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Jon Snow had it all.
He’d just won the Young Player of the Year award and was already being tipped for the Ballon d’Or as well, depending on his performance in the forthcoming World Cup. His high-profile move from Winterfell to Braavos had paid off dividends, with Jon scoring 16 goals and providing 20 assists in his debut season in Serie A, despite only joining in the January transfer window.
He’d done it the hard way, too.
Jon Snow was the bastard son of the great Rhaegar Targaryen, fathered on Lyanna Stark 23 years previously. His father had just become the starting defensive midfielder, the same position Jon now played, for White Harbor United, who had been splashing the cash and assembling a team capable of winning the league.
There had been quite a scandal when his secret relationship with his teenage mother had been discovered, but Rhaegar had somehow emerged unscathed and had gone on to become a club legend, winning everything there was to win in the sport, save for international honours with Westeros.
He had paid basic child support and little else, and had gone on to become one of the greatest football players of all time. A bitter point for his mother, Jon knew. But Lyanna Stark’s commitment and devotion to her son could not be questioned. Since the moment he had first kicked a ball, she had taken him to football practice and stood on the sidelines as he trained or played in weekend games, slowly catching the eye of scouts.
It had been her father who had eventually signed the young Jon to a professional contract. Rickard Stark had ruled Winterfell as chairman-manager for nearly 25 years, with some early success, and he liked the idea of his grandson bringing back the glory days.
And in his own way, Jon did just that.
He had played for his grandfather for four seasons, scoring nearly 80 goals and providing over 100 assists from a nominal deep-lying midfield position; Jon was seen as a complete footballer with an undefined, roaming role in the middle of the pitch, able to run or dribble with and pass the ball, defend, press, and score goals.
He caught the eye of the big clubs in the Champions League when he single-handedly destroyed Sunspear Athletic, leading his team as captain to three successive Champions League titles in only four years, winning the Westerosi Premiership every year he played for his grandfather.
The move to Braavos had been worked on by his mother, who worked as his manager and personal assistant, and his aunt Catelyn, who was his agent. After bitter and protracted negotiations, Jon was sold by Rickard Stark to Braavos FC for 117 million golden dragons, a world record for a Westerosi player.
And his new team had deep and far-ranging ambitions; they had also signed the veteran Dornish striker, Oberyn Martell, and his nephew, the talented defender Trystane Martell. The team had a solid core of good to great players. And they played in the most famous football stadium in the whole world, the island arena that was known as The Colosseum for its reputation as a fortress.
Jon knew it was the perfect place for him to show what he could do, and finally escape from his father’s shadow. And he was already making strides; he only needed to win the Champions League once more to equal Rhaegar’s record, and the Westeros team he had been part of since he was 18 was far better than any international team his father had played in.
“Are you listening to me, Jon?” He heard his mother ask, and he turned his gaze to her as the yacht floated and the waves rocked the boat slightly. His eyes drank in the sight of her luscious curves, barely hidden by the thin white sarong Lyanna had drawn around her. “I said I have a surprise for you.”
Jon’s interest was piqued at that. The last time she had said those words in that tone, she had introduced him to Asha Greyjoy at a party, and he had spent his night being sucked and fucked silly by the Ironborn woman.
“Who is it this time, mom?” Jon groaned as he stood and crossed to her, sitting on the opposite side of the room. His hand immediately went to her breast, cupping the sizeable mound as Lyanna gasped in surprise and arousal.
They were in the middle of nowhere, and Jon was relishing the chance to have his mother in the fashion he desired. No secrecy or duplicity, as they had to exercise back in the city. No subtlety or sneaking around; here on the open ocean, they were free.
She leaned on her tiptoes and pulled his lips to her own in a slow kiss that only grew deeper with each passing second. His hand crept behind her white thong, finding her wet and waiting for his fingers. She only grew wetter when his fingers crooked, and a loud moan left her lips as his fingertips began grazing over her G spot.
His mother gasped again as he ruthlessly finger fucked her into a roaring orgasm, her walls trembling and caressing his exploring fingers as she came.
“It’s Myrcella Baratheon.” Lyanna eventually told him in a husky voice when she opened her eyes. His fingers slipped from her as he leered down at her, a wild smile growing over his lips. “She’s waiting for you down in the bar. She’s rather overdressed.”
“Has she signed the NDA?” Jon asked as he nipped at his mother’s lips.
“Yes, I explained everything after she did.” Lyanna moaned against him as her hand found him hard and heavy beneath his shorts.
“Then come enjoy her with me.”
