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Arianne Martell’s life was simply wonderful... there was little else to say. It had always been that way.
What more could she possibly ask for, after all? Born into a loving family that had never denied her anything, very popular at school, back then, with lots of friends who loved her and whom she loved in return, a good job now, and a loving boyfriend. A dream, really.
Who was her boyfriend? Ah, well, the one and only: the tall, dark, and handsome star player of the local football team, Jaehaerys “Jon” Targaryen.
Yes, his nickname was Jon because “what kind of name is Jaehaerys? I need a normal name, I don’t want to be a sideshow attraction.” Honestly, Arianne thought he made a fuss over nothing. It was a beautiful, very melodic name.
And besides, it sounded perfect next to hers. Jaehaerys and Arianne. Yeah, it had a nice ring to it, didn’t it?
Arianne had known Jon for… well, forever, really. He was the half-brother of her cousin Rhaenys, and she had known him since they were both children.
He was a few years younger than her, something that had led her to ignore him at school. After all, girls dated older guys, not the other way around. It was an unwritten rule, and who was Arianne to break the status quo?
But that changed once they had both finished school. Finally out of that hellhole, Arianne had been able to see Jon in his full glory… and she had found him irresistible. One evening, out of nowhere, they had drunk a few too many glasses at a family party, one thing led to another, and they ended up upstairs.
Jon had impressed her that night. Which really said a lot. It wasn’t easy to impress Arianne Martell when it came to “bedroom fun.”
He impressed her so much that she became monogamous. Okay, said like that, Arianne might sound like some kind of loose woman who had a different guy every night. No, that wasn’t the kind of woman she was.
But it was true that she had never had a real relationship, except for a few boyfriend back in high school. And even then, could those really be considered proper relationships when the most they did was go out for ice cream?
There wasn’t any deep reason behind this particular past trait of hers. She simply had never found the right person for a relationship… not until she took things further with Jon, going from seeing him as “her cousin’s little half-brother” to seeing him as an incredibly sexy and loving man.
“Are you aware that that bikini is a couple of sizes too small to properly contain your body?” Jon’s voice made her open her eyes, her lips curving into a smile as she looked at him from behind her sunglasses.
“Is that a complaint, by any chance?” she asked, amused, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow. Everything about her was meticulously cared for.
“No, just an observation… you know I’ll never complain about being able to see your tits in a bikini, despite the effect the sight has on my body.”
“And that’s because you’re a smart boy,” Arianne chuckled. “Besides… you know perfectly well I’m more than happy to take care of the effects I cause in you.”
“I know perfectly well,” he confirmed with an almost cocky smile. “The way you drain me dry every night proves it.”
“Tsk, as if I were the only nymphomaniac in this couple,” Arianne huffed in response. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sad or exhausted from my attentions, Mr. Targaryen.”
“Guilty,” he declared with an unrepentant grin, lying down on the lounge chair next to hers and enjoying the sun on his skin, without yet jumping into the pool in front of them.
It had become routine for the Targaryen and Martell families to get together every weekend during the summer months for a nice swim, with the goal of beating the scorching heat of King’s Landing.
It had been a tradition since they were children. The only thing that had really changed was what they did at these parties: as kids they played ball in the water, now as adults… well, they did much more interesting things. Or at least, Jon and Arianne did… Rhaenys, alas, was single.
“So, have you already found your target, Miss Martell?” Jon’s words once again made her smile.
Ah, he knew her so well. He knew exactly what Arianne would do and what motivated her to do it.
Yes, you read that right, Arianne was looking for a target. The truth is, when I said Arianne had become monogamous… well, I might have lied. Or rather, I might have told only part of the truth.
You see, Arianne had indeed become monogamous, but only when it came to men.
Jon Targaryen was the only man in her life, and he would probably stay that way for a long time. What need did she have to look for anyone else when she already had the perfect man by her side?
Loving, great in bed, and fucking sexy… Jon was the complete package. Even if she had given him permission to bring another man into their bed (which he never would, for obvious reasons), Arianne probably wouldn’t have done it. A second male partner would have paled in comparison to Jon.
But she had brought several “second partners” into their bed since they had been together. They just weren’t men.
Arianne was bisexual, let’s make that clear right away. Most of the women in Arianne’s family were... in the entire Dorne, to be honest.
Her aunt, for example, got along very well with her husband’s second wife, Jon’s mother… perhaps even better than she did with Rhaegar Targaryen himself.
Arianne’s cousin, the aforementioned Rhaenys, had also been the first person Arianne had had a sexual experience with. What happened behind the closed doors of their bedroom at fifteen would stay in that bedroom.
