Thread: Que Sera, Sera (random fics)

You probably shouldn't take this story seriously... And I didn't know how to end it. Sue me. D He had been inside of her too many times to count by now. So many times, in fact, that her cunt had started to feel like a glove for his cock. It felt like home though it wasn't nearly as chilly as Winterfell. More like the hot springs that kept Winterfell warm. Or life in the Summer Isles as he had heard. The point was, she was tight and wet and hot and all his . She was beautiful, a little taller than average but short enough to keep him from questioning his manhood. Her build was slender with a waist so tiny he might have been able to fit both his hands around it. Her olive skin spoke of her Salted Dornish ancestry but it was her eyes that were probably the most remarkable of all. Big and blue, they shined like misplaced sapphires buried in a vast desert. She had come to Jon a maiden on the run. At first, Jon had meant to turn her away and continue on but something about the way she had looked at him with such hope had shattered his defenses. He had forgotten all about Stannis and his duties and provided her with a hot meal and a bed. What followed that had not been planned. She had kissed his hand out of simple gratitude and Jon had felt both uncomfortable and astonished by this odd custom. Looking back, he supposed the blame lay on both of their shoulders and while a day didn't go by where he wasn't plagued by guilt, Jon had still kissed her. First on the mouth and then her womanhood. After that, taking her had been easy. Again and again... and again. Mariah was her name. It was a name he found himself dreaming of almost as often as he dreamt his warg dreams. It was difficult to discern which dreams disturbed him the most but he had no control over it. Even as Lord Commander, Jon had discovered that he had little control over anything. What Jon liked most about her was just how similar they were. She shared in his awkwardness though he had claimed her virginity many nights ago. Every time he took her it was like reliving a crucial rite of passage over and over again. She still bit her plush lower lip and averted her gaze whenever he moved to undress her, as if she couldn't bear the sight of her own nakedness. At times, he almost felt guilty for taking her but then he would bury himself deep inside of her and all doubts were quelled. She was lovely , the way she writhed and arched and chanted his name as if she had never experienced something quite so divine. Jon loved the smell of her. It was a sweet scent, and more subtle than overwhelming. He loved the taste of her and how the salted wetness would linger on his lips after he went down on her. He loved how her breasts pushed up against his chest whenever he lifted her into his arms as she rode out the last of her orgasm. They weren't particularly big but they felt soft in his hands and even softer in his mouth. Her nipples were adorably small and he had once had the gall to comment on them, almost wishing he hadn't. The manner in which she had blushed and looked away in shame had him struggling for an apology. He hadn't, of course. He was the Lord Commander. He knew that what he was doing was wrong but the gods help him he couldn't stop. Mariah never tried to seduce him, nor did she ask much of him. There were forces at work that neither of them could control. There were nights where he would summon her for a word and then find himself pushing her onto his bed and fucking her till she screamed herself hoarse. Every since Ygritte, Jon has sworn to himself that he would never again find comfort in the arms of a woman. He had done what he had done under orders and even the beauty of Val hadn't turned him from his path of righteousness. But Mariah... Jon didn't know what it was about Mariah. She wasn't fierce or capable like Val or Ygritte. She was a child. A child trying desperately to be a woman. A child he felt compelled to take care of. And when next she came to see him, Jon didn't utter a word as he undressed her and eased her onto his bed. He took careful notice of how she kept her legs lodged tightly together and only relented when he guided them open. Her sex was bare and small and intoxicating. He didn't mean to stare so, certainly not with her anxiously chewing her fingernails till they bled, but he couldn't quite help himself. He loved the sight of her womanhood and perhaps this was terribly arrogant but he loved that no one other man had ever known her. He had been her first and he had the blood-stained sheets to prove it. He ran a calloused finger over her soft folds and glanced up when she shivered and gasped. Her nipples were already hard, whether it was from the cold or her arousal, he didn't know and didn't really care. Her long, black hair hung down her back in gorgeous waves and her cheeks were flushed a lovely red. The flames danced in her bright blue eyes and her full lips were parted just wide enough to allow liberal amounts of air to pass. Beautiful. Too beautiful. When Jon brushed over her clit, she cried out and grasped his hand. Her regret was instantaneous and Jon had the good sense to look apologetic though he did not stop. Does it feel good? he asked after a long pause. Mariah blushed with fresh embarrassment as if answering the question was too much. She did end up nodding eventually and soon she released him from her hold and resigned herself to enjoying the moment. She