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Daenerys downed her second glass of wine and scowled at the glass.  This night had been planned for weeks.  With four kids under the age of five, finding time to themselves was difficult at the best times, but Rhaegar and Elia had agreed to look after the little ones for a night, and they had decided to have a quiet double date at home with Arya and her longtime girlfriend Bellegere, since Jon hadn’t actually seen her in ages.  Some last-minute emergency at the office had scuttled those plans, though, and now she was left with a table full of food and wine and two awkward houseguests who clearly realized that she was pissed.

“The moussaka’s divine, Daenerys,” Bellegere said.

“Thanks,” Daenerys said, trying to will herself to forget why she was furious. “I came across the recipe years ago online and gave it a try.  It’s one of Jon’s favorite things.”

If the way she practically growled Jon’s name was any indication, it was going to take far more wine to make her forget anything.

“Belle’s new novel has been flying off the shelves,” Arya piped up.

“Yes, I’ve been meaning to pick it up,” Daenerys said. “What’s the one called again?  You mentioned the plot ages ago, but I’ve honestly forgotten.”

“You’ve had a lot on your mind,” Bellegere said. “It’s called You Only Live Twice, and it’s a scintillating tale of a woman who survives a near-fatal accident and loses all of her memories.  The only times that she ever recalls anything of her old life is in her dreams, and those are all fleeting glimpses of her past intimate encounters.  She decides to try hooking up with her past lovers to see if it will help restore her memory, and she ends up learning more about herself and how those old relationships went as she goes.  It’s honestly one of the most pornographic things I’ve ever written.”

“Your filthy mind is what your fans love most about your work, darling,” Arya said.

“Only my fans?” Bellegere asked, cocking an eyebrow at her girlfriend.

“You know I’m your biggest fan, Belle,” Arya said, gazing lovingly up at Bellegere.

The look in her eyes, which were so much like Jon’s to begin with, reminded Daenerys so much of how he looked at her that it helped sooth some of her rage.  The disappointment lingered, but she knew that Jon had a week’s vacation coming up, so they’d get to spend time together at some point.  There was also a chance that he’d get home at some point before the night was done.

As the two continued to stare at each other, Daenerys noted, not for the first time, how much of a contrast there was between them.  Arya was short, an inch shorter than Daenerys, and thin, with long dark hair, a long, pale face, and gray eyes.  Bellegere on the other hand, was about half a foot taller than her girlfriend and very curvy, with light brown skin, vibrant blue eyes and curly black hair than fell to her mid back.

“I loved The Princess’ Bodyguard,” Daenerys commented, “and if I recall correctly, that one was your biggest hit yet.”

“This one seems like it will be even bigger,” Arya said proudly.

“Say, do you want me to open a second bottle?” Daenerys asked.

“I wouldn’t say no,” Bellegere said with a grin.

The three of them dined and drank well into the night, managing to take Daenerys’ mind off of what the night was originally supposed to be.  By the time they had polished off the second bottle and the leftovers were securely in the fridge, Daenerys had completely forgotten about being upset with Jon.

“...and then this one says, ‘what?  The carrot doesn’t look a thing like a nose; at least down there it sort of fits.” Arya laughed

Dany giggled at the story and turned to Bellegere, saying, “she wasn’t kidding about the dirty mind.”

“It’s served me well,” Bellegere said.

“I’ve always wondered where you got your inspiration for the kind of things you write,” Daenerys said.

“The stories I’ve always had a knack for coming up with,” Bellegere said. “The sex scenes, though, are largely based on my experiences.”

“Really?” Daenerys asked.

“Oh, yeah,” Bellegere said. “Before I met Arya, I was a bit of...okay, a huge slut.”

Daenerys gave her a surprised look that made her laugh.

“What?  You’ve never heard of the school tramp to romance writer pipeline?” Bellegere laughed.

“It’s true,” Arya said. “Some of the stories she’s told me over the years...”

“What...er…” Daenerys went to ask.

“What made me that way?” Bellegere offered. “Honestly, I couldn’t say.  Could be that I never knew my dad or just that I have a high sex drive.  All I know is that I lost my virginity at fourteen and never looked back.  Men and women alike, I had as I pleased, and it wasn’t until I met this one that I even really thought about settling down.”

“I was fourteen too, actually,” Daenerys said, “though he was such an asshole that it was two years before I tried again.  That guy turned out to be a different kind of asshole, and then I met Jon.”

“Jon was the same age,” Arya piped up. “His freshman year, he was taking a leak at a party when a drunk senior walked in. ‘Nice cock’ were the first words she ever said to him.  It wasn’t long before they were hooking up, though I don’t think they ever truly dated.”

“How do you know that story?” Daenerys asked. “You’d have been a kid when he met her.”

“I was,” Arya replied. “Ygritte was her name, and she used to like to tell that story to make Jon blush.  She didn’t realize that I was within earshot once, and I walked in and asked Jon why he’d bring a rooster to a party.”

Bellegere and Daenerys both burst out laughing at that, joined in quickly by Arya.

“It’s hilarious in hindsight, but at the time, Jon and Robb were furious,” Arya giggled. “I remember Jon chewing Ygritte out and Robb dragging me off to get me to promise that I wouldn’t repeat what I’d heard to Mum.”

“Oh, that’s hilarious,” Daenerys said, wiping her eyes. “He and Ygritte never dated.  She and a bunch of her friends didn’t believe in labels or commitment.  To hear Jon tell it, they were a bunch of free-love hippies, though he assures me that they didn’t fit the aesthetic at all.  He hooked up with a few of them before we met.”

“And then you two got together, and you’ve been disgustingly perfect ever since,” Arya said teasingly.

“We just clicked, you know?” Daenerys asked.

“Oh, I know,” Bellegere said, looking over at Arya, who beamed at her.

Feeling the effects of the wine, Daenerys felt bold enough to ask, “so Arya said that you have some rather racey stories.  Would you care to share any?  If you don’t mind, Arya.”

“Not at all,” Arya said.

“I could,” Bellegere said, “but I want to hear one of yours first.  What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done?”

“Well,” Daenerys said, flushing lightly at the memory she was recalling, “we did it on a plane once.”

“What?” Arya asked.

“No way!” Bellegere exclaimed. “That’s actually something I haven’t done yet.”

Daenerys perked up at her words and continued, “it was a few years ago when we took that vacation to Lys.  It was a late flight and not terribly packed, so Jon whispered in my ear that he wanted us to join the mile-high club.  He started whispering all the filthy things he wanted to do to me, getting me wet since he knew we wouldn’t have much time for foreplay.  When I couldn’t take any more, I went into the bathroom first and waited for him.  He joined me a couple minutes later and took me up against the wall.  I had to shove my fist in my mouth to stop myself from screaming.”

“Fuck,” Bellegere sighed. “I didn’t know he had it in him.”

“Oh, Jon’s extraordinary in bed,” Daenerys said.

“You had three kids with him last year; I figured he was good,” Bellegere laughed, making Daenerys blush. “I just didn’t think he’d be the type to fuck in public.”

