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      Published: 2018-03-26 Chapters: 1/? Words: 6120
****** All in the Family ******
by House_Blackfyre
Summary
     On his fifteenth birthday Jon is betrothed to his elder sister
     Rhaenys and aunt Daenerys. Fearing that he won't be able to satisfy
     his future brides, Jon seeks advice from the woman he trust more than
     anyone in the world, his mother.
Notes
     Read the tags!
     Assuming you've gotten this far and are still interested then I hope
     you understand that a large portion of this story is portraying a
     sexual relationship between Jon, Lyanna and Elia.
     Lots of incest and smut ahead. If this isn't your kink then don't
     flame me for it.
     This was inspired by the wonderful fic: Compared to a Woman's Love by
     emmaliza. She's a wonderful author and I encourage you to read her
     fic, it's the only other Jon/Lyanna fanfiction on this site. (and the
     only one I can find on the internet, trust me I've looked.)
See the end of the work for more notes
Prince Jonothor Targaryen
 
Nervousness had been the most prevalent emotion that Jon had felt for a long
while. The nerves affected his sword play. His form was so poor now that Ser
Aerys Oakheart had dismissed him out of concern that Jon was coming down with
an illness. His nerves affected his diet as well, Jon could barely eat to sate
his hunger, even after a long day of training. Even his dreams were affected,
haunted by scenarios where he was a disappointment. And it was likely that he
would be.
Most boys…no almost all the men in the kingdoms would envy the position that
Jon was now in. Only a month before, on Jon’s fifteenth nameday, his father had
announced to all the realm that Jon would wed both his sister Rhaenys and his
aunt Daenerys, a sister in all but name herself. Some may have grumbled in
disagreement that the Targaryens were returning to their practice of incest,
wedding brother and sister, and on occasion Uncle and Niece or Nephew and Aunt,
in fact the High Septon himself had loudly vocalized just that and was promptly
removed from his position. But none would stage a serious protest. For his
father, King Rhaegar Targaryen, first of his name, was known as the Conqueror
come again.
The lack of a serious protest was likely due to Jon not being the Crown Prince.
His elder brother Aegon was playing the Tyrells, Lannisters and Hightowers
against each other, the end result was to see which house would have the honor
of supplying his brother with the eventual Queen. Jon was second in line, and
though he had recently claimed a dragon for himself, many thought his father’s
marriage to his second Queen (Jon’s mother) wasn’t legitimate and Jon was a
bastard as a result. None would voice the words to his father of course, since
the last Lord who had dared to insult Jon’s mother Queen Lyanna, ended up as a
meal for Balerion.
While Jon’s father had taken two Queens just as Aegon the Conqueror had done,
the taking of Jon’s mother had started a brief rebellion that ended swiftly
when his father, aided by a Red Priestess from Asshai, resurrected the long
dead dragons Balerion, Caraxes, Sunfyre, Vhagar, and Meleys, which allowed his
father Rhaegar to not only subdue Robert Baratheon and his rebel forces but
also prevented the Mad King from burning Jon’s maternal grandfather Lord
Rickard Stark alive and save his uncle Brandon Stark from certain death; Jon
was still apprehensive about the entire act. They will laugh at me when it
comes time for the bedding.
He hoped they wouldn’t, but it was almost a forgone conclusion. His sisters
Rhaenys and Daenerys, were four and three years older than him, respectively,
and widely considered the most beautiful maidens in the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenys
had eyes like amethysts, olive skin that was nearly golden, and illustrious
hair the color of midnight. She was still a few inches taller than him, though
his last growth spurt had closed the gap dramatically and he still had time to
grow, and she was built like a true Dornish Warrior Princess in the style of
her mother’s ancestor Queen Nymeria. Daenerys had the beauty and look of Old
Valyria, hair like a strand of moonlight and lilac eyes; on her dragon Vhagar,
Daenerys was reminiscent of the Dragonlords of old.