As he led his mother down the stairs below decks, he felt himself growing harder from sheer anticipation. Myrcella Baratheon was one of the world’s most famous directors, a gorgeous girl he himself had fancied for years, since she had broken onto the Hollywood scene with a horror film financed by her mother’s family.
Despite claims that she was a ‘nepo baby’, Myrcella had soon established herself as a versatile director and a talented writer, using her own good looks to help market her movies to a diverse audience. She was a proven winner and had directed one of his own favourite movies, a historical epic set around the ancient Long Night, which he had watched for the first time a few nights before winning his third Champions League cup with his grandfather’s team.
He saw her golden hair first. She was sitting facing away from them, a glass of champagne in her hands. She turned as they entered the room, and Jon sucked in a deep breath at the sight of her face; her plump red lips looked so inviting he nearly dropped his shorts and jumped at the woman there and then.
“Hello, Myrcella. I’m a big fan.” Jon smiled at her as he took a seat at her side. Myrcella smiled and reached a hand out to rest on his shoulder.
“Same. You earned me a lot of money from my uncle Renly when you scored the winner against Pentos City.” Myrcella smoothly replied, her smile never leaving her lips, her hand still resting on his firm shoulder. “My friends call me ‘Cella”
He watched his mother take a seat on the opposite side of the girl, and not for the first time did he begin to try and make sense of his good fortune in life.
“You wouldn’t object if she joined us, would you, Cella?” Jon murmured as he took Myrcella’s pale hand from his shoulder, bringing it down to rest on his crotch. He felt the usual gratification and pride when her emerald eyes widened at the feel of his immense cock beneath his shorts.
“I must admit I was a little shocked when she explained things to me, but no, I don’t object at all. You’re a gorgeous woman.” Myrcella said as she turned to Lyanna, leaving her hand resting on his cock in his shorts. He watched in wonder as his mother leaned in and pressed her lips against Myrcella’s.
“Good girl,” Lyanna murmured against her lips, and Jon watched as his mother’s tongue flicked out to taste Myrcella’s own, both women groaning as they tasted each other. His own eyes widened as he got a flash of Myrcella’s long fishnet stocking-clad legs and her plump and pert arse as her dress flapped to the side as she shifted to rest in his mother’s lap. Lyanna began trailing kisses down Myrcella’s neck, nipping and biting every few centimetres and marking her pale skin. “He isn’t kidding, by the way; he is a huge fan of yours.”
Myrcella’s grip on his cock tightened, and his cock stiffened further when he reached a hand out to run his fingers against the silk of her dress, pressing his finger tips against her ribs and running up and down. Myrcella shrugged out of the white dress she was wearing and revealed a glorious sight to him.
She was wearing a white corset beneath the dress, bright and making her look strangely innocent even as she made out with his mother beside him. Her breasts looked small, but he didn’t mind that at all, and he admired how the corset pushed them up regardless. Her waist was sinfully thin; he could likely touch both sets of fingers together if her gripped her round it.
But beneath that waist her hips flared out impossibly wide, giving her a true hourglass-shaped figure, with a large arse and long, thick-thighed legs flowing down. Her white panties drew his eye, a design from the Reach that he loved.
Her golden hair and emerald eyes only added to her beauty. He longed to grip his fingers in her long blonde hair; he would take delight in pulling it later.
Myrcella and his mother broke apart, and Lyanna beckoned him closer with her hand. Myrcella slipped off his mother and knelt on the floor, with wickedness surely on her mind as his cock swelled as he stood before the two women.
“Show her,” Lyanna demanded of him, and he immediately obeyed, pulling and shrugging his shorts down his muscular legs. His cock swayed slightly as he stood completely naked, save for the sandals he kicked off into the corner of the room.
His heart swelled in pride as Myrcella’s eyes widened once again as she took in the sight of his thick and long cock. Jon had always known he was larger than most men; his mother had once told him he was much bigger than his own father, and this always pleased him on a deep and primal level, a feeling of pride that he didn’t fully understand.
Myrcella made to move towards him on her hands and knees, but Lyanna reached him first. Her small hand curled around the base of his cock, and he shivered as she began running her hand up and down his length, bringing him to full devastating hardness with a skill that spoke to their years together.
She never failed him.
“Come here, Cella, I want to watch you taste him,” His mother demanded even as she pumped her hand on the head of his cock, her fingers gripping the sensitive slice of skin that formed his stretched foreskin. Jon began to see stars and had to shrug away from her touch, unless he wanted to spill early and embarrass himself. “Take him in your mouth.”