“Rhaella and Baela are twins,” she said defensively.

“That you had ten months and three days after Ned,” Arya giggled.

“We were good after Aemon was born,” Daenerys sighed. “We waited months before having sex again, and it drove us both mad.  We slipped up one time after Ned was born.”

“I laughed my arse off when I heard you were pregnant again,” Arya said. “Of course, then I was worried.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t recommend having two pregnancies back to back like that,” Daenerys said, wincing. “We’re getting off topic, though.  What’s your wildest story?”

“You’ve read it, actually,” Bellegere said. “Remember Princess Saera’s wildest night in Love in the Jungle?”

“You…” Daenerys trailed off, reddening as she recalled the passage Bellegere was talking about: “You had a threesome with identical twins?”

“Jalabhar and Xhobar,” Bellegere sighed. “They were very sweet and very gifted.  Having the two of them inside me at once was the fullest I had ever felt up to that point.”

“Had?” Daenerys asked. “You’ve felt fuller since?”

“Well, no man, however gifted he might be, can ever compare to a fist,” Bellegere said, taking Arya’s hand in hers.  Arya flushed, but she grinned at her girlfriend.

“You see why I don’t mind hearing her stories?” she asked. “Hot as the bloody hells.”

Daenerys didn’t disagree.  She could feel heat pooling in her core, and part of her was suddenly glad that Jon hadn’t been able to make it.  She doubted that these two would have been this open in front of him, in part because they would have drank less.

“So, what’s your wildest fantasy?” Bellegere asked. “What’s the one thing you haven’t done that you want to most?”

Wine still loosening her lips, Daenerys replied, “a threesome.”

“Man or woman?” Bellegere asked.

“Woman,” Daenerys said quickly. “Gods, Jon alone is nearly too much for me.  I told you that I dated a couple guys before I met Jon, but I also fooled around with a girl.”

“Oh?” Arya asked, looking intrigued.

“Her name was Doreah, and she was a couple years older than me,” Daenerys said. “This was just after Drogo dumped me, and I was at this party, drunk and miserable, when we met.  She came over to ask why I wasn’t having fun, and I just opened up to her.  One thing led to another, and the next thing I knew, I was upstairs making out with a girl for the first time in my life.”

“What happened?” Bellegere asked.

“I threw up,” Daenerys cringed, “not on her, thank the gods, but close enough.  Needless to say, it killed the mood, and I never worked up the courage to speak to her again.”

“Oh,” Arya said, her voice dripping with both sympathy and amusement.

“So you want to explore that side of yourself?” Bellegere asked.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to just bring a random woman into our bed, and both my best friends are as straight as arrows,” Daenerys said. “What about you two?  Any fantasies that you’d love to fulfill?”

“I’ve done everything that I care to do,” Bellegere said.

“I’d love a threesome,” Arya blurted out.

“Darling, we’ve had a fivesome,” Bellegere said, making Daenerys’ eyes widen.

“Not...not with a girl,” Arya said.

“You…” Bellegere breathed, trailing off as her gorgeous blue eyes widened in wonder. “You want to try…”

“No,” Arya said. “I’ve still got no real interest in guys, but I love hearing your old stories, and the idea of watching you with one, of sharing you with one is kinda hot.”

Bellegere shuddered, and Daenerys was treated to what a hauntingly beautiful sight a horny Bellegere Otherys was.

“That could be arranged,” she purred.

“Hold on,” Arya said, backing away. “The problem is that I worry that I’d grow jealous.  Unless it was a guy I trust and I’m related to all of them, I just don’t know if I could do it.  I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“Hey,” Bellegere said, wrapping her arms around the diminutive Stark girl, “you were just voicing a fantasy is all.  We don’t have to act on it.”

“Thanks, Belle,” Arya said, returning the hug.

“Hells, we probably won’t have time for anything like that after we get our baby,” Bellegere said before freezing up.

Arya pulled back and glared at her for a moment.

“I’m sorry, did you say baby?” Daenerys asked, wondering just how much she had really had to drink.

“We were going to wait to tell the both of you,” Arya said, looking annoyed, “but we are thinking of having a baby.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Daenerys exclaimed. “Are you looking to adopt?  I know the four of them can be a handful, but mine aren’t available.”

Rather than react to the admittedly bad joke, Bellegere and Arya just shared a conspiratorial look.

“We’re actually looking into IVF,” Bellegere replied.

“Oh,” Daenerys said. “I guess you’d be the mom, Bellegere?”

“Yeah,” Arya said. “Being a pregnant author is easier than being a pregnant fencing instructor.”

“I’d imagine,” Daenerys laughed. “Wait, why did you want to wait for both of us to share this news?”

“Well...” Bellegere trailed off, looking uncomfortable.

“You see, we…” Arya tried to say, getting the same look.

“We want to use Jon,” Bellegere blurted out after a moment.

Daenerys’ eyes widened, and she said, “Jon?”

“I mean, it makes sense,” Arya said pleadingly. “The child or children would be related to the both of us, and Jon looks more like me than any of my actual siblings.  It would be like Belle and I really having a kid together.”

“Plus, we know Jon’s swimmers could compete at the Olympics,” Bellegere joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I…” Daenerys trailed off as an idea occurred to her that her drunk brain thought was amazing. “IVF is really expensive, right?”

“I’m a best-selling author,” Bellegere said. “We’re good for it.”

“Yes, but that money could still be spent on the child instead,” Daenerys said, “and I’ve heard some real horror stories about egg harvesting.”

“Usually you end up sore for a couple days afterward,” Bellegere admitted, “but what are you saying?  We considered adopting, and we know there are kids out there who need a home, but I’ve always wanted a child of my own, you know?”

“I do,” Daenerys said. “I wanted to be a mom so badly, and as stressful as it has been, I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but what if there was a way that we could do this without IVF?”

“What are you saying?” Bellegere asked as Arya’s eyes widened.

“Think about it,” Daenerys said. “Arya and I could both fulfill our fantasies, and Jon could give you a child the old-fashioned way.”

Arya and Bellegere’s mouths both dropped.

“Or we can chalk this up to the wine and never talk about it again,” Daenerys said as an awkward silence lingered.

“Do you mean it?” Bellegere asked. “Would Jon…”

“Be willing to fuck you?” Daenerys asked incredulously. “Come on.  And yes, I do.”

Bellegere and Daenerys both looked over to Arya, who appeared to be catatonic, still sitting there unblinking with her mouth hanging open.

“Um, Arya?” Daenerys asked, furrowing her brow.

“Planetos to Arya,” Bellegere said, waving her hand back and forth across the younger woman’s face.

After a moment, she broke out of it and shook her head, blinking rapidly. “I don’t know…”

“Hey, you know that Jon would donate if you asked him to,” Daenerys said. “If you’re not comfortable with the idea, then we can forget it, but IVF doesn’t always work, and it goes wrong some times.  We’ve all heard the horror stories of women being implanted with entire litters of children or being given the wrong embryo altogether.  If we did it the natural way, then you would know for sure that it was Jon and Bellegere’s.”

