Playing the Game (Game of Thrones)

With her curly dark locks already in his hand, it’s the work of moments to gather them the rest of the way up into a tight ponytail. Bellegere winces a little as he does so, blinking up at him in confusion and worry, afraid that she’s done something to upset him, but clearly not sure what that was. Regardless, Jon has spent some time mulling over her words and her actions, taken nominally for his benefit but in secret without telling him.
 
… He finds he doesn’t like it. Any of it. He doesn’t like that Bellegere did what she did without consulting him first… and he also doesn’t like that she’s made sure not to get pregnant from his seed. She should be well enough along by now, and the draconic presence Jon has come to terms with is roaring in anger inside of him, like it’s been cheated or stolen from in some way. He may have been raised a bastard, but he was not a bastard… and none of his children will ever be bastards either. At least not in his eyes… and not in the eyes of the Dothraki he now rules over either if he has anything to say about it.
 
“Bellegere… from now on, you will cease all such herbal remedies you’ve been taking to prevent my seed from quickening in your womb. Am I understood?”
 
The Black Pearl’s eyes go wide at that, and she quickly averts her gaze, even though it’s difficult with how he’s holding her by her hair right now and forcing her head to tilt backwards so he can stare down at her. His throbbing, pulsing, saliva-covered cock is still hanging in the air just a couple of inches from her beautiful features, ready to take its place between her lips once more. But first, they NEED to have this talk, apparently. It’s long overdue.
 
“I… I… o-of course, my King. Do you mean to… to breed me?”
 
Jon doesn’t even have to mull that one over. He nods once, decisively, a motion that Bellegere catches out of the corner of her eye.
 
“I do.”
 
… It’s rather amusing, watching the Black Pearl, one of the seven Titled Courtesans of Braavos, blush like a virgin maiden. Her face flushes and red covers her features, slowly descending past her jawline and down her neck, to the top of her chest and even her full and supple breasts.
 
“I-If that is my King’s will… w-who am I to deny him?”
 
The part of Jon that is a dragon agrees. Especially given that Bellegere had been secretly denying him for months now, all the time they’d been together in fact. But Jon is also a man, and a man with a rational, logical mind at that. He can tell that Bellegere never intended to hurt him with her actions… in fact, it was the exact opposite. On top of it likely being a common practice for women of her profession to drink such herbal remedies, she clearly did not want to upset the line of succession or make problems for him in the future, once she found out exactly who and what he truly was.
 
At the end of the day, however, it was Jon’s choice to make… or so the dragon in his heart claimed. Yes, he deserved a voice… but so did Bellegere, did she not. Rather than putting the woman’s mouth back around his cock, rather than face fucking the Black Pearl into submission and then bending her over and railing her to a second completion, Jon uses his grip on Bellegere’s hair to yank her up off of the ground. He’s gentle enough about it to make sure nothing is torn from her scalp, but firm enough to draw a light yelp from her lips, even as he draws her onto his lap and sits her on his knee.
 
Her hand quickly takes hold of his cock as she perches there on his leg, and she strokes and squeezes his member, biting her lower lip and staring at it rather than looking at him. She really does look small right now, for all that she’s one of the womanliest women that Jon has ever had the pleasure of meeting or lying with.
 
For his part, he allows her to fondle and play with his cock, he allows her to keep him hard and ready for action. Meanwhile, Jon’s hand makes its way under Bellegere’s loose dress and betwixt her thighs. His fingers reach her cunt, and he finds his digits taking on an exploratory role. She’s wet, of course, but frankly, she’s always wet for him. The gorgeous tanned courtesan has a knack for growing wet from even giving head, her pussy always willing and ready for him within moments of entering his presence.
 
Alas, that alone will not be enough to tell Jon if Bellegere is on board with this… he’s going to have to be upfront and forthright in his query. So, as he fingers her and she in turn strokes his member, Jon catches Bellegere’s eye and refuses to let her look away, locking gazes with her most effectively.
 

“You would be our child’s mother, Bellegere. That’s who you would be.”
 
Blinking dumbly, clearly a little lost, Bellegere makes the cutest questioning noise in the back of her throat, causing Jon to quirk up one corner of his mouth in a smile.
 
“You asked me, if this was my will, then who were you to deny me. But you are also a part of this. You would become a mother if I were to impregnate you. The mother of my child… possibly even my children. And since it takes two to create life, I would seek your counsel, I would seek your commitment.”
 
Pulling his fingers from her lower lips, Jon initially means to bring them up to her chin so that he can tuck them under it and lift it up for what he was to say next. But of course, he is currently holding a Titled Courtesan of Braavos on his lap. Whether she does it intentionally or simply can’t help herself, Bellegere manages to catch his slippery, dripping fingers in her mouth before they even make it all the way to her chin, her head dipping down so she can take hold of them and suckle them clean.
 
Her eyes remain fixed on his eyes the entire time, and Jon stares, already fairly certain he knows her answer after something like that. But still, when she’s done he places his spit-cleaned fingers under her chin all the same and levels her gaze once more with his.
 
“Bellegere Otherys… will you do me the pleasure of carrying my child? Will you accept my seed within you, allow me to breed you, and grow heavy with my babe in your belly?”
 
Eyes wide, pupils dilated, Bellegere beams.
 
“Y-Yes… please, there’s nothing I want more!”
 
