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Chapter 11: Jon Targaryen
“Hi Whore!” she said warmly, as she smiled at me.
I had become a popular person the Wintertown. Like all of us, I had survived the Long Night. Like the other non-fighting women and children, I spent the Long Night in the crypts. When the Stark dead came to life and attacked us, I saved a couple of children. Nobody important saw, the only witnesses were some low-born women like me. But they told other low-born women, who told other low-born women. And now I was an accepted and valued member of the community. Women whose husbands weren’t skilled enough would drag their husbands to get taught by me. And they would thank me for fucking their husbands and teaching them to be better at it.
The Northern Army went South, then came back. A familiar face came knocking at my door.
“Jon Snow! How nice to see you again!” I greeted him. “How can I help you?”
“Same thing people usually come to you for,” answered Jon. “How much do you charge?”
“For you, nothing,” I replied with a wink. “your brother already paid me to fuck you.”
“And from the stories people who did tell, I regret not doing it back then,” replied Jon
I led him up into the room and he pounced on me before I could even ask him how he liked it. He kept my mouth occupied with his until we’d already undressed each other, then he kissed his way down me until he went down on me so well my legs went weak and I collapsed on the bed. It was like he knew exactly what I liked, because he licked me in all the places I liked, in exactly the way I wanted him to! After my third climax, he started kissing his way back up my body until he entered me and fucked me until we both finished at the same time!
As we were cuddling in the aftermath, I told him:
“I guess you don’t have a problem fucking your cousin anymore, m’lord.”
“Since I last saw you, I bedded my own aunt,” chuckled Jon. “I know who I am now. I’m now sure you’re NOT my sister. I know who my mother was.”
“Who?” I asked.
“The story that I was told, that I was the bastard son of Lord Ned Stark,” said Jon. “It was all a lie. I am actually the true-born son of Lyanna Stark and her husband, Reaegar Targaryen. I’m the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms.”
“You mean I just fucked the King!” I exclaimed.
“Would have been the King if politics hadn’t gotten in the way,” replied Jon. “Now, instead of ruling, I’m supposed to go back the the Night’s Watch on The Wall. But just between you and me, I don’t plan to stop at The Wall. I’m going to keep going to the other side and join the Free Folk. But not having my first time with you is one of my regrets. So I thought, why not stop by to see my cousin the Whore. We’re still as distantly related as we thought we were.”
“I’m glad you did,” I told him. “You were great!”
“Last time was supposed to be your first time too. You were a maiden when we . . didn’t.” said Jon.
“I know! You got me in big trouble because you wouldn’t,” I replied. “Your brother had paid a lot of money for my maidenhood. I couldn’t sell it again after I’d already sold it to the Starks. So I got someone to be my first who wouldn’t tell.”
“So who WAS your first?” asked Jon.
“Hodor,” I said.
“Hodor?” asked Jon.
“Hodor!” I imitated my first lover. “He was really good at it too. I fucked him a bunch of times. I was sorry when I heard he died.”
“Me too,” said Jon.
“Tyrion Lannister once told me not to be offended at the name ‘bastard’,” said Jon. “He told me wear it like armor and it could never be used against me. But you already do that. You let everyone in town call you ‘Whore’ and even ask people to call you that.”
“Everyone already calls me ‘Whore’ so I made it my name when I became one,” I explained. “They used to say it with meanness, like it was the worse thing in the world you could be. Now when they call me ‘Whore’ they say it in a way that shows I am an important and loved person. That what I do has VALUE.”
After he got dressed, he tried to hand me a bag of money.
“This is all the money I have left. Take it,” commanded Jon.
“I told you, I’ve already been paid to fuck you, cousin,” I refused.
“it will be useless to me beyond The Wall,” explained Jon. “Wildings don’t use money. Take it.”
“All right, thanks,” I said before giving him one last kiss.
“I’m always going to treasure my first time with you . . . Whore,” and this time he said my name with a tone that expressed his affection for me. “Both of them”
“Me too,” I said. “Goodbye, cousin.”
“Goodbye, Whore,” replied Jon, before he walked out of my life, forever.