That argument seemed to get across to Arya, who shook her head and turned to her girlfriend.

“If you want to do this…” Arya went to say.

“I’ll only do it if you’re sure you’re okay with it,” Bellegere said.

“Like I said, all the guys I trust, I’m related to,” Arya said. “I would trust Jon with this, and Daenerys is right; why complicate things if they can be simple?  Daenerys, I have to ask, though: are you sure you’d be okay with?  Are you okay with your husband putting a child in another woman?”

“Yes,” Daenerys said. “I mean, that would be the case if we went the IVF route too, but this would be a way for us to fulfill fantasies that neither of us would be willing to normally.  That is, if you’re interested.”

“In you?” Arya asked, her gray eyes that looked so much like Jon’s gaining an almost predatory look to them. “You must be joking.”

“I’m not as thin as I used to be,” Daenerys said. “Three kids in one year did a real number on me.”

“Jon clearly doesn’t mind,” Arya said, getting out of her seat.

“No,” Daenerys gulped. “If anything, it has made him even more ravenous.”

Arya walked over to Daenerys, her eyes locked on the beautiful blonde’s, and she brushed her hair around her ear.

“Arya,” Daenerys gasped at the sudden intimacy.

Leaning in, Arya whispered, “Jon and I have a lot in common.”

“Fuck me, this is going to be amazing,” Bellegere commented.

Arya stepped back and sat down on the table, looking down at her.  Daenerys knew that she should have brought this up with Jon first.  The chances of him turning down a foursome, albeit one in which he’d only be fucking two of the women involved, were slim, but she shouldn’t just assume that he’d be down.  She was horny as hell, though, and wanted nothing more than for Jon to come home now so that he could join in on the fun.

The sound of a key in the door jolted all three of them out of their lustful reverie, and Arya rushed away from Daenerys like she was radioactive.

“Dany, I’m home,” Jon called out as he walked inside. “Oh, hello Ghost.”

“Jon,” Daenerys called out, rushing to see him.  The sight of him hugging a dog as tall as him on his hind legs was as funny as ever.

“Hi, love,” Jon said, holding a bouquet of roses out behind the giant white dog.

Daenerys giggled and accepted the peacemaking gift as Jon settled the big lump down.

“I took him on very extended walkies earlier to tire him out, and I think he just woke up,” she laughed.

“I’m so sorry,” Jon said. “I tried to get away earlier, but things just kept popping up that I couldn’t put off until next week.”

“It’s okay,” Daenerys said, hugging him. “I’m just glad you’re home.”

“Are they still…” Jon went to ask.

“Hey, Jon,” Arya said, joining them with Bellegere.

“Arya, Bellegere,” Jon sighed in relief. “I’m sorry about tonight.”

“We’ll do it another time,” Arya said. “Belle and I were just about to go.”

“You are?” Daenerys asked, turning to look at them.

“It’s getting really late,” Bellegere said, pointing to the clock.

“I see,” Jon sighed, looking crestfallen.

“Hey,” Arya said, hugging him tightly. “We’ll be seeing much more of each other soon.”

“Hmm?” Jon asked.

“Daenerys will fill you in,” Bellegere said, peering outside the window. “Wow, that cabbie must have been right around the corner.”

“Night, Jon, Dany,” Arya said.

“Night guys,” Bellegere echoed.

“Good night,” Daenerys said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, night,” Jon sighed, watching them go.  After a moment, he muttered, “fuck.”

“We’ll see them again soon,” Daenerys said.

“Yes, what did I need to be filled in on?” Jon asked.

“We’ll talk in the morning,” Daenerys said, jumping into his arms, wrapping her legs around him, and kissing him deeply.

He held her tightly, returning the kiss with equal passion.

“How much did you have to drink?” Jon asked.

“Enough that I’m not mad at you,” Daenerys said. “I’m far too wet to be angry.”

“Fucking hells,” Jon groaned.

“I’d rather you fuck me,” Daenerys giggled.

“Okay, you head upstairs, and I’ll put these in water,” Jon said, taking the roses from her hand.

“Be quick,” Daenerys said, rushing upstairs.

*****

Jon woke up to the feeling of his wife curled up on his chest and smiled.  Yesterday had been a truly awful day, but ending it curled up with Daenerys, the both of them utterly spent, had made it all worth it.  Later on, his brother-in-law would be bringing the kids home, and he was likely to have an entire weekend to spend with his family.  Hearing Daenerys’ breathing change and looking down at her head of messy blonde hair, he stroked his fingers along her scalp.

“Ugh, my head,” Daenerys groaned.

“I thought you might have a headache,” Jon chuckled softly. “Roll over; I’ll rub your temples.”

She rolled onto her back, and Jon started rubbing gentle little circles on her temples.

“Ahh, that feels good,” Daenerys sighed.

“How much did you drink?” Jon asked.

“The three of us polished off two bottles of red wine,” Daenerys said. “Not obscene, but more than I’ve drunk in years.”

“At least it wasn’t like that party at Theon’s,” Jon said.

“Oh gods, don’t remind me of that,” Daenerys groaned.

“I knew I had to cut my hair when you mistook Alys Karstark for me,” Jon laughed.

“I miss long-haired Jon,” Daenerys grumbled, “and don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it.  I limped for three days after that night.”

“You made out with a girl,” Jon said. “You might have been embarrassed, but I was harder than steel.”

“It was specifically being drunk enough to think she was you that was embarrassing,” Daenerys clarified.

“Well, at least you didn’t do anything embarrassing this time,” Jon said.

Daenerys sat up so quickly that she dragged Jon with her. “Oh gods.”

“Who’d you make out with this time?” Jon asked teasingly.  It had only happened the one time, but he never tired of teasing her with it.  When Daenerys didn’t reply, he grew more serious and said, “Dany, what’s wrong?  Whatever it is, it was just Bellegere and Arya here tonight, and they seemed perfectly happy when they left.”

“I think I promised Bellegere a child,” Daenerys said.

“What?” Jon asked. “Dany, I know having three kids under two has been stressful.”

“Not one of ours!” Daenerys hissed. “One of yours.”

“Huh?” Jon asked, confused.

“Bellegere and Arya want to have a child, and they brought you up as a potential donor,” Daenerys said.

“Oh,” Jon said. “Wow, good for them.  Of course, I’d be happy to donate.  I assume Bellegere’s going to be the mother.”

“They were talking about IVF, and I talked them into a foursome instead,” Daenerys said, turning beet red.

“What?!” Jon exclaimed.

“We were talking about sex and fantasies,” Daenerys said. “I brought up how we had talked about having a threesome, and Arya mentioned wanting to watch Bellegere with a guy, and then when the conversation turned to babies, I just…”

“Brought up group sex with Arya?” Jon asked dryly.

“She’s hardly a baby,” Daenerys protested.

“I’ve known her since she was in diapers,” Jon said.

“What I suggested was partner-swapping...I think,” Daenerys said. “It’s still kind of fuzzy.”