And Arianne’s other cousins, the various daughters of Uncle Oberyn, were notoriously bisexual too. Well, some were outright lesbians, but they were the minority.
Consequently, Arianne had convinced (not that it had really taken much convincing) Jon to let her bring the occasional woman into their bedroom.
Not every night, of course. She wanted it to be only for special occasions, not something that became so routine it lost its magic.
They had had some of her school friends, for example, a few models, colleagues of Arianne’s (yes, of course Arianne was a model, with a body like hers…), and even some of the previously mentioned cousins from Oberyn’s side. All in all, a lot of fun.
But Arianne was always on the hunt for a new possible conquest. It was a way to keep life exciting and unpredictable, just the way she liked it.
Arianne’s eyes turned toward one particular “target” at Jon’s words: a woman sitting alone a few lounge chairs away, wearing a swimsuit that, while slightly more modest than Arianne’s, was still struggling to contain her large breasts.
“Oh yes,” she smiled, the words coming out almost in a whisper. “I think I’ve definitely found her.”
Being a sexy but single woman was harder than it seemed. It came with the feeling of “wasted potential.”
And it was a feeling that, unfortunately, Ashara Dayne knew all too well… especially while watching the rest of her friends enjoy (more or less) the wonders of life in a relationship or marriage.
Ashara’s love life had been a disaster for as long as she could remember. The man of her life, or at least the one she had considered such, had died when Ashara was young, in a car accident.
Even today, Ashara couldn’t help but wonder what her life would have been like if Brandon Stark had survived.
The grief for Brandon had prevented her from truly getting “back on the market,” and had led her, at least according to her best friend Elia, to “waste the best years of her life.”
And so here she was, at 42, lying by the pool, feeling almost like the only one without a partner. Well, except for Rhaenys, but Ashara had no doubt that girl would find a man soon enough.
She was beautiful and intelligent, just as Ashara had been… Gods, what a drag. She couldn’t even think about another girl without slipping back into self-pity.
But, to her credit, there was one couple in particular that only increased her self-pity: Jon and Arianne.
Why? Well… there’s no nice way to say it without making her sound like a jealous and somewhat petty woman, so let’s just get to the point. The two of them reminded her of herself and Brandon.
A sexy Dornish woman with big breasts, a firm ass, and long legs that seemed to go on forever, with a decidedly flirtatious and shameless attitude? Yes, that was exactly how Ashara had been in her day, something she regretted not being able to be 100% anymore.
And Jon… well, Jon was actually quite different from Brandon personality-wise. He was much more loving and affectionate, at least with the rest of the family, than her late ex-boyfriend had been.
But the Northern coloring, the obvious muscles (especially now that he was in swim trunks by the pool), and those eyes that seemed capable of undressing you with a single glance? Oh, that was pure Brandon.
In the end, it shouldn’t be surprising that Jon resembled Brandon. After all… he was his nephew. And from his mother’s side, he had inherited many of the traits that still made Ashara’s panties wet every time she thought of Brandon.
That was why that day by the pool was torture. Ashara was torn between drooling over Jon Targaryen’s muscles and envying Arianne Martell for having what she herself had once possessed… and what cruel fate had taken from her.
She knew it was unfair, of course. Arianne wasn’t at fault. She was a good girl (depending on your point of view), and she didn’t deserve Ashara’s resentment. But Ashara couldn’t really help it.
And then… well, anger wasn’t the only emotion she felt toward Arianne Martell.
Okay, she desired her too, if only a little. We’ve already covered this, most Dornish women are bisexual, and Ashara was no exception.
Just like with Rhaenys and Arianne, Ashara had had her first real sexual experience with another woman… though it hadn’t been anything extraordinary, since they were both inexperienced virgins.
Who was that woman? Well, the same one who was currently moving around the garden, setting up tables for the evening picnic, like the good hostess she was: her best friend, Elia Martell. But that’s another story.
So yes, she desired her a bit. And that only made the situation worse. It was one thing to desire a man and envy his girlfriend… but to desire both of them? To have them so close yet so far at the same time? Oh, it was pure torment.
And speaking of the beautiful Dornish girl, twenty years younger…
Arianne rose from her lounge chair almost regally, as strange as that sounded. Gods, now that she saw her standing, Ashara couldn’t help but notice even more how scandalous the swimsuit she was wearing was… and how much she wanted to take it off.
Since she was mentally drooling over her just as much as she had over Jon moments before, it took Ashara a few seconds too long to realize that Arianne was heading straight toward her, with a little smirk on her face.
She only fully realized it when, with the same grace, Arianne decided to lie down beside her, leaving Jon back where she had come from. Which was strange, since they were usually glued to each other.