“Hi Whore!” she said warmly, as she smiled at me.
I had become a popular person the Wintertown. Like all of us, I had survived the Long Night. Like the other non-fighting women and children, I spent the Long Night in the crypts. When the Stark dead came to life and attacked us, I saved a couple of children. Nobody important saw, the only witnesses were some low-born women like me. But they told other low-born women, who told other low-born women. And now I was an accepted and valued member of the community. Women whose husbands weren’t skilled enough would drag their husbands to get taught by me. And they would thank me for fucking their husbands and teaching them to be better at it.
The Northern Army went South, then came back. A familiar face came knocking at my door.
“Jon Snow! How nice to see you again!” I greeted him. “How can I help you?”
“Same thing people usually come to you for,” answered Jon. “How much do you charge?”
“For you, nothing,” I replied with a wink. “your brother already paid me to fuck you.”
“And from the stories people who did tell, I regret not doing it back then,” replied Jon
I led him up into the room and he pounced on me before I could even ask him how he liked it. He kept my mouth occupied with his until we’d already undressed each other, then he kissed his way down me until he went down on me so well my legs went weak and I collapsed on the bed. It was like he knew exactly what I liked, because he licked me in all the places I liked, in exactly the way I wanted him to! After my third climax, he started kissing his way back up my body until he entered me and fucked me until we both finished at the same time!
As we were cuddling in the aftermath, I told him:
“I guess you don’t have a problem fucking your cousin anymore, m’lord.”
“Since I last saw you, I bedded my own aunt,” chuckled Jon. “I know who I am now. I’m now sure you’re NOT my sister. I know who my mother was.”
“Who?” I asked.
“The story that I was told, that I was the bastard son of Lord Ned Stark,” said Jon. “It was all a lie. I am actually the true-born son of Lyanna Stark and her husband, Reaegar Targaryen. I’m the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms.”
“You mean I just fucked the King!” I exclaimed.
“Would have been the King if politics hadn’t gotten in the way,” replied Jon. “Now, instead of ruling, I’m supposed to go back the the Night’s Watch on The Wall. But just between you and me, I don’t plan to stop at The Wall. I’m going to keep going to the other side and join the Free Folk. But not having my first time with you is one of my regrets. So I thought, why not stop by to see my cousin the Whore. We’re still as distantly related as we thought we were.”
“I’m glad you did,” I told him. “You were great!”
“Last time was supposed to be your first time too. You were a maiden when we . . didn’t.” said Jon.
“I know! You got me in big trouble because you wouldn’t,” I replied. “Your brother had paid a lot of money for my maidenhood. I couldn’t sell it again after I’d already sold it to the Starks. So I got someone to be my first who wouldn’t tell.”
“So who WAS your first?” asked Jon.
“Hodor,” I said.
“Hodor?” asked Jon.
“Hodor!” I imitated my first lover. “He was really good at it too. I fucked him a bunch of times. I was sorry when I heard he died.”
“Me too,” said Jon.
“Tyrion Lannister once told me not to be offended at the name ‘bastard’,” said Jon. “He told me wear it like armor and it could never be used against me. But you already do that. You let everyone in town call you ‘Whore’ and even ask people to call you that.”
“Everyone already calls me ‘Whore’ so I made it my name when I became one,” I explained. “They used to say it with meanness, like it was the worse thing in the world you could be. Now when they call me ‘Whore’ they say it in a way that shows I am an important and loved person. That what I do has VALUE.”
After he got dressed, he tried to hand me a bag of money.
“This is all the money I have left. Take it,” commanded Jon.
“I told you, I’ve already been paid to fuck you, cousin,” I refused.
“it will be useless to me beyond The Wall,” explained Jon. “Wildings don’t use money. Take it.”
“All right, thanks,” I said before giving him one last kiss.
“I’m always going to treasure my first time with you . . . Whore,” and this time he said my name with a tone that expressed his affection for me. “Both of them”
“Me too,” I said. “Goodbye, cousin.”
“Goodbye, Whore,” replied Jon, before he walked out of my life, forever.
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