Ringing Bells Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Bella’s breathy sighs and gentle moans filled the air as Jon thrust slowly and maddeningly gently into her dripping slit again and again. Lying on her side, her back was pressed against his muscular chest as he took her in the only position that he dared attempt in her state.

The last several months had been like a dream for the girl, who had only ever imagined life as a whore. Rushed to Winterfell at the command of her father, the king, she was now a wife and the lady of a castle. The transition had been jarring enough to give her whiplash, and she still wasn’t used to giving orders. Luckily for her, her loving husband was no more used to such things than she was, and they had had the pleasure of adapting to the change together. It wasn’t the only change that they had needed to adapt to either.

“Harder!” Bella grunted, trying to thrust her increasingly plump arse back against his shaft.

“We have to be careful,” Jon whispered in her ear, licking the salty sweat from her neck and making her shudder.

He palmed one of her large tits, and she giggled as a few drops of milk spurted out onto the bedding. The reason for their caution was her ever-growing belly and the sweet babe who lived within. She had had her blood on the road to Winterfell and had not had a single symptom of it since. She couldn't say for sure when exactly they made the new life inside her, but she liked to think that it was that first night they spent together in Jon’s old room. He had spilled enough seed within her tight little cunt to make a stallion envious, and she wasn’t at all surprised when, not long after they arrived in Moat Cailin, their new maester suggested that she was likely with child.

“I know, but I need more,” Bella said, only to cry out in pleasure when he reached down and started rubbing her clit.

Her pregnancy had changed many things for her, making her gain weight, grow more irritable than she’d ever been in her life, and seem to be permanently tired of late, but one thing that hadn’t changed was just how incredible her husband’s large, thick cock felt inside her. She knew that they’d have to stop soon, but she loathed the thought for more reasons than one.

“Oh fuck, I love you!” Bella cried, grabbing the sheets in front of her as the pleasure grew too intense.

“I love you too,” Jon replied, his voice thick with emotion, “my beautiful wife.”

He nibbled on her earlobe and rubbed her clit harder, just the way that she liked. With a scream of his name, she came undone a moment later, writhing in his arms as pleasure coursed through her in wave after mind-melting wave. She collapsed as it finished, feeling weightless and floaty in a way she certainly didn’t feel these days. As Jon pulled his cock from her cunt, she whimpered at the loss but smiled, reaching down to let his seed collect on her fingers, only to frown when she felt nothing seep from her gaping sex.

“Jon?” she panted as he rolled onto his back. “Did you…”

“It’s okay,” Jon sighed.

“No it...bloody isn’t!” Bella snarled, trying desperately to catch her breath as she rolled onto her back and glared at her husband.

“Bell, I can’t finish while I’m worrying about hurting our child,” Jon groaned. “It was hard enough last time.”

“I…” Bella trailed off. In a much smaller voice, she said, “I didn’t know it was bothering you that much.”

“I never imagined becoming a father,” Jon murmured, “but now that our little boy or girl is here, I...I can’t risk hurting them, and let’s be honest, I’m far from small.”

“Something you’ll never hear me complain about,” Bella laughed softly. “Stand up. I want to suck your cock.”

“Are you sure?” Jon asked with a grin.

“I’m pregnant, not an invalid,” Bella replied.

Jon got out of bed and walked around to her side, his heavy cock bobbing with each step as he went.

“Oh, fucking hells,” he groaned as Bella wrapped her lips around his length and started bobbing her head up and down along the shaft. “I must be the only lord in Westeros whose wife asks to suck his cock.”

Letting his length slip from her lips with an audible pop, Bella smirked and said, “Perhaps that’s why half the lords we’ve met have been unhappy cunts.”

Jon chuckled, moaning as she took him back between her pillowy lips. He doubted that he would ever get used to married life.

*****

“Construction is expected to take another couple years, my lord, but we are proceeding apace,” Maester Luthor said.

“I’m just glad that the main keep was reconstructed so quickly,” Jon said.

“His grace was most generous in allocating funds for the rebuilding effort,” Maester Luthor said. “It wasn’t difficult to recruit workers, and tearing down the drunkard’s tower gave us resources to fix what needed to be fixed within the keep. The more difficult part will be rebuilding the walls and other towers, but we’ve had some success in acquiring stone.”

“The gods be good; we won’t need our fortifications for some time,” Jon said.

“His grace remains young and popular,” Maester Luthor said, “and no one has attempted to rise against him since the Ironborn were crushed.”

“You’re right, of course,” Jon affirmed. “I just can’t help but be concerned, even though I know that I shouldn’t be.”

“My lord, if I may,” Maester Luthor said, “you’ve been given something that you never expected, and even all these moons later, I imagine it’s still a bit of a shock. It’s only natural to remain on edge, given your circumstances. My father had seven sons before I was born, and part of the reason I went to the citadel was because I knew that I wouldn’t ever inherit the family lands. If I had, I can’t imagine how the sudden, unexpected responsibilities would have affected me.”

“I just have to get used to it,” Jon said. “Do we have anything scheduled for today that we haven’t gone over yet?”

“Mya Stone is expected to arrive today,” Maester Luthor replied.

“Mya Stone?” Bella asked, having walked into the room at that moment. “Who’s she?”

“Shall I leave you to it, my lord?” the maester asked.

“Yes, thank you,” Jon said, turning away from his wife for just a second.

She had made new dresses recently, having some talent as a seamstress, to accommodate her growing belly, and was wearing a loose-fitting dark blue gown that brought out her beautiful eyes nicely.

“You look gorgeous,” Jon rumbled as he walked over to her.

“For such a noble man, you’re an oddly good liar,” Bella replied. “You almost sounded like you meant you.”

“You can always reach down and feel just how much I mean it,” Jon whispered in her ear, brushing her coal-black hair behind it with his fingers.

“It would be the height of cruelty to make me feel your cock, knowing that I can’t play with it,” Bella purred. “Now, who is Mya Stone?”

“A surprise,” Jon said, smiling. “I know that this hasn’t been easy for you. There have been so many changes of such magnitude, all of which have happened so quickly. I know that Moat Cailin isn’t exactly a paradise just now as well.”

“Jon, do remember that only one of us grew up in a castle,” Bella smirked.

