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For the past day Jon spent his time with his wife to be. She had come to know her new home. In what little time they had the day came for the marriage. It derived in earnest, with the lords of the south on the way north. Everyone prepared for the marriage between the north and the south soon to commence. The walls were lined with white roses as many wore handsome tunics with stars embodied on the cuffs. The mood was altered from the previous months of woe. This marriage meant food and men from the south. All were content with the wedding.

Jon, being a soldier, was dressed in armor. Intricate designs covered the steel all over and the armor seemed like an entire encompassing beast that swallowed him. Completely useless in true combat, he thought to himself, standing before the many. He stood stoic, the thoughts of his wife arose again.

Marriage, he thought again as he finally headed to his spot in the hall. Gazing he saw it was crowded, with countless faces, most of which he recognized. His sister, Melisandre, Ser Davos, Ser Loras and his various lords and lady's. He had no time to even speak with her brother, and only now saw him on the opposite side of the hall. He tried to take in his face and his thoughts, but still found nothing. Only a man who had nothing.

Reaching his spot, he turned and felt his heart beat quicken. Once in life he thought he would never marry, that he would freeze with his brothers in black. Now he was warm, full with friends and to be married to a queen. Breaking him from his thoughts, music struck up as a small band in the corner began to play. As if on cue all present rose at once. The doors at the end of the hall opened with a yawn as the many turned and Jon's stomach tightened. Then, there she was.

Jon's heart stopped for a moment in time. A thin white gown flowed with her like wisps of air as she moved. Her skin was milky white and her hair seemed to be a tower on the top of her head, gently cascading down her back. Blue eyes looked back at him, taking stock of him as well. He could feel the scanning of his body. The steps were slow and methodical until she finally rested beside him.

Vaguely he remembered the ceremony. Those blue eyes kept him hypnotized the entire way through. He took in every detail of her face, freckles all around her nose. Her lips were thin and peach, she seemed flawless in every way. A bastard king married to a high lady of noble birth.

After the ceremony, hand in hand they walked to the feast, now married. Margery smiled to the many clapping and cheers. As they continued she leaned in close. "I'm quite nervous. So many countless eyes on us." She whispered under the noise, even as it was a lie.

"There is nothing to be nervous about. Just hold my hand. And so enough we will be alone and far from their judging eyes."

Reaching the feast the two took their seats as the food came pouring in with the wine and ale. The raucous behavior of the others occupied the room. It was a party like none Jon had ever seen. The entire feast filled the hall, never before being even half full was now packed to the brim.

Before long dancing began as many took to on the floor. Jon grabbed his wife's hand, not being one of a dancer himself, he tried his best. He stood up as Margery did the same, held his hand guiding her, traveling past many tables heading to the center of the hall where many twirled in their splendor. She brought him close as she wrapped her hand around his and he did the same feeling her soft silk dress against him. Their eyes met and Jon felt relaxed. Once they were both comfortable, she stepped onward as he stepped back, then side to side. As they danced many took notice and created a circle around them all staring at the two. The band initiated to play swifter. Many roared as he stamped his foot and slapped his hands together, many others chime to the beat all watching the king with his wife, everyone enjoying the view.

Both laughed Jon with a cheerful smile as he watched his wife. Soon everyone was laughing and shouting "king in the north." Jon was on no occasion very effective at dancing, all his life he wasn't fluent as his brother, but he had seen how it was done and spun his wife around listening to her laugh. For once he felt glee as affection for his wife flooded his mind, he knew soon it would be a war that occupied his thoughts.

He only had recognized war and fighting in a conflict, he had disremembered or he just didn't want to recall, he had forgotten what peace was, or worse even what life was without war. However that became blurred, he could forget everything, even being king when he stared at his wife spinning around the hall, laughing, her flowing hair spinning as her silk dress squeezed her form.

In the middle of the hall Margery leaned forward kissing her husband to the cheers around them. With a smile Jon led her hand in hand, it was time to consummate the marriage and led away from the feasting hall. Accompanied by jeers and shouts Jon left with his new wife in tow.

The guards left the two alone. Jon led her through the halls, her body tight with anticipation. Directing her to his room, her entire body fluttering with elation. Inside before Margery spoke she found Jon's lips mashed passionately to hers. Not so much a gentle kiss, but one filled with lust of a young man. Warmth filled her, her arms wrapped around him. With Hunger, he pulled her body to him and kissed her again. Their bodies pressed together as Margery slowly backed into the bed with Jon hands entwined around her. Their lips met tenderly, then with greater urgency as their desires began to unfurl. Their kisses were feverish, neither parting from the other. Without breaking the kiss Margery quickly worked her dress off her body as Jon did the same with his clothes.

With the clothes on the ground Jon sat down upon the bed pulling her down to meet him. "You're gorgeous." He told and she blushed.

