Arya would always defend her brother. Always. It didn't matter one bit that he was now technically only her cousin. Jon was her brother and sibling that she loved the most in the world. He was an outcast in their family and she was too. She wasn't like her siblings, she didn't look like the rest of her family, and she most certainly didn't concur with social norms.

But she looked like Jon.

He loved her no matter what.

Jon taught her how to fight even though her mother, her father and everyone else said a Lady shouldn't wield a sword. Jon indulged her and was always there for her. That was why she wasn't going to let some little shits who thought themselves mighty for being a 'Lord' talk shit about her big brother.

She didn't look back when she left the Great Hall but she wished she did now. She wanted to see the reactions of the traitorous cunts who were plotting to remove Jon as King in favour of Sansa. Most of them didn't answer House Stark's call in their hour of need yet they have the nerve to question Jon's loyalty?

Arya Stark was truly disgusted.

Sansa had made it clear that she trusted Jon and that thought calmed Arya because had Sansa decided she wanted to betray Jon, her face may have been the next in a long list of faces she had collected.

'My lady!' she heard a voice call from behind her and she sighed before proceeding to cover her emotions with a blank mask.

'Lord Baelish' Arya said calmly as she spun around to face the Lord who caused Sansa so many problems over the years.

'Quite the speech you gave, my Lady' he said with the arrogant smirk that infuriated Arya.

'It was the truth' Arya shot back.

'The truth? Yes, I suppose it was but not everyone needs to hear the truth. The Northern loyalty cannot be split, especially right now. Jon Snow is a leader but he's not the leader the North needs'.

'What would you know of the North? Duelling Brandon Stark was probably the only link you had to the North before you came here'.

Littlefinger gritted his teeth at the insult and the reminder of facing Brandon Stark in single combat. 'Sansa Stark is the only Stark that can unite the North. You'd do well to remember that'.

Arya stalked off, having had enough with Jon being insulted to her face. She could've killed Littlefinger quite easily but then Sansa would've gotten mad at losing the support of the Vale. How stupid, she thought. We should just tell them Jon's aunt has three Dragons. Stand with us or die.

Jorah Mormont thought the Bastard of Winterfell turned trueborn son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark was incredibly reckless. To travel to the North with naught but two dragons was incredibly foolish. However, a voice inside of his head said that love makes people reckless.

He scowled at the thought. Love…I've given her everything but she does not love me. What must I do to gain her love? Jorah had told himself on the cliffs after he had spoken to the Khaleesi that he wished for her happiness even if it was with another man but now he realised that was a lie. It should be me. It's always been me.

'I came back for her. I returned to her just like she commanded me to' he whispered to himself but he hadn't realised that someone had sat down opposite of him.

'Perhaps if you rode a dragon, you might've won her heart. Or entered a fire and emerged with a new born dragon. The Queen was practically swooning when that happened'.

'Imp' Jorah growled.

'Mormont' Tyrion replied calmly. 'Take my advice. Forgot about the Queen. Jon rides both a dragon during the day and a dragon at night, between the sheets. Yo-'

'How dare you talk about the Queen like that'. Jorah's hands were digging into the wood of the table and his knuckles were turning white.

'You mean the truth?' Tyrion replied. 'Half the castle hears the Queen's moans and screams as the King fucks her'.

'Enough!' Mormont yelled as he stood up and reached over the table to grab Tyrion by the throat. He stilled though when the albino dire wolf that belonged to the King in the North made its entrance and bared it's razor sharp teeth at him.

'If you were smart, you'd sit back down, Mormont' Tyrion said in a warning tone. 'But that's never been your strong suit, has it?' The Imp smirked at him as he drank another cup of wine.

Before he could reply, Missandei entered the hall with the red dragon perched upon her shoulder. 'Lord Tyrion, Ser Jorah' Missandei said, nodding her head to the two. 'You are required in the throne room. We've spotted ships nearing the island'.