Each had an army of admirers and flatterers. Every lord young enough, or rich
enough or who had a son of an age with the duo, had propositioned King Rhaegar
for Rhaenys’s and Daenerys’s hand in marriage. Jon’s father had refused all the
requests even from the Magisters in the free cities who had sent mountains of
gifts and gold as bribes. Not even Jon had known what his father was planning,
though Jon, ever since he was smart enough to understand the appeal of women
dreamed of marrying at least one of them. Never in his life had he thought that
he would have been fortunate enough to wed both. Now though, he feared his
nerves would get the better of him and stop his heart before the wedding.
Despite his happiness with the course of events, Jon struggled in the
aftermath. Everywhere he went, everyone had a voice to air. Men congratulated
Jon as if he had won a war single handedly. The boldest offered vivid advice
that left Jon blushing and confused. It was often contradictory. Never go down
on a lass. With two of them, you’ll just be the disappointment. Or, when you
eat their cunts make sure to be rougher, you’re a man so it will help
differentiate you.From serving wenches to noble born ladies, one look at him
was enough to send a group into a giggle. It felt as if everyone was expecting
Jon to fly or crash spectacularly. The trouble was, Jon expected the latter
himself.
He was as green as summer grass in Highgarden. There wasn’t a lack of desire on
his part. Jon often dreamt of his sisters in ways that he was ashamed to admit.
The trouble was opportunity. Men knew not to bring their unmarried daughters or
even their wives around Aegon and Uncle Viserys. His brother and uncle were
even caught together entertaining Lynesse Hightower, the wife of Jorah Mormont,
and Amerei ‘Gatehouse Ami’ Frey.
Jon’s mother, his sisters and his elder mother Queen Elia perhaps in an attempt
to prevent Jon from repeating the crude behavior of his uncle and elder brother
had repeatedly blocked Jon from any inroad to gain greater sexual experience.
Aegon had tried multiple times to sneak him to a brothel, Viserys had even paid
for a courtesan from Lys to sneak into his bedchamber at Summerhall but either
Daenerys, Rhaenys or his Queen mother prevented the fruition of such plots. 
Jon’s curiosity and then frustration had only peaked as a result. He knew
enough to know where the parts went and that women could indeed find pleasure
from sex. But there wasn’t much else that Jon knew.
Now, Jon was almost terrified that he’d make a fool of himself during the
bedding and Rhaenys and Daenerys would never bed him again. Or worse, they
would only bed him for children and take other lovers to satisfy their
pleasure. Two women! I barely lasted a minute during my first time. I wonder if
you’ll even get it out of your pants.Jon had knocked out one of Theon’s teeth
for the comment. Now, the Greyjoy knew to be silent.
Theon boasted about experience, but Jon was hesitant to ask or believe anything
that the Greyjoy heir told him. Theon had been the worst of those with comments
until Jon had ruined his smile. The ward entertained fantasies about both Dany
and Nys. Besides any advice from the son of a man who was foolish enough to
rebel six years after the Black Dread had been reborn was likely bullshit.
Aegon had joined his father and Jon’s betrotheds in putting down a Pirate King
near Gorgossos. The Pirate King had been attacking the Naathi with such great
frequency that the quiet, peaceful people had been forced to send an envoy
requesting the crown’s aid. Jon was furious that he wasn’t allowed to go with
them, Vyraxes may have been younger than any of their dragons but his dragon
was strong and swift. Five years had made her old enough for war. Jon’s duty
though, along with Uncle Viserys and his Grandmother Dowager Queen Rhaella, who
were on Dragonstone with Viserys’s wife Princess Arianne Martell, was to watch
over their ten rider less dragons as well as hold the throne until his father
returned.
Only Jon, his mother and his elder mother Queen Elia remained of the royal
family within the capital. It was early evening; the sun had just set when Jon
made his way to his mother’s room. Gathering his courage Jon knocked on her
door.
There was a pause and he heard shuffling behind the door, perhaps an exchange
of conversation before his mother opened the door. Her cheeks looked flushed
and her long brown locks were a bit messy. She wore a thin robe that teased the
curves beneath. Jon blushed at the sight and hastily turned his gaze upward to
meet her eyes. After his recent growth spurt, Jon stood a head taller than her.
Even as her son, it was easy to see why his father had risked a war for his
mother. She had a pretty smile that lit up her whole face, full pink lips that
looked wet in the dim light and eyes the color of stormy skies.
“Jon?” She asked a bit surprised.
“Is this a bad time? I can come back later if necessary. But I just wanted to
talk to you.” He could barely meet her eyes.
His mother nodded and spoke a bit too loudly. “No, Jon. Come inside. Your elder
mother and I were just speaking.”
Jon blushed as he captured his elder mother’s form. She was clad in a robe of
the same style as his mother, though hers was a dark black framed by red while
his mother’s was framed with blue.
“Hello Jon, is everything alright?” Elia asked.
It was hard not to stare at her. Queen Elia had been Jon’s first crush. Ever
since a boy he had known that he would do anything to defend her. When he was
young, six years old to be exact, his mother had fallen very ill along with
most of the city due to a spreading sickness, Jon had to be separated from her
and was terrified of losing his mother. Queen Elia had comforted him every day
until his mother had recovered.
“Uh… yes everything’s fine.” It was nerve racking enough to have to ask his
mother for advice on how to satisfy his wives but with his elder mother in the
room as well, Jon quickly lost his nerve. Elia reminded him of Rhaenys. Her
eyes were dark brown instead of violet, and she was nearly twenty years older
than her daughter but no less beautiful. She was slender to the point of being
slight instead of Rhaenys’s lean muscle but Elia was no less steel.
“Sorry for bothering you two.”
His mother grabbed him before he could make his exit. “Jon, what is wrong?” She
asked. Her hands turned him and then gripped his face, so he could look into
her eyes.
He flushed and dropped his head.  How can I ask her without making a fool of
myself? And if I can’t even ask this then how am I ever going to learn?
 
Queen Lyanna Stark
 
She was worried about her boy. Ever since the betrothal was made public, Jon’s
confidence had dipped dramatically rather than rising as she had hoped for. Jon
reminded her of the best versions of Benjen and Ned, though he looked more like
Brandon mixed with a bit of her husband. He was sweeter than all of them
though, a shining light in their family. She knew that Jon’s distress wasn’t
due to dislike of his betrotheds. Their whole family knew of Jon’s devotion to
his elder sister and aunt. If the two had ever tried to use their power over
Jon nefariously then Lyanna would have tanned their bottoms herself but both
girls loved Jon and were delighted by how he strived to make them happy. His
younger age made most of the years between the trio platonic and innocent but
his maturation into a man hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Lyanna looked over her shoulder to Elia and they both shared a look of maternal
understanding. Aegon had never gone through this faze, Viserys had gotten to
him first and had taken him to a brothel. An action that likely had a very
small part in Aegon’s eventual promiscuity but didn’t scare her or Elia any
less. Her sister-wife shared the same concern for their youngest.
“Jon, it’s okay. Did you come here because you’re nervous about your wedding
night?”
He nodded silently. He’s so shy and cute.
“That’s perfectly normal, Jon. Any man would be nervous, especially with two
women to please.” Elia’s words were teasing, but the flinch Jon made let both
of them know that having to please two wives was the crux of the matter.
“Come sit with us on the bed, Jon. Take of your boots.” Lyanna waited till her
son did as ordered and then led him so that he was seated between her and Elia.
There was an urge to take his head and rest it on her chest while she held him,
but Jon hadn’t let her do that in years and her gown was too thin. Instead, she
ran her fingers through his black locks. Jon leaned into her touch. When he
made appearances in court, Jon pointedly avoided any of her affections but
alone with only Elia’s eyes watching Jon relished in the affection.
Elia leaned into Jon on his other side and she saw her boy tense before his
shoulders relaxed. Lyanna and Elia had shared a laugh at Jon’s obvious crush.
It was largely innocent, but Lyanna knew that a boy his age wouldn’t fail to
notice the thinness of Elia’s robe. The Dornish woman pressed her sweet lips
against Jon's temple. "What is it that troubles you, Jon?" Elia asked, her
voice was as sweet as her lips.