"I can tell you like seeing me like this." Margery said while pointing at the harden cock. Their naked bodies pressed to the other, this kiss was gentle, filled with love. Just the slightest touch, like a butterfly kiss, she parted her lips, and he returned it. He inhaled deeply, drawing closer and wrapping his arms around her. And again he planted another light kiss on her lips, and another. They breathed each other in, up close and eye to eye. Hands moved up her body, feeling her soft, supple body. As Jon hands rose Margery grew silent.

"Are you okay? You're suddenly grown silent." He asked.

The all to acquainted voice seemed distant. She felt detached from her own existence. All she could focus on was the fact that she was melting unlike ever before, that she was turning into a puddle of oozing ecstasy dripping off her.

"Hey..." He took her hands in his, and her mind dissipated into mist inside her head. She was stoned from his touch, uncontrolled on an unfelt gust, flying higher than a transoceanic plane.

Yet she would not have wanted it any other way. Her eyes came to see her surroundings clearly, finding Jon. Eyes locked on the other, finding that warmth that filled her heart. Now she was sure how she felt. "I want this night, to be a night we remember, Jon." She squealed. Without thought his lips pressed to her. His strong body was against hers and he pulled her down onto the bed. She felt his hard staff poke at her. She hadn't felt this need for anyone before; her body was crying out for him. Lips locked and he slipped her over on the bed.

"Margery," He reached for her hand and kissed it.

Their tongues interlaced into each other and she learned quickly. She stuck her tongue deeper and sucked on his tongue. She wrapped her arms around him. His naked body swept her into the submission. She caressed his soft strong back and slide her hand down to his stomach and felt his abs. Jon's grip tightened on her breasts, like holding on for dear life. He buried his head in her hair. And then, again, his whole mind began to shake. Not a trembling like before, but great violent fits.

And, as if moving in sympathy, Margery felt her own body begin to tighten. Building. Shaking in time with Jon. Margery started shaking with him. Tried to hold her body in control. The more he built, she built. The more she tried to hold still, the more her body began to overwhelm her.

Then they both froze. The world seemed to go silent. "I don't want this moment to end, Jon." They knew what they were doing and what they were about to do. "Lie down." She told and shifted around, now atop of him. Jon laid down as Margery stared at him, moving down his body trailing his body with gentle kisses. With his head on the pillow he watched his wife staring up at him. Those same eyes he knew.

Margery stopped, his hard cock staring up at her, she leaned forward planting a sweet, wet kiss on the tip of his cock, then lips encircling the head, light suction slurping into her mouth. She looked up at him, tucking her hair behind her ears with her free hand, eyes shining with love and lust and playfulness.

Her mouth descended on his cock. Margery's lips widening as his cock disappeared between them. Warmth and wetness enveloped his hardness. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his cock. Her hand lightly griped the base of his cock and gently tugged at him, while her blue eyes lock with his and Jon groaned feeling the tightness.

Slowly she dragged herself off his length, revealing saliva slickened flesh, until only the head remained between her plush lips. Her tongue washed over his cockhead and she moaned, a low hum that reverberates along the length of his cock. His cockhead bumped against the back of her mouth and she paused, sucking lightly.

Margery's slim fingers continue to glide up and down his exposed length, gentle but urgent, until she began to swallow him once more.

Jon admired the way the effort she made to take as much of him as possible. He looked down, enjoying the way her breasts sway with each movement, how her back arched and raised her taught, delectable backside up into the air. He settled for putting his hands on her shoulder and gently kneading in encouragement. He moved his hips a little, thrusting into her mouth. She adjusted her grip and her posture to his movement, never missing a beat, still gently jacking and sucking him.

After long quiet moments where the only sound in the room is soft sucking noises and the creak of the bed, Margery released him. She lashed his cockhead with her tongue and she kissed his cock beneath the helmet and nuzzled him with her cheek.

"I want you now, my husband." She punctuates her raunchy confession with kisses along his length, stormy eyes watching him for a reaction.

She pressed her nose against his abdomen and licks the base of his cock, trailing her tongue down to his balls. She proceeded to suck one testicle and then the other into her warm, wet mouth. She released him with the wet smack of lips and trails more kisses up his length.

Margery smiled shyly. Her warm mouth retreated quicker up the length of his shaft at his head. She teased it with her tongue, giving it licks all the while she brought her hands to stoke the base with a skin tight seal. She worked her way back down his penis, sucking hard as her pace was swift. The pleasure shot through Jon like a rocket. Picking her pace she felt his cock go rigid and build.

Anticipating his release, Jon sensed it as well coming until he was brought over the edge. She engulfed his concrete dick and allowed it to push into the depths of her throat. Ensure she kept it encased. Her throat moving all the way to the base until he grew rigid.

