The Tales of the White Wolf and his Queens Chapter 18 (Patreon)

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Taking Rhaenys by the face, Jon helped her to her feet, and still holding her by the cheeks, he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate, fiery kiss. They only pulled apart when they ran out of breath; a trail of saliva joined their lips. The two siblings looked at each other with more than just smiles, but before they could continue, Jon needed to know something. So, he asked her.

“If you were really into me from the start, why didn’t you say anything?”

Shrugging, Rhaenys said with a smile.

“What could I have said? And to be honest, I haven’t interacted with many men outside my family. And you seemed especially distant from anyone who wasn’t family. Besides, I don’t want to put it this way, but before we knew your true identity, I didn’t think my parents would let me marry a bastard.”

Although he didn’t like the way that sounded, Jon knew she was right. He might be the best swordsman in the Realms and the son of one of the Great Lords of the Realm, but none of that meant anything, and he had always been reduced to being Ned Stark’s bastard. And even though he was now a prince, he knew he could never truly shake that label.

“Back then, you have no idea how glad I was to see you win the melee and defeat Ser Arthur. Being so skilled with a sword, there was no way my father could have refused to let you join the Kingsguard. From that point on, all I had to do was beg my father to assign you as my personal guard. And well, let’s just say I didn’t plan on keeping you out of my room.” Rhaenys finished with a smile.

Jon snorted at her plan, remembering that Rhaella had also planned to do something similar. It was curious to see how the minds of Targaryen women worked.

“But enough about the past. You’re not a bastard; you’re my brother, a Targaryen prince, and that’s all that matters now,” Rhaenys said, placing her hand on his still-erect cock and beginning to stroke him again. “As much fun as it was having you as my lover-guard, I much prefer it this way. Besides, it makes it much easier for Daenerys to join us.”

“I still can’t believe you’re serious about that,” Jon said with a grunt as he felt Rhaenys’s soft touch on his cock.

“Even though we’re actually aunt and niece, we were raised as sisters. We shared the same toys, we knew each other’s secrets—we basically grew up together,” Rhaenys told him, never letting go of his cock. “And even though we didn’t actually plan to marry the same man, we knew each other’s preferences very well. And you tick every single box for the perfect man for us. So, Dany had the wonderful idea that instead of competing over who gets to keep you, we should share you.”

“She sounds a lot like her mother,” Jon remarked with a hint of amusement.

“Oh, that’s true. You spent quite a bit of time with Grandmother while you were at Harrenhal, didn’t you?” Rhaenys remarked suspiciously, before her gaze grew sharper and her grip on his cock tightened, becoming slightly painful. “Did something happen between you two?”

“What?!” Jon said with a nervous smile. “No! Of course not, she’s always been suspicious of my true identity.”

“Grandma’s always been pretty smart,” Rhaenys remarked, releasing his cock from her grip and returning to stroking it gently. “Though she can act pretty childish at times, she and Daenerys are much more alike than you might think.”

He didn’t doubt that.

“But enough about Daenerys; you’ll have plenty of time to spend with her later. There will also be time for the three of us to have fun together, but right now I need you to focus solely on me,” Rhaenys told him demandingly.

“I have no problem with that,” Jon said, taking her by the waist and sliding his hands down to her toned thighs to lift her into his arms. His sister let out a laugh before wrapping her long legs around his waist as he carried them to the bed.

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