“Fair point, but still,” Jon said. “My siblings have always been a comfort to me, and I know that you only ever had your mother, but I remembered overhearing my father once mention another of the king’s children in the Vale and…”

“Wait, what?” Bella asked, looking stunned. “Jon, what did you do?”

“Uh, I wrote to his grace and asked if he thought his eldest daughter could come here,” Jon said, taken aback by her reaction. “He liked the idea, and she’ll be here later today. Surprise?”

Bella took a deep breath, trying to focus on the sweetness of the gesture and not how infuriating it was to have the news of her apparent sister’s imminent arrival dropped on her like this.

“Jon, Moat Cailin might be fine for our purposes, but it’s still a fucking ruin,” she hissed. “How in the world am I supposed to welcome a sister I’ve never met, who I didn’t even know existed five minutes ago, into our home in this shape? Not to mention the shape I’m in…”

“You’re radiant,” Jon said reassuringly. “I’m not lying when I say that you’re just as beautiful as…”

“That’s not the point!” Bella growled. At Jon’s stricken look, she sighed, shaking her head. “Look, I see why you thought that this would be a good idea, and under better circumstances, I’d love to meet her, but this is going to be an enormous pain.”

“I’m sorry,” Jon muttered, scowling. “I guess I just figured that with her being another bastard, our circumstances wouldn’t bother her much. She’s been sent here on the king’s orders, so...”

“We’ll have to welcome her,” Bella sighed. “I just hope that this works out.”

If the look on Jon’s face was any indication, that made two of them.

*****

Mya Stone couldn’t help but grimace as the ruin of Moat Cailin came into view on the horizon. The news that the king had personally paid to have her escorted up to the ancient Northern ruin was a shock, nearly as much as the reason. She swore that she had recalled her father a little, remembering a large man with hair like hers who had tossed her in the air and caught her a few times when she was very young, but she had had no idea that he was Robert Baratheon. That revelation had taken her breath away, and she’d barely recovered from that shock when she learned why that truth was being revealed to her.

Her sister, another bastard like her, had been wed to the bastard son of Ned Stark, who was given a ruined keep to rebuild and rule. This new lord had somehow learned of her existence and asked the king to have her sent to his keep, where she could meet her sister. The fact that he had the nerve to ask such things of the king was surprising, as was the fact that his grace agreed. Being sent away from the only home she’d ever known was difficult, but less so than it would have been a moon prior. Escorted by guards of House Royce, who were kind and dutiful yet nearly silent, she had little to do other than think, something that she’d been trying not to do for weeks.

“Bloody Mychel,” she thought to herself, scowling bitterly.

“Good show, Mychel,” Myranda Royce said, and Mya went still.

She had been planning to check on the handsome squire after his loss in the final round of the joust, just to make sure that he wasn’t injured, of course, but she couldn’t very well do that if her lord’s daughter was present, especially since she wasn’t alone, having been accompanied by two guards.

“Good show?” Mychel asked incredulously, wincing as he sat up and further irritated his bruised shoulder. “I lost.”

“You made it to the final round of the squire’s tourney,” Myranda said, “and broke six lances upon Edmund’s shield before he took you down. That’s no small feat.”

“Tell that to Ser Lyn,” Mychel grumbled. “At this rate, I’ll never earn my spurs.”

As fond as Mya was of him, his knight, Ser Lyn Corbray, frightened her. There was something in his eyes, or lacking from them, she couldn’t really tell. All she knew was that he unsettled her, and it was only due to how handsome and kind Mychel was that she willingly spent any time around him at all.

“I saw you speaking with one of my servants earlier, Mya,” Myranda said, and Mya barely kept herself from squeaking in shock.

“What’s she doing?” she thought to herself.

“Aye, I spoke to her,” Mychel said, smiling. “She’s quite pretty, that one, and fun.”

Mya felt her face grow hot at his praise and knew that she was turning a deep red.

“She is,” Myranda replied, “and I’m quite fond of her. Planning to take her away from me, are you?”

“How would I do that?” Mychel chuckled. “Ser Lyn hardly needs another servant girl, and I have no keep for her work in.”

“I didn’t mean as a servant,” Myranda said. “You two looked quite happy as you spoke.”

Mya’s breath hitched, and she clasped a hand over her traitorous mouth. She had spoken with Mychel many times now and was convinced that he liked her as much as she liked him. They hadn’t spoken of marriage or anything of the sort, but she had her hopes, and this opportunity to hear how he really thought of her could prove invaluable.

“Like my father would allow that,” Mychel snorted, and Mya felt her heart sink. “I might be his fourth son, but Father will want a proper marriage for me, and a bastard, even if she is, as I suspect, would never be suitable in his eyes.”

Mya felt tears sting her eyes at the memory, recalling just how she felt like such a fool in that moment, and she found herself cursing both Mychel and Lady Myranda for her humiliation. By the time she realized that her lady had known she was within earshot of that conversation and been had trying to help her, she’d barely had time to thank her before the news of her impending departure came. Getting away from the Vale for a while, and hopefully never seeing that lying cunt again, sounded a lot better than it would have before she overheard that conversation.

Mychel might not have ever said that he’d marry her, but he’d given the appearance of courting her all the same and would have, she was sure, happily bedded her without ever saying a word about how that was impossible if she’d been stupid enough to give herself to him.

“That’s Moat Cailin?” one of the guards asked, sounding unimpressed.

“According to one of the dock workers I spoke to back in White Harbor, this is actually better shape than it’s been in for centuries,” the other one chuckled.

“I hope they have a bloody roof,” the first one muttered.

He wasn’t alone there. Mya might have lived all her life as a servant, but she had done so in proper castles when she wasn’t escorting people up the mountain on which sat the Eyrie. With crumbling walls and only two towers that looked safe to step foot inside, it was definitely a step down from what she was used to, though as she drew closer, she realized that the central keep itself seemed to be intact.

“Halt!” a guard standing on a more stable-looking part of the wall called out as they approached. “Who goes there?”

“Mya Stone,” Mya replied before her guards could. “Your lord is expecting me.”

“Aye, we’ve been ordered to bring you right to him and to his lady wife,” the guard said before barking orders down to a couple men on the ground.

Mya was momentarily surprised by that, but quickly realized that she shouldn’t have been. It was unusual for a lord to pay her such close attention, but this was no ordinary lord she was talking about, and he had been the one to arrange all of this. Steeling herself for her upcoming meeting with a pair of people that she knew virtually nothing about, she continued onward.

