Game Of Thrones Jon And Daenerys Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The night tasted like ash and fury. Veyra stood barefoot at the edge of the cliff, the wind thrashing her cloak against her legs as if the skies themselves mourned. Below her, the forest bowed in silence, shadows swallowing the trees whole. Jon was alive—but barely. His wounds, carved by Nyros' wrath, had turned her blood to ice. She had never heard him scream like that. Not even during the war with the Obsidian Fang. She could still see his face as he was carried back to Nightveil—bruised, bloodied, breath shallow. She had touched his broken chest, her hands trembling, and whispered his name over and over until her voice gave out. That had been the last crack in her restraint.

There was a moment of silence as we all watched Tyrion take a substantial amount of gulps before giving a response. “Well…it's a lucky day because I brought you a souvenir,” Tyrion, belched, and dropped his drink. He reached inside his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope, sliding it across the table towards me. “Beta Damon’s wife, Lisa, and his three-year-old son, Jayden.” I almost choked on my drink. “Wait what?” A sly smile gradually drew at the corner of my lip. “Could you please draw me a clearer picture?” I asked, leaning back into my seat.

I scrambled to my feet, nearly dropping the phone, as I ran to the bedroom, and set the phone up on my dresser so he had a perfect view. I sank down on the toy slowly, moaning his name with every brutal inch. Jonah was excited because I couldn’t pretend anymore, he groaned like he was dying. “Ride it, Kiera. Hard, pretend it’s me splitting you open again.” I did, bouncing, my tits jiggling and aching to be sucked, tears streaming, begging brokenly. “Please, Jonah—Daddy—let me cummm” He came first, his thick cum painting his abs and chest, he moaned my name like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

she said. Demi looked at her for one more moment. Then she nodded the small precise nod that meant I'll hold that and they walked back to their room in the island dark, and Nora lay awake for an hour with the amber light behind her eyes and selveth turning over in her mind like a coin that hadn't decided which side to land on. Her phone lit up at one forty-seven in the morning. Not Demi. Not Caspian. Lysander. One line. No greeting.

Prince Kohl grinned broadly as she opened the door, expressing excitement and love. Why don't you watch the games? I just want to watch you." They chuckled. "You know, it's disrespectful to the queen of the iron throne that you are here and I can't be there," he added. He gave her a hug, and they had a passionate kiss. They shared another kiss, but this time the atmosphere was strong, with two lovers' sexual thoughts and desires filling the room. They desired more. When Naomi pulled him over, their bodies were overcome with goosebumps after a burst of light passed through their heads. The kisses they exchanged travelled from the east to the west, then to the south and back to the north.