In the back of his mind, there's still a tiny part of him that whispers with the voice of old. It's easy enough to ignore, but the words are so familiar, he knows them by heart. They suggest more than demand, but the result is the same: the knowledge that the old Jon, the one that had given his life to save the realms of men, would have balked at what they do now. Only a shadow of that man remains, though, and his words fall on deaf ears; his death was necessary to make this possibility into a reality. No matter how great the passion, Lord Commander Snow would have resisted. King Jon delights in finding every opportunity to fuck and try to sate the unyielding desire for Margaery that knows no limit, has no limit, and knowing that he's doomed to fail no matter how many thousands and thousands of times they couple.
That didn't daunt him. Most men feared failure, but this pursuit was something that was far more ancient and basic than the things that concerned mankind. He would chase and chase and chase. They both would. Together, they'd chase a satisfaction they can't have and find the sweetness of their pleasure along the way. No, it didn't daunt him; it thrilled him.
Soon, they'd rejoin that chase. For now, though, it was a moment of peace, a moment where they could enjoy the bliss of relief and of simple skin-to-skin contact before their instincts flared back to life. Already, he could feel desire lapping at him and a tightness that was slowly spreading through his muscles, a tension that would inevitably lead to him rutting with her again and again. Then was not now, though, and for the moment, with his strength fled and a gentle warmth having spread through him, he was happy to simply be held while gazing up at her with nothing but adoration and fondness shinning through the dark desire in his eyes.
All around them, time marched on. His awareness of it had been dim in the moments following his release, but it sharpened with each second that past, the warmth that clouded his thoughts abating slowly. Soon, it would be replaced with something far more potent, but unless he missed his mark, it was near time for the guards to change shifts. Two had guarded the room under his orders and another two had followed him here. His visits had never taken so long before and after the noises they had made -- would make again -- word would spread like wildfire before they'd finished another round frantic lovemaking. In the Great Hall, they'd be expecting him to make judgments soon. Davos would fill in for him. They'd not disturb him. Not yet, not while he'd surprised them so. His councilors had made their implications before about his visits, but he'd always refuted them -- before this one, his lust for her had never been such a tangible thing -- truthfully. Tonight will stand all that on it's head. They'll make do without him for the day and they'll learn to do so in the future as well.
"I know. I wouldn't want to. And I'd thought grinding my cock against your thigh had felt amazing!" In spite of himself, he laughs softly and then presses a gentle kiss to her lips, all fondness and affection. "I would not let anyone else have me, Margaery. I am yours." No matter how they schemed, even a marriage would not invalidate her claim. Nor would it divert his attention from her. "Certainly so." Baring his teeth in a wild grin, Jon nips at her shoulder playfully, sighing happily as he does so, and then glancing back up at her, some of that familiar heat returning to his gaze. "My desire for you is not so easily satisfied. And I did make certain promises. We shan't stop rutting until we're too tired to continue. And even then, you may well wake to find my cock already in you during the night or first thing the morning that follows." Before the day had passed, Jon would take her in every position and way imaginable; she would ride him like a stallion and he would take her like a wolf. Chairs, tables, walls, and beds -- they'd mate on top or against each and every one. When things had reached the point where they needed to bathe, he'd have a large copper tub brought in and they'd use that as well. Whatever else might be needed could also be brought. Nothing would tear him from this room before they'd had their day of pleasure.
"Nor did I, love. I had... I was drawn to you. I thought we might be able to be good friends. I wanted to thank you for the kindness you showed my sister once, but this..." Jon smiles one of those smiles that drips meaning and simply sighs contentedly, trusting that she understands. "This surpasses anything I could have expected. I'm glad that it does. I was as dead as any corpse before tonight. I simply didn't realize it."