“P...partner-swapping,” Jon stuttered, her eyes widening.

“You with Bellegere, me with Arya,” Daenerys said.

“Dany, that’s…” Jon trailed off.

The way that his gray eyes darkened with obvious lust helped Daenerys to relax a bit.

“Hot?” Daenerys asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“It would be wrong,” Jon said.

“Not really,” Daenerys whispered, trailing her nails along Jon’s scalp. “I would be with Arya while you bred Bellegere.  Then you and I could have fun with Bellegere together, and then she and I could have fun with Arya together.  So long as you and Arya don’t do anything, would it really be that wrong?”

Jon just looked at her, his eyes dark with lust, as his cock hardened rapidly, and Daenerys grinned.

“If all four of us are okay with this, then what would be the harm?” Daenerys asked, stroking his thick, hard cock with her hand. “We’re not having another child, but you could give Bellegere and Arya a few.”

“A few?” Jon gasped.

“I don’t know how many they want,” Daenerys giggled. “Maybe they’ll want a dozen.”

“Fucking hells, Dany,” Jon groaned.

“If I recall correctly, protein can be a useful hangover cure,” Daenerys said, grinning mischievously. “I think I’ll swallow some.”

Lowering her head to his cock, she took the significant girth between her lips and started bobbing her head up and down on him.

*****

Across town, a different couple was having a very similar morning.

“Fucking hells, I feel like there’s a monkey in my head using my skull as a drum,” Arya groaned.

“And here I thought I had a way with words,” Bellegere said teasingly, handing her a cup of coffee.

“Shut up,” Arya groaned. “Thank you.”

Bellegere smiled down at her and sat on the bed.

“How the hell are you never hungover?” Arya asked.

“It’s happened once or twice, but my tolerance has always been higher than most,” Bellegere said. “So, do you want to talk about last night?”

“Unless it’s about the mind-melting sex, not really,” Arya replied, drinking her black coffee happily.

“It was pretty amazing,” Bellegere said, sipping her own coffee. “You were insatiable.”

“I was drunk, and all that sex talk got me in the mood,” Arya said.

“I thought you were going to kiss Daenerys,” Bellegere said.

“I wouldn’t do that to Jon,” Arya said. “I wouldn’t do anything that we didn’t agree to sober, either.”

“How long have you had a thing for Daenerys?” Bellegere asked.

“It’s not her,” Arya sighed. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d bury my face in that incredible ass of hers without blinking, but…”

“What is it?” Bellegere asked.

“I’ve always said that guys didn’t do it for me, and that’s true...mostly,” Arya said.

“Mostly?” Bellegere asked.

“There was always one guy that I found attractive,” Arya said, “one guy that made me understand what those silly girls I went to school with meant when they talked about boys.”

“Jon?” Bellegere asked, and Arya looked away. “Hey, Arya, you know I’m going to judge you.”

She cupped the younger girl’s cheek and pulled her face over, only to find her eyes shimmering.

“I know it’s wrong,” Arya said. “I grew up with him, and he looks more like my brother than my actual brothers, but growing up, he was always there for me.  His mum died giving birth to him, and no one knew who his father was, so my parents took him in.”

“I remember you telling me some of that,” Bellegere said.

“He’s about a month younger than Robb, so for my parents, it was like just having twins,” Arya said. “I don’t know why; maybe it was just that he looked so much like me when the others all looked like Mum, but Jon was always the one I was closest to.  He was the one I turned to when I was upset, the one I could always trust to be on my side when I needed him, the one whose bed I climbed into when I had a nightmare.  He made me feel safe, even more so than Dad.”

“And then you hit puberty,” Bellegere said.

“Oh, my crush began before then,” Arya said. “When Sansa used to gush about dreamy boys she wanted to marry, more than once I said that Jon was the only one I could ever marry.”

Bellegere laughed.

“When he got older, he got hotter, and then I hit puberty and I realized it,” Arya said.

“I can’t fault your tastes,” Bellegere said. “The man is sexy as all hell.  Handsome and rugged with downright lickable abs and possibly the greatest ass I’ve ever seen.”

“Gods the abs,” Arya groaned. “He started working out at twelve, so by the time I hit puberty, he had already managed to get some pretty drool-worthy gains.  I used to work out with him just because he exercised without a shirt.  Honestly, if he were my age and not Jon, and I could have ended up with him, I might have gone all my life thinking I was straight, chalking up how little I’ve ever been attracted to other guys as proof of how hot Jon is.”

“So he’s your one exception?” Bellegere asked.

“Pretty much,” Arya said. “I did meet a guy once who reminded me enough of Jon that I thought he was kind of cute, but he was gayer than I am.”

“So do you think that, provided Daenerys doesn’t wake up today and change her mind, you’d be willing to do this?” Bellegere asked.

“Belle, the image of you and Jon fucking is why I was practically in heat last night,” Arya said. “The idea of getting to watch that while fucking Daenerys makes me want to have a dozen kids.”

“Don’t go writing checks my pussy can’t cash now,” Bellegere laughed. “Unless you wanted to have a few of them.”

“I...we couldn’t,” Arya said.

“I know, I’m just teasing,” Bellegere said.

“There’s no guarantee that Jon will agree,” Arya said.

“Arya, he’s a bloke,” Bellegere scoffed. “If his wife offers him the chance to have unprotected sex with another woman with no risks to him or their relationship down the line, he’ll go for it.”

“I…” Arya trailed off and shivered. “I buried my feelings for him a long time ago.  I knew we couldn’t be together, and he was already with Daenerys by that point besides, so I just let it go, but this…”

“You’re worried about how you’re going to handle it?” Bellegere asked.

“I’m worried something will slip out and make it weird,” Arya said.

“Maybe it;s not one-sided,” Bellegere said, making Arya’s eyes widen. “Have you ever considered that…”

“No,” Arya insisted. “Jon barely sees me as an adult, much less someone he finds attractive.”

“You’re sexy as all the hells, though,” Bellegere said, earning a grin from her, “and you’re going to fuck his wife in front of him.  What if, watching you on your hands and knees, your tight ass wiggling in the air while you feast on Daenerys’ pussy, he starts to feel differently?”

“Belle!” Arya gasped.

Bellegere brushed Arya’s long brown hair behind her ear. “He’s going to fuck me, babe.  He’s going to put beautiful gray-eyed babies in me.  If, while he’s doing that, he starts wanting you, would you let him fuck you?”

“Yes,” Arya breathed. “Gods, yes.  It would be wrong, so wrong, but if he wanted me, I would have bent over and let him fuck me like a bitch in heat years ago.”

“That would be so hot,” Bellegere moaned. “We’d have to make sure you didn’t have any babies, but other than that…”

“It won’t happen,” Arya said, shaking her head. “He’ll never want me like that.”

“We’ll see,” Bellegere thought to herself.

*****

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Jon muttered to himself as he waited for Bellegere and Arya to arrive.

“We can still back out if you aren’t comfortable,” Daenerys said.

