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The Wolf and the Vipers	By : lionmode Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 30360 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Game of Thrones or A Song of Ice&Fire. I do not own the characters Jon Snow, Tyene Sand, or Trystane Martell. All rights/ownership belong to HBO and George RR Martin. I make no profit from this.

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After an afternoon of sword training, Jon Snow's blood was up. He was easily the best swordsman in the castle, but he trained anyway, out of fear of getting rusty. He was done now, though, but his still felt energized, and needed a release. He figured he'd pay a visit to the Prince and his whores.
He went straight to Prince Trystane's chambers, walking past the guards and sweeping into the room unannounced. Trystane's chambers had a private little pool, a large bed, and a number of bookshelves, suits of armor, and couches. Jon found the young prince laying on his bed, completely naked, jacking himself off. Jon watched for a moment, the olive skinned young boy writhing and squirming at his own touch, as he pumped his fist up and down the length of his cock. His eyes squeezed shut, his mouth slightly agape. Finally, Jon stopped staring and got his attention.
"My Prince," he teased.
Tystane's eyes flew open.
"Jon!" he scoffed. "You come to finish me off?"
"I could," Jon said, kneeling down on the bed at Tristane's bare feet. "If you'd have time to return the favor."
"Lord Commander," Trystane instructed him, "as Prince of this kingdom, I command you to fuck me until we both cum. And then, I might have to insist on seconds."
"Very well," Jon blushed.
He pulled Tristane's legs apart, holding his ankles in his hands. Jon kissed his feet, licking the soles and kissing his toes. His legs wide in the air, the Prince's tight asshole was right before Jon, begging him to stretch it out. Jon continued sucking the prince's toes, an act he found inexplicably erotic. Trystane gently stroked his beautiful cock as Jon worshipped his feet. But with Jon between his legs, he knew he needed his ass used.
"Maids!" he called sweetly. "Bring oil!"
Jon started kissing up his legs, getting closer to his ass and his penis. Without warning, he buried his face in between the prince's ass cheeks, shoving his tongue directly into his hole. The prince moaned, his legs shifting at the pleasure. Jon swirled his tongue around the rim of his hole and pressed into it with his nose.
Though he was dedicated to eating Trystane's ass, his eyes did meet with the blushing servant girl rushing in with a pot of warm sugar oil.
"Thank you, Trystane choked out between moans as the girl set it down on the bedside table.
She scurried out of the room in embarassment. Trystane sighed and twitched as Jon teased his asshole, but he needed more.
"The oil," he instructed. "Stretch me out."
Jon stood up. Until this point, he was still fully clothed, though his cock was swelling against his slacks to the point of discomfort. He ripped off his shirt, so Trystane could admire his muscular figure, and slid off his slacks. His cock was heavy, pink, and thick. Due to his small stature, he was not working with a massive piece of length, but it was fat and firm.
"You're so beautiful," Trystane cooed.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow," Jon replied sweetly.
Jon walked to the bedside table, knelt down to kiss Trystane passionately, before pulling away and picking up the pot of oil. He brought it back to his position at the foot of the bed. He placed it down and roughly pulled Trystane's legs back apart. He dipped two fingers in the pot of oil and placed them against Trystane's hole.
His other hand held Trystane's leg against his chest, with his foot level to his own face. He gently kissed the boy's feet as he gently swirled his fingers around the rim of Trystane's hole, before finally sliding them in. The prince gasped and moaned, his body tensing and his cock spasming against his stomach.
"Jon," he groaned, hoisting his other leg up to his chest so Jon could penetrate him better.
Jon continued to fuck him with his fingers, starting gentle but increasing in intensity. Trystane was tight, but Jon had broken him in before. In and out, he stretched the prince's ass out, to get ready for his aching cock.
Jon knelt down closer, thrusting both his legs back, so the prince's feet were by his own head. He held himself in that position, while Jon slapped his ass and shoved his hand deeper inside. With his free hand, he grabbed the prince's cock and began stroking. The second he touched the famous Dornish piece of meat, the prince began rocking his hips frantically.
Stretching his ass with one hand and pleasuring his dick with the other, Jon was fully commited to the prince's pleasure. The two were not in love, by any means, but there was a bond there. In truth, it was founded on physical attraction. Since the second they laid eyes on each other, there was lust. Jon was the Prince's beautiful, thick lips, and was desperate to feel them wrapped around the base of his cock. The pair had become somewhere between friends and lovers, though their sexual escapades were the driving force of their relationship.
"Jon," Trystane continued to whimper.
He was rock-hard, pre-cum oozing from the tip as Jon continued to stroke him. But he wanted Jon's manhood inside his ass before he was ready to cum.
"Fuck me, now," he growled.
Jon gave his fingers one final thrust into Trystane's ass, making him yelp in pleasure, before pulling them out. In an outrageously seductive gesture, he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them.
"Now!" Trystane barked.
Jon had no choice but to obey the prince of dorne. He dunked his hand in the oil and slathered it across the length of his cock. It felt so good he thought he would bust a nut right then, but he did not. Instead, he laid down atop the prince, cock greased up, and pulled his knees apart. Trystane's chest was already rising and falling as Jon guided his cock into his ass.
It was so tight, but Jon slid his cock into Trystane's ass down to the base. Trystane said nothing, but only gasped and moaned. As Jon began rhymthically pumping away between the Prince's thighs, their eyes finally met. Trystane's nearly watered from the pleasure and pain of the fat northern cock ripping his ass apart.
Trystane reached up to Jon's face and stroked his hair, before pulling his head down to his. With the lips that Jon first admired, he kissed the Lord Commander passionately. However, as Jon started to roughly fuck him, he had to pull away to yelp out in ecstasy.
"Fuck," he moaned.
"You feel so good," Jon grunted.
Their bodies pressed against each other, his hips slamming into the prince's thighs, it was paradise for the Lord Commander. He held the prince's hands in his own, a gesture of their unique and affectionate bond with each other. Trystane continued to writhe and twitch as Jon fucked him.
The tightness of Trystane's ass, the warmth and wetness of the oil, and the beautiful lips planting kisses on his face and chest made Jon never want this moment to end. Making Trystane feel good, but also somewhat hurt, made Jon hornier than he could have ever imagined.
"Jon," Trystane continued to gasp and mean, though he had nothing to actually say.
He was just chanting his lover's name like a prayer as his ass stretched and twitched around his manhood. Jon wrapped his hands around the Prince's throat, choking him softly as he kissed him. Jon meant what he said when he informed the Prince he should not be able to walk the next day. He continued to throttle the Prince as he pounded his ass, making the Dornish noble look up at him with wide teary eyes full of adoration.
Without warning, he let go of Trystane's throat and pulled his cock out of him.
"Roll over," he instructed.
Trystane eagerly sat up and flipped on his stomach. With an ass like his, this position was him time to shine. He seductively arched his back, sticking his muscular but soft ass up into the air, just waiting for Jon to ravage. Jon reapplied some oil, before grabbing Trystane's hips and burying his cock back inside him.
This made Trystane yell in pleasure. Standing up behind him, Jon was able to slam harder and deeper. Trystane reached between his legs and jacked himself off as Jon used his ass from behind. This went on for several minutes, Jon roughly fucking his ass while he pleasured himself. Finally, Jon let go of his hips and grabbed the Prince's hair.
Yanking his head up, he lowered his own and kissed the boy on his neck and his jaw.
"I need you, I need you," Trystane moaned.
"Your ass will always be mine," Jon promised him.
Jon slammed Trystane's head into the bed, nearly smothering him against the cushions as he violently fucked him. He knew it hurt him, but Trystane allowed him to do it. That's how Jon knew their sexual chemistry was strong. Jon mildly hurt Trystane as he fucked his tight ass, but it made him feel so good anyway.
"Cum inside me," Trystane ordered him, nearly a panic in his voice in his desperation for Jon's seed.
"I want you to cum first," Jon refused.
"My ass and my cock are yours," Trystane moaned weakly.
Jon continued to fuck him, ramming his cock as far inside the Prince as he could. But he reached his hands around his waist and wrapped his fingers around the Prince's cock. Trystane's cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, and was currently rock hard, bouncing between his legs and leaking pre-cum.
It did not take long for Jon to make the prince cum. He stroked and squeezed his manhood as his ass continued to get penetrated. Soflty milking out Trystane's cum, it came quickly. A river of hot, sticky white semen shot out of his dick, smearing across himself, Jon's hands, and the bed beneath them. Trystane nearly screamed at this point, twitching and writhing as Jon lovingly brought him over the edge.
Cumming and spasming, Trystane nearly wept. Jon raised his hand off his penis, and saw the thick cum coating his hand and dripping between his fingers. He adored Trystane, and wanted his seed inside him. So he hungrily slurped it off his hands and fingers, licking his hand clean.
"Cum inside me," Trystant begged, nearly whimpering.
Jon's own release was finally upon him, and he wanted to give the Prince what he was asking for.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Cum inside me!!" was all the Prince would whine.
Jon grabbed his hips and rammed his cock as hard as he could inside him. The pressure was welling up in his balls, and in seconds, he exploded. Moaning and grunting as he roughly emptied himself inside the Prince, the orgasm was immaculate. He ravaged the Prince's delicate ass, to the point where he thought he might rip the boy in two. But they both wanted it.
Jon came so hard he nearly lost consciousness, busting deep inside Trystane. He stood still for a moment, panting. Trystane whimpered beneath him, Jon still inside him. Jon finally pulled out, cum trickling out of Trystane's ass as he withdrew. Trystane slumped forward, rolling onto his back to look at Jon with love.
The Lord Commander laid atop him. They took eachother in their arms and kissed passionately, nearly obsessviely in their love for each other. Rolling around in bed making out, the two young men were inseperable.
"You're amazing," Trystane said finally.
"I want to be with you every day, forver," Jon insisted.
"You can," Trystane promised him. "My ass, my throat, my cock- yours forever."
"And mine yours."
"Jon," Trystane gasped. "I never got to suck you. Give me some time to rest, and then I will."
Jon only laughed. The two fell asleep togther, wrapped in eachother's arms. Even they didn't know what passion their waking hours would bring them.
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