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Chapter 4
A/N We start this chapter pretty much right where we left off, with Gendry having suggested to Dany that she marry Jon, and the repercussions of that. I hope this last(ish) chapter (see end notes) is everything you guys hoped it would be. As promised, this is the Jon x Dany and Dany x Gendry endgame chapter and all tags not ticked off in previous chapters will be ticked off here (also, some tags were added because…reasons).
POV bounces around between mostly Dany and Jon but Gendry’s thoughts pop up as well. Hope it’s not too confusing for you guys.
This may or may not be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written. Also, Gendry and Jon are a LOT more bisexual in this than I had originally planned. But I make no apologies. Enjoy!
Jon paced back and forth in Gendry’s solar, not wanting to meet his or Dany’s gaze. This was madness. This was stupid. This was… exactly what I wanted. Dany would be his. For all the world to see. In name. In heart. Yet he knew, even if he were to agree to this, she wouldn’t be all his. Because Jon couldn’t give her all that she needed.
“You do realize that if you don’t do this, you put her at risk,” Gendry began again and Jon shut his eyes, praying for patience. “More people already know than’s wise. Your secret won’t stay that way for long. And when the rest of Westeros finds out, it will only be a matter of time before the high lords demand a King for the Seven Kingdoms rather than a Queen. ”
“I know,” Jon started.
“What happens when I pass a law the high lords don’t like?” Dany asked him and Jon ground his teeth together. “What happens when I impose a tax on them meant to benefit the lowest born in the Seven Kingdoms? You know as well as I do, what desperate men will do when you do what you think is right, and they disagree.”
Automatically Jon’s hand shot to the scar above his heart, both Gendry’s and Dany’s eyes following the movement.
“Do you want that for her?” Gendry asked without specifying what he meant. He didn’t need to. Suddenly an image came to Jon’s mind, of Dany on the ground, lying in a pool of her own blood, dagger sticking out of her heart. His dagger. Because if anyone killed her in order to put him on the throne, it would be as if he’d done the deed himself. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He couldn’t let that happen.
“But I can’t—” His eyes shot to Gendry. He didn’t want to talk about this in front of him. It was none of his business. But Daenerys spoke before he could find his words again.
“I’m not asking anything of you other than your name. It would be a marriage of political convenience. Nothing more.” His heart ached at the sadness in her voice. Months ago, he had dreamed of marrying her and it had been a happy prospect. He never wanted this. For either of them. And yet.
“But I will have a true marriage,” Daenerys said suddenly, both Jon’s and Gendry’s eyes snapping to hers.
“Dany we—” Jon started but she cut him off, turning to Gendry.
“I once thought to myself that there are two men in the world I could trust, if I could find them,” Dany began, heart pounding. She had done this once before, made such an offer once before, put her heart on the line once before, and been rejected. Would Gendry be the same? Or would he be everything she needed him to be? “The three heads of the dragons. Three against the world, like Aegon and his sisters. I still believe that, and what’s more, I think I’ve found them.”
They both stared at her a moment, the same dumbfounded look on their faces. She knew neither of them had been expecting it, but she had been thinking on it long and hard the last few weeks. It was clear from their short time at Storm’s End the kind of loyalty Gendry had inspired. According to all who had known him, he was the spitting image of Robert Baratheon. It made sense they were all so quick to accept him, especially knowing he held favor with her. Marrying him would not only satisfy her in bed and heart, it would also put to rest any lingering grumblings about the former reign of House Baratheon and all those who had been loyal to it.
Then there was Jon. Her bastard-not-bastard-secret-nephew-Northerner. He held the loyalty of the entire true North, wildlings and Northmen alike. Because of his extended family, held ties to the Riverlands and Vale as well. And, she wasn’t so clueless as to be oblivious to the talk about them amongst the high lords… well, mostly ladies. His performance in the Tourney and behavior with her at the feast afterward solidified it. Despite his outward bastard name, the people romanticized them. Were writing poems and songs and stories already, though they were not even betrothed. A marriage to Jon not only had its political benefits but social as well.
Whatever was necessary to keep the people happy… And maybe, just maybe, over time and a happy marriage, Jon could be won back to her bed, be hers in name, spirit, and body, as she thought they were meant to be.
She waited many long moments, heart pounding as she stared at the two of them. Finally she could take no more of the bemused tilts of their eyebrows and opening and closing of their mouths as if they wanted to say something, but couldn’t quite find the words. “I’m asking you both to take my hand in marriage,” Dany said bluntly, as if explaining the concept to small children. “I need you both at my side. If we are to break the wheel, we do it together. I—I can’t do this without you.” Her eyes flitted to Jon and her heart swelled with something like hope when he finally nodded. “Either of you.” She looked to Gendry and he smiled.
“I’m yours,” he agreed.
“We’re each other’s now,” Dany corrected, taking Jon’s hand in one of hers—a lump forming in her throat when he did not pull away from her—and taking Gendry’s hand in the other.
She was theirs and they were hers.
The three heads of the dragon.
The wedding ceremony in the now leveled meadow that would soon become the new Great Sept of King’s Landing, was quick and scandal free. Everyone in the city who could pack themselves into the space where the old Sept of Baelor once stood was welcome to bear witness to the union.
Dany thought she heard a few whisperings about being a greedy whore but she didn’t care. There was no one left to challenge her rule or reconquer the kingdom. It was all hers now. And so were Jon and Gendry.
During the feast, she couldn’t help but notice the way Gendry seemed eager to leave the festivities and Jon seemed eager to stay. But she didn’t care what either of them wanted at the moment. It was her wedding day. And this evening, things would go her way.