“Are you enjoying the party, Ashara?” was how Arianne began, looking at her from behind her fashionable sunglasses. They made her look like she had stepped straight out of a perfume advertisement… which was true, since she had shot a few in the last four years.
Ashara had to bite her tongue to keep from telling the truth. She certainly couldn’t tell Arianne that she and her boyfriend were making the party absolute hell for her.
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” she lied instead, with a sigh. “It’s a bit hot, but bearable. As soon as it becomes unbearable, I suppose I’ll take a nice dip in the pool.”
“Yeah, the sun is really beating down today,” Arianne agreed, nodding. Ashara looked forward toward the water, but she didn’t miss the fact that Arianne’s eyes hadn’t left her for even a second.
A momentary silence fell between them as Ashara tried not to think about why Arianne was sizing her up like that… almost as if she were evaluating her.
From that point of view, Ashara had no fear of others’ judgment. She was proud of her body… it was her personality, her recent embarrassment, and her reticence (which she hadn’t had when she was younger) that made her unhappy.
“Is there a particular reason you decided to sit here, Arianne?” Ashara finally gave in, deciding to break the tension-filled silence that had settled between them.
Or at least, it felt tension-filled. Maybe it was just her desire for the girl next to her making her think that, making her imagine things that weren’t real.
“Yes, actually,” Arianne confirmed with an innocent little smile. Ashara knew her well enough to know it was just an act… she was too similar to her for it not to be.
“I couldn’t help but notice, from where I was sitting earlier, how much your skin is getting red, Ashara,” Arianne said, making her raise an eyebrow. “Like I said, the sun is really strong today. I think it would be better if you put on some more sunscreen… why don’t you come with me? I think Jon could help you apply it. He’s really good at it.”
At first, the words “Thanks for the concern, but it’s not necessary, I already put on plenty of sunscreen” were on the tip of her tongue.
It was true, after all. Ashara was always careful with her skin and made sure to apply enough sunscreen every time.
But then… then Arianne said the magic word: “Jon.” And she was unable to refuse. She never would have been.
“I… alright,” Ashara said, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape at the thought of Jon Targaryen’s hands on her body while he applied the sunscreen.
Gods, she was hopeless.
Arianne was a force of nature, Jon had always known it… ever since they were children.
It was in the way she acted, in her ability to never stop until she got exactly what she wanted.
And that had never changed, from the little girl who demanded the best toys from her father, to the girl who demanded the best clothes, and then from girl to woman.
The only difference was what Arianne went after. And in this case, she was a force of nature when it came to what she was doing right now: seducing a woman.
Well, not just a woman, actually. She had seduced him too, back then. Not that it had taken much.
He had had a crush on Arianne Martell ever since he was a teenager. All it had taken was a slightly drunk Arianne asking him if he wanted to have sex because she was horny, and Jon had been more than happy to oblige.
But when it came to seducing other women? Oh, Jon enjoyed the show. Yes, because it was like watching an artist paint a masterpiece.
Arianne always seemed to know exactly which strings to pull when it came to seduction, knowing precisely where to strike to get the desired result.
And as he watched a slightly flushed Ashara (though it wasn’t easy to tell on her brown Dornish skin) get up with her, Jon knew Arianne had hit the mark again.
He allowed himself a small smile in response. Gods, he had been lucky to impress Arianne Martell.
“Here we are,” Arianne said once they both reached him. She said it casually, as if there had never been any doubt she would succeed.
And there hadn’t been. Arianne was simply too good to fail.
“Hmm… shall we go inside, then?” Ashara asked, her voice slightly trembling… but Jon was experienced enough with women by now to know it wasn’t nervousness or fear making her voice shake. No, it was lust.
“Nope,” Arianne answered, clicking her tongue. “We have nothing to hide, after all… it’s just a bit of sunscreen.”
She said it with obvious sarcasm. All three of them knew, to varying degrees, that applying the sunscreen would only be the beginning.
“Lie down right here, Ash,” Jon told her, using the nickname her friend Elia (he had never thought of her as his stepmother) used for her, patting the lounge chair next to him, the one Arianne had been lying on earlier. “And don’t worry… I’ll take good care of you.”
Swallowing audibly, Ashara followed his order. She lay on her back at first, just as she had been on the other side of the pool.
But there was one small difference from before… her chest was rising and falling much faster. She was no longer calm, not with him so close to her.
With a smile, Jon pressed the bottle, squeezing out a generous amount of sunscreen directly onto his hands.
“Ready?” he asked, looking straight into her eyes. He immediately saw the way those violet eyes, so similar yet so different from his sister’s and aunt’s, darkened until they were almost black. And that was all the answer he needed.