“No, I agreed, and it’s not like I don’t want to do it,” Jon snorted. “I just never would have imagined back when I used to help Arya with her homework that I’d someday try to impregnate her girlfriend in front of her.”

“She’s a grown woman,” Daenerys said.

“I know,” Jon said, “and if I have any doubts left, they’re going to be killed off tonight.  I just can’t help but feel like this is weird.”

“Oh, it’s definitely weird,” Daenerys laughed, “but weird can be good too.”

“I really am the luckiest man in the world,” Jon said, kissing her temple.

“And don’t you forget it,” Daenerys grinned.

The doorbell rang, and Daenerys went to answer it.  A moment later, she led a nervous-looking Arya and a positively glowing Bellegere inside.

“Hello,” Jon said, hoping that he didn’t sound as awkward as he thought.

“Hi,” Arya said, not quite meeting his gaze.

“The kids are with Ned and Catelyn?” Bellegere asked.

“Yup, dropped them off earlier,” Daenerys said. “They’re with them for the night, though they both implied that they’d be willing to keep them tomorrow too.  Did you tell them something?”

“Yes, Dany, I told my parents that Belle and I were planning an orgy with you and Jon,” Arya said sarcastically.

“They know that we’re planning to try for kids and think that we’re going to ask Jon to be the donor,” Bellegere said.

“Right, sorry,” Arya said. “I’m just nervous.”

“You and me both,” Jon said, earning a smile from her. “That will be what we end up telling them if this works, I assume.”

“Yeah, and it should,” Bellegere said. “My doctor thinks I shouldn’t have any trouble conceiving, and we both know you have no issues.”

“I’ve had a few issue,” Jon joked, earning a groan from Daenerys.

“That was awful,” she giggled. “I’ll whip up a few G&Ts to sooth any lasting nerves, and we can get started.”

“I’ll help,” Bellegere said.

The two of them walked into the kitchen, and Bellegere whispered, “has Jon been as nervous as Arya?”

“You saw him,” Daenerys said, setting four glasses down. “The tonic water’s in the fridge.  Could you grab it?”

“Sure,” Bellegere said, walking to the fridge as Daenerys pulled out a bottle of gin and a jigger. “So you really think that they’re both attracted to each other?”

“They’ve always been very close,” Daenerys whispered. “Because they’re as close as siblings and look so much alike, it never even occurred to me that there might be anything more than familial affection there, but when you told me about the lingering looks you had noticed Arya giving Jon, I started noticing things that I hadn’t before as well, and not just from her.”

Bellegere had come to Daenerys after confirming that, sobered up, she was still just as into her idea as she had been drunk, and they had talked about the most likely problems they could face.  There was no guarantee that this would work the first few times, and if it was going to be an ongoing thing, then they wanted things to be as comfortable for everyone as possible.  Any lingering attraction and shame at that attraction between Jon and Arya was one thing that could be a problem, so they started planning out how they could get them over it.

“You said that Arya hadn’t said anything that would suggest she had a thing for him,” Daenerys said. “That hasn’t changed as we’ve gotten closer to today?”

“No,” Bellegere replied quickly.  Changing the subject, as she sliced up a lime, Bellegere said, “I imagine that you’ve loved having him around the past couple days.”

“Normally a week off would have meant sex as soon as the kids were tired out, but we’ve been abstaining over the last few days,” Daenerys said. “Spending a few days together as a family has been simply wonderful, though.

“He must be gagging for it,” Bellegere said.

“That’s the idea,” Daenerys said, giving the other woman a conspiratorial grin.

They finished up making the simple drinks and brought them out.  Jon and Arya were still standing there, looking awkward and away from each other.  Daenerys made a point of handing Arya her drink while Bellegere gave Jon his.

“To the future,” Daenerys said, holding hers out.

“To the future,” Bellegere echoed, clinking her glass to Dany’s.

The other two joined in and sipped their drinks.

“I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating,” Bellegere said, making Jon nearly choke.

“Really?” Daenerys asked.

“Mmhmm,” Bellegere said, her eyes never leaving Jon’s. “The timing is perfect.”

“That’s great,” Jon said, downing the rest of his drink.

Bellegere followed suit and set her glass down, walking right up to him. “I agree.”

The two words, said in that husky, seductive voice of hers were the last either one spoke before she dragged him down into a searing kiss.

“Fuck me,” Daenerys heard Arya whisper to herself, entranced by the sight.

“That’s the idea,” she whispered in the younger woman’s ear, making her shiver.

Arya turned to look at her, and Daenerys leaned down to capture her lips with her own.  The brunette moaned into her mouth, and Daenerys pulled her closer, delighting in the feeling of her soft, warm body pressed up against her.  She caught Jon’s wide eyes, darkened with lust, and winked.

“I think we should take this upstairs,” Bellegere said, leading Jon by the hand.

Daenerys and Arya finished their drinks and chased after their lovers, who were already locked in a passionate embrace by the time they reached the bedroom.

“They look so hot together,” Daenerys said, though she didn’t know if Arya heard her, as enraptured as she was by the sight of the two people she was most attracted to in all the world making out. “Is Bellegere wearing anything under her dress?”

“No,” Arya said.

“I figured,” Daenerys chuckled.  She had gotten to know the other woman better over the last month as they planned this and doubted that she would be wearing more than she absolutely needed to. “You should unzip her dress.”

“Huh?” Arya asked.

“Unzip her dress as you kiss her neck and knead those large breasts of hers,” Daenerys suggested. “It will drive Jon wild to see us get her ready for him.  I’ll join in after you get started.”

“That…” Arya trailed off and shuddered. “That does sound hot.”

The youngest of the four of them walked over to where her girlfriend and Jon were still locked together and pulled the zipper of her dress down.  Jon broke off the kiss to look at her, while Bellegere just giggled.

“I like how you think,” she purred, turning her head to kiss Arya.

Daenerys kept her eyes locked on Jon as he watched the two women kiss, and the look of raw desire on his face was unmistakable.  Grinning, she walked over and started kissing along the other side of Bellegere’s neck, pulling her black dress down past her breasts, freeing the large mocha mounds.

“Isn’t she gorgeous, Jon?” Daenerys asked. “I honestly didn’t think these were real the first time we met, Belle.”

“Grew them myself,” Bellegere said, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples.  Turning to Jon, she said, “wanna make sure?”

“In the interest of science,” Jon chuckled, cupping her breasts and bringing one of her hard nipples to his lips.

“Ahh, fuck, just like that,” Bellegere sighed. “I’ve got one free, Arya.”

Arya didn’t even hesitate to latch onto Bellegere’s other nipple;her face so close to Jon’s that their cheeks were nearly touching.  Daenerys grinned at Bellegere and kissed her full lips, shoving her tongue into the other woman’s mouth.  The two of them kissed passionately as she held Jon and Arya’s heads to her generous chest.

