࿔˚⋆Rays⋆˚࿔

After the Battle of the Bastards, House Stark rose victorious with Jon Snow to thank. Small army of wildlings and a few houses in the North and still, he won. Tales were spoken of him throughout the entire kingdom, tales of the bastard who made a man of himself, King in the North, they crowned him.

Despite his lack of desire for such power, he was still there to serve, to help Winterfell be strong again.

Yet as time flew, his chosen council began to pressure him with different sorts of obligations and expectations. One of them being a woman. As a king, it was only expected of him to have someone. Someone who will bring hope. Or at least make Jon appear more attractive to the crowd and opposite houses.

Lord Manderly suggested they hire a pleasure worker from the North’s finest brothel – and as absurd the idea seemed, majority of the council seemed to entertain the idea, at least for one night, they will think about the rest.

The entire region heard of the impending rumors, yet none seemed to actually believe it. At least not until you were chosen. The white pearl, everyone called you when they bought your time. You were amongst the most expensive and desired ones in Wintertown’s pleasure house.

One particular evening, a man came in to the brothel, asking for you. He offered you a fine sum of gold in exchange for that one night. You weren’t told who it would be. Just the location and time.

Jon had an exhausting day, barely got out of the council meeting earlier than expected and was ready to take a bath and sleep, after all, tomorrow he’ll have to do this all over again.

He walked through the silence of the castle’s hallway; they were fairly empty except the occasional guardsman standing for the evening’s watch.

The moment he walked into his chambers, the air felt different, thicker and warmer, as if the fire already sparked inside the fireplace.

He walked inside, hand braced over the dagger attached to his belt, he stopped in his tracks upon seeing you.

You were wearing a red dress which left little to the imagination, white fur around your shoulders and golden jewels around your arms and one around your ankle – look that had every man fall to their knees for you.

Well, all except Jon. He stood there, frozen in spot, his eyebrows shot up in surprise before quickly furrowing upon realization.

“You’re the one my council hired.”

It wasn’t a question and not a pleased statement either, it was straight up familiarity. Were you the first one they hired? You wondered.

Without hesitation, and not a single waver in your voice, you answered:

“Yes, my king.”

Your voice sweeter than honey itself, hair silky and body like God’s creation, you padded over to where he stood. Your eyes observed each and every little change in his expression till you were a step away from him.

Your hands carefully reached up to undo the clasp of his cloak until it fell to the floor with a soft thud, eyes never leaving his. Those pretty grays following every move of yours – you wanted to ask how he had no wife.

“You’re different..” You heard his voice after a beat of silence, tone deeper now that you were up close.

All you could do is smile at the observation while your slender finger ran down his chest.

“Good different, I hope.” You muttered softly while discarding each layer of his clothing. You weren’t at his height level, two or three inches shorter, but still tall enough to reach his face with yours.

Tall enough to lean in and brush your lips ever so softly against his before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. It was a kiss like none other that he experienced, yet he did not reciprocate it, just closed his eyes and exhale, hands bawling at his sides.

You took notice and moved lower, pressing the same torturous kisses to his jaw and neck, while his chest piece fell, leaving him in his tunic.

“You’re… not what I expected,” He admitted gruffly, without any judgement to his voice.

After a longer moment, he continued. “Do you always undress kings so boldly?”

You enjoyed the way he was acting, almost as if you were paid to bed a maiden. Your finger unlaced the tunic, lifting your head up to meet his gaze as you pressed yet another soft kiss to his lips, curious for a reaction.

This time he reciprocated, but in controlled and slow way.

“This is the first time I’ll be with a king…”  Your voice was almost a whisper as you looked into his eyes again while tugging at his tunic to slip it over his head and off.

Once bare, his chest rose and fell with soft breaths, hardened by battled and scarred where others bore none.

 “You speak as if you expect me to treat you differently.” He observed quietly, tilting his head down towards yours. “Do I need to?”

Your eyes took notice of the scars, yet you decided to keep quiet, not wanting to question him. Your hand slid down to his roughened one, skimming over it before grasping it and coaxing him to bed.

“I don’t expect anything, my king.”

He allowed you to guide him to bed, his gaze never once leaving your face. He let you take the lead, his feet almost moving on its own accord. There was something about your calm, your way of words that… confused him.

He sat on the edge of the big bed, looking up at you with those gray puppy eyes of his, his fingers remained laced with yours, the connection unexpected yet oddly soothing.

“You… aren’t intimidated at all.” He noted out loud, a hint of curiosity laced with the roughness of his voice.