'Greyjoy?' Tyrion asked.

'Yes, my Lord. They are friendly' Missandei said.

They entered the throne room and Tyrion sat down on the throne with Dothraki and Unsullied filling the room. Missandei was beside him whilst the red dragon was still on her shoulder and the snow white dire wolf rested by her feet.

They waited for what felt like hours until the large doors finally opened.

Dorne had gathered their forces and were ready to enter the battle at a moments notice. Arianne believed that they were in the calm before the storm as each side were waiting to make the next move. She had heard of the Dragon Queen's loss of Highgarden and Arianne found it quite amusing that the so-called Conqueror was outmanoeuvred so easily. Then again, she has the Imp as her Hand, Arianne thought in amusement. The Lannister knows very little on military tactics.

She wasn't complaining though because House Tyrell and House Martell were not very friendly towards each other. No, what interests me far more was the Dragon Queen's response…and more importantly the Dragonwolf.

Word had spread that Queen Daenerys Targaryen entered the battle with the Lannister's on top of her dragon. It was impressive, no doubt and had she not heard that her cousin by marriage could also ride a dragon, then she would've contemplated seducing the Dragon Queen just so she could say that she fucked the woman who rides a dragon.

But now…now there's a far more interesting prospect for me to devour, she told herself as she licked her lips. The battle hadn't only praised the all-conquering Targaryen Queen. The White-Wolf was just as talked about and she was desperate to know about her future lover.

Everything she learned about Jon Snow made her want to meet him as soon as possible. He would not only warm her bed but he would avenge both of his families as well as her own and that was something that Arianne Martell was looking forward to.

Flying on the back of a Dragon was an experience that Dany thought only she would enjoy. She was the Last Dragon and her other two children would never know what it's like to have a rider. That was what she truly believed until Jon Snow came into her life.

He changed everything.

Everything she believed was tossed out of the window and she didn't even truly believe him until he brought Rhaenys, the dragon named after his older sister, into the world. The second that he walked out of those flames, Daenerys knew. She knew that he was her blood and deep down, she knew he was her soulmate.

Since that day, she couldn't have been happier. Jon was the love of her life. She had dreamed of him for years but only recently had the mystery face been revealed as Jon Snow. However, they were going somewhere dangerous and she would not let her happiness make her complacent.

'Jon!' she yelled but the sound of gusts of winds meant that her beloved couldn't hear her even though he was flying beside her on Rhaegal.

'JON!' she screamed and she finally got his attention. She pointed down to the ground and he understood when Drogon dived downwards before landing with a large thud. A second thud occurred a few moments later as Rhaegal landed beside her.

They both climbed down from their respective dragons. Daenerys walked towards Jon and Rhaegal, giving the green dragon a pet on his snout, before opening her mouth to speak to Jon. 'It's getting dark. I think we should stop here for the night before continuing on to Winterfell tomorrow'.

Daenerys unpacked some of the food they had brought whilst Jon went to gather wood for a fire. He never went too far in order to not worry her and before long, he returned with enough wood to last them the night. Creating a fire was so simple that Jon was envious because of the difficulties required to light a fire north of the wall.

'Dracarys' Dany said to Drogon and the monstrous black dragon ignited the wood.

Once they finished eating, they snuggled together underneath the dragons' wings in order to protect them from the light snow fall. They were in the Riverlands but winter had come. Daenerys was fascinated by the snow but it wasn't falling heavy enough to settle, so she couldn't hold it.

Her hands travelled underneath all of Jon's furs and clothing until they found his bare skin. His skin was warm to touch and she felt a jolt of desire surge through her body. Jon's arm was around her shoulder but his other arm was by his side. He lifted the free hand and titled her chin up towards him.

'Here? Now?' he asked in an amused tone.