Tossing her arms around his neck, she initiates the kiss. Jon kisses her right back though, wrapping his own arms around her body. Then, angling them both backwards, he lets Bellegere fall onto the bed as well as lets her take him with her, until she’s on her back and he’s on top of her. They makeout for several long moments, their tongues intertwining, while at the same time Jon’s hands are busy, moving all over Bellegere’s body.
 
He tugs and pulls and ultimately tears at her loose dress until it’s bunched up and mostly off of her. Then, he disengages from her lips and yanks it over her head, ultimately tossing the offending garment between him and her gorgeous body aside. With her naked and willing beneath him, Jon and the dragon in his breast are in agreement in this moment… it’s time to do what should have been done ages ago. It’s time to breed this gorgeous woman with her traces of dragon’s blood deep inside of her.
 
His hands grip strongly at Bellegere’s tanned thighs, and he yanks her legs apart and up and to the sides. She gasps, spreading herself open for him willingly with one hand while the other yanks a breast up to her own mouth for her to suckle and nibble at. She looks to him like a strange sort of paradoxical creature. At one instance, she feels almost innocent in her anticipation and trepidation, like she’s never done this before. At the other, it’s incredibly obvious she has, and that she’s more than happy to do it again.
 
Even knowing she’s spent much of her life as a courtesan, even knowing that this is far from the first time he’s fucked her, Jon can’t help but feel like it’s all new, as he slides into Bellegere again. His cock fills her warm, wet cunt with ease, spreading her pussy lips wide and stretching out her inner walls in a most satisfying manner that has Bellegere moaning wantonly around the nipple in her mouth.
 
She truly does look delectable right now, as he begins slowly sliding in and out of her. It almost feels like their first time together all over again. And in a way, it is… it’s their first time purposefully trying to create life. With that in mind, Jon can’t hold himself back for long. Soon enough, he’s leaning forward and grabbing hold of Bellegere’s other breast, placing his mouth around the nipple, and circling it with his tongue.
 
At the same time, his free hand moves around to cup the tanned courtesan’s ass cheek, holding her close to him as he begins to fuck her, grunting properly and truly into her breast, his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. He’s not just fucking her; he’s planning on spilling his seed inside of her. And not just because it feels amazing to spill his essence inside of a woman, but because he wants to knock her up. He wants to breed Bellegere just like he bred Daenerys. Fuck, he wants a million children, as many as he can possibly create.
 
That’s… the dragon speaking, Jon is fairly sure. Even as he loses himself in the Black Pearl’s body once more, even as he takes his pleasure from her gorgeous form while in turn giving her pleasure, he can tell that it’s the draconic instincts buried deep inside of him that are egging him on, spurring him forward. It’s strange… but also not unwanted? This desire to spread his seed far and wide, to become a father to many, many sons, and daughters… he’s not against it. Even if perhaps it’s a slightly alien desire, even if his upbringing would cause him to lean away from it, normally…
 
Nothing is normal anymore, in the end. Nothing about his life since he’d left Winterfell behind had been in any way, shape, or form ‘normal’. It’d been one bout of insanity after another, either his own insanity, or the insanity of others. Or even the insanity of the world at large, to be frank. So yeah, maybe it wasn’t normal for Jon to want a lot of children, given his own upbringing and history and the customs of Westeros.
 
He didn’t give two flying shits what was normal anymore. And maybe that was part of what being a leader was. Maybe being a leader, be it a Khal or a King or what have you, was about changing the very definition of what ‘normal’ was. If he was in charge now, if he was already doing his level best to change the Dothraki and their way of doing things, then why not change this too?
 
Burying himself in the crook of Bellegere’s neck, Jon cums inside of her. He cums inside of her, like he’s done so many damn times before. But this time, he knows for certain, deep in his soul, that this will take. Bellegere will not use her herbal remedies, because he has told her not to. She will let his seed sit within her womb and take root, because they both want a child to be born from this coupling.
 
Jon isn’t going to stop here. He’s going to take the world by storm, one way or another. He’s going to end slavery among the Dothraki… and he’s going to end the discrimination and prejudice against bastards among the Westerosi. He’ll make them listen. If they won’t bend, he’ll break them. He’s sick and tired of the way things are, he realizes. The world… it’s wrong. And he thinks maybe he’s the only one that can make it right. One way or another, Jon isn’t going to give up. Not until he’s changed the world for the better.
 
“… Again, my King?”
 
Looking down into Bellegere’s eyes to see the courtesan smiling up at him even as she wraps her arms around his neck and clenches her cunt around his cock in a way that has him growing hard again in moments, Jon chuckles and focuses on the task at hand for the time being.
 
“… Yes, again.”
 
And again, it is, the two of them going at it for the rest of the night as Jon makes absolute certain that he’s bred the Black Pearl with his seed.
 
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Of course, now that the Dothraki are his… what is he to do? He’s consolidated the remaining rebel khalasars under his banner at this point. All who walk and ride across the Great Grass Sea know that the Stallion Who Mounts the World now rules in Vaes Dothrak. The Dothraki would follow him if he decided to go to Westeros at this time. Braavos would fund him.
 
But is he ready to go back, just yet? When there’s so much slavery left on Essos? He could always return to Essos later… and he would return, there was no doubt about that. In the end, Jon had to decide which continent deserved his attention first. On the one, the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros were at war. On the other, the practice of slavery, long forbidden in Jon’s homeland, was still alive and well.
 
Westeros, or Essos? Westeros… or Essos.

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