did enjoy it. Jon trailed his hand down her silken-smooth thigh. The olive tone of her skin created a beautiful contrast against his own marble hue. Jon was still fully clothed himself and had decided only recently that it would remain this way. Tonight would be different. Tonight he simply wanted to watch and pleasure and watch some more. Poor Mariah wouldn't have a clue. She was very wet by now and Jon felt satisfied knowing that he always got there eventually. It was never forced between them. This just meant that she wanted it just as badly as he did and Jon would give it to her because he was young and she was beautiful and they desired one another. It felt good to be desired again. Especially by one so lovely as she. He looked up and saw that she was now biting her finger as if that would somehow help keep her quiet. Jon found this strangely endearing and was forced to smile a very small smile that only briefly reached his eyes before fizzling out. You are beautiful, he remarked quietly, not once taking his gaze off of her, Mariah. The smile she gave him was shy but far more genuine than his own. He felt his affection for her growing on the spot and longed to say something. Knowing that words often betrayed him for he knew nothing, Jon dipped his head between her long legs and inhaled her sweet scent. It made him feel dizzy with lust and before long, he was pressing his lips to her sex and kissing it as if it meant to kiss back. The reaction he got was marvelous for Mariah bucked almost violently and tossed her head back with a loud cry. Her legs tightened around his skull for a moment before loosening and falling back onto the bed. Jon made no response and sealed his mouth to her cunt. He flicked his tongue over her clit, relishing in the delicious noises she was making almost as much as he did the taste of her. Wanting more as he always did, Jon held her most sensitive of spots between his clever lips and sucked until she was screaming his name like she meant to die. Jon hummed around his mouthful and was rewarded with a sharp tug to his dark curls. If he wasn't currently eating the girl out, he might have smiled again. By now, Mariah had forgotten all about feeling shy and was lifting her slim hips and pushing her sweet, sweet cunt forcefully into his mouth until Jon was seeing stars and tasting the nectar of the gods. He released her clit with an obscene smack and promptly shoved his rigid tongue deep inside of her. The steady schlick, schlick, schlick sounds of his skilled muscle fucking her meshed well with her helpless cries. She went from trying to rip the hair from his head to squeezing her own breasts to wrapping her legs so tight around his neck that he feared he might choke. Yes, she beggedencouragedchanted, Yes, Jon, yes more. Nnn, don't stop . He had no intentions of stopping. Not until she came which didn't seem far off considering how much she was trembling. Jon licked up and down her folds and sucked at her clit until it began to swell and he was certain he knew what was about to happen. Moving his mouth off of her quickly, Jon stuck two fingers inside her and watched her curse him to the seven hells and back. Jon didn't mind. He grasped her by her hair and pulled her forward as he fingered her furiously. Their feverish foreheads met and he felt her warm breath hit the skin of his face as she gasped and garbled and continued to call his name as if he wasn't even there. Jon studied her lovely face, enjoying the way she gazed back at him with an almost worshipful look in her beautiful blue eyes. It was wrong in so many ways for him to encourage this sort of behaviour but tonight it felt right and Jon wasn't going to stop for anything or anyone. Jon, she gasped, rocking her hips in time with his fingers, Gods, Jon, please I can't... Jon understood. He removed his fingers with haste and replaced them with his mouth. He was relentless in his oral onslaught, sucking and licking and fucking until she was reduced to nothing more than a shrieking harpy. Jon allowed her to tug at his hair, he allowed her to shove her cunt so deep into his mouth that it might have permanently sealed itself there, he even allowed her to choke him close to unconsciousness with her long legs. Through it all, he watched and waited and then it happened. Mariah gave a memorable shudder and arched her lovely body with an inhuman scream. Jon felt her walls clench repeatedly around his tongue and nearly soiled himself in the process. Her wetness quickly filled his mouth and Jon Snow was overwhelmed by the taste. Only after she had fallen back onto the bed did he remove himself and swallow what had gathered. His lips felt hot and overworked but gods it had been worth it. She was still coming down from her high when he kissed his way up her slim body. Her taut stomach to the space between her breasts right up to her red lips. He kissed her and delighted in the little 'mmph' she offered in response. Oh, Mariah. Sweet, sweet Mariah. When they parted, Jon found her gazing up at him with a look of wonder in her eyes. He smiled a gentle smile and caressed her naked body. What is it? She licked her lips nervously, making it very easy for him to read the uncertainty in her eyes. What about you? she finally asked. Jon raised his brows thoughtfully, almost touched by her concern and generosity. Or perhaps it was just lust. Not tonight, Mariah, he explained in his husky voice, But I will think of you.