The initial rope of cum shot directly into her, running down her throat. Swallowing it down the next rope caught her off guard. With a gulp, she had trouble but downed it. Another came coating her as before searing her. She was ready for the intense rope after burning her. Pushing on until the following and last load was down and his body rested.

Leaning back with a pop, the two laid. Jon laid their, with her soft breasts on his skin. He slowly flipped her over with him on top. Reaching down, her hand closed around his hard cock. He just barely placed his cock in her twat, causing her to suck in her breath. As slow as possible pushed on. His head came in contact with her soaking pussy bringing out a loud, lurid moan from her. Gradually she took him with time, the pain unbelievable, the head pushing into her pussy, as he slowly slide in and out of her tight pussy, feeling him.

Jon placed his lips to hers, "I want you too."

Her heart practically beat out of her chest, Margery wouldn't have traded the experience for anything. As his hard cock slid in and out, the heat started building even more and spread all through her, the intense pleasure she ever had felt from intercourse.

Her spirit felt a freedom she had never known. Pushing back against him, she reacted to his thrust. Her actions served to encourage Jon and she felt him let go a little. He got a little faster, he pushed into her a little harder, a little deeper. The sensation built and became hotter and hotter. The timing of her breathing gradually matched his thrusts.

"Um, oh Jon." she softly dug her nails into his back. The heat of passion had increased in intensity, spreading from between her legs up to her belly, to her breasts, neck and face. It traveled down her legs and she felt her toes curl. Her body reacted and she matched him thrust for thrust. "Yes — yes — yes." he was trying different angles. This kind of pleasure was foreign to her and she clenched her teeth together as his cock slid against her clit.

Jon was experienced as she found. Being with another person that wanted her there was an incredible feeling. Jon thrust into her with intensity. Her warm, wet walls hugged him and accepted his cock. Building inside Jon was bliss instantaneously with Margery, as he didn't think anymore. The tight walls suffocated his shaft pleasingly, his pace quicker now. Reaching up he wrapped an arm around his lover and buried his mouth in her breasts, licking, kissing and sucking. Nibbling lightly on one of her nipples she gave a small squeal of surprise as he gave her the fucking she deserved. He sought to drown in her, fucking with intensity, the bed banging against the wall.

Then he began to slide his face down to her neck, softly pecking her and tracing her arm. He continued laying soft pecks on her left arm working his way down to her hand.

Over time Jon had almost no control, and grew more erratic as she didn't want him to hold back any longer. "Give it to me, don't hold back. I want you too."

Jon couldn't have held back anymore anyway. It had felt incredible inside her body. He slammed into her. She clenched the sheets with her fists as her body arched. Her pussy grabbed at him each and every thrust trying to hold him in and not let him go. Intensifying the pace of their movements. A steady stream of moans began to come from her, and she rocked her hips in perfect rhythm with his deep, firm thrusts, sweat covering their bodies.

"Ah ... AH ... AHH!" she burst out with the forceful thrusts before she bit her lip to keep her silence. At the same time, the slapping sound of his hips on her ass combined with the wet sloppy sounds of his cock working her pussy. Harder, faster and deeper, she wanted it and he gave it to her. Movements of both husband and wife were becoming fitful and irregular. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies joining. Margery wanted to give and receive something wonderful. "Cum for me." She felt his cock swelling and hardening as her own orgasm was forming.

Jon was sliding in and out of Margery and it was like no other experience in his life. Suddenly all of the pent up feelings released for both of them as his cock exploded inside of her. "I'm Cumming!" His balls let go of everything. Hot cum shot out of him with force as her entire body lit up, eyes closed and pussy tightened. Her orgasm causing waves of pleasure.

A lurid groan and a hard thrust she knew he was cumming. She whimpered with a shaky breath as the tightness she felt inside suddenly snapped, her entire body was on fire, she was quivering from head to toe, and inside, deep inside was Jon releasing his cum, she was glowing. Margery had an epiphany in those moments as Jon finished and released his cum. Deep inside of her, Margery felt him twitching and pulsating. She held onto Jon for dear life as her orgasm shot waves of pleasure all through her. One of the most powerful things her body had ever experienced started at her pussy and rocketed to every part of her. On and on it continued and she could feel her pussy muscles contracting around his cock.

After the orgasm her brain couldn't tell how long it lasted a few seconds or several hours. She finally did come down enough to release the grasp her arms and legs had him in. Gradually she appreciated that he was showering her with kisses and telling her how much he loved her and Margery couldn't help but smile under this man's love. Unlike her previous husbands she returned his kisses. Sometime afterwards Jon slid off of her and they lay side by side, arm in arm, sharing in feelings of warmth and serenity. Finally she mumbled, "I know you want me all night long." She was saying it to herself as well as to Jon.