*****

Jon fought the urge to sigh as he watched Bella fidget in her chair. She had been like that since word came that her sister’s small party had been spotted, and, not for the first time, he wished that he hadn’t set this up. He had thought that he was doing something nice, arranging a pleasant surprise for his wife, and hadn’t imagined that she wouldn’t be pleased by the chance to get to know her sister. Instead, she had been anxious ever since she learned of it.

“I’ll be keeping surprises to a minimum in the future,” he thought to himself.

“Mya Stone, my lord,” one of their guards announced as he entered, followed closely by a young woman who looked to be perhaps a few years older than Bella and him.

“Oh wow,” Jon thought to himself as he saw her.

Mya was taller than Bella by a good few inches and dressed in riding leathers and furs that looked rather masculine. She had her hair cut shorter as well, falling just barely to her shoulders, but that was where the differences between the two ended. That hair was coal-black, just like Bella’s and the king’s, and her eyes were the same shade of deep blue. Her skin was just as fair, and her lips were equally full and pouty. No one could mistake these two for anything other than sisters, and Jon couldn’t help but think that Mya was just about as beautiful as his wife.

“I guess what they say is true,” Mya said as she took in the sight of Bella with wide, searching eyes. “I honestly doubted it when I was told who my father apparently was, but if he’s your father, then he must be mine as well.”

“It’s like looking at my reflection,” Bella murmured, “or at least my reflection from before I...ugh...grew this huge.”

She grunted as she got up from her seat, and Jon hurried to his feet to help her.

“Be welcome in our halls,” Jon said warmly, once he was sure that Bella was steady. “I imagine that you are hungry after the long journey.”

“I am, but it wasn’t so bad,” Mya replied. “To avoid going through the neck, we sailed from Gulltown to White Harbor and made our way south.”

“White Harbor’s closeness to this site has been one of our saving graces,” Jon commented. “We’ve had a small feast prepared, including the bread and salt, but if you would like to freshen up first, I could have the servants show you to your room now.”

“That would be quite nice; thank you, milord,” Mya said.

“Jon, please,” Jon said. “I’m hardly used to being called lord at all, and I certainly don’t need my good sister doing it.”

“And of course, call me Bella,” Bella said.

Mya smiled beatifically at them as Jon called the servants over to show her where she’d be staying. Once she had washed the dirt of the road off of herself, she was led to a small solar where Bella and Jon were waiting there with a few delicious-looking dishes arrayed on the table. In its center was a loaf of freshly baked bread and a small bowl of salt.

“The great hall still needs a little work, and seeing as we’re only entertaining one guest, we figured that my solar would suffice,” Jon explained, breaking off a couple pieces of bread and handing one to Bella.

“How long have you been here?” Mya asked, following suit.

The three of them dipped the warm bread into the salt and ate, thereby swearing before the gods that they meant each other no harm.

“A few moons now,” Bella replied. “I apologize for the state of the castle, though trust me when I say that it’s in better shape than it was.”

“Why did you move in so quickly?” Mya asked. “Surely it would have been more pleasant to wait.”

“Smarter too,” Jon replied, “but my father’s lady wife has never been fond of me, and her feelings towards me soured even further when I married Bella. Choosing not to subject my new wife to her venom, I elected to move here sooner.”

“It’s not been that bad,” Bella said. “I grew up in a brothel, so luxury isn’t something that I expect in life.”

“A brothel?” Mya asked.

“It’s where the king met my mum, and how,” Bella replied, feeling no shame at all about it. “What about you? You’re from the Vale, right?”

“Yes,” Mya replied. “My mother was a servant in the Eyrie. She passed when I was young, and I was sent to the Gate of the Moon to serve a branch of the Royces.”

“I’m sorry,” Bella said. “My own mum died a few years ago.”

“Her being from the Eyrie makes sense,” Jon commented. “His grace and my father were both fostered with Lord Jon Arryn when they were boys. That would have been how he...er...met your mother.”

“I still can’t believe my father’s the king,” Mya muttered. When Jon furrowed his brow in confusion, she added, “No one ever told me until the order came to escort me here for a visit.”

“I wonder why,” Bella murmured.

“How did you find out?” Mya asked and Bella laughed.

“That’s actually quite the story,” she giggled.

“First, though, we should probably dig in,” Jon said. “You did say that you were hungry.”

“Yes, and this all smells wonderful,” Mya gushed.

The three of them devoured the meal that the servants had prepared and set out for them while trading stories about the places they grew up. Mya was disturbed by the thought of a place even colder than the mountain became during winter, while Bella found the stories of traversing the pathways up to the ancient fortress both horrifying and a touch nauseating.

“You get used to the heights eventually,” Mya chuckled, feeling well at ease with a good meal and a couple cups of wine in her.

“Forgive me, but I’ll pass,” Bella replied, sipping her water, the only liquid she could stomach at that point.

“You know, you never did tell me how you learned that the king was your father,” Mya pointed out, only for Bella to snort.

“You’re right,” she chuckled. “As I said, I grew up in a brothel, and before she died, my mother got the woman who ran the place, Tansy, to promise that she’d wait a few years to offer up my maidenhead. While Tansy was out, the man she’d put in charge tried to sell it to a wealthy customer, not realizing that he really shouldn’t have offered me to this particular man.”

“No!” Mya exclaimed, her blue eyes going as wide as saucers. “He tried to sell your maidenhead to our father?”

“The king was, as I understand, a touch upset when he realized,” Jon chuckled.

“Beat the piss out of poor Tom,” Bella said, shaking her head. “He didn’t know I existed, but once he did, he said he couldn’t have a daughter of his become a whore, and started trying to think of things he could do with me. Ser Barristan came up with the idea to…”

“Wait, Barristan Selmy?” Mya asked.

“Aye, Ser Barristan the Bold,” Jon replied. “Heard of him?”

“My lord’s son, Ser Albar, was obsessed with him when he was younger,” Mya chuckled. “I could probably recite the story of his duel with Maelys the Monstrous; I overheard it so many times.”

Bella smiled at that, happy to see her sister so relaxed within her home, and said, “He was the one who came up with the idea to wed me to Jon, seeing as we were both bastards around the same age. I owe him.”

She smiled at Jon, who took her hand, and only barely noticed through the corner of her eye that Mya’s expression dimmed a bit.