They ate and danced and drank for as long as it pleased her, and when rumblings began about a bedding she quickly signaled for Grey Worm and his Unsullied to deal with the drunken lords in as quiet and unnoticeable a manner as possible. She would not be manhandled by strangers and humiliated in front of her people.
Once the festivities had reached that joyous level of fun where inhibitions were blissfully lowered but everyone was still able to stand on their own two feet, Daenerys thanked them all for coming, invited them to continue the celebrations, and departed with both her husbands’ hands held tight in hers.
She knew what the rest of them were thinking. That she would have them both tonight, Jon and Gendry. One after the other. Perhaps both at the same time. She would have liked either of those options, if they were offered to her. But there was still the issue of Jon. The closer she got to her bedchamber of the Red Keep, the more she felt him dragging his feet, felt his hand gripping hers looser and looser. He wanted to bolt. But she would make sure that didn’t happen.
“I have gifts for you both,” she started, as they turned down a final hallway to her chambers. “My wedding gifts to you.” She stopped walking for a moment. “Come and see?” In the end, she wanted it to be Jon’s choice if he came to her chambers tonight. If he didn’t want to be there, she would let him leave. But she so wanted him to choose to stay.
“Of course,” Gendry said without hesitation, giving her hand an extra squeeze. She smiled at him and sighed in gratitude. No matter what happened, she knew she could always count on him to be there. To want her. To love her. And that kind of eagerness and reassurance was a heady thing. She turned to Jon, brows raised in question.
Finally he sighed, gifted her with a small half-smile, chanced a quick glance at Gendry, then spoke. “Perfect time for us to give you our gift as well, then,” he agreed and took the initiative to lead the three of them into her room. Dany’s heart pounded the entire way.
“Jon,” Dany began, grabbing the small package sitting on the little table in her solar and handing it to him. “For you, husband.” He bent and let her kiss him on the cheek as he took the gift out of her hands and her stomach fluttered.
“Gendry.” He stepped forward next and Dany collected his present from the small table as well. “Happy wedding day, husband.”
“And a happy wedding night,” he murmured so that only she could hear. He took the gift in one hand and her face in the other, bringing her lips to his. She always loved the way he was so free and generous with his affection. If she wanted it, he would give it and gladly so. She hoped that generosity would continue after she proposed the kind of wedding night she envisioned in her mind, but nodded silently anyway.
They both opened their gifts eagerly, no doubt curious as to what she could have given them. When both gifts were revealed however, she couldn’t help the smirk that came to her face at their bemused, if not slightly disappointed, smiles. “Well, try them on then,” she encouraged and her smile widened as they both turned to one another and shrugged.
Placing the golden antler crown upon his head, Gendry turned back to her. “How do I look, love?”
“Like a King,” she told him simply. He merely shook his head and smiled.
“Prince,” he corrected. “That’s what we agreed would be best.”
“A Prince then.”
She turned to Jon expectantly and he finally placed the silver circlet on his head, the longsword spikes catching in the candlelight as he did so. She had wanted it to resemble the old crown of the Kings in the North, but also wanted it to feel new and fresh. Hence the silver.
“Well?” Jon asked simply.
“Perfect,” Dany breathed.
“Perfect,” Gendry sighed loudly stripping the golden crown off his own head. “Can we give you our gift now?” Much to her surprise, Jon chuckled goodnaturedly and took his crown off with a relieved sigh as well.
“We designed it together, if you can believe it,” he explained, taking Gendry’s proffered crown and placing them both atop Dany’s chest of drawers. Gendry then bent on all fours and reached underneath her bed.
“You hid my wedding gift under my bed?” she asked, amused.
“When are you ever down here?” Gendry asked, pulling out what Dany knew immediately to be a sword of some kind, though it was wrapped in a white linen cloth so she could not see its design.
“We thought you might look a little more intimidating to the lords of the realm if you held court with this strapped to your hip,” Jon explained. Gendry held it up for her and she slowly unwrapped it, wondering just what in the world she would do with a sword. But if it came from them, and it came from their hearts, she would still treasure it. Even if she had no idea how to use it.
“Oh my—” It was Valyrian steel, that much was clear at first glance. The blade was dark as smoke and mesmerizing with its thousands of ripples. The hilt, however… Dany’s throat tightened as she ran her thumb over the onyx dragon head in the center of the incredibly decorative guard. The other two dragons, jade and ivory, sat on either side of the black.
“Do we need to teach you how to hold it?” Jon asked with a smirk. Dany pursed her lips together to hide a smile but when they looked at her expectantly and she did nothing, Gendry sighed. He took her hand in his and placed it on the grip, adjusting her fingers and thumb.
“Now lift it up,” Gendry encouraged, moving behind her and supporting her arm with his own. When he kicked her feet apart with his, she blushed slightly, remembering another time when he had stood behind her doing the exact same thing. Her blush deepened as he planted his hands on her hips and pivoted them to where they apparently needed to be. And when he pressed his hard cock against the cleft of her arse, she knew she hadn’t been imagining how sensually the movements mimicked other activities.
As Gendry leaned in to brush a kiss under her ear, her eyes shot to Jon, whose eyes shot to the door. No! He couldn’t leave!
“I’ll put this in the sheath, shall I?” Jon asked and she noticed him wince at his choice of words. Still, he took the sword from her and busied himself with the leather sheath that had been wrapped up with the sword, and Gendry continued pressing ever closer to her.
“Dany,” he murmured in her ear, and she knew it was a plea for them to begin their wedding night. