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Love and Comfort	By : White Glove Literature Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 38888 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Arya slowly approached the pair, a determined yet nervous look on her face. She dropped the fencing swords to the floor at her sides, looking up at Jon as she kicked off her shoes and moved to unfasten the trousers she wore, stepping out of them and letting them fall to the floor beside her. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her small hips, letting them pool around her feet on the floor before sliding her shirt over her head. She worried her lower lip as she stopped next to Jon, one of her hands on his arm.
“It’s my turn now. I’ve waited long enough,” she said. Sansa looked at her, her head resting on Jon’s shoulder, she climbed down off his lap and stood beside Arya, her hand on her sister’s shoulder comfortingly as she guided her forward.
Arya knelt before Jon, her small hands grasping his member, stroking the shaft as she leaned in, her tongue darting out and swiping over the tip of his manhood, eliciting a soft moan from him. She slowly teased her tongue around the mushroom tip and along his shaft, licking up the traces of his seed and her sister’s juices, before lowering her mouth down, taking the first few inches of his member into her warm and wet mouth, head bobbing gently up and down as he hardened between her soft lips. Jon’s hands found her head, guiding her gently up and down, his fingers tangling in her dark locks as he moaned, his eyes half-lidded with lust and pleasure. Arya hummed softly in the back of her throat, the vibrations driving Jon mad with lust, his hands tugging softly but urgently at her dark locks, his hips thrusting upwards, he moaned, inflamed with lust as Arya pulled back, making Jon sigh in frustration, his eyes snapping open as he gazed at her, panting breathlessly.
Jon lifted Arya into his arms, his hands settling on her slender hips as he carried her to his desk, quickly brushing everything aside, onto the floor before settling her gently onto the surface, his lips finding her in a passionate kiss. Arya wrapped her arms around Jon’s shoulders, his hands moving down between her thighs, fingers teasing the soft lips of her cunt, gently pushing them open to tease her clit, rolling the swiftly hardening nub between his fingers, making Arya stiffen and moan, her hips pushing against his hand as he slipped a finger inside her, moaning as the soft velvet walls clamped down on the hard digit.
Jon knelt, pulling Arya to the edge of the desk, his lips trailing soft kisses along Arya’s thighs, making his way slowly up to her dripping slit, his tongue swiping over the lips, licking up her glistening juices, his fingers parting her soft lips, his tongue gently pushing into her tight sheath, the velvet muscle thrusting in and out causing Arya’s hips to buck against his face, her small hands tangling in her brother’s dark hair, soft whimpers and moans escaping her lips as he teased her clit between calloused fingers, her nails raking across his scalp, crying out as her body stiffened, flooding his mouth with her juices.
Jon stood, towering over Arya, his rough, whiskered chin glistening with her juices as she lay back on his desk, panting and looking up at him through lust clouded eyes. He stepped forward, his member hard and throbbing as he rubbed the mushroom tip across her soft petals, his nostrils flaring and his tongue swiping out over his lips, tasting her honey as he pressed the head of his member against her slick entrance, slowly pushing forwards, his thick shaft slowly stretching her, making her stiffen and grimace slightly as her body struggled to adjust to his size. Jon bit his bottom lip as he braced himself against the desk, his member pushing deeper into her. She was so tight, so hot. Her walls squeezed down on his member, driving him wild. He was less than halfway inside her and he was certain he was going to cum any second. Arya gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white and toes curling as her wet clutching sheath slowly adjusted to his size and the discomfort began to fade, replaced by pleasure as her short, slender legs wrapped around him, attempting to pull him deeper inside her.
Jon pulled her up against his chest, his hands gripping her backside as he kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, his hips thrusting forward, the tip of his hard member pushing against the entrance to her womb with every thrust, his dark eyes shut tight as he moaned into the kiss. Arya wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back, her body shaking with every thrust of Jon’s hard cock, his hands fondling her backside as his thick, thrusting shaft rubbed against her swollen clit, making her head spin, her small body swimming with pleasure as he picked up the pace, thrusting faster, harder, his shaft rubbing against something deep inside her causing her breath to hitch, her fingernails digging into the skin of his shoulders.
She couldn’t think, lights were exploding behind her eyes making her vision blurry. Her breath came in short ragged gasps as her body shook, trembling in her orgasm her vision went dark. Arya’s orgasm was driving Jon over the edge, his hips smacking against her pale thighs hard and rough, his member swelling as he flooded her with his seed, his breath hot and heavy against her sweaty skin, his legs going weak, he collapsed into the chair behind his desk, cradling Arya in his arms as she slowly came too.
Arya opened her eyes, nuzzling against Jon’s chest as he carded his fingers through her hair. She looked up at him, grinning and kissed his lips, her hands on his shoulders as she moved up onto her knees to face him, her eyes shining. She winced slightly at dull ache in her hips and climbed off his lap standing on shaky feet. His hands steadied her, and she placed her hands on his arm, blushing as she felt something wet trickling down her thighs. Jon laughed at her cute expression and stood, wrapping her in his jacket before lifting her up into his arms and carrying her out of the office, followed by Sansa, as they all headed towards the bathroom in the master bedroom, now Jon’s room and they all settled into the large sunken tub to get washed up.
