Game Of Thrones Fanfiction Jon Snow And Daenerys の小説・ストーリー

I pictured him gently leaning in and undoing the buttons of my shirt, slowly revealing my bare hills after carefully removing my jeans and panties… I flushed. 'You do realize that Damon is not here, right?' Snow interjected, trying to make me aware of the reality. However, her words seemed to go unnoticed as my imagination got the best of me... Whether he was physically present or not became inconsequential, as my mind effortlessly conjured a vivid portrayal of him, and that was enough to satisfy me. 'Shush snow, one of our mates is about to tame us.' I said and she sneered. Back to Damon, what was he doing again??? Oh yes…

I say the last part out of breath. Jon doesn't waste another second. Clothes vanished, I didn’t care how. I am bare under him, his hands on my thighs, spreading me wide across the large bed. My back arches when he dips down, licking a long, slow stripe up my center, his tongue flicking wickedly at my clit until I bucked. I barely have time to breathe before he is face to face with me. “Look at me, Aurora,” Jon said. I open my eyes, and there he was. Wild, golden-eyed, trembling with restraint.

Of course, she loves him too. Even though we fúcked every day, her heart still belongs to him. And I will not accept that. I have already claimed her as mine. I refuse to share her love with another man. --- **Snow's POV** Sitting on a large rock, I stared out at the sea, hoping its calm waves would ease the storm inside me. But no matter how hard I tried to hold it in, the pain was too much. Silent tears rolled down my cheeks, my body trembling as I struggled to breathe.

SHARON’S POV The night smelled like cut grass and diesel. Streetlights flickered weak yellow pools across cracked pavement, turning everything into shadows with sharp edges. Daenerys sat between my knees on the curb, her small back pressed to my chest, dragon plush already damp from her tears. Daemon curled against her side, one fist knotted in her sleeve, the other thumb jammed deep in his mouth. His eyelids drooped, then snapped open again every few seconds. He knew. They both knew.

The atmosphere was beginning to thicken, which Arya knew full well, it had been months since I’d moved into this house, and one thing that I was certain of since the move was that Adrian hated his father. “I’ll take Queen Dylan to get cleaned up, and I assure you, your grace I will help her choose a beautiful gown for your announcement.” Arya spoke respectfully, trying to ease the growing tension between alpha and son. This was often the case. Being mated to Arya meant that I got an inside look into the lives of our district leaders, both current and future. Both Aryas father and the king were just as unhinged as each other. King Josh performed a simple nod of his head, as Arya stood and ges

I wouldn't have expected that from him, but well, that was his way of kissing her, I suppose. You are breathtaking mate. Aaron told Snow. And you are very handsome Aaron. Snow giggled. She was acting like a teenager just how I do in front of Alex. He growled in satisfaction. He moved forward to kiss her again but Snow moved out of the way, making him growl at her action once again. If you want me, then you better catch me Alpha. She said before running off. Oh, you don't know how much I love challenges, mate. Especially when you are the reward, with that Aaron set off too.

He stroked her face and prayed to God she would be all right as he continued to kiss her. When he finally stopped, she groaned and her lips searched for his, begging for his touches. Darcy was pleased and fulfilled her wish by kissing her again. This time, she responded by tightening her arms around him and whispering his name. “Darce, you do love me. I’m your Snow.” When he moved his lips back, he whispered, “Yes, you’re my Snow. You’ll always be my Snow.” She seemed to relax at his reply and snuggled deep against his chest as she fell into a deep slumber. Soon, Darcy too fell asleep, hugging her against him, never wanting to let her go.

Alex had exclaimed when we met face to face, "Who are you supposed to be?" "I'm Jon Snow,” said my husband straightening up to the maximum, "What are you supposed to be and why are you carrying those boxes on your legs?" "Because I'm Tyrion Lannister,” Alex snapped, pointing to a mark on his face, "The best character in Games of Thrones." Then I had witnessed one of the funniest and most absurd discussions. The truth is that now Milena didn’t want to take off her costume and wanted to dance and have everyone dance for her.

“What did you say? You are my fucking mate! If I want to touch you, you will have to accept. No rejection is allowed.” The sinister glint in his eyes made me shiver, yet Snow growled in delight. That darn traitor was in heaven upon witnessing Dante’s animal side. “Dante, don’t!” “Stop torturing my mate!” he growled so loud. “Stop being stubborn, Winter, and let me see my mate! I want her!” And that was the push Snow needed to fight me. She had been dormant all this time, accepting everything I decided without fighting much. ‘Not a chance, Snow.’

The cat had odd-eyed eyes, one blue and the other yellow. “Good afternoon, lycan king and his apprentice!” “So you are the king of the cats here?” “Yes, my name is Snowy. I am a female cat, but I am their leader. You must be the red moon girl.” “My name is Jonea Rawling, you can call me Jonea.” “Okay, Jonia. I was just wondering what kind of person this stupid lycan would want to marry.” “Shut up, you ugly cat!” Daran said in annoyance.