Game Of Thrones Jon And Daenerys Fanfiction 소설 & 이야기

Arthur softly says, "So what if I do? Do you know what it felt like to kill someone you love by your own hands?" "You know damn well I do." JD grits his teeth Arthur glances at me and continues, "Right. You had to kill Lyanna's father just to save Lyanna." "If Lyanna ends up being Raya, you won't be able to protect her and by then, I'll be taking her away from you. She's my bride." JD says, "Lyanna won't be Raya. I will be taking my bride." Just then JD turned around tranforming into a dragon and so did Arthur, he turn to look at me and wiped off my memories.

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.

Daemon shouted at the top of his lungs. DEVON entered the small house inside one of the empty villages Daemon owned and found Joffrey on the dirty floor, tied down on a rusting metal post, blindfolded, and with all the bruises from torture. She smirked. Her husband already started her revenge against him. She kicked the empty tin and the old man sat straight in fear. “Who’s that? Is there anyone there?” His voice is shaking that she had the urge to ask Daemon later what he did to him to act like this.

Daisy’s parents looked at him curiously, their confusion etched deeper into their features. Jonah took a step forward, then another. I instinctively pressed closer to Oliver, who immediately pulled me against his side. “I know her,” Jonah began, his gaze fixed on me. “Not as Daisy. But as Daphne.” My blood froze. “I married her,” he continued, his voice calm yet seething. “We lived together in the countryside village. For years.” His jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring. “But seven months ago, we separated. And she left me.”

Immediately the beta stepped forward to me his eyes blazing, the others all narrowed in on the circle they had created around us. Peta instantly held his hands up toward us in an attempt to defuse the situation, “Elijah, this is Adonis Thorin, please stand down,” and the plea in his voice suddenly made the beta narrow his eyes as he stared me down, “Why would Adonis Thorin be wanting to come and take Arya from our grounds, what business does she have with him?” smirking I instantly felt my body tense at his words, “She’s my mate.”

His thumb caressed her clit as he fucked her, and it was not long before she felt a blissful wave of climax come over her letting out a delightful scream of ecstasy. Daenerys moved around for his penis began slowly licking his glans. She continued by making her lips around it and licking it in her mouth with her tongue making circles around it. Daario could wait no longer; he must have her. He pushed her down onto the bed and thrust himself into her, wanting wet pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper and deeper until neither one of them could restrain themselves. She squirted on the bed like dragonfire as he came hard inside of her. Both were breathing hard as valyrian

he said, stretching out a hand to stroke Daenerys’s leg as if he had every right to. “Finally,” he murmured, voice low with satisfaction, “you’ll be coming home, little one.” Before his fingers even grazed her, I snapped her away from him, curling my arm like a shield around her tiny body. “Don’t touch her,” I spat. He blinked, surprised for a moment, then tilted his head and smirked. “Sharon… you must be forgetting how things work. Daenerys is my child. Mine. And trust me, she and I are going to have plenty of bonding time, with or without your permission.”

“He’s going to think I am whore.” “You are a whore.” Jon said as he crouched in front of her. “It’s true! That’s all I have left! I’m a whore!” She whispered. “You liked that shit.” Jon said. “No I didn’t!” She protested. “Then why is your cunt dripping?” Jade looked at her crotch. It was true, despite her being upside down with a cross deep inside her, her pussy juices were leaking out. Jon grabbed the cross and pulled it out of her.

“And who is to be charmed?” “Maria Maleventum. She is to fall in love with a person named Jon St. Fond.” Sweat dripped from Jon’s forehead. Passions stirred and the red haze of desire rode over his brain. Could this really work? The girl he wanted so much, the focus of his primal lust, would soon be his. And so easily? He became so excited he made himself sick. “Jon St. Fond,” said the entity. Sneering curiosity. A treasure uncovered. Jon’s blood froze. His name was now known. “Is that you?”

“I gave her the poison recipe. I opened the passage under the east tower. I thought… if the bond broke, you would see reason. Choose strength over sentiment.” Kael advanced, slow, predatory. “You thought wrong.” Jorah didn’t flinch. “Darius showed me the prophecy scrolls. The full ones, not the fragments the elders keep. A hybrid bride rises, born of forbidden blood. She either unites the packs under one unbreakable rule… or she tears them apart in civil war. The Ironfangs believe the second. I believed it too.” Elara’s claws extended instinctively. “And now?” Jorah met her eyes, gray storm meeting silver fire. “Now I’m not sure. You fought at the stones. You took arrows for him. You didn’t