After their bath, they settled in the large mahogany bed, Sansa and Arya on either side of Jon, their heads resting on his chest, his arms around their shoulders. Arya drifted off to sleep, her head on Jon’s right arm, while Sansa cuddled against Jon’s left side and looked at him, her soft hands on his chest.
“Tomorrow’s the funeral… I can’t believe they’re gone,” she said, tears springing to her eyes.
“Yeah, me either,” Jon said sadly, blinking back tears of his own. Sansa shook against his side, quiet sobs pouring forth. Jon held her close, his tears falling in a rare show of emotion. They held each other, crying softly before exhaustion took hold and they succumbed to sleep. Jon had a fitful night, his sleep plagued by nightmares. His head shook from side to side as he mumbled in his sleep.
(Jon was walking through the halls of Winterfell manor, searching for something, someone, anyone. The manor was empty of life, the walls and ceilings covered in dust and cobwebs. The doors were open, hanging on rusted hinges and birds flew in and out of broken windows. In the darkened corners Jon heard small animals chittering. Suddenly there was a loud howling sound and Jon turned a corner. There sitting in a rotting wooden chair in the parlor was a skeleton in motheaten old clothes, wisps of rotten hair clinging to the skull. Beside it, on the floor, sat an aged wolf with snow-white fur and red eyes. The wolf raised its head, looking Jon in the eyes, and howled, long and loud.)
Jon bolted upright in bed, panting and shaking, a terrified shout tearing forth. Startled, his eyes focused and he noticed Arya straddling his hips, her small naked body frozen as she looked at him, her long dark hair framing her face as she stared at him. Jon slowly calmed down and looked her in the eyes, his heart rate returning to normal as he calmed, only to jolt in surprise once more as he realized what was happening. In the bright sunlight streaming through the window, he saw her. Arya was straddling him, propped up on her knees, her hips rocking back and forth as she rode him, her eyes shut as her breathing steadied, her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. Arya moaned, her fingers thrusting in and out faster as she bounced up and down on her brother’s member, the thick shaft stretching her rectum as her body shook, her juices squirting onto her hand. Coming down from her orgasm, Arya climbed off her brother and moved onto her hands and knees on the bed, wiggling her bum as she grinned at him over her shoulder, her cheeks spread, revealing her gaping hole.
“Fuck me, Jon.” She giggled as she reached back with her right hand, slapping the cheeks of her backside. Needing no more encouragement, Jon moved behind her, his hard member pressed against her gaping anus. He moaned softly as he thrust his hips forward, burying himself in his little sister’s bowels. “Oh gods, yes. Fuck me, Jon. Fuck me with your dirty cock. I love your cock up my ass.” Arya moaned, shocking Jon with her filthy language.
Jon moaned, his large rough hands mauling her pale upturned cheeks, smacking the firm globes while rocking his hips, thrusting roughly into her backside. He looked down, loving the way his huge shaft disappeared between her cheeks. Jon reached forward, tangling his fingers in Arya’s dark hair and tugged her head back, gazing into her eyes as he thrust forward into her ass. He reached down with his free hand, plunging two thick fingers in her dripping cunt, pushing them in and out, his fingers rubbing her gspot as her fingers stroked her clit. Arya tensed, crying out as she came on Jon’s fingers. “Gods, yes. Fuck. Fuck me, Jon. Fuck your huge cock up my little ass,” she cried. Jon bit his lip, nostrils flaring as he drove his hips forward, his hard shaft buried to the hilt in her rectum, his muscles tense, eyes shut tight as he flooded her bowels with his cum. Jon collapsed back on the bed, his arms around Arya’s hips, pulling her back against his chest as his cock slipped from her gaping rectum with a plop.
Jon lay back against the pillows, a grin on his face as he looked down into Arya’s eyes. “Where did you learn to do that?” He asked.
Arya bit her lip, blushing and looking away. “It’s just something I’ve wanted to try.” She mumbled softly. He grinned, kissing her forehead as they lay in bed, looking up only when Sansa came in, carrying a mug of peppermint tea. “Jon, Arya, get dressed. It’s almost time to go to the funeral…”
TBC
Author’s note: I want to thank everyone who has followed this story. I’ve spent the past week wondering how to end it. The truth is it was never supposed to be more than a short one-chapter one-shot featuring Jon comforting Arya after a nightmare, but I got inspired and then one thing led to another. This is the end though. After I post this there will be a short epilogue to conclude things. I’ve never been to a funeral before, so I plan to omit that since I don’t quite know how to write one. The epilogue will be set in the future, maybe 5 or 6 years from where this leaves off.
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