He struggled to begin, mumbling a few words. Lyanna rubbed his back in support.
"It's okay Jon you can ask us anything."
Jon took a deep breath and then blurted out. "How do you have sex?" Suddenly
realizing what he said, his flush deepened. "I didn’t mean that...just I know
how to do it but..." He trailed off and looked down at his feet.
"Not how to do it well?" Elia finished for him. Jon nodded, he didn’t meet
either of their eyes.
Lyanna rubbed his shoulder. "Your wedding night, you're nervous about how well
you'll perform?" She asked.
"I've never done anything really. And I can't get answers from anyone that I
trust isn't giving bad advice." Jon answered. He looked apprehensive in
anticipation of their reactions.
"So, you came to ask your mother? Not me?" Elia teased.
Jon flashed a sheepish smile to her wife. "I'm sorry. I didn't know who else to
ask. My mother seemed the best choice.”
“Well your mother is certainly experienced but there is something to be said
about a Dornish perspective.” Elia flashed a tempting grin that only served to
redden Jon’s cheek further.
“Elia, stop teasing him you’re just embarrassing him further.” Lyanna scolded.
 
“Hush Lya, he’s going to be married to my daughter and she’s far worse than
me.” Elia countered.
She does have a point.Rhaenys wasn’t quite like her mother typically was. Ever
since she could walk, the girl loved being the center of attention. When she
blossomed into a woman, her shining star attitude brought an army of admirers.
Lately though, Rhae and Dany had taken to focusing their attentions on teasing
Jon. They wore more revealing dresses, gave Jon long, intimate hugs and both
were absolutely possessive with Jon’s attention. All of these paired together
frustrated her boy. Lyanna knew their actions weren’t done out of malice; her
husband would have never arranged the betrothal between the three if Rhae and
Dany hadn’t been the ones to suggest it. But she could see the effect their
teasing had on Jon, he had always worked hard to impress his sister and aunt,
now he seemed desperate to do just that.
“What do you want to learn, my dear?” Elia asked. Her tone was softer this time
and her hand patted Jon’s knee invitingly.
“Any advice that you can offer me.” Jon answered hastily. His nerves will still
evident in his voice.
Lya opened her mouth to answer but Elia beat her to the punch. “Well, have you
ever kissed a girl, Jon?”
Jon took a moment to answer. “Dany and Rhae used to make me and Egg kiss them
when we were younger. Does that count?”
The honesty and innocence of her son’s answer warmed Lyanna’s heart. She smiled
at her son and unbiddenly her fingers massaged the back of his head. “Not
really, Jon.” She answered carefully, an attempt to minimize his embarrassment.
Inwardly, she was beaming. She knew Rhaenys and Daenerys were possessive of
Jon, so much so that the ladies of the court had become aware of the two’s
territory.Lyanna hadn’t expected that they would be so successful.
It was a wonder that her husband was so surprised when Rhae and Dany were so
adamant about marrying Jon. Early on in their marriage, when the children were
still young, Elia and she had convinced Rhaegar that he wasn’t to betroth their
children or Viserys and Daenerys without the children’s consent. With dragons
back in House Targaryen’s possession, the next generation would have the luxury
of marrying for love. Rhaegar had been taken off guard when Rhae and Dany both
came to him with the request to marry Jon. Each had been flooded with marriage
proposals ever since they became of age. Every lord with a son of marrying age
had been seeking to win their favor. Even bets were made on tourneys whether
Rhaenys or Daenerys would be crowned Queen of Love and Beauty. Rhaegar had
fielded the marriage requests and passed them on to his daughter and younger
sister who both had declined all the requests with little consideration.
Lyanna and Elia had been far less surprised than their husband. Rhaenys and
Daenerys had always been best friends, as girls they shared all of their toys
and time, as women it almost made sense that they would want to share a
husband. They hadn’t ever made an attempt to separate their children when they
grew older. Lyanna had been sorted into different lessons and grouped with the
daughters of their bannerman by her father when she turned eleven. Though she
and Benjen had always found ways to get around their father’s rules, Lyanna
hadn’t spent anywhere near as much time with her brothers as Jon did with his
sister and aunt. Paired with the Targaryen family’s history of incestuous
marriages, the notion that Jon’s affections for his sister and aunt might turn
romantic had always been something Lyanna had considered possible. Elia as
well.