Daenerys felt Jon back away and broke the kiss, noticing through the corner of her eye how his gaze lingered on Arya for a moment.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, reaching a moment later to start unbuttoning his shirt.  Every button revealed more and more of his incredible physique.  She heard Arya whimper behind her and wasn’t sure if Bellegere was doing something to her or if it was just her staring at Jon’s muscular chest and abs.  When she broke the kiss for air, she pulled away and let him finish removing his shirt.

“Bellegere,” Daenerys said, “I’m going to leave his pants to you.”

Bellegere cocked an eyebrow at her impish grin but said nothing.  Walking over, Bellegere started undoing his belt as Daenerys walked over to Arya, who looked her up and down.

“I think we’re overdressed,” she said.

“I agree,” Daenerys replied, pulling the other woman in to kiss her again.

The two made short work of undressing each other as they made out, only breaking apart if they needed to remove something.  Daenerys cupped her perky little tits the second they were free, enjoying the feeling of the small mounds that fit her hands so well.  Arya cooed at the sensation and cupped one of her Daenerys breasts, circling her nipple with her thumb before halting abruptly.

“Wait, are you still lactating?” she asked.

“Yeah, I will be for about another year, probably,” Daenerys replied.  Noticing the heated look Arya got, she asked, “do you want to taste it?”

“Yes I…” Arya went to reply when she was cut off by Bellegere.

“Holy fuck!” Bellegere exclaimed.

“Whats...oh my gods!” Arya gasped.

Daenerys looked over and laughed at the comical expression on Bellegere’s face as she gawked at Jon’s cock.

“I would have warned you, but I’ve read enough of your books to know you’d enjoy the surprise,” Daenerys said.

“I am rather large,” Jon said.

“Rather large?” Bellegere asked incredulously. “Jon, this is the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!”

“Really?” Daenerys asked. “Didn’t you once fuck a giant?”

“He suffered from gigantism, yes, and this is still bigger,” Bellegere said, stroking his massive, girthy cock. “How the hell do you manage to take him?”

“Perfectly,” Jon rumbled, giving her a look that made her pussy clench.

Arya, meanwhile, was just staring at him, her mouth agape and thoughts of that huge cock reshaping her insides no doubt floating through her mind.

“Such big balls too,” Bellegere cooed, cupping his sack.

“They’re full,” Jon said. “I haven’t cum in days.”

“We’ll need to do something about that,” Bellegere said, bringing his cock to her lips. “Don’t cum.  I just want to get you good and wet first.”

“I should probably do the same,” Jon said.

“Trust me, just sucking this monster is going to have me running down my thighs,” Bellegere said, making Jon groan.

“Still, sit on my face,” Jon said. “I want to taste you.”

Bellegere shivered and grinned, pushing Jon lightly onto the bed and crawling over to him.

“I don’t know which of them is luckier,” Daenerys murmured to a still transfixed Arya. “His cock is amazing, but her arse is insane.”

“Yeah, it is,” Arya said. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see what a baby does to it.”

“What do you think about what my pregnancies did to mine?” Daenerys asked, turning around to show her plump arse off.

Arya kneaded the full cheeks, making Daenerys moan softly.

“I’m not leaving her tonight without you sitting on my face,” Arya said. “That answer your question?”

Without another word, Arya moved around Daenerys and captured one of her leaking nipples between her lips.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Daenerys sighed, holding Arya’s head to her chest as the other woman drank from her.

“Delicious,” Arya murmured, switching to the other one and groping her arse harder.

Daenerys ran her hands down Arya’s back until she was cupping the other woman’s ass in her hands.  Reaching around, she ghosted her fingers over her bald pussy, and Arya pulled back to moan.

“Was sucking on my milky tits what got you so wet, or watching Jon and Bellegere?” Daenerys asked, bringing her fingers to her lips.  She moaned at her first taste of a pussy other than her own, her violet eyes never leaving Arya’s dark grays.

“Both,” Arya panted.

“Ahh, fuck, you’re good at that!” Bellegere cried, grinding on Jon’s face as he ate her out.

“He really is,” Daenerys commented. “I thought I was going to die the first time he went down on me.”

“I walked in on you two once,” Arya admitted.

“Really?” Daenerys asked.

“Yeah, you were in the bathroom at my folk’s place,” Arya replied. “You were both clothed, or mostly in your case, and he had his head under your skirt.  Your eyes were scrunched shut, and neither of you noticed me, so I just backed out.”

“How old were you at the time?” Daenerys asked.

“I don’t recall,” Arya replied. “I think it was during a party that Robb threw, so I was old enough to be there.”

“I’m just glad we didn’t corrupt you or anything,” Daenerys said.

“Belle ended up corrupting me enough all on her own,” Arya said.

“Holy fuck!” Bellegere cried as she came.

Shaking and writhing on his face, Jon had to hold her still to keep her from bouncing off of him.  Daenerys watched her large breasts shake on her chest and wondered how she ever wondered whether or not she was attracted to women.

“No man...has ever eaten my cunt...that well,” Bellegere panted as she climbed off of his face and laid down on her back.

“What about women?” Jon asked, licking his lips.

“You eat pussy like a girl,” Bellegere sighed, still catching her breath.  Jon laughed and kissed her again.

“I think she’s ready for you,” Daenerys commented, “and your cock is slick with spit.  It’s time for you to make her a mommy, Daddy.”

Jon inhaled sharply at her words, and his cock twitched.

“I don’t know if Bellegere wants you to get me that riled up, love,” Jon growled.

“Oh, I do,” Bellegere said. “You’re the first man I’ve fucked in years.  The last thing I want you to do is hold back.  In fact…”

Bellegere trailed off and spread her legs, bringing her knees up by her head.

“What better position to breed me in than this?” Bellegere asked. “Put a baby in me, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Jon groaned, looking as turned on as Daenerys had ever seen him.

“I have an idea,” Daenerys whispered to Arya. “I’m going to lay down by Bellegere’s ass, and I want you to sit on my face; then we’ll sixty-nine.”

“Why?” Arya asked, looking taken aback. “My arse would be right in Jon’s face.”

“Answered your own question there,”Daenerys thought to herself.

“So would my face,” she said instead. “The idea of me being with another woman has turned him on for a while, and I want him to see me eating pussy while he fucks Bellegere.  It’ll make him even wilder.”

“O...okay,” Arya stuttered.

Walking over to the bed, Daenerys climbed down and laid on her side, facing Jon as he lined himself up with Bellegere’s dripping slit.

At his curious look, she said, “I wanted to see it go in.”

“As did I,” Arya said, sitting down next to them.

“Can’t say I ever saw this coming,” Jon said.

“Enjoy it,” Bellegere said.

“Oh, I will,” Jon said, pushing forward.  The head of his cock slipped inside, and Bellegere gasped.

“Holy fuck, you’re huge!” she cried.

“Is it like our toys?” Arya asked.

“Flesh and blood cock, especially really big cock, is its own beast,” Bellegere said. “If you were at all into guys, I’d suggest you try it and see.”

“Yeah,” Arya said, staring as inch after inch of thick cock slipped inside her girlfriend.

