The “first of many” as Jon had told her fiercely. And then in the same breath blessed her. After making sure her “Sweet Robin” would be cared for, she had returned to the bed where Jon used her most of the day to slake his lusts. When the festival ended and they travelled to the Riverlands, they stay in the castle of her old father, Hoster Tully. It was time. Jon continued to fuck her with even more force now, getting deeper with every plunge, battering her abused cervix insistently. He parts from her and his mouth fonds her breasts, sucking on them and drinking down the milk meant for her firstborn, Jon’s cock growing hard as he nurses on warm milk, the same milk that would soon nourish his own offspring, feed the heir that he would make lysa mother in her womb. She didn’t know which to do when her late sister’s husband’s bastard son rode into her own late husband’s castle. Her pussy walls were spasming and gripping him so hard Jon knew that he could not last any longer.
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