Myrcella obeyed immediately, and Jon’s eyes never left her emerald ones as she kissed her way from base to tip. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked him into her mouth, making him gasp. The gentle pressure she was applying drove him mad, and he snapped his hips forward, seeking to bury his cock as deep inside her as he could.
Myrcella’s reaction was immediate: a loud retching gag erupted around his cock. Warm air and wet spit flowed around his girth as she gagged and spluttered. Jon gasped aloud as he briefly felt how tight her throat was, and he groaned in disappointment when her mouth left his cock with a wet pop.
“Be careful, Jon,” Lyanna admonished, but there was no heat in it. “Here, kitten, let me show you how to please him.”
Jon tried to brace himself for it, but Lyanna moved so quickly he didn’t get a chance to breathe until his cock was buried deep in his mother’s throat. He groaned aloud as his hand crashed against the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly and trying to push her even deeper. His mother dragged her lips up his cock until she had the tip of his cock resting on her tongue. Myrcella watched in interest as Lyanna began swirling and twirling her tongue around the head of his cock, making his grip on her hair tighten even further.
He watched in a state of awe as Lyanna took him to the root once again, before his mother kissed her way down his cock to his heavy balls. Myrcella took the opportunity to replace her, and he shivered as she swept her small pink tongue over the slit on the very tip of his cock. Trails of electric pleasure were left wherever her wet tongue touched him, and he felt his balls tighten.
“Look at us,” He heard his mother demand, but he shook his head.
“If I look down I’ll cum.” He warned, but his mother was insistent; he felt her lips enclose around one of his heavy balls in a deep suck, just as Myrcella bravely attempted to take him deeper in her mouth. The sight made him swell even harder. “I warned you!”
The first blast of his cum splashed against Myrcella’s pretty pink lips, then another hit her square on the forehead before his mother’s mouth enclosed around him, taking the third spurt of his cum straight down her throat before she sucked the last drops from his tip.
He watched in detached arousal as Myrcella licked her lips clean, then he snapped back to reality when the Baratheon girl kissed his mother deeply, sharing his seed when it flowed from her mouth. Both women groaned as Lyanna’s hands slipped into Myrcella’s panties, and soon the familiar scent of female arousal wafted towards him as his mother worked her hand between her thighs.
“Eat her out,” Jon demanded. The women rushed to reposition themselves, Myrcella sitting on the white leather couch, his mother between her legs. He watched as Lyanna tugged Myrcella’s knickers down her legs, his cock already throbbing again in anticipation as he lifted his mother’s sarong and pulled her own thong down.
He was pressing the head of his cock against her slit within seconds; he leaned his weight forward and felt the tight bliss as her pussy lips parted to take him inside her, then he lost himself in the sensation of her tight walls caressing his length.
He nearly collapsed forward against her, but he caught himself just in time. Lyanna merely turned her head and caught him in a deep kiss over her shoulder before she pushed his head away, and she lowered her head into Myrcella’s crotch.
His mother was jerking beneath him, clenching her thighs to make herself even tighter, seeking more friction that he was determined to provide. He drove his hips backwards before snapping them back, sheathing his entire length inside her and making her howl into Myrcella’s cunt.
His hand tangled in Lyanna’s hair and he pushed her forward into Myrcella. The Baratheon girl was already panting at his mother’s touch, but he must have pushed her mouth onto her clit, for a scream left Myrcella.
“More! Don’t stop!” Myrcella begged, and Jon watched in a state of amusement and overwhelming arousal as Lyanna devoted her attention to Myrcella’s clit, and he reached his hand around her head to press his thumb inside Myrcella’s cunt. Her tightness was obvious; then he felt the devastating ripple of her walls as she came from his mother’s attention. He couldn’t wait to push his cock inside this girl. His mother must have been drawing her pleasure out, for Myrcella grew incoherent and her legs began trembling, her body arching into the sofa. “Please, Jon, Lyanna, more!”
“She’s ready for you, love,” He heard from his mother, though the words were smothered by Myrcella’s flesh as Lyanna’s head dropped a fraction so she could spear her tongue into Myrcella. He crashed his hand against Lyanna’s arse and watched in delight as the flesh rippled from the contact, and he slapped again when she demanded it over her shoulder. He gave her one last savage thrust, then dragged his cock from her and hobbled forward on his knees, moving around his mother to get a better view of the Baratheon woman.
Her cunt was a work of art. Small and pink, completely bare of all hair, and with gentle lips forming a delightful slit. She was already dripping wet, both from her own arousal and his mother’s attention, so he wasted no time before he directed his cock between her lips.
He nearly came undone there and then as she was so hot and tight around him. Her cunt squeezed his cock like an angry fist, like it never wanted to let go, and Myrcella’s hands found his chin as she gasped.
He leaned forward to capture Myrcella in a deep kiss, the first time he had done that, and she responded with a desperate roll of her hips beneath him, his cock inching deeper into her as she moaned against his mouth.
He suddenly pulled all the way out, his glistening cock shining with her arousal before plunging straight back into her and making her scream.
“Oh, God, why is your stupid cock so fucking big?” Myrcella moaned, but her legs tightened around his waist nonetheless and drove him even deeper. “I can feel you in my stomach!”
He always felt good when women complimented him on his size, and this was no different as he set a frenzied pace, his hips snapping against Myrcella’s thighs as he fucked her like a demon. His hands gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock, before her walls began spasming around his invasion.
He felt deep satisfaction as she screamed her way through her orgasm. It was almost enough to make him cum himself, but he used his iron will to fight the urge off before he pulled his cock out of her and turned to his mother.
“Taste her again. Suck my cock.”
Lyanna immediately obeyed, and his cock was soon being bathed in her spit as she dribbled a long stream from her lips. Then her tongue was on him, licking a broad stripe from tip to base, tasting the Baratheon girl and herself, before her head rose and her mouth enclosed around his cockhead. The hard sucking pressure she delivered to his cock, and the swipe of her tongue on the sensitive flesh beneath was almost too much for him, but he slammed his hips forward and shoved his cock deep into her mouth.
Her grey eyes sought his, and they locked together, intense emotion passing between them as Lyanna’s throat rippled around him as she gagged. There was lust, surely, but there was much more than that. He craved these moments with her, when it was more than flesh meeting flesh; when there was something deeper about their connection. Lyanna came up for air and turned him until his cock was slipping back inside Myrcella.
“You’re so fucking tight, ‘Cella,” Jon complimented her, and her skin flushed an even deeper red as she gasped as his cock claimed her once more. “Such a good little kitten for us.”
“Don’t… Don’t call me that,” Myrcella warned, but she was soon screaming his name again as he resumed fucking her at a relentless pace. He called on all of his experience and stamina to focus on pleasing the flesh in front of him, and he was clearly of the same mind as his mother, for before his fingers could reach Myrcella’s clit, her mouth started sucking and slurping.
The effect on Myrcella was immediate; her cunt clamped down around him as a strangled cry left her lips that might have been her trying to say both their names at the same time. Jon felt his own orgasm rising from his tight balls.
“Where do you want me to cum?” He asked Myrcella.
“On my tits. And I want your mother to lick me clean afterwards.”
Jon gave her one final punishingly deep thrust before he reached forward and tugged Myrcella’s corset down her body, exposing the pale small globes of her breasts. Jon had to pull out as soon as he was able, because her breasts were so beautiful the sight of them nearly made him cum deep inside her as his cock throbbed within her.
He came with a roar when his mother’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, teasing his balls with her fingernails. A thick rope of his cum erupted from the tip and splashed into Myrcella’s cleavage, then a second landed directly on her left breast before his mother began squeezing and pumping, more thick spurts of his seed splashing against Myrcella’s pale flesh.
Lyanna wasted no time once she realised he had no more to give. She crawled on her hands and knees, pausing to give his spent cock a brief such and a gentle kiss, before she climbed atop Myrcella. He heard the smack of her lips and watched in a daze as her tongue and mouth made short work of the mess.
Myrcella finally pulled her up into a deep kiss, and Jon watched, mesmerised as long and thick streams of his cum passed between the women as they loudly made out with each other, himself momentarily forgotten.
He settled back on the other sofa and glanced at the time. It was nearly 17:00. The yacht would have to make its way back to shore soon, because he had a flight to King’s Landing booked in the morning. He’d already been told by the Westerosi FA that he would be captaining Westeros to the World Cup, which was due to be held in Asshai in only a week.
The big one. The World Cup. He would be playing with his brother, about which he didn’t truthfully know how he felt. He’d never tried to get to know his father’s other children, though he knew his half-sister Rhaenys was a supermodel. Aegon, however, had followed his father into the family business and was one of Jon’s rivals for the Ballon d’Or award, a lethal striker who scored world-class goals for fun for Royal King’s Landing and had forced his way into the Westerosi starting lineup.
It would be interesting to play alongside him.