“Good, then.”
Jon started from the bottom, from her feet. He didn’t want to go too fast and risk scaring her… though judging by the reactions she was having, Jon doubted Ashara would run away.
Why the feet? Well, why not? They can burn too if you don’t put on sunscreen. Trust him, Jon knew from experience.
Of course, maybe Jon paid a bit too much attention to them, but from the way Ashara moaned as his thumbs pressed into the soles of her feet (he was basically giving her a massage while applying the cream), she wasn’t going to complain.
Soon, Jon moved higher, from her feet to her ankles, until he reached the first real substantial target: her legs.
Gods, Ashara’s legs were a wonder. Slightly fuller than Arianne’s, who was very slim (as the modeling standard required), Ashara’s were a bit more fleshy. And Jon loved them just as much as he loved Arianne’s.
“O-oh,” a moan escaped Ashara’s lips as Jon’s hands moved upward, from her legs to her thighs… very close to one of the key spots.
“Everything okay, Ash? You sound a little flustered.” His voice came out light, but it wasn’t hard to detect the teasing undertone, a little taunt toward the MILF (at least age-wise, since she wasn’t a mother) squirming beneath him.
“Y-yes,” she stammered as Jon brought his fingers and the sunscreen to the inside of her thigh, right next to the crease where her thigh met her groin, brushing against the bottom of her bikini. “Everything… fine.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear it,” Jon chuckled. “I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable… or frustrated.”
He added the last part in a low voice, winking at her. He knew exactly what he was doing, of course.
He was frustrating her, building up her lust without giving her the satisfaction she needed. And soon… soon that lust would explode, and Jon and Arianne would enjoy the explosion.
Soon, Ashara’s stomach followed her legs, also covered in white cream… the decent kind, not the indecent kind, obviously.
Her stomach, unlike her legs, didn’t have an ounce of fat. It was slim and smooth, and Jon greatly enjoyed the chance to touch it, almost as much as he had enjoyed touching the inside of her thigh.
It was also the area where the sun had hit her the most, and perhaps the only spot that truly needed what Jon was doing. Or rather, what Jon was pretending to do.
“Don’t forget the back, Jon,” Arianne reminded him as Jon’s hands continued their upward journey, now reaching her breasts. “You have to be very… thorough.”
“You know perfectly well how thorough I can be, Ari,” Jon said, turning toward her and winking. The way Arianne bit her lip in response, giving him a heated look, was very satisfying.
“Forgive my inappropriateness, but it’s important that your breasts don’t burn either, don’t you think?” Jon whispered, leaning forward until he was just a few inches from Ashara.
“You won’t get any resistance from me,” Ashara whispered back, pushing her chest out further, bringing her magnificent tits closer to him.
“Hmm, just as I imagined,” Jon chuckled. “You know, ever since I was a kid, these breasts have stayed imprinted in my mind… they’re really wonderful, aren’t they, Ari?”
“You always have good taste, Jon,” his girlfriend nodded, getting up from beside him and instead moving toward Ashara, kneeling on the grass near her face. “Tell me, Ashara, do you want to keep having sunscreen applied while we pretend this is only to make sure your beautiful skin doesn’t burn… or do you want to see how Dornish people really have fun?”
“I know better than you how Dornish people have fun, princess,” Ashara retorted, her eyes slightly narrowed, using the term “princess” sarcastically. Arianne laughed in response.
“That doesn’t answer my question, Ashara,” she pointed out. “Do you want to have some fun, or do you want to keep playing the frustrated MILF who can’t find a partner?”
“That’s… disturbingly accurate as a description… have you been investigating my love life, Arianne?” Ashara asked, her mouth slightly open. Of course, it could also have been because Jon had stopped pretending to apply sunscreen and was now touching her breasts over her swimsuit.
“Obviously,” Arianne said shamelessly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. “I do things properly. So… are you in, Ashara?”
And the woman from Starfall’s answer came quickly:
“Yes… I’m in.”
Arianne had a slight exhibitionist streak. Okay, maybe more than slight.
It was proven by the fact that watching Jon tease Ashara so directly, in public, where any member of the family could see them, had turned her on in an unparalleled way.
Especially when she saw Rhaenys watching them from the other side of the pool, eyes wide and one eyebrow raised that said: “Are you serious?”
Arianne simply gave her an unrepentant smile and a wink, as if to say “enjoy the show.” And what a show it was.
Arianne could almost have been jealous of the two of them, if she hadn’t been so fucking horny.
They looked so good together in that moment. It was something straight out of a porno made specifically for Arianne.