“Well, that is a good place to start but it does make this a bit more
difficult. “Elia said.
“More difficult?” Jon parroted. His brow creased in confusion.
“Yes. I take it you’ve never really touched a woman before?” Elia asked. When
Jon nodded, she released a small sigh. “You’re a green boy, Jon. There’s
nothing wrong with that. In fact, I think that Rhae and Dany will like that
very much.”
“She’s right Jon. Your sister and aunt won’t mind your inexperience. They’ll
probably adore you for it.” Lyanna added.
Her worry increased when Jon hung his head. “But what if they don’t? What if I
make a fool of myself and don’t please them? They could have any man of their
choosing but they both got stuck with me.”
My sweet child, you know nothing.“Jon.” Lyanna grabbed his chin when he didn’t
look up. Rhaenys and Daenerys, for whatever reason, wanted to save the news
that they had picked Jon as their husband till their wedding night. Lyanna
didn’t want to spoil that for them but she couldn’t let her son wallow. “Look
at me. They both love you and make no mistake that they both are lucky to have
you. No man will treat them better.”
Jon looked ready to protest. “But-“
“No buts. Listen to your mother, Jon. She’s right about this one,
surprisingly.” Elia teased. Lyanna stuck her tongue out in response.
“So, there’s nothing that you can tell me?” Jon didn’t look the least bit
satisfied.
“I didn’t say that. And telling you won’t work. Showing you is better.” Elia
answered. Her teasing was back in full force.
Showing him? Lyanna thought with some trepidation. She knew how her sister wife
was when she set her mind to something. “Elia, I don’t think we should show him
anything.”
Elia turned an admonishing glare on her. “Lya, your boy came to us for help and
you want to send him back with no advice? Be thankful Aegon or Viserys aren’t
here, otherwise we might have found him in a brothel.”
This time Lyanna blushed. She’s right but…With reluctance Lyanna acquiesced and
asked, “What do you have in mind?”
“Jon’s never really been kissed or done the kissing. We should start with
that.” Elia answered.
Lyanna’s heart thudded in her chest and she could see a similar, if not more
obvious reaction occur in her boy. He looked at the two of them in disbelief.
“Kiss you?” He asked Elia.
Her smile was inviting. “Don’t worry Jon, I won’t bite…well at least not too
hard. Kiss me.”
Jon gave her a sidelong glance. She nodded. With her consent, Jon leaned in and
placed a trembling kiss on Elia’s lips. The kiss was chaste and lasted only
seconds before Jon pulled away.
“Relax, Jon. Don’t worry you are here to learn, I won’t tease you.” Elia pulled
on his arms and Jon leaned in to kiss her again. This kiss was longer but from
the stiffness of Jon’s body, Lyanna could tell it wasn’t much better.
“Was that better?” Jon asked. His tone was vulnerable as if he was anticipating
rude criticism.
Luckily, Elia could sense Jon’s fragility as well as she did. “It was better,
but a kiss is so much more than pressing your lips together.”
“What do you mean?” He looked as enraptured as he did whenever his lessons with
the Maesters covered Daeron’s conquest of Dorne.
“A kiss is with your eyes, your hands, your nose and yes your lips. A kiss is a
way to show you care for the person that you’re kissing. You do care for me,
Jon?” Elia inquired. Jon nodded quickly. “Then show me.”
This time when their lips touched, Jon’s body looked less stiff. Though his
hands still remained at his side so it was clear that Jon still didn’t
understand the true meaning of Elia’s words. Elia soon took the lead, leaning
into Jon as one hand fisted his tunic while the other arm wrapped gently around
his neck. It took several moments for them to part. When they did, Jon looked
flustered and he made an obvious attempt to cross his legs, undoubtedly to hide
his reaction to Elia’s kiss.
Elia’s hands stopped him. “Don’t worry about it. Your mother and I have both
seen it before.” Lyanna chose to remain silent that Jon had been a toddler the
last time that they bathed together.
“Much better. In fact, I think you kiss very similar to your mother.”
“Really?” Both Jon and Lyanna asked at the same time.
“Yes. Lya wouldn’t tell you but when we first met, she wasn’t that good of a
kisser as well. But she’s came a long way.”
Jon looked at her then. Lyanna saw his gaze fixate on her lips. His lips were
full, something Elia and Rhaegar had always complimented her on as well. Lyanna
wondered how soft they were.
“I think you should kiss her.” Elia spoke. The words were like cold water
running down Lyanna’s spine.
“What?!” She exclaimed. Seeing her son kiss her sister wife was one thing but
kissing him herself was something else entirely.
Elia remained poised. “He’ll have two wives, Lya. He should know how to kiss
more than one woman. Besides, we both can direct him better if I can watch
while you two kiss. You haven’t provided any input so far.”  
“I’m his mother, Elia. I can’t kiss him. It wouldn’t be right.” Lyanna pleaded.
“I’m his mother too and by whose standards would it be wrong? He’s going to
marry his sister and aunt. By all the gods on this continent and most of Essos,
that isn’t right either. We said that we’d help him. This is how we do it. It’s
just kissing, Lya.” Elia answered.
Lyanna bit her lip. She has a point. But can I do it? Lyanna looked to her son,
he was silent and appeared apprehensive. Lyanna gave him a reassuring smile.
“Okay. Come here, Jon.”
Jon didn’t hesitate as much as he did with his first kiss with Elia. Perhaps,
the kisses with her sister wife had given him courage. Or maybe he wants just
wants to kiss his mother.She shoved the thought down.
Jon leaned into her, his eyes half lidded watching her own. Lyanna closed the
gap. Their first kiss was little more than a brush of the lips. Lya pulled back
to check her son’s reaction but he was already leaning in for another.
The next kiss was firmer, deeper. Jon’s lips were as soft as they looked, and
their fullness was pleasant. Lyanna parted her lips and pulled Jon’s bottom lip
between her teeth. She swallowed his surprised gasp and was delighted when he
repeated the same action on her.
Lyanna couldn’t help but feel disappointed when they parted. Elia pulled Jon
into another kiss without a word and her son responded in kind. Already, Lyanna
could see the effect their session was having on Jon. He looked far more
confident and sure of himself than he did only a few minutes ago.
When Elia’s kiss ended, Jon was already pulling Lyanna into another kiss.
Lyanna followed his lead willingly, proud of him for taking the initiative. Her
hands rose to his face, caressing his cheeks as they kissed, and Jon pulled her
closer. He was a quick learner and when her lips parted his tongue came out to
greet hers.
She and Elia kissed Jon several times and each time it seemed that he improved
further. “Very good.” Elia voiced after they parted. “Remember what I said
about a kiss being more than just using your lips? Your hands are important
too. Touch me here when you kiss me.” She pointed to her sides. Jon followed
her instructions and the two kissed again.
Lyanna bit her lip at the sight. Jon’s hands on Elia’s body only increased the
intimacy. She realized how exposed they were. They wore only thin robes, if it
weren’t for Jon’s clothing then the three of them would nearly be naked. When
Jon and Elia parted, Lyanna voiced her concern. “Elia, I think that’s enough.
He’s quite good now.”
“Nonsense, Lyanna. Jon still has so much to learn, and we are just kissing.”
Elia complained. Lyanna didn’t miss how her hand caressed Jon’s thigh.
Would you say the same if it were Aegon here? Lyanna thought but she didn’t
voice it, not wanting to argue when things were going so well. “Just kissing?”
Lyanna asked. She didn’t know if the question was to seek confirmation from
Elia or to reassure herself.
Jon’s kiss was more hesitant as if he was unsure about her willingness. Lyanna
deepened her kiss to assuage his concern. Her lips parted again and soon they
were dueling with their tongues. She gasped in surprise when Jon’s hands took
purchase on her hips.