“We were wed in the godswood of Winterfell, and then...oh!” Bella squeaked, grabbing the table and placing a hand on her protruding belly.

“What’s wrong?” Jon asked, instantly concerned.

“I felt him kick,” Bella replied, giggling as she felt it again.

“Him?” Mya asked.

“Bell’s convinced we’re having a son,” Jon replied. “I swear she’s a girl.”

“Come feel him,” Bella said, taking Jon’s hand in hers and placing it over her belly.

“Already strong,” Jon said proudly with a wide smile on his face.

“Just like his father,” Bella said. Turning to Mya, she paused as she saw her staring at Jon, her face flushed. Realizing that they had more than looks in common, she said, “You can feel him too if you like.”

“Really?” Mya asked, getting out of her chair and walking around the table.

“Of course,” Bella said, pointing to her belly. As Mya felt her, smiling as she felt the baby kick her, she added, “I know we just met, but we are sisters, and I’d like us to get to know each other better.”

“I think I’d like that too,” Mya said.

“How long did the king indicate that he wanted you to stay here?” Jon asked. “Because we’d be happy to host you for a while, but I really don’t know what he planned.”

“I thought this was your idea,” Mya said.

“I just wrote to him, asking if he thought it might be a good idea for you two to meet,” Jon sighed. “I got a letter back a few days later telling me that he’d arranged to have you sent here and didn’t want to bother him for details.”

“Lord Nestor didn’t seem to know if his grace wanted me to visit here or become a servant here,” Mya replied. “I got the sense that he’d be happy either way.”

“How about you stay a fortnight and we can decide then?” Jon asked.

“That sounds good to me,” Mya replied, “so long as I won’t be in the way.”

“You wouldn’t be in the way at all,” Bella insisted, “though you might get tired of living in a place that’s under construction every daylight hour of the week.”

Mya just smiled at her sister.

*****

“So you never…” Mya went to ask after listening to yet another story from the Peach while sitting in Jon and Bella’s bedchamber, listening to the heavy rain outside..

“No,” Bella replied. “I learned as much as I could without actually doing any of it, and I was surrounded by well-practiced whores, but men will pay quite well for a girl who’s never had a man, and I was supposed to fetch quite a price. I don’t know what, if anything, the king paid to get me out of there.”

“Was it hard growing up in a place like that?” Mya asked.

“Not really,” Bella replied. “Tansy kept a couple guys built like aurochs around in case anyone got too rowdy, and men rarely ever challenged them. The constant sounds and smells of sex started to make me mad once I grew old enough to want it.”

“I really can’t imagine,” Mya murmured.

“It’s kind of like right now,” Bella grumbled.

“Oh?” Mya asked.

After looking around to make sure that no one was in earshot, Bella replied, whispering, “Jon’s too scared of hurting the babe to do anything right now.”

“Ah,” Mya said, “and Maester Luthor’s convinced you have another moon or so to go?”

“I’m going to go a mad as the last king,” Bella hissed. “He says we can’t fuck for about six weeks after I give birth, too.”

“I’ve seen enough women fresh from the birthing bed to know that you won’t want to,” Mya assured her.

“I can’t imagine not wanting Jon,” Bella sighed.

“Is...it really that good?” Mya asked.

“You’ve never…” Bella trailed off.

“No,” Mya replied, shaking her head.

“Well, in general, no,” Bella replied. “Most of the men who came to the Peach paid their coin, and the women were happy to take it because, as good as it could feel most of the time, it wasn’t that great. There was the odd man, though, who would come in and you could hear that the girl or girls he paid for weren’t faking their pleasure at all.”

“They do that?” Mya asked.

“Men want their egos tended to as much as their cocks,” Bella replied, making her sister blush with her crude words. “Jon’s...different. From the first time, he was so attentive, passionate, and so fucking good. He’s only gotten better since, too, and as I say, I desperately wish that we could still spend our nights in each other’s arms, with only the sheens of sweat on our bodies between us.”

“That’s almost beautiful,” Mya laughed, earning a mock glare from Bella.

“Was there no one back in the Vale?” she asked.

“No one worth thinking about,” Mya said crossly. When Bella cocked an eyebrow, she explained, “There was this one man, a squire, who I thought was very handsome and sweet. He seemed to really like me, despite my status, and I let myself think that we could be wed, but it turned out that what he wanted from me was far more limited than that.”

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Bella said.

“How sad is this?” Mya asked, shaking her head. “My little sister is wedded, bedded, and about to birth a babe and the best options I’ve ever been given are to become some random lord’s mistress or a septa.”

“The gods forbid,” Bella commented.

“At least as a septa, I wouldn’t have to worry about some shrew wife attacking my children,” Mya said.

“You just wouldn’t have any,” Bella countered. “Were there no boys among the servants back in the Vale who you thought were comely?”

“Not really,” Mya replied. “I found them rather dull for the most part. Part of what I liked so much about Mychel was that he was exciting. The son of a lord, but not one likely to ever inherit anything, he had this drive that drew me in. He squired for a talented, though very frightening, knight. He traveled with him around the land and he had so many fun stories to share.”

“I doubt he was ugly either,” Bella giggled.

“He’s a cunt, but gods, he’s a handsome cunt,” Mya sighed. “Eh, who knows? Maybe I’ll meet a nice farmer’s son around here. It’s not something I’d have considered back in the Vale since, outside of the castles, there’s always the risk of attacks from the mountain tribes.”

“I still think you’d find being a farmer’s wife boring after having spent so much time in a castle, even as a servant,” Bella said. “You know, Maester Luthor said that in Dorne, it’s normal for men to keep paramours as well as their wives.”

“How did that come up?” Mya asked.

“Jon thinks that I should have more of an education since I’m the lady of this place,” Bella replied. “The maester’s been teaching me about the different kingdoms and their customs. The Dornish sound quite interesting.”

“That’s one word for it,” Mya snorted. “Sadly, up here, even if I let myself be some lord’s paramour, it likely wouldn’t work out for me. Mychel certainly wouldn’t be an option since he’s never going to have much as it is, and whichever noble shrew he’d wed to would hate my guts. If we had children, she’d treat them like Lady Stark treated Jon.”

