Snow

The winterfell air was cold on Jons skin, bare and naked in his bed. He was restless and tired and yet sleep would not find him. He tossed and turned trying ever position but nothing worked. Finally, desperate, he closed his eyes so tight it hurt and said a prayer to any god that was listening, begging for help.

When his eyes reopened the night sky surrounded his bed and the stone walls that had protected him moments ago had disappeared, leaving him vulnerable. He shot up in fear and confussion.

For only a second his heart throbbed anxiously as panic flooded his veins. But just as soon as it had come, it left and a calming presence overcame him, as if a spell had been cast to bring him ease.

“Jon Snow,” a soothing female voice bellowed around him. It should've have terrified him but as he searched for its source he felt almost warmed by it. “You have been chosen”

at the foot of his bed, a woman appeared. She was short in height and heavy chested and Jon could've sworn he could literally see through her. He must be dreaming.

“Chosen?” He murmered

“Yes boy, chosen.” She smirked and slowly marched towards him. Suddenly aware of his nakedness, Jon retreated and tried to cover his crotch with his bed furs.

He couldnt help but stare at her. She wasnt clothed. Her tits were like none he had ever seen and her skin was pure like snow. He felt his cock harden beneath The fur.

She laughed. “Dont hide him,” she climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, bearing down on Jon like a wolf. “Thats why I'm here”

A shiver climbed his spine and a smile crept warily across his face. “Who are you?”

“The men of my time called me Shiera, love” she crawled further, until her face met his. She pulled the fur away and planted her soft arse on his lap. His cock rose to meet her and it brushed against her stomach. “I'm here to grant you a gift”

He tried to speak but her hand rose to silence him “Dont. Dont bother. You have nothing of worth to say. Your heritage will be revealed to you soon enough. The name of your mother and what it means for you. You may well be the most important man to ever live. And in that, i have decided to bestow upon you an ancient power most men would slaughter millions to obtain. The power of ultimate pursuasion.”

He didnt really understand what she was talking about.

“I know you dont understand, love, but you will” she planted her hands on his firm chest, and raised her cunt above his hard cock. 

Jon's heart began to race, and with a breathy voice he tried to say something, but he had nothing to say.

With a smile on her beautiful face, she hovered for a moment, observing him, before planting herself down on his mast. She reached the tip and pressed down until Jon was all the way inside her.

Jon awoke in his bed as the sun creeped through his window. Saliva was falling from the corner of his mouth and he felt stickiness in his furs. What a strange dream.