younger characters have naturally been aged up to make them suitable for this kind of thing. Everything's above board.

Jon Snow clenched his teeth, letting out a hiss of air as he slowly pushed deeper into the tight rear of the girl bent over his bed in front of him. This was not his first time with her, and it would not be his last, but every time still felt special. She was his, and always had been... even before she realized it.

He watched as inch after inch of his massive pole disappeared into her, her pink anus squeezing like a vice around him. His hands were on her hips, which bucked back against him, eager for more. Jon had never been one to disappoint, and he could never say no to her in particular. With a grunt, he pushed in deeper.

"Jon! You're so..." the girl cried out, and stopped mid-sentence, overcome by the feeling of fullness that was rapidly turning the rest of her conscious mind into goop. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he began to thrust in and out of her, and the sound of flesh filled the room.