“Father seemed to think that putting entire kingdoms between us and the queen was a good idea,” Bella said, “but what if you had a man who you quite liked, whose wife was willing to allow you to be his paramour without exhibiting any scorn towards you or your children?”

“There is no such woman,” Mya said flatly. “I doubt the Dornish are even quite like that.”

“Humor me, please,” Bella said. “Would you be willing to accept that? Do you think that you could be happy with it?”

“Ideally, I’d like what you have,” Mya said. “You have a gorgeous husband and a keep of your own. Moat Cailin might not be the Eyrie, but it will be great eventually. You’re living the dream, and the fact that you have all this because some dumb cunt tried to sell your maidenhead to our father is proof that the gods must have a sense of humor.”

“You’re not wrong,” Bella chuckled.

“I won’t have this though,” Mya continued, “and as Mychel pointed out, no lord would let their son marry a bastard under normal circumstances, not even the king’s bastard, so if such a woman existed who was willing to let me be her lordly husband’s paramour without complaint, I’d probably take it.”

“Right, so you said Jon’s gorgeous, huh?” Bella asked, giving Mya a pointed look.

“Wha...what?” Mya asked, staring at Bella in shock. “You’re not serious.”

“Mya, Jon and I used to fuck every day,” Bella said. “Not having that is driving me mad, and I know, though he’ll never say it, that it’s starting to bother Jon as well. It’s going to be another moon before I give birth and another six bloody weeks past that before Maester Luthor says it’ll be safe for us to enjoy each other again. I’ve seen how you’ve looked at him over the last couple weeks, and he’s clearly attracted to you…”

“You’re seriously offering to let me be your husband’s paramour?” Mya asked, still stunned.

“A few of the girls back at the Peach had men that they quite liked, the ones they didn’t have to fake their pleasure with, and they’d often talk the man into taking another girl that they were really close to,” Bella explained.

“Again, this is your husband,” Mya pointed out.

“I know, and I would be okay with this,” Bella said. “I’ve liked getting to know you and I’d like you to stay longer if you’re willing.”

“I was willing already,” Mya said and Bella smiled at that.

“If you’re not interested or if you don’t think that you could do this, then we can forget it,” Bella murmured, “but if you are, well, trust me when I say that Jon’s enough man for the both of us.”

“What do you mean?” Mya asked.

Bella grinned wickedly, knowing that her big sister really was as interested in Jon as she’d thought, and quickly started doing something that she’d avoided doing with her so far, telling her all the scintillating details of her sex life.

*****

“According to the men we sent out, though it has fallen into disrepair, it should be absolutely possible to restore the quarry,” Maester Luthor said.

“Thank the gods,” Jon sighed in relief. “That will make things much easier. Dedicate whatever resources we can to it. We need stone, as much of it as we can get our hands on, and if we can get that quarry producing it, we won’t need to bring it in from further afield.”

“I’ll make the necessary arrangements,” the maester said.

“Is there anything we need to go over?” Jon asked.

“No, that covers it for today,” Maester Luthor replied. “Once the principle reconstruction work is done and we begin developing this land more, your responsibilities will increase, but for now, things are rather quiet.”

“I can’t say that I don’t appreciate the relative quiet then,” Jon said. “I can only hope that by the time things ramp up, I’ll be used to all of this.”

“I have faith in you, my lord,” Maester Luthor said. “I’ll go speak with the men about restoring the quarry.”

“Thank you,” Jon said, sighing to himself as the older man left.

He had gotten most of the same lessons that Robb had while they were growing up and knew that he was better educated than most bastards who didn’t go on to become maesters, but he still feared at times that he wasn’t up to the challenge that the king had given him. Despite his doubts, things did seem to be going rather smoothly so far, and he knew that he could write to his father for advice if things grew more difficult.

For the time being, he was just taking things one day at a time and allowing himself to ease into the role that he had never expected. Thankfully, one thing that he didn’t have to worry about was his heavily pregnant wife, who had perked up more than he had hoped she would when he first contemplated inviting her sister over. Her initial apprehension about meeting and hosting Mya had faded quickly, and now the two of them seemed like they’d known each other all their lives.

While thinking about his gorgeous wife, Jon left his solar, intending to make his way down to the great hall, only to pause when he passed by the door to his bedchamber. He heard two distinct female voices coming from the other side of it, but wouldn’t have needed to hear them to know that Bella and Mya were there, as a pair of guards were posted outside.

“My lord,” they said as he paused, nodding their heads respectfully.

“I hope I get used to being called that one of these days,” Jon thought to himself as he opened the door.

“Jon!” Bella exclaimed the second she spotted him, beaming up at him from her chair.

“Bell, Mya,” Jon said, closing the door behind him.

“Go...good evening, my lord,” Mya stammered, her face going red as she looked at him for just a second. “Sorry, but I must be off.”

Without another word, she slipped outside, not meeting his eyes at all. Jon just cocked an eyebrow at Bella, who giggled.

“Mya and I were just talking about you,” Bella grinned.

“Oh?” Jon asked, still confused by the older woman’s reaction.

“Mmhmm,” Bella replied, pushing herself up from the armrests to get out of her chair and walking over to him.

Jon grinned as she reached up and pulled him down to kiss him, almost groaning at the blatant hunger in that kiss. They had enjoyed themselves thoroughly and quite often before her pregnancy became too much of an issue to continue. He knew that she was dealing with far more than being pent up and would suffer yet, before, if the gods were good, she got to hold their child in her arms, and so he wouldn’t even think of complaining, but the lack of relief was starting to get to him.

“Mmm,” Bella sighed as she broke the kiss. “I was telling Mya how lucky I am to have such a wonderful man for a husband.”

“I’m the lucky one,” Jon replied automatically.

“You have no idea,” Bella whispered in his ear, and Jon grunted as he felt his cock strain against his breeches. “I’m sorry that I reacted so poorly when I learned of your surprise for me.”

“I did just spring it on you,” Jon said.

“That’s what a surprise is, and I’ve come to truly appreciate this one,” Bella cooed, looking over at her sister, who still wasn’t looking at Jon. “I have a surprise of my own that I think you’ll quite enjoy.”

“Oh?” Jon asked.

“You haven’t said anything, and I know that you won’t, but I also know that these last couple weeks have been hard on you,” Bella replied. “You’re no less fond of sex than I am, and we were pretty used to fucking as often as we could.”