Her boy paused, and her eyes opened and met his. “Is this okay?” He asked. She
nodded silently.
When they kissed again Jon’s hands were planted on her hips while his thumbs
moved in circles caressing her sides. Lyanna could feel the world fall away as
they kissed. It had been a long while since Rhaegar had kissed her like this.
Sweet, exploratory and full of passion.
Elia spoke as they kissed. “Grab her harder, your mother likes it rougher than
I do.”
Lyanna gasped, both in shock at Elia’s words and at how quickly Jon followed
her sister wife’s instructions. His hands gripped her hips firmly and his lips
followed. For the first time, it felt like her son was in control of their
embrace. Heat flowed through Lyanna with the realization, settling just above
her navel.
Jon was rougher now, his hands didn’t stay at her hips, they traveled up her
back and along her legs while his kiss grew more intense. His teeth scraped
against her bottom lip and she couldn’t help but moan when he bit down softly.
“That’s it, Jon. Remember you’re the man, we love when you take charge and your
mother loves when you’re a bit rough with her. Don’t worry, she won’t break.”
Spurred on by Elia’s words, Jon pulled Lyanna into his lap. Not thinking
straight, Lyanna followed willingly and settled with her legs pointed to one
side. She could feel her son’s hardness poke her arse cheek. A mixture of shame
and arousal flowed through her like a tidal wave, but Jon held her and his
kisses subdued her urge to flee.
When they parted, Elia gently nudged her off her son’s lap. The Dornish woman
took her place and straddled Jon, her slender legs finding either side of his
hips. The short robe that she was wearing lifted up further exposing a wide
view of her thighs. Elia’s lips found Jon’s and they kissed with renewed
enthusiasm.
Jon was gentler with Elia than with her. Elia was shorter and smaller than
Lyanna, and her slight form made her more fragile. Her son picked up on this
and kissed his Queen with a loving intensity while his hands gently stroked her
back. Elia released a small moan of encouragement.
Lyanna watched the two with conflicted feelings flowing through her. Jon’s
kisses and the situation stoked a growing lust that she was desperately trying
to ignore. The way that Jon held Elia, kissing her so lovingly reminded Lyanna
of how Rhaegar was, when she was first brought into their marriage bed with
Elia. For the last few years, her husband had been consumed with not only the
politics of Westeros but expanding into Essos as well. Distance had grown
between the three of them and while she and Elia only grew closer, they both
still craved a man’s touch.
“Kiss your mother, Jon.” Elia whispered into her son’s ear.
Jon pulled on Lyanna’s hip so that she ended up pressed against his side. Elia
stroked her back as they kissed. The kisses that her sister wife laid on her
collarbone startled Lyanna so much that she broke her kiss with her son.
“What are you doing?” Lyanna whispered harshly to her wife. By now, the
Kingsguard would be stationed by their door.
Elia looked as if she was being questioned for doing the most natural thing in
the world. Indeed, they had been doing much more than this before Jon had
knocked on their door but Lyanna didn’t see how that was relevant for Jon’s
education. “He’s going to have two wives. He needs to get used to the visual
stimulation. And this is still just kissing like we agreed.”
Lyanna wanted to argue but a larger part of her wanted to listen to Elia’s
flimsy logic and continue. She remained silent but pursed her lips.
The decision was made for her when Elia began directing Jon. “There’s a
difference between a man and woman’s touch, Jon. Your mother likes how gentle
and soft my hands and lips are. With you and your father however she likes the
roughness, but you need to know when to be rough with her and when to be
gentle. Too much of either and you could either hurt her or leave her wanting.
There is a balance. Here, watch and repeat what I do.”
Elia placed kisses along the column of her neck while her hands traveled just
under her breast. Lyanna had to warn Elia away when the Dornish woman tried
slipping her hand into her robe. Elia responded with a rough suck on her neck
that drew a gasp. “I don’t want marks!” Lyanna cried.
“Your turn, Jon.” Elia said.
Jon repeated Elia’s actions on the other side of her neck. His kisses were
firmer than her sister wife’s and his hands rougher. They settled just under
her breasts like Elia’s but his hands were wider and when he splayed his
fingers they traced the underside of her breasts.