What they share has put a new perspective on his life before. As Lord Commander, his task had been joyless and lonely. When they'd crowned him, things had remained much the same; it had taken Margaery for him to understand that it was the same as death itself. Jon felt he had no room to complain. Death had brought him her. How could he complain about that? "You are everything I need. And everything I want. Nothing I've ever felt even compares to the depth and complexity of my feelings about you, Margaery." Rough fingers stroke her face gently as he gives her a sweet kiss that matches. His lips curl in a grin after. "Now, I believe we were speaking of promises before. It won't be much longer before I'm ready to make good on them. No, not much longer at all."
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That didn't daunt him. Most men feared failure, but this pursuit was something that was far more ancient and basic than the things that concerned mankind. He would chase and chase and chase. They both would. Together, they'd chase a satisfaction they can't have and find the sweetness of their pleasure along the way. No, it didn't daunt him; it thrilled him.
Soon, they'd rejoin that chase. For now, though, it was a moment of peace, a moment where they could enjoy the bliss of relief and of simple skin-to-skin contact before their instincts flared back to life. Already, he could feel desire lapping at him and a tightness that was slowly spreading through his muscles, a tension that would inevitably lead to him rutting with her again and again. Then was not now, though, and for the moment, with his strength fled and a gentle warmth having spread through him, he was happy to simply be held while gazing up at her with nothing but adoration and fondness shinning through the dark desire in his eyes.
All around them, time marched on. His awareness of it had been dim in the moments following his release, but it sharpened with each second that past, the warmth that clouded his thoughts abating slowly. Soon, it would be replaced with something far more potent, but unless he missed his mark, it was near time for the guards to change shifts. Two had guarded the room under his orders and another two had followed him here. His visits had never taken so long before and after the noises they had made -- would make again -- word would spread like wildfire before they'd finished another round frantic lovemaking. In the Great Hall, they'd be expecting him to make judgments soon. Davos would fill in for him. They'd not disturb him. Not yet, not while he'd surprised them so. His councilors had made their implications before about his visits, but he'd always refuted them -- before this one, his lust for her had never been such a tangible thing -- truthfully. Tonight will stand all that on it's head. They'll make do without him for the day and they'll learn to do so in the future as well.
"I know. I wouldn't want to. And I'd thought grinding my cock against your thigh had felt amazing!" In spite of himself, he laughs softly and then presses a gentle kiss to her lips, all fondness and affection. "I would not let anyone else have me, Margaery. I am yours." No matter how they schemed, even a marriage would not invalidate her claim. Nor would it divert his attention from her. "Certainly so." Baring his teeth in a wild grin, Jon nips at her shoulder playfully, sighing happily as he does so, and then glancing back up at her, some of that familiar heat returning to his gaze. "My desire for you is not so easily satisfied. And I did make certain promises. We shan't stop rutting until we're too tired to continue. And even then, you may well wake to find my cock already in you during the night or first thing the morning that follows." Before the day had passed, Jon would take her in every position and way imaginable; she would ride him like a stallion and he would take her like a wolf. Chairs, tables, walls, and beds -- they'd mate on top or against each and every one. When things had reached the point where they needed to bathe, he'd have a large copper tub brought in and they'd use that as well. Whatever else might be needed could also be brought. Nothing would tear him from this room before they'd had their day of pleasure.
"Nor did I, love. I had... I was drawn to you. I thought we might be able to be good friends. I wanted to thank you for the kindness you showed my sister once, but this..." Jon smiles one of those smiles that drips meaning and simply sighs contentedly, trusting that she understands. "This surpasses anything I could have expected. I'm glad that it does. I was as dead as any corpse before tonight. I simply didn't realize it."
What they share has put a new perspective on his life before. As Lord Commander, his task had been joyless and lonely. When they'd crowned him, things had remained much the same; it had taken Margaery for him to understand that it was the same as death itself. Jon felt he had no room to complain. Death had brought him her. How could he complain about that? "You are everything I need. And everything I want. Nothing I've ever felt even compares to the depth and complexity of my feelings about you, Margaery." Rough fingers stroke her face gently as he gives her a sweet kiss that matches. His lips curl in a grin after. "Now, I believe we were speaking of promises before. It won't be much longer before I'm ready to make good on them. No, not much longer at all."