“It’s not ideal, but there’s nothing that we can do,” Jon replied. “I refuse to risk harming our little girl.”

“Boy,” Bella argued with a small smile. “You’re such a good and honorable man, and I know that I can trust you to go without for as long as you need to, but I have another idea.”

“Oh?” Jon asked, wondering what exactly his wife had in mind.

“Maester Luthor was teaching me about Dorne the other day and told me that Dornish men often have paramours as well as wives,” Bella replied.

“No!” Jon said. “I won’t do that to you.”

“Just hear me out,” Bella replied.

“The woman would never be my wife, and if, gods forbid, we had children, they’d be bastards,” Jon said. “I swore that I’d never subject a child to that.”

“Our name is still Snow, Jon,” Bella said, “and the worst thing that bastards are generally subjected to is the vitriol of their father’s wives. That’s not something that you’d need to worry about with me.”

“You...you’d let me sire bastards?” Jon asked slowly, as if each word didn’t make sense.

“Perhaps not at my father’s apparent rate, but if it was with a woman I knew and loved, well…” Bella trailed off, letting her eyes linger on the door that Mya had just left through.

“Mya!?” Jon exclaimed, and the door immediately opened.

“Did he say ye...oh,” Mya said, looking embarrassed.

“Please, come in,” Bella said. Turning to Jon, she added, “I don’t have to ask if you’re attracted to her.”

“What?” Jon asked, half-convinced that he was having the strangest dream.

“We do look so alike,” Bella explained.

Just blinking at his wife, Jon turned to Mya and asked, “You would really be alright with being a man’s paramour, knowing that he has a wife?”

“Usually no, but with you?” Mya asked rhetorically, looking up at him. “With you, I could be more than happy.”

“Re...really?” Jon asked, stunned.

“Is it really that surprising?” Mya asked, finally looking him in the eye again. “You’re rugged and handsome, and so strong too. Were the women around Winterfell truly so blind?”

“I er, I didn’t let myself notice them,” Jon said. “I swore that I would never father a bastard, never subject a child to the fate of being looked down upon just for the circumstances of their birth, and I never imagined that I could have the life that I do now.”

“No one would look down on any child you had with her more than they’ll look down on our family in general,” Bella said, “and I would never treat them as Lady Stark treated you, being my nieces and nephews, of course.”

“And you’re really okay with sharing me with her?” Jon asked, still unable to really wrap his head around that. “Because this wouldn’t be fair to her if it was only going to last until we can...go back to the way we were.”

“Mmhmm,” Bella said, resting against the table behind her. “Keep in mind that I didn’t grow up in a fancy castle or learn from septons and septas. I’ve loved having Mya around, and I can think of no greater gift I can give either of you than this.”

Jon looked at the still slightly flushed woman in front of him and swallowed thickly. She was beautiful; there was no denying that, and over the last couple weeks, he had come to enjoy her company. This wasn’t normal by any stretch of the imagination, but nothing about their situation was. If his wife wanted him to bed her sister, and she wanted him, what was the harm in giving them both what they wanted? Brushing her black hair around her ear, he cupped her cheek and grinned at the way her blue eyes darkened with desire.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured.

“I want you,” Mya gasped, “and if half of the stories that Bella spent the last hour torturing me with are true, I want you to fuck me.”

He pulled her in, kissing her deeply, and she pressed her body against him, returning the kiss with such raw passion that he wondered if she and Bella were even more alike than he realized. Deepening the kiss, he pushed his tongue past her lips and groaned as she sucked on it immediately. She brushed her tongue against his, trying to mimic his actions, but quickly relented, happy to let him dominate her as they continued to kiss passionately.

“Oh fuck,” Bella sighed, and Jon went still.

Breaking the kiss, he looked over at his wife, fearing that he’d see regret written over her pretty face, only to find her staring at them with a look of greater lust than he’d ever seen from her. Her eyes were lidded and her face slightly flushed as she palmed one of her heavy breasts through her loose-fitting dress.

“You really like this,” Jon marveled.

“I grew up in a whorehouse, listening to people fuck day and night,” Bella panted. “I knew that I’d probably enjoy this, but gods, it’s so much hotter with it being you two.”

“Did you hear that?” Jon asked Mya as he flipped her around to look at Bella. Peppering the slender column of her neck with kisses, he murmured, “I think this is more for her than for us. I think my darling wife desperately wants to watch us enjoy what she can’t.”

“N...no!” Bella exclaimed, sounding embarrassed.

Jon chuckled, finally relaxing as he realized just how much his wife really did want this.

“Do you believe her?” he asked Mya.

With an impish grin on her face, the older woman replied, “I don’t think I do. I think my little sister got so used to being fucked by you as often as possible that she’s going mad not getting it and that this is her way of enjoying you safely.”

Bella shuddered, and Jon grinned.

“We’re going to have to give her what she so desperately needs then,” he rumbled before reaching under her tunic to pull it up.

Mya gasped as much of her creamy skin was exposed to the air and his feasting eyes, all while Bella watched them with rapt interest. He hadn’t seen the older woman in a dress once since she arrived, as she preferred men’s clothing. He found it odd, but didn’t care, and he certainly didn’t mind in this instance, as while he had become somewhat proficient at undressing his wife, he had far more experience taking off clothing like this from the years before he met her. Her doeskin breeches soon followed, leaving her in nothing but her small clothes.

“Beautiful,” he murmured in her ear as he untied her breastband and freed the sizable mounds.

“Really?” Mya asked, turning around and looking up at him, her eyes full of uncertainty.

“Definitely,” Jon replied, cupping one of her breasts in his hand, making her gasp.

They were of a similar size to what Bella’s had been before her pregnancy made them swell, but on her taller frame, they looked much less oversized. Mya differed from his wife in more ways than her height, however. She looked strong for a woman, with a flat, toned stomach and equally toned arms and legs, denoting the more physical duties that she’d had as a servant in the Vale. She had wife hips like Bella, though, and a nice round arse as well.

She kissed him again as he explored her with his hands, and he walked over to his bed, where she didn’t hesitate to fall back, dragging him on top of her. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips over her cheek to her neck, where he tasted the salty sweat on her skin again. As she moaned and held him tight, he continued downward until his face was between her full breasts.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes!” Mya gasped.

“I agree,” Bella complained.

“I’ll undress soon,” Jon laughed, “but not until I’ve heard you scream my name.”

He cupped her breasts in his hands, bringing them together and teasing every inch of her skin with his lips and tongue. She gasped and moaned her way through his thorough exploration of her bountiful tits, and it occurred to him that she was likely completely untouched and far more innocent than Bella had been their first time. He would take his time with her over the next few weeks, provided the both of them were still alright with this in the morning, and get to know exactly what she liked most. For now, though, the growing scent of her arousal was making him throb with need, and he knew that he was going to need to move on soon.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!” Mya cried as he wrapped his lips around one of her large, pink nipples and sucked on the hard peak.

Jon grinned, switching to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment as she continued to squirm in his grasp. She seemed to be every bit as responsive as her sister, and he knew that he was going to enjoy this. After a moment of continuing to knead and suck on her breasts, he reluctantly moved on, trailing kisses down along her flat abdomen until he reached the forest of black curls that surrounded her weeping sex. He parted the thick black hair and saw that her cunt looked similar to Bella’s, though the lips were slightly less full.

“Why are you looking at it?” Mya asked bashfully, sounding half like she was whining.

“Because it’s beautiful,” Jon replied. “You smell divine.”

Without another word, he buried his face between her thighs and gave her cunt a long lick with the flat of his tongue that made her gasp.

“Wha...what?” Mya asked, looking down at him in shock.

“I told you, liked doing that,” Bella said. “We’re very lucky women, sweet sister.”

“By the gods!” Mya cried, grabbing his head as he explored her slick folds with his long, dexterous tongue.

Jon grinned and continued to lap at her heated flesh, noting how similarly she and his wife tasted. Grabbing her hips, he dug his fingers into the pliant flesh to hold hers steady and swirled the tip of his tongue around her engorged clit, making her cry out.

“Holy shit!” Mya gasped. “Why does that feel so fucking good?”

“We’re very sensitive,” Bella replied, “and with the right man, we can experience such wonderful pleasure. Did you think I was exaggerating today?”

“Yes,” Mya replied, “I...gah!”

Jon wrapped his lips around her throbbing clit and sucked gently for just a second while pushing a couple fingers inside her dripping hole. Curling them upward, he quickly found the little patch of rough skin that never failed to make Bella scream, and he brushed the pads of his fingers against it.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Mya begged, grabbing the sheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

“Stopping is the last thing I intend to do,” Jon murmured against her cunt before drawing tight little circles around her clit again with his tongue.

He really wanted to see if she looked and sounded as Bella did when she came.

Taking her clit back between his lips, he sucked again while rubbing the sensitive spot inside her harder. Her reaction was immediate, as she cried out and her arse lifted off the bed for a second. Her tight inner walls began fluttering around his fingers, and he knew she was close. He knew that when Bella became like this, the best thing he could was not change a thing and continue as he was, and that was exactly what he did here.

“Oh gods, this is madness, this is incredible, Bella, I love you!” Mya babbled, sounding half out of her mind as the pleasure grew rapidly within her. Finally, as her back arched off the bed, her whole body going taut, she screamed, “JON!”

Jon grabbed her plump arse as she came, drinking down the fluids that gushed from her cunt eagerly. Her orgasm wracked her entire body, and she writhed in pleasure in his arms as the pleasure consumed her. As she fell back onto the bed, Jon started fingering her again, while moving up towards her jiggling breasts. Sucking on one of her pebbled nipples while stroking that sensitive spot inside her prolonged her pleasure, and she clenched her eyes, her face a picture of bliss. Eventually, it ended, and she settled back on the bed, panting like she’d just finished running for her life.

“Seven...hells,” she whimpered, sounding completely overwhelmed.

“Was that as good as I described?” Bella asked.

“So good!” Mya panted, staring up at the canopy of their bed with unfocused eyes.

Jon looked down at her, with her face flushed and a sheen of sweat covering her full breasts, and thought to himself just how bizarrely good his fortune had been of late. He had a beautiful wife, who was carrying his child and seemed dedicated to making sure that his every need was sated, and an equally beautiful paramour. He would find his own luck incredible even if he hadn’t been named the lord of a keep.

“You’re terribly overdressed, husband,” Bella purred while looking up and down, her eyes nearly black with lust.

“How rude of me,” Jon chuckled, getting out of bed and removing his doublet.

“Yes, very rude,” Mya agreed with a grin.

He quickly undressed, leaving his breeches for last, and felt pride swell within him as his new lover’s eyes raked over his body with increasing desire in them. As he removed his belt and allowed his breeches to fall, his cock sprung free, and the look of desire in Mya’s eyes was quickly replaced by shock.

“What the fuck?” she asked, staring down at his cock.

“I did say it was large,” Bella laughed.

“Large?” Mya asked incredulously. “How in the hells does that fit inside you?”

“Perfectly,” Bella purred, grinning lasciviously at her sister, “and you’re taller than I am.”

“I can go as slow as you need me to,” Jon said reassuringly, “and it really shouldn’t hurt much beyond the moment when I break your maidenhead.”

“It’s already gone, actually,” Mya said. “A particularly unpleasant ride on horseback.”

“Oh,” Jon said, “then it should be fine.”

She looked down at his cock and then back at Bella, asking, “You actually fit every inch of this inside you?”

“In about a moon I’m going to push something larger than that out of my cunt,” Bella replied. “We stretch quite a bit, Mya.”

“I guess you have a point,” Mya sighed, spreading her legs and looking over at Jon. “Just move slowly?”

“Of course,” Jon said tenderly, climbing into bed with her.

He caressed her hip as he fisted his cock and brought it to her soaked nether lips. Brushing her folds with his bulbous head, he smirked as she moaned and threw her head back into the pillow. Once he was convinced that he’d gotten enough of her wetness smeared on his cock, he lined himself up with her and pushed forward. The head of his cock popped inside her quickly, and she gasped, grabbing his arms.

“Oh gods, that’s big!” Mya cried, her eyes widening.

“It’ll feel really good once you get used to it,” Bella said.

“Ye...yes!” Mya stammered. “Fuck, it feels like you’re splitting me in half.”

“Are you alright?” Jon asked.

“I think so,” Mya replied. “It sort of burns, but it’s not bad, and it feels kind of good too.”

“You feel incredible,” Jon said warmly as he pushed forward, burying another inch of his cock inside her. “You’re so warm and wet, and so fucking tight.”

“Does she feel like me?” Bella asked.

“Aye,” Jon replied. “You’re both like hot silk gloves around my cock.”

“Keep going,” Mya whispered. “If she can take you, so can I.”

Jon chuckled and thrust forward again, burying more of himself inside her sweltering depths. Grabbing onto her wide hips, he pulled back a little and thrust forward, managing to conquer more of her. This he did for the next couple minutes, slowly easing his way inside her as she gasped, whimpered, and mewled.

She didn’t have the maidenhead that Bella had the first time he’d taken her, and so he didn’t need to be as concerned about her pain, but he was still far larger than the fingers she’d taken before, and her unused muscles yielded slowly. Eventually, though, he managed to fit the last of his cock inside her, and as his balls rested against her arse, he leaned in and kissed her.

“You did it,” Jon whispered as he broke the kiss.

“Really?” Mya asked, looking down where their bodies were joined. “Fucking hells, I did.”

“You feel so good, Mya,” Jon murmured as he nibbled on her earlobe.

“So...so do you,” Mya moaned. “The burning is starting to go away.”

“Just let me know when I can move,” Jon said. “I’m happy to wait like this.”

“Do it,” Mya said, reaching down and grazing her nails over his muscular arse. “Fuck me.”

Jon grinned and pulled most of his cock from her depths, only to thrust back hard, making her cry out in pleasure. He set a slow pace to start out, giving her more time to get used to having him inside her. He had long since gotten used to the feeling of being inside a woman and had developed some impressive stamina during all the near-daily practice that he had with Bella before they stopped.

“Oh gods, that feels good!” Mya cried as he brushed against a particularly sensitive spot inside her. “Harder, please!”

“We really are related,” Bella chuckled as Jon picked up his pace and Mya moaned loudly.

“No question there,” Jon laughed, his eyes glued to the way her large, full breasts rolled and jiggled across her chest as he fucked her hard.

Mya tightened her legs around his waist, and as he felt them, something occurred to him. Taking her legs in hand, he moved them up until her ankles were resting on his shoulders. As he ran his hands down towards her hips, he realized that there was one way in which Mya differed from his wife: she had much longer legs.

“Oh fuck, I can’t believe I waited this long to be fucked,” Mya moaned.

“I spent enough time listening to women complain about men to know that it’s not usually this good,” Bella laughed.

“Then I’m yours,” Mya cried, looking up at him. “Yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“She says this now, but I think she could use more convincing,” Bella said, grinning wickedly. “See if you can hit that deep spot that usually makes me flood the bed. Then she’ll be yours for life as much as I am.”

Mya furrowed her brow in confusion as Jon just grinned. He knew exactly what Bella meant, and it just so happened that he rarely had trouble finding that particular spot when he had his wife’s legs up like Mya’s were just then. Changing the angle of his thrusts, he felt around, trying to find that little opening near the back of her cunt. What it was, he had no idea; he just knew that it felt amazing to be touched and that there was another spot near it that hurt and was best avoided. After a few attempts, he felt something give way around the head of his cock, and Mya immediately screamed.

“Fuck!” she shrieked, looking up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “Right there! Hit right there again!”

“As you wish,” Jon grinned, realizing that he’d found the spot.

With hard yet careful thrusts, he pounded her into the bed, driving deep and hitting that sensitive spot each time. Mya clawed at the bedding and threw her head back, as everything became more intense than she could have imagined. Her screams grew louder, and Jon felt her cunt begin to flutter around his length just as he realized something that hadn’t occurred to him before. While his stamina had improved as he spent more time fucking Bella, it had been a while since he’d had sex, and that apparently worsened his ability to stave off finishing. As he felt his orgasm fast approaching, he knew that he needed to make her cum quickly and brought his hand down to her clit, gently stroking the area around it with his thumb.

“Yes, yes, yes, GODS!” Mya squealed, her legs shaking as she came hard.

A geyser of fluid erupted from her cunt, splashing against Jon and soaking his balls and the bedding under him. With a sense of relief, he let go and roared as he came undone, filling her to the brim with rope after thick rope of his seed. As Mya writhed and convulsed under him, her legs slipped from his shoulders and wrapped around his waist. Falling forward as his orgasm ended, Jon caught himself on his forearms as the still-quivering Mya clung to him for dear life.

“A...mazing!” she panted.

“Took the word...right out of my mouth,” Jon panted as he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back.

Unwilling to let him go, Mya rolled over immediately, resting her head on his chest as she continued to try and catch her breath. He ghosted his fingers over her back, drawing random little patterns on her soft skin as he felt calm and relaxed in a way he hadn’t in weeks. Looking at Bella, he saw her grinning at them and smiled warmly. He had no idea what he’d done to deserve her, but he knew that he owed the gods for his good fortune.

“I thought they went small after men finished,” Mya said in confusion after a moment, as she reached down and felt his cock.

“It’s been a while since I had sex, and with you here, naked in my arms…” Jon trailed off.

“Well, that won’t do,” Mya murmured, climbing into his lap and lining herself up with his cock. As she sank down to the hilt, she said, “I’m not letting you go after that until you’re completely satisfied.”

Thinking about just how similar the two really were, Jon laughed and groaned as he felt her slick heat envelop him once more.

*****

It ended up taking another four rounds for Mya to get too tired to go on, and as she curled up on her side after her lated mind-melting climax, Jon just sighed, feeling well sated as he laid on his back. He looked down at Bella, who was still seated in her chair and watching them with a loving expression on her face.

“Did you like my surprise?” she asked softly, trying not to wake Mya.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” Jon said as he sat up and got out of bed.

“I’m pretty lucky too,” Bella said, grunting as she stood up.

Jon moved to help her to her feet, and she kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck. He was surprised, given what was on his lips, but quickly returned the kiss.

“Come to bed, love,” he murmured against her lips as she broke the kiss.

“It’s just big enough to fit the three of us,” Bella said, looking over where her sister lay sleeping.

“Four,” Jon corrected her, feeling her full belly.

“Feels like fucking five some days,” Bella grumbled before smiling. “I hope he looks like you.”

“No, I want her to be as pretty as her mother,” Jon replied, earning a mock scowl.

Taking her hand, he led her to bed, and after climbing in, he helped her join them. Sandwiched between the two women, he laid on his back, grinning from ear to ear.