Jon’s younger, muscular body tensing as he leaned forward, reaching all the necessary spots to apply the cream. It was an incredibly erotic sight, and Arianne found herself, against her will, rubbing her thighs together, trying to calm the heat building inside her. A useless battle, of course.
Initially, the plan had been to take things slow. As Arianne herself had told Jon, after the front, Ashara would have to turn over so Jon could take care of her back… and her ass. Not that she would have said it explicitly to Ashara.
But, like all plans, Arianne’s didn’t fully survive contact with real life.
Seeing the two of them together had turned her on so much that Arianne found herself unable to let things drag on too long. So she decided to cut to the chase and asked Ashara straight away if she wanted to do something more.
She had no doubt what the older woman’s answer would be. She could smell her arousal from where she was sitting.
Though it could just as easily have been her own, to be completely honest.
Before leaving the pool area and heading back inside the house with Jon and Ashara, Arianne made sure to wink at Rhaenys again, making her shake her head in almost exasperated disbelief.
Tsk, as if Rhaenys wouldn’t have done the exact same thing in her place. Her cousin liked to play the innocent, but Arianne knew her better than anyone.
Anyway, as she finally went back inside the house, following Jon and Ashara, Arianne’s thoughts were no longer on her cousin.
They were more focused on the two asses in front of her. Honestly, Arianne didn’t know which was better: Jon’s muscular one, the result of all his training, or Ashara’s big, juicy one that seemed to beg for a spanking.
She wouldn’t have to choose, of course… why choose when you could enjoy both without fear?
Up until that moment, Jon and Arianne had been leading the dance, while Ashara had been more passive and submissive. But when the door to Jon’s room closed behind Arianne, who had been the last to enter, it was as if Ashara had taken off a mask and suddenly changed faces.
Gone was the passive woman trying to rein in her arousal… in her place was a lustful and determined woman. For Arianne, it was like looking in a mirror, into the older woman’s eyes.
And how did she show it, you ask? Well, by throwing herself into Jon’s arms and kissing him with unmatched hunger, as if her very life depended on it. Gods, it was hot.
Jon’s right arm instinctively wrapped around her waist, while Ashara’s left hand rested on the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss—which, judging by the passion, involved a lot of tongue.
It lasted almost a minute, but for Arianne it felt like both a second and an hour at the same time. It was magnificent… simply magnificent.
When she pulled away and looked at her, Arianne thought Ashara was going to say something. Maybe a thank you for letting her enjoy her boyfriend? A request about what to do after the kiss? Or perhaps a witty comment?
Well, whatever Arianne had guessed, she was very wrong. Because Ashara Dayne managed to surprise her… and not many people were capable of that.
Just as she had done with Jon, Ashara lunged forward toward her. And, just as she had done with Jon, she kissed her passionately.
Ashara’s lips swallowed her gasp of surprise at the sudden move. Of course, she knew there was a chance Ashara was bisexual (if in doubt, reread: 90% of Dornish women are bisexual), but she hadn’t expected her to show it like this, trying to devour her face.
Not that Arianne was complaining, oh no. Long live bisexuality and long live Dorne… she was very proud to possess both traits.
Just like the kiss Jon and Ashara had shared, the one Arianne shared with the MILF from Starfall also lasted about a minute. Well, maybe. It wasn’t like Arianne was very capable of keeping track of time while melting into that completely indecent embrace.
“Gods, you two are deities descended to earth, you know that?” Jon’s almost reverent tone broke the bubble that had formed between them, making them pull apart and chuckle.
“It’s the power of Dornish women,” Arianne replied, licking her lips and still tasting a bit of Ashara’s before turning back to her. “So, as our guest, it’s only right that you choose what to do next.”
“I… honestly I don’t care what we do, but my pussy has been on fire ever since you showed up at the pool, so… put out the fire, please,” Ashara replied, her voice full of lust. It was the kind of tone Arianne loved more than anything.
“My, my, if I had known you wanted us this badly, I would have invited you into our bed a long time ago,” Arianne said amusedly, before nodding at Jon. “Go on, darling, you heard the lady.”
“Do you want me to go big right away or is it better to start small?” he asked her, raising an eyebrow. The fact that he asked for instructions warmed her heart, because it made her understand that what Jon wanted most was for *her* to enjoy the experience. Oh, Arianne had been so lucky to find a boyfriend like him.
“I think it’s better to save the real fun for the end, Jon,” she answered his question, clearly referring to actual penetrative sex. “But I also think our Ashara here deserves to remember what it feels like to receive pleasure from something other than her own fingers.”
“Hey, I’m not that repressed,” Ashara tried to protest. Arianne simply raised an eyebrow in her direction.
“When was the last time you had sex with someone?” she asked, making her pout. Silence followed her question. “Yeah, just as I thought… well, don’t worry, your young adopted nephew and niece will take care of you. Get ready to experience the wonders of Jon Targaryen’s tongue.”
Ashara could say many things about Arianne Martell, most of them flattering, and find just a few flaws… but being a liar was certainly not one of them.
Yes, because Arianne wasn’t lying: Jon’s tongue was wonderful.
In all honesty, the best oral sex experiences she had ever received had come from women. Most men… well, they licked pussy only when they were looking for something in return, as if it were some kind of transaction.
Even Brandon had been like that, with little interest in putting his mouth down there unless it was in exchange for a blowjob.
Women, on the other hand, were much more capable of understanding the wonder of cunnilingus. Of course, maybe the fact that the only way to give each other pleasure without using toys was that contributed to women’s appreciation for oral sex.
That was why having Jon lick her pussy was so satisfying. Not only was he good, but it was clear he didn’t want anything in return. After all, all three of them knew they would end up with Jon’s cock inside her. There was no need to lick her to get something he would get anyway.
And so, the simple fact that he did it anyway gave her as much pleasure as the tongue itself.
“Should I ask if you’re having fun, Ashara?” Arianne’s voice had its classic teasing tone. Ashara would have liked to have a witty reply, but at that moment her mind was a bit overloaded to manage it.
“You know, Ash, our Jon here has always had a little crush on you,” the younger girl continued, undeterred by her lack of response. Not that it was necessary anymore… it was just for the love of the game.
It was as if Ashara was being attacked from two sides at once: the physical one, tied to Jon’s tongue, and the… psychological one, thanks to Arianne’s words, who seemed, just as she had from the beginning, to know exactly which buttons to press, which strings to pull, and which words to say to make her surrender completely.
Needless to say, her defense was leakier than Jon’s football team’s… don’t tell him she said that, though. It was one of his few sore spots.
“When he told me, I got mad, you know?” Arianne continued, with a little smirk. “But not because he had a crush on you, no… but because he hadn’t told me sooner.”
A moan escaped Ashara’s mouth at her words, her pussy clenching around nothing while Jon continued to lick her.
“Imagine how much fun we could have had in the past if we had known all three of us desired each other, huh? I wouldn’t have had to convince model friends if we could have had Ashara Dayne in our bed.”
And imagine she did. All those years of having to listen to Elia talk about how happy and fulfilling her sex life was (and she was happy for her, mind you) with Rhaegar and Lyanna could have been much easier to bear if she herself had had two sexy partners giving her pleasure at night.
It was wrong, of course, she knew that. Jon and Arianne were so young that their ages combined equaled hers.
It wasn’t right for a 42-year-old woman to have a relationship with a 20-year-old boy and a 22-year-old girl.
Gods, she was hopeless. She hadn’t even properly gone to bed with them yet, and she was already imagining a secret relationship with the two of them?
To her credit, though, Arianne’s words could only have that effect on her and make her imagine something like that. If Arianne said “imagine”… well, could she really be blamed for imagining?
And let’s be honest… Ashara had had to give up many things in life. Far too many, to tell the truth. And none of them had been her choice.
She had lost people she cared about, had seen others be happy, and had had to do her best to smile and show happiness for them, even though the feeling that reigned inside her most of the time was pure unhappiness.
And so, for once, Ashara decided to stop caring about norms and customs. It was time to stop being the responsible, unhappy adult woman.
No, at least for one night she would allow herself to be like she had been when she was young: reckless, fearless, nonconformist… and happy. Yes, especially that last part. She deserved a bit of happiness too, even if it came from surprising sources.
And it was on that thought that Ashara decided to let herself go completely. It was just as she had imagined with Jon, in the end: all the excitement they had slowly built up inside her with their teasing suddenly poured out.
It was like a dam holding back a raging river. Once she lowered her wall, the water showed all its terrifying power, bursting forth violently now that Ashara had stopped holding it back.
The orgasm was liberating, like an acceptance of herself and what she deserved. Something almost mystical, in a way.
And so Ashara Dayne came hard on Jon Targaryen’s skilled tongue, probably covering his face with her juices.
And after she did, in front of Arianne Martell’s proud little smirk, Ashara felt no shame, no regret… no, she felt only happiness.
She was finally the Ashara Dayne she had always wanted to be. And that made her happy.
Jon was addicted to making women come. There was something so exciting about seeing a woman’s face in the throes of orgasm, seeing their lips part, their eyes glaze over, and the muscles of their thighs tense as their pussies released their wonderful nectar.
