The Restoration of House Targaryen Chapter 18 (Patreon)

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“Where are you going?” a half-asleep Arya asked him from the bed as she watched him change.

"You've sucked my blood and emptied my balls for hours, Arya. I'm starving." Jon told her as he finished pulling on his boots and standing up. "Besides, I'm sure I've shirked my responsibilities as King for too long. Dany will need some help in handling the aftermath of the war." Turning to her he asked. "What about you? Are you planning to sleep on?"

Nodding placidly from her settled position. "I'm feeling pretty full. So, I'll sleep on." Arya told him, sounding completely satisfied before snuggling further into the blankets.

Smiling, Jon moved closer and leaning over her placed an affectionate kiss on top of her head before leaving, but his departure was interrupted when Arya murmured something just enough for him to hear.

“If you're going to kiss goodbye, do it properly.”

Chuckling amusedly, Jon leaned over her again to place a delicate, loving kiss on her lips, but Arya had something better in mind. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a deep kiss. They only parted until Arya was satisfied, smiling against his lips, her little sister couldn't resist kissing him again. This time catching his lower lip between her teeth, biting down hard enough to draw blood which she sucked more than eagerly. After that Jon finally pulled away from his insatiable sister and said to her.

“I don't know how much I can take if you keep taking my blood like that.”

A confident and smiling Arya replied.

"Don't worry about it, I would never hurt you. I probably couldn't even if I wanted to."

“What do you mean?” Jon asked slightly intrigued.

"I can feel the blood now, not just yours but all the people's blood. Right now, I can feel your heart pumping it all over your body, and unlike everyone else. Your blood not only tastes and smells extremely delicious, but it also refills extremely fast. Possibly one of the perks of gaining the powers of a god." Arya said with a sigh before adding. “Oh, and the same goes for your semen, I can smell that too.”

“But I was supposed to have lost those powers when I brought you back to life.” Jon murmured confusedly, looking curiously at his own body.

“Mostly, but maybe not entirely.” Arya said tiredly before lying back down on the bed. "Well, I'm going to sleep now. Wake me when it gets a little darker."

Well at least it was good to know that he wouldn't die from being sucked off by Arya. But her words piqued his curiosity. He definitely didn't feel all powerful like in his battle with the Night King, but maybe he couldn't be considered a ‘ordinary’ man anymore either. Maybe he should talk to the red woman or Brandon about it.

Anyway, it was a matter for another time. Jon looked over to where Arya was sleeping peacefully, feeling more than relieved and glad that she was alive. Despite the way things had turned out, he wouldn't change it for anything. He would always protect and make his little sister happy, no matter the cost.

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