Daenerys knew from experience that taking Jon could be a challenge, but with Bellegere being bigger than her and very experienced, he fit her more easily, managing to sink inside in one long, slow push.  That didn’t mean that Bellegere didn’t still gasp, moan, and shake her way through it as she was stretched by him.

“Oh my,” Bellegere sighed as the last of him fit inside her. “Fuck me, you feel amazing.”

“So do you,” Jon groaned.

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” Bellegere giggled, and then did something that made Jon’s eyes nearly cross.

“Holy shit!” he groaned.

“What happened?” Daenerys asked.

“I squeezed as hard as I could,” Bellegere said, grinning up at Jon.

“That felt great,” Jon said.

“Belle’s been doing exercises to strengthen her pussy for years,” Arya said. “She got me doing them, and if you do them a lot, you cum even harder.  She’s strong enough to bust a grape, something we learned the hard way.”

Bellegere giggled at the memory, while Daenerys just gaped at them.

“Can you teach me?” she asked.

“You’re letting me have your husband breed me,” Bellegere said. “That’s the least I can do.”

“Arya, sit on my face,” Daenerys said, turning to the brunette.

“I…” Jon cut himself off from whatever he was going to say and just turned back to Bellegere.

Daenerys grinned to herself and rolled onto her back, waiting for Arya to hook a leg over her head and lower herself down onto her waiting mouth.  She did so quickly, and Daenerys found herself with a warm, wet pussy on her lips.  She started eagerly kissing and licking Arya’s folds, getting a feel for it.  The other woman whimpered and moaned, grinding herself on Daenerys’ face.

“Yeah, just like that,” Arya cooed. “I’m really wet, so you could probably go right for it now, but wait a bit before you start playing with my clit.”

With her instructions given, Arya lowered herself and began to absolutely feast on Daenerys.

“Fuck me!” Daenerys cried, immediately assaulted by pleasure.

Her eyes met Jon’s as her husband stared down at her in lust and wonder.

“You can move,” Bellegere said, sounding amused.

Jon turned back to her and pulled part of his cock from her depths, groaning as the dark-skinned beauty probably clenched around him again and pushed back inside, making her gasp.  He worked up to a steady rhythm from there, holding Bellegere’s legs down as he went.

Arya’s fingers sank into Daenerys’s fleshy thighs, and she groaned in pleasure as she continued eating her out.  Any lingering insecurities Daenerys might have had about the pregnancy pounds she had yet to shed vanished in the face of both Arya and Bellegere’s obvious desire.  That Jon adored her body, she had no doubt, but having two others show their clear appreciation was helpful.

Daenerys thrust her tongue inside Arya’s tight opening, tasting her from the source and moaning at both the flavor and the absolute magic that the other woman was working between her legs.  Watching Jon and Bellegere as well as fooling around with Arya had turned her on more than she realized, and as she soared towards her peak, she decided to try to push Arya along too.  Moving down slightly, she wrapped her lips around the other woman’s clit and sucked.

“Fuck!” Arya cried sharply. “Gentler.”

“Oh, sorry,” Daenerys said, cringing.

“No, it’s okay,” Arya said. “I’m just more sensitive than most.  Belle would be screaming for more if you did that to her.”

Returning to Arya’s pussy, Daenerys applied far lighter pressure to her clit, gently flicking her tongue over the throbbing nub.

“Oh gods, just like that!” Daenerys cried, her thighs shaking around Arya’s head as she sped towards her orgasm.

“Harder, harder!” Bellegere cried. “Fucking pound me!”

Jon picked up his pace, fucking the gorgeous woman hard.  He was fucking her into the bed at that point, having folded her nearly in half, his massive cock pistoning in and out of her creamy cunt.

“YES!” Daenerys screamed as she came, her thighs clenching hard around Arya’s head.  The other woman prolonged her pleasure expertly, applying just enough pressure to keep her orgasm going a moment or two longer without overdoing it.

Daenerys slumped onto her back as it ended, grinning from ear to ear.

“If you’re still awake, I’d like to cum,” Arya said teasingly, and Dany narrowed her eyes.

Without a word, she tightened her grip on the other woman’s hips and pulled her back, lapping at her clit.

“Just like that, just like that,” Bellegere cried, sounding half out of her mind with pleasure as she clearly neared her peak. “Right there, breed me, breed ME!”

“Ugh!” Jon groaned as she came around his cock, letting go and flooding her fertile body with his seed.

Daenerys sped up, flicking her tongue back and forth over Arya’s clit and pushed two fingers inside her.

“Oh gods, yes,” Arya moaned. “I’m so close, Dany!”

Pistoning in and out of Arya’s slick slit while she continued to eat her out, Daenerys felt along the upper wall of her tunnel, seeking what Jon had described as a rough patch of skin, until she finally found something that fit the description.

“YES!” Arya screeched as she came, squirting all over Daenerys’ face.  Daenerys laughed and kept fingering her, moving away from her oversensitive clit for fear of it being too intense.  She only stopped when the other woman collapsed bonelessly on top of her, panting hard, and gave her still spasming pussy a faint kiss that made her shiver.

“Fuck me,” Jon groaned, pulling out of Bellegere and sinking to the floor on his knees, resting his head on the bed.

“Give me a minute,” Daenerys said, grinning while she reached out to run her fingers through his beard.  If he noticed that she spread Arya’s fluids on him, he didn’t mention it.

“Fuck, I missed cock,” Bellegere sighed.

“You looked beautiful taking it,” Arya said, climbing off of Daenerys and kissing Bellegere passionately.  Daenerys sat up and watched the couple make out as Jon’s cum oozed out of Belle’s swollen, gaping slit.

Crawling over to Jon, she grinned at his sweaty form and cupped his face. “That might have done it, but we should try a few more times tonight, just to be safe.”

“Gladly,” Jon said, dragging her in for a kiss.

He stilled for a second as he tasted cunt on her lips, realizing what that meant, and that was the test that Daenerys had been waiting for.  If he pulled away quickly and awkwardly, then he wasn’t the least bit attracted to Arya.  When he deepened the kiss and groaned into her mouth, she ran a nail over Bellegere’s calve, a signal they had come with ahead of time.  She heard her whisper something into Arya’s ear and heard the other woman moan.

“Let me get you ready for her again,” Daenerys said as she broke the kiss, pulling him to his feet and taking his half-hard length in her mouth.  It was covered in thick, white, gooey fluids that Daenerys slurped down happily.

“Holy fuck, Dany,” Jon groaned, taking her head in his hands.

Daenerys nursed his length back to standing with her skilled tongue, but when she felt him stiffen suddenly, in both senses, she knew that it wasn’t her doing.  Letting his cock slip from her lips with a pop, she turned around to see what he was staring at and grinning.  Arya was between Bellegere’s thighs, lapping at her well-fucked cunt like it was her last meal.

Straightening up on her knees, she leaned into the catatonic-looking Jon and whispered, “what’s wrong?”

“Dany, you know what...she…,” Jon tried to whisper.