She smirked at him and leaned up towards his ear. She bit down playfully on his earlobe before sucking on it. 'Why not?' she said. 'We're the only one's here'. She placed a number of kisses on his neck before sinking her teeth into it. She soothed the skin with her tongue which caused Jon to gasp her name loudly. 'Is that a yes, my love?'

She looked at him sweetly but he knew she was no innocent girl. His Dragon Queen was anything but. Jon didn't trust himself to answer without sounding like he was desperate for her touch, so he just nodded his consent.

Dany immediately climbed into his lap. Even with the fire and the dragons, she was not going to risk removing all of their clothes out in the open, but she did unlace his breeches quickly. She slipped her hand inside of his small clothes and found Jon's cock, hot and hard for her. She stroked his cock in a teasing manner which had him simultaneously whimpering as well as ravishing her neck with kisses that would most likely leave love bites. Thankfully Missandei packed a coat with a high neckline or I would've entered Winterfell looking well fucked by their King.

Jon hands gripped her arse and squeezed her butt appreciatively as the hand stroking his cock sped up. 'Fuck, Dany' he said as his face rested on her chest. Both she and Jon wished there was no clothing between them but that was not a risk they were willing to make, especially if they had to make a swift escape.

'I need you inside of me…I need you where you belong' Dany said.

Jon undid the ties of her breeches and pulled down it and her small clothes so that her pink cunt was visible to him. He could see just how wet she was and whilst he wanted a taste, it wasn't easy to do when they were out in the open, sitting down on a grassy terrain. When we get to Winterfell, one of the first things I'm going to do is eat her cunt.

Dany lifted herself off of him and guided his cock into her cunt. Jon hissed as she sunk down on his length and he could feel just how hot her cunt was. His fingers immediately lowered to where they were joined and began to rub her cunt.

'Oh, Jon!' she cried. 'Right there…FUCK!'

She sank down on his cock, circling her hips which elicited a delightful moan from her beloved's lips. He was still rubbing her clit and Daenerys was panting in his ear, telling him how having him inside of her felt like home. She used to think it was the house with the red door in Braavos but now she knew it was Jon and her, together as one.

'Jon, Jon, Jon, Jon, Jon, Jon, Jon, Jon, Jon!' She chanted his name each time their hips smacked together and he fucked her. The sound of the skin slapping together was all they could hear in addition to their combined moans.

Their eyes locked as Jon thrust up sharply. Dany's mouth parted but before her moan could escape her lips, Jon pressed his own against hers. She immediately allowed his tongue into her mouth and she brushed her own against his, causing both of them to moan into each other's mouths.

His thick cock filled her completely and Dany was so close to reaching her climax. His fingers were working on her clit superbly and she felt her cunt tighten impossibly tight around his thick length.

'JON! Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I'm going to cum!'

'Cum for me' he panted.

'I want you to come with me' she said, burying her face on his chest.

'I'm… right with…you, my love'.

She rode his cock at a furious pace, bouncing up and down his cock, searching for both of their releases. Her cunt quivered and clenched around his cock, milking him for his seed. She screamed his name as she felt him follow her with his own release. The dragon's roared loudly almost as if they knew their riders just finished mating. His seed was buried deep in her cunt and when his cock left her cunt, it was covered in her juices from her powerful climax.

She was slightly disappointed that she didn't get to suck his cock but their current location was the cause of that. As soon as we're alone when get to Winterfell, I'm going to fall to my knees and suck that wonderful cock of his. And then he'll return the favour and give his Lord's kiss…It should probably be called the King's kiss now.

Dany smiled to herself at the thought of what's to come when they reach the warmth of Winterfell. The Queen's kiss awaits for my love and I eagerly await the King's kiss.

'I love you' Jon mumbled tiredly.

'I love you too' she replied with a grin.

Dany wrapped her arms around his waist and she snuggled close to him. They would have to leave early so that they could reach Winterfell. She was looking forward to meeting his siblings but also a little apprehensive. However, a simple kiss to her temple for her beloved Jon eased her worries as she fell asleep in his arms.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!