That was why Jon loved giving women oral, especially Arianne, but not only her. Yes, because when he did it, he was in the perfect position to look his lover in the eyes, to see everything he was causing in her.
And it boosted his ego. Knowing it was all thanks to him, that *he* had caused that almost mystical experience for the woman with him, was simply incredible.
And Ashara’s case was no different. In fact, it was perhaps slightly better than usual for a woman who wasn’t Arianne Martell.
Yes, because as much as he had enjoyed sharing the bed with Arianne’s friends or her cousins, there hadn’t really been any emotional attachment with them. He had fun and that was it.
But with Ashara, as mentioned, there was also the small fact that she had been his teenage crush. It wasn’t that Jon had ever thought he would find himself in a situation like this; it had just been an “impossible dream” that 16-year-old Jon had entertained.
His stepmother’s best friend, who had always been affectionate with him when he was little, and who had unknowingly been the protagonist of his sexual awakening.
So, yeah, I think you understand why for Jon, even though he would never say it out loud (Obara and Nymeria were vindictive types, mind you), having Ashara in his and Arianne’s bed was on another level.
And the same went for having her, as they were in that moment, on her knees in front of him to “return the favor.” His life was truly fantastic.
“Hmm, you have such a big cock, Jon,” Ashara commented, almost purring as she momentarily caught her breath before diving back onto his cock, showing her incredible ability to take it.
Only one woman had managed to take it all the way into her mouth, from the first to the last inch, without needing practice… and that woman was currently beside Ashara, sucking his balls with all due delicacy.
“It is, you’re right,” Arianne confirmed, looking at him rather than at Ashara as she said it. “It was precisely this big cock that convinced me he was boyfriend material, you know?”
“I thought it was my incredible personality, not the size of my cock,” Jon interjected at that point, with a fake pout that made Arianne chuckle.
“Oh, don’t worry, I adore your personality… but at the end of the day, I can’t lie and say that what I like most about you isn’t this big cock… and the way it fills me.”
“You’re such a nymphomaniac, you know that, right?” he asked her good-naturedly, looking at her with a loving gaze while the sound of Ashara’s saliva leaving her mouth as she kept her nose firmly against his groin echoed in the room.
“Tsk, look who’s talking,” Arianne retorted, sniffing haughtily. “I’ve never heard you complain about my insatiability in the bedroom, Mr. Targaryen.”
“And you never will today either,” Jon confirmed with a groan as Ashara began to hum around his cock, increasing the wonderful stimulation even further if possible. “I love having a nympho girlfriend like you.”
“As it should be… now stop being passive and fuck Ashara’s mouth the way you’re going to fuck her pussy soon, okay?”
“Hmm?” Ashara asked around his cock, caught off guard by Arianne’s words and the sudden change of subject.
“You know I can’t refuse you, my love,” Jon sighed, as if it really cost him effort to fulfill Arianne’s wish. “Do you think you’re up to the challenge, Ash?”
And those, as expected, were the magic words. Ashara had always been a proud woman, and above all not stupid… in that seemingly light question, the MILF from Starfall recognized the challenge and did not back down.
“Give me your worst,” she challenged him back, making him laugh. His worst, from that point of view, was also his best… for all of them.
As he moved his hips forward, not too fast, but enough to feel like he was fucking a pussy rather than a mouth.
And to her credit, Ashara took it like a champion. Once again, at the risk of sounding repetitive, Jon found himself noting how Ashara outperformed every single woman who had previously shared their bed.
She was an absolute bombshell in every way, and both of them were going to enjoy her a lot.
Jon’s balls bounced up and down as he thrust his hips forward, occasionally bouncing against Ashara’s chin. The sound (a loud “THUMP”) was both hilarious and arousing at the same time.
And then, to the already arousing situation, Arianne added herself, pushing Ashara forward from behind with her hands on her head, making her meet his thrusts.
“Yes, Jon, show her what you’re made of,” she urged him, making him snort softly. As if he really needed to prove anything… Ashara had been drooling for him long before she could even get a look at his cock. He had already conquered her.
But still, he wasn’t going to refuse to please Arianne. Not when doing so resulted in such a pleasurable experience.
When his orgasm approached, Jon didn’t try to fight it. What better way to show her “what he was made of,” as Arianne had said, than by making her taste his cum?
When he came, he was so deep in Ashara’s mouth that he basically came straight into her stomach, without even giving her the chance to taste it slowly.
And damn if it wasn’t hot. For once it was really nice to be a bit meaner… and judging by the moan Ashara let out, she was more than happy that he had done it.
And now, it was time to fuck Ashara Dayne.
There was nothing Arianne preferred in this life more than what she was doing at that moment: sitting on Jon’s face, letting him lick her pussy, while a sexy woman bounced on his cock in front of them.