The moan that Lyanna released was quickly silenced by Elia’s lips on her own.
Her kiss was fervent and despite herself, Lyanna returned it with the same
desperate enthusiasm. When they parted, her eyes found Jon’s wide-eyed stare.
Elia giggled. “This is what it means to be with two women, Jon. Do you like
it?”
Jon nodded eagerly. “I love it.” He answered. “Can you do it again, please?”
Elia smiled. “Gladly.”
Elia claimed Lyanna’s lips again. This time her hands claimed a breast,
squeezing it above Lyanna’s thin robe. Elia didn’t have to direct Jon and his
hand soon claimed her other breast. Her son seemed fascinated by the weight of
her breast and her already hard nipple. He tweaked it gently at first until
Elia saw. “She likes it harder than that but with your teeth though.”
Lyanna couldn’t protest because Elia’s mouth was on hers again. Jon followed
her sister wife’s instructions and drew her nipple between his teeth. The
sensation was maddening, all she could think of was how much better it would be
if her robe wasn’t in the way. Lya squeezed her thighs together to relieve some
tension but it did little.
Jon seemed to fall in sync with Elia and wordlessly, the two switched places.
Lya lost herself in kissing her son, so much so that she didn’t notice Elia
working on the sash to her robe until it parted. “Elia!” Lyanna exclaimed.
But Elia was already crawling out of Jon’s lap and pulling Lyanna to take her
place. Jon helped her progress lifting her easily and settling her into his
lap. The action highlighted just how strong her son had become. Only a few
years ago, Lyanna could beat him in a spar and an arm wrestle. Now, he was
better than her at swords and far stronger.
Jon’s eyes stopped her from protesting further. The way he looked at her… it
was reminiscent of how Rhaegar had looked at her when he first crowned her at
Harrenhal. His eyes were a dark indigo like his father’s, Jon shared his
father’s penchant for long pensive silences and his gaze mirrored his father’s
nearly melancholic stare sometimes but also like his father those eyes could
display a deep, near animalistic hunger.
When his lips touched hers again, it was like he was claiming her. His hands
roamed across her back, first over her robe but when they reached her sides, he
must have took the opening of her robe as an invitation because they quickly
felt along her bare skin.
Unbidden her hips rolled against his, her center desperate for friction. Jon
answered with a roll of his own hips. Soon the two of them found a frantic,
desperate rhythm. Lyanna hardly noticed when Elia slipped the robe off her
shoulders. She gasped though when her son took a firm grab of her arse, lifting
her slightly and settling her down back against his lap.
She could feel his firm length against her arse. The angle was wrong though,
Jon’s clothes trapped his shaft against his leg and she was too close to grind
down on his leg, far too enticed by his lips to break their kiss. Blessedly,
Elia reached around her hip and her fingers found her core. Briefly they dipped
into her, spreading her wetness before they settled on her clit.
As her sister wife rubbed, she whispered, “Cum for me. Cum for your wife and
son.”
Lyanna gasped and jerked uncontrollably. Jon released her lips and traced down
her neck instead. His hands still played with the globes of her arse, kneading
her cheeks. The sensations piled on until Lyanna couldn’t hold on any longer
and fell into a pit of pleasure. She squirmed on Jon’s lap as Elia slapped her
fingers against her clit.
When her orgasm was done, Lyanna collapsed against Jon, her head resting on his
shoulder. Her body felt boneless. To her delight, Jon wrapped his arms around
her and stroked her back. “You’re so beautiful, mother. The most beautiful
woman in the world.”
He tilted her head back and kissed her cheeks, her nose, her chin and then
finally her lips.
“I love you. “She whispered.
“I love you too. “Jon answered.
Elia embraced them both. “So beautiful.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
End Notes
     Hehehe, I hope you all liked it!
     There is more filth to come. Don't take this one too seriously, I'll
     be playing fast and loose with the plot and there will be a lot less
     worldbuidling here than my other stories.
     As always comments are appreciated and I am open to suggestions as
     well.
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