Your eyes watched as he took a seat on the bed, moving the skirt of your dress to the side as you straddled his lap, your arms snaking around his neck almost naturally. You leaned down, kissing him again deeper this time as your hair pooled over your shoulder, shielding your faces almost.

After a moment of tasting him, you pulled back but not nearly enough.

“Should I be...?” You asked softly, kissing him again, still with the same passionate yet slow pace.

Jon’s breath caught when you settled into his lap, and you would’ve almost missed it, if his hands weren’t hesitant to hold your waist – he was nervous.

When you kissed him, he found himself slowly responding, even craving more. You were just so gentle yet good at this, and it’s been so long, too long since he…

You pulled back, still waiting for an answer, biting your lower lip to suppress a smile when you saw how dazed he seemed after that one kiss.

“Most are.” He admitted in a low voice.

Your hand lifted to grasp his cheek gently, absently running your thumb over his stubble. He might just be the most handsome man you’ve been with, payment or none.

“I’m not like the most…” Your voice was softer now as your hand deliberately slid down to unbuckle his belt.

You could feel his breaths growing more shallow against your lips, his grip on your waist tightening instinctively – almost in a silent plea.

But your lips were on his again and this time he exhaled roughly and pulled you closer, returning the kiss with the same amount of passion.

It was a play of tongues and heated breaths; his mind was becoming fuzzy until he felt your hand discard his belt to the floor. His pants were next, the came halfway off to his knees before they pooled at his ankles and he shoved them aside with his feet.

You dragged your fingers down his stomach almost teasingly before grasping his cock and pumping it slowly, as if testing the waters. He was a good sized one, he had the girth and the appropriate length to it, couple of hairs here and there but not too much from what you could feel.

He moaned into their kiss, closing his eyes only for a moment and enough for you to get off his lap and down to your knees. At least that was the plan, but when his hand grasped your arm, stopping you, your eyes found his again.

His breaths were a little ragged, and eyes a little darker now.

“Don’t…” he murmured, tugging gently to bring you back into his lap, his voice almost strained. “Not like this.”

You were stunned, all of your ‘costumers’ always wanted the regular, first you please them and then they use you however they wanted.

Despite the surprise, you got back up and tried a different approach.

“Oh, do you want to be on top? Is that it? Or I could lay down and you can put it in my mouth–”

You started off and Jon’s face flushed a little as he stopped you almost immediately. He had meant something entirely different, but your assumptions and the plain way you were putting things had thrown him off completely.

“I… no. That’s not what I meant,” he managed out, words coming out a little strangled as he took a deep breath and ran his hand up and down your arm, as if to soothe you, when it truth, it soothed him.

“It’s just.. I don’t want you on your knees.”

Your gaze softened upon realizing how flustered he got, so you decided to keep your thoughts to yourself. Shortly after, you nodded and leaned in for another kiss, slower now and softer, to relax him again.

“Tell me what you want then…” Your voice was quiet against his lip as you nipped at his lower lip in a playful manner. He was addictive in a way.

His looked up at you after that slow kiss, his hand still absently tracing up and down your arm as he thought for a moment before answering.

“I.. I want to touch you.” He said, a purposeful glint showing in his gray eyes.

Your smile grew at his words, already liking the idea as you gave him a small nod before pulling back and getting off his lap. Once standing, your hands found the straps of your dress and slid them off your shoulders in one easy movement. Your red dress crumpled to the floor, leaving your body entirely bare, except the golden jewels.

“Alright.”  You muttered softly while settling back into his lap now.

Jon watched in awe, he knew you were beautiful the moment he walked inside and saw you, but this was too much, so much it was starting to ache.

His hands slowly trailed up your arm and then over your neck before going lower over the collarbone and then your chest. His hand gently grasped one of your breasts, earning a small change in your breathing pattern. He caught that, and not before long, his finger slowly ran over the puckered tip. Your breaths went shallow.

Slowly he rolled the nipple between his two fingers, his eyes never leaving your face. He liked the way your eyes closed, or your lips parted when a gasp rippled through. It felt good, weird good, like a new sensation you just discovered.

He moved on then, sliding his hand lower and lower till it went over the little sensitive bud. Your eyes opened quickly when he pressed there, releasing some tension when a softest whimper left you.

“You like that?” His voice was raspier now as your head dipped down to the crook of his neck, as if afraid he’d see how good he was making you feel.

Though you hid, you still gave him a small nod when he asked if it felt good.

His fingers slowly started to rub circles against the puffy area, and your legs almost gave out, it felt so good you thought it couldn’t get better. Not until his hand dipped lower and he pushed two fingers inside your wet folds, earning a soft whimper from you – one you couldn’t suppress.