Getting Jon hard again wasn’t difficult. It was enough to let Ashara remove the top part of her bikini, which had stayed on unlike the bottom, and for Arianne herself to undress.
It was another of Jon’s qualities that Arianne loved madly: his ability to get hard again quickly, even giving her three orgasms in a single evening.
This was true for “normal” nights (which had nothing normal about them), let alone for “special occasions” like the one they were living right now.
“Shit, ah… yes.” The moans and curses escaping from the usually polite and composed Ashara Dayne were music to Arianne’s ears.
The fact that it was Jon’s cock causing that reaction filled her with pride because, strangely, Arianne saw it transitively: Arianne had given Jon “permission” to fuck Ashara, Jon’s cock was giving Ashara pleasure, so it was as if Ashara’s pleasure depended on her.
Yes, it was quite insane, but as long as that thought did its job (that is, made her pussy wet and brought her close to orgasm even though Jon had only just started licking her), Arianne wasn’t going to complain.
“This is the effect of a cock like Jon’s,” Arianne chuckled, unable to resist the temptation to brag a little about how well-endowed and skilled her boyfriend was.
And Ashara, of course, could only agree with her. With her experience, she knew better than anyone how superior a well-endowed and skilled man could be, just like Jon.
“Fuck, yes,” she confirmed, her eyes rolling toward the ceiling of the room in pleasure.
“If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you try it again,” Arianne said in a teasing tone. She didn’t miss the irony of telling a woman twenty years older than her to be a “good girl.”
“You don’t even know… what it means… to be a good girl,” Ashara replied between moans and panting, breathless gasps. From that point of view, Arianne really couldn’t blame her.
“And do you?” she asked, shifting her ass slightly on Jon’s face, trying to get into a more comfortable position and trying not to suffocate him. “You’re Dornish like me, and you were young too… I doubt you can be called a saint.”
“The fact that I’m doing a threesome with my best friend’s stepson and niece should answer that question, don’t you think?” Ashara asked rhetorically once again.
Arianne couldn’t help but laugh at the observation, because obviously Ashara was right. All three of them were far from being saints… the gods would forgive them for this. Or maybe not, it didn’t matter much. If they ended up in hell, at least they would have lived a life worth living.
“It does, yes,” Arianne confirmed, before letting herself go this time with a moan as Jon’s tongue started a different, much more devastating rhythm.
“Looks like this time you are the one in trouble, Arianne,” Ashara commented, allowing herself a little laugh very similar to the one that had characterized Arianne until then. “What’s wrong? Is your boyfriend’s tongue too much for you? Are you already about to come?”
“As if… you could talk,” Arianne managed to say, her right hand moving backward, searching for Jon’s head to push him to lick her even harder.
She needed to come so badly. All the visual stimulation from earlier had made her as horny as Ashara had been when she had practically begged him to do anything to “put out the fire in her pussy.”
“I suppose then we’re both incapable of resisting Jon Targaryen’s tongue and cock,” Ashara summarized, closing her eyes, her expression full of bliss. “On that note… I’m close, fuck… I’m so close.”
“Let’s come… together… then,” Arianne said, feeling almost drunk as she spoke. But this time it wasn’t from alcohol, like the first time she had gone to bed with Jon… no, it was from pleasure.
“Together,” Ashara agreed, her eyes now closed for good, her fingers clawing at the sheets while her thighs continued to move almost automatically up and down, impaling herself on Jon’s cock. “On three?”
“Yes… one,” Arianne began to count, doing her best not to come before the word “three” was spoken.
“Two,” Ashara joined in, starting to bounce wildly and making Jon moan into her pussy too. And considering his body was pressed right against her mouth, the fact that the moan was still more or less audible was a sign that Jon was as close as they were.
“Three,” the final number of their countdown to orgasm was said by both in unison. And it was like the countdown for launching a rocket into space… or, to stay more on theme, for the explosion of a bomb.
Yes, because when the word “three” left their mouths, an explosion is exactly what happened. Only there were no casualties, just pure pleasure.
All three came, with Jon, unsurprisingly, joining their simultaneous orgasm. Ashara’s pussy clenched around Jon’s pulsing cock, which in turn filled her pussy with his seed.
All of this, of course, while Arianne came on his face, as she had done countless times over the almost year of their relationship… and no matter how many times she did it, it continued to be incredible.
Between them, silence fell once the orgasm had subsided, a silence broken only by their panting breaths as they tried to catch the breath the intense pleasure had stolen from them.
Ashara was the first to speak, giving voice to what all three were thinking:
“So… when are we doing this again?”