“You tasted her on my lips, and now she’s tasting you on Bellegere’s,” Daenerys giggled softly.  When Jon looked like he was about to object, she leaned in and whispered in his ear, “there’s no right or wrong here; just pleasure and an attempt to give them a baby.  If it bothers you, you can sit against the bed and I can ride you for a while, but if it doesn’t, take me from behind and we can watch them together.”

“Bellegere’s been a bad influence on you,” Jon whispered, making her grin.

“On us both, I think,” Daenerys replied, leaning over the bed and wiggling her arse.

As wet as she was, Jon managed to slip inside in one thrust, making her grunt.

“Just don’t cum,” Daenerys moaned. “Every bit of your cum is going in her tonight.”

“That’s...ahhh...sweet of you!” Bellegere gasped, while Arya just moaned between her thighs.

Jon sank his fingers into her fleshy thighs and quickly worked up a fast, hard pace that made Daenerys see stars.  She reached in front of her and spread Arya’s legs.  Gliding her fingers through the other woman’s slick folds, Daenerys made her moan, and she looked around at her only to freeze.  Jon froze too as their eyes met and held on the other’sfor a moment.  Bellegere reached under her and started kneading her supple breasts, breaking her out of her reverie.  With the moment broken, Jon started pounding Daenerys as hard as he had fucked Bellegere before, while Arya went back to eating out the dark-skinned beauty.

“Just like that, you animal!” Daenerys cried in bliss as Jon fucked her. “Gods, that’s amazing!”

It had been a long time since he had been that out of control with her, that primal, and though she was sure she’d be sore in the morning, she reveled in his passion.  Sinking three fingers inside Arya, she worked them in and out of her pulsating pussy slowly, teasing the brunette.

“Ahh, fuck Arya, just like that!” Bellegere cried as her legs started to quiver.

It was all too much for Daenerys.  Watching Bellegere get close to another climax while she fingered Arya and Jon fucked her like a mindless barbarian was easily the hottest thing she had ever experienced, and she felt herself racing something intense.  The pressure built within her, a familiar tension growing more and more extreme until she knew that it had to break.

“Cum for me, Dany,” Jon groaned in her ear, still pounding her into the bed. “Cum for me, like a good girl.”

“JON!” she squealed, squirting all over him as she came hard.  She buried her face in the bed, muffling some of her screams as one of the greatest orgasms of her life thundered through her.  Clawing at the bed like she’d float out of the room if she didn’t hold on, the next thing she knew was three voices murmuring about something.

“...would be so wrong,” Jon said.

“Would it?” Bellegere asked. “You’d be finishing in me after all, and she’s dripping wet.”

“Belle, it’s alright,” Arya said, sounding uncomfortable.

Daenerys came to in the middle of some sort of argument that, even in her pleasure-addled state, she recognized at once.

“Fuck her, Jon,” she gasped.

“What?” Jon asked, looking around at her.

“I know you want to,” Daenerys said temptingly. “The way you groaned at her taste on my lips, how you fucked me so hard I passed out watching me finger her tight little pussy, you want to split her in two, and I think that she wants you to.”

“Arya?” Jon asked, sounding simultaneously doubtful and hopeful. “Is that true?”

“Fuck it, yes, it is!” Arya exclaimed. “Gods help me, it is.”

Jon’s resolve snapped like a drawstring, and he dragged her to him, kissing her deeply, and making the quivering woman moan into his mouth.  The kiss was almost violent in its intensity, the two of them seeming more like two snarling wolves than anything else.

“Can you feel your legs?” Bellegere asked.

“I’m not even sure I still have legs,” Daenerys laughed.

Bellegere grinned and helped her up onto the bed, settling the Valyrian beauty between her legs.

“I’d say that worked,” Daenerys murmured as she watched Jon and Arya give into their desires.

“You called it,” Bellegere replied just as quietly, running her fingers over Daenerys’ soft belly.

“Arya might have left a little milk in these if you want any,” Daenerys said, cupping her breasts.

“This is one thing I’ve never actually done in bed,” Bellegere said, moving down until she was eye-level with the other woman’s breasts.

Daenerys moaned as Bellegere started sucking on her aching nipples, drinking her milk.  She cradled the other woman’s head gently, loving the feel of her soft, curly hair under her hands.

“Oh gods!” Arya cried.  Daenerys and Bellegere both looked over to see that the head of Jon’s cock had slipped inside her pussy, stretching her nether lips wide.

“Oh my,” Bellegere gasped.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Jon groaned, holding her tight as Arya worked to lower herself onto his cock.

“You’re as big as a horse, you oversized jerk,” Arya grumbled, wiggling her hips as she slowly descended on his cock.

“You want to stop?” Jon asked.

“Not for anything,” Arya sighed. “It hurts a bit, but it’s a good hurt, a delicious burn.”

She kissed him and continued to take more and more of his massive cock.  Panting from the exertion already, she wiggled and bounced her way down, slowly conquering the equine member.  From their perspective, Daenerys and Bellegere could see the look of ecstasy on her face and knew that she was loving the feeling of being stretched by him.  Jon looked exactly the same, and it made Daenerys wonder how long he had wanted her.  Bellegere and Arya were two women that she knew she could share him with without fear, since he genuinely couldn’t be with one of them and the other was too committed to the first to be a threat.  When there was just about an inch of Jon’s cock left, Arya grunted and scowled.

“I think that’s as deep as it goes,” Jon said.

“But there’s some left,” Arya complained.

“You feel incredible even if there is a little of me left outside of you,” Jon said. “I can’t exactly fuck your cervix.  When you’re ready, let me know.”

“I’m ready,” Arya said. “I’ve been ready for years.”

Jon smiled and kissed her.  Arya started riding him, and before long he was moving in sync with her, thrusting up against her again and again as they made love.

“She’s oddly good at that,” Daenerys commented.

“We have strap-ons,” Bellegere explained.

“Oh fuck, I love your cock!” Arya cried, her hips moving faster as she grew more comfortable with his size.

“You feel like a hot, wet vice,” Jon groaned, reaching up to cup her small breasts.

“You might want to lie down close to them,” Daenerys said. “I doubt Jon’s going to last that much longer.”

“Oh gods, fuck me!” Arya cried, bouncing on his cock. “Harder, faster; I’m so close!”

Bellegere crawled over to them and positioned herself on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, while Daenerys crawled over to the two of them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Jon!” Arya screamed, coming undone.

“Oh gods, Arya,” Jon groaned, fucking her hard even as she convulsed in his lap. “I’m going to cum.”

Daenerys held onto Arya while Jon pulled out of her, helping the incoherent, still spasming woman onto the bed.  Jon was between Bellegere’s legs in an instant, burying himself inside her pussy mere moments before he came, filling her with his second load of the night.  He collapsed forward, catching himself on his forearms, while Bellegere wrapped her arms around her.

Daenerys ran her fingers through Arya’s hair while the sweaty, panting woman tried to catch her breath.  When Jon rolled over onto his back and looked at the two of them, she caught his eye and saw her own thoughts reflected in them.  This was not going to be a one-time thing.