This was new and overwhelming, usually your work would revolve around men’s pleasure not yours, so this was far different and far more confusing. You couldn’t tell if you wanted him to stop or go faster.

Yet all those thoughts were pushed aside when he started to curl his fingers inside and them slowly pump them in and out.

Your hand gripped his arm almost desperately, your nails digging into the muscle there as you couldn’t suppress the soft moan that left you.

It was then when you felt a hot bubble of pressure in your belly, about to burst. What was that? It felt weird and new, but you were too into it to stop him.

“It’s okay.. just relax, I’ve got you.”

His breath brushed against the shell of your ear and you felt yourself letting go when the bubble popped and a wave of hot white pleasure washed over your body, drawing out a soft moan out of you.

Your eyes rolled back and your legs trembled as his fingers allowed you to ride it out till you were slump against him. He could feel your heavy breaths against his neck as you relished in the last moments. What just happened? Was that an orgasm? Women could have orgasms too?

That must’ve been the weirdest moment of realization that happened to you but regardless it was not worth complaining over.

 When his hand ran slowly over your back, it brought you to the reality.

“Are you alright?” He asked with slight breathlessness in his voice.

In that moment, you pulled back to meet those pretty eyes of his. And that was when you saw him, but really saw him. How pretty he was, his features, the beard and his gray hues. You felt a sudden urge to kiss him again and so you did.

Your lips met his again, in a gentler kiss this time, one that said far more than you bot could in that moment. You were feeling incredible if anything, but wanted more.

Your hand slid down between your bodies and grasped his cock before slowly aligning him with your entrance and sinking down onto it with a soft gasp, earning a slight whimper from him in return.

You felt a slight sting when he buried himself to the limit but relaxed into him regardless. It felt good – not just the pleasure but the way you fit together, like you belonged.

“Mhm.. more than okay.” You hummed gently while running your fingers along his shoulder blade.

Your warmth engulfed him; in an overwhelming sensation he found difficult to escape. And just when he started to accommodate to the tightness, you started to move your hips, slowly at first.

Every part of him was consumed by you, your warmth, a contrast to the cold that normally surrounded him. He noticed how your eyes softened each time you saw a scar over his chest – reminder of the battles he faced outside these walls. He preferred not to remember them, not when she was with him, at least.

You felt his grip over your hips tighten a little and you came to a slow stop. Both of you were breathless as your hand brushed back a dark lock of his away from his face. And then you ran your fingers through his bun to set it free.

“You okay?” Your voice was soft, yet breathless a little as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

He closed his eyes for a moment when you ran your fingers through his hair, unraveling in the feeling before finding his words.

“Yeah.. just overwhelmed.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, it seemed that no one could pry you away from him in such moment – and that scared you almost.

“Take your time.” You replied softly.

He took slow breaths, enjoying the closeness as you observed his behavior.

“I’m not sure whether I should thank my council or throttle them.” He exclaimed with a soft chuckle, causing you to laugh a little too.

“Hm… I don’t know. I think you’d prefer them alive.” You muttered while leaning in and pressing your lips to his once more.

He huffed out a soft laugh before returning the kiss. “I suppose you’re right.”

And all you could do is nod at that as you kissed him again before remembering something. “Would you prefer being on top?”

This time you didn’t put it plainly but accommodated it to his comfort. It wasn’t to ‘finish the job’ but out of genuine curiosity for his preferences.

That earned you a look, one you found difficult to read, yet the hard swallow he took and the nod he gave you said it all.

So, you moved off of him and laid down onto the soft furs covering his bed. He climbed over you, hands braced on both sides of your head, careful not to put a lot of his weight on you as his hand slid down and slowly aligned himself with you before pushing inside.

The new position allowed the new angle and you found yourself letting out a soft whine when he entered you.

And once again, you were met with a pair of those gray eyes you were so sure will haunt you forever. Slowly he pulled out almost entirely before slamming back inside with that slow torturous pace.

Your moans were soft and desperate against his shoulder as your hands snaked around his neck, wanting, no, needing him closer.

His breaths turned to soft pants and grunts as his pace turned a little faster and messier, he was close and so were you.

That same bubble formed deep in your belly and this time there was no confusion just pure bliss as you felt yourself slipping. Your nails dragged over his back with each thrust as your orgasm came crashing down onto you.

You felt your legs quiver and a long soft moan escaping you as he came right after due to your walls squeezing him hard. He spilled inside, painting your walls as he slumped over you with a strained groan.

You laid there, reveling in your own bliss and afterglow, and while his fingers ran through your soft hair you dragged your fingers up and down his back gently.

You knew this was nothing like your usual work, and in a way, you liked it just because of that difference. This definitely won’t be your last time visiting the king.