The Tales of the White Wolf and his Queens Chapter 16 (Patreon)

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Jon was lying on his bed completely naked and as he could not be missing lately, a beautiful blonde was lying next to him, this time it was Rhaenys. Visenya as always was the first to get up and start her day, unlike her younger sister who was much lazier and more prone to oversleeping. At other times Jon would have gotten up too, but the warmth that the small and seductive body that the Targaryen woman gave off was too pleasing to walk away from. Plus, the way she clung to him with her huge breasts pressed against his ribs and her soft, toned legs wrapped around his own, it was simply too tempting to stay where he was.

Jon couldn't believe how much his life had changed since the arrival of both women, or rather since he defeated his brother and practically took them prisoner. But he didn't regret doing it at all, both women were incredible, not only physically. Jon knew that if he had them by his side, he was the most powerful and feared man in the world, probably the luckiest man in the world as well. So, no matter if they had been his prisoners, he had earned their affection and respect. So, from now on, he planned to make things right with them. He didn't want them as prisoners, his goal had always been for them both to become his wives, to impregnate them and have them bear him strong, magical children, who would be a perfect blend of Stark and Targaryen. And to be able to conquer the world together with them.

“I can hear you thinking.” A feminine voice brought him out of his thoughts. Jon looked down and saw Rhaenys' violet eyes staring at him, before she questioned him. “What were you thinking so seriously about, Stark.”

With a serious face, Jon answered her directly.

“Marriage.”

"Marriage? Who are you planning to marry, Stark?" The Targaryen woman asks amusedly.

“To a cute little snow bunny that ended up in the wolf's den.” Jon told her with a wolfish grin as he squeezed one of her breasts and pinched her pink nipple, making her moan.

“I didn't know you took me so seriously, Stark.” Rhaenys said with a flirtatious laugh.

"Of course I do, if I wanted you simply as slaves, I would keep you chained to my bed, but you are far more valuable to do such a thing. Besides, I wouldn't want my children to be bastards."

“Are you thinking of children now?” She asked hilariously.

"Of course, a King needs heirs. And who better to be the mother than my children than Rhaenys Targaryen, imagine a prince who carries the blood of the First Men and of the Old Valyria, he would practically be a demi-god. Surely he would be the one destined to conquer the world." Jon says with pride and confidence.

The Targaryen princess looked thoughtful at his words, but before getting too excited, she asked him seriously.

“Do you plan to marry Visenya as well?”

“Of course I do.” Jon answered quickly with sincerity.

Indignant at his abrupt response, Rhaenys turned away from him and turned the other way as she muttered indignantly.

'All men are the same, no matter if they are from the North or Valyria. Why no one woman couldn't be enough for them.'

Jon smiles amusedly and quickly moves so that he can embrace her from behind, Rhaenys resisted his approach at first, but he did not let her escape and hugged her tightly against him. His morning erection nestled pleasantly between her ass cheeks; Jon leaned over her so he could say.

"I'm sure Visenya would kill me if I dared to leave her outside. Especially after all the things I've done to her."

"She wouldn't kill you, for one thing if she could kill you, we wouldn't be in this situation. And besides, I'm sure you're the first person she's ever been fond of." Rhaenys muttered still angry.

“I'm sure her pride is far greater than any kind of affection she's developed for me.”

“You're probably right.” Rhaenys had to agree with him on that one.

Jon reaches out and grabs her by the face, turning it and making her stare at him before telling her earnestly.

“I still keep my word; I promised I would sleep with both of you and love you both equally.”

"You should love me more. I should be your favorite; I should be your first wife and the mother of your first child." Rhaenys said haughtily as she turned and climbed on top of him, digging her long nails into his chest as she caught his erection in her ass again and began to rub herself against it, bathing it in her juices. “Do you know why I decided to give myself to you, Jon Stark?”

“Wasn't it because of my incredible charm?” Jon guessed with a grin.

But Rhaenys answered him with a derisive snort before mockingly telling him.

“Really the gloomy Lord Stark, King of the most desolate and depressing country I've ever seen thinks he's the most charming man I've ever met?”

Jon flashed a scowl at that before giving his next response.

“Okay, so it was because of my handsome appearance?”

"You're not at all ugly and I quite like that you're tall, but believe me I've seen men far better looking than you in the pillow houses of Lys, Jon Stark. What was surprising was that Visenya took a liking to you, she always liked men with ‘prettier’ looks and more feminine features. Don't tell her I told you that, though."

“So far I'm not liking this game.” Jon said sourly before making one last attempt. "So, if it's not my charm or my looks. Was it my cock?"

“Although I must say it's quite wonderful and I've grown quite fond of it, unfortunately it's not the right answer.” Rhaenys said with a smile.

“All right, then I give up.”

Laughing amusedly, Rhaenys grabs him by the face, pulling him closer until their lips were only an inch from each other before telling him.

“It was because you defeated Aegon.”

Jon raised his eyebrows slightly surprised and intrigued by her words, but said nothing and let her continue.

"Aegon desires me because I am the most beautiful woman in all the world and I agreed to marry him because he was supposed to be the King of the world. We were supposed to conquer the world together and I was supposed to be his Queen, but you showed up. You used some kind of ancient magic and stole my dragon, but not content with that, you also defeated my sister in single combat. But worst of all was that Aegon did not face you man to man. If he really loved me, he wouldn't have minded risking his army, his crown or his dragon for me. So that led me to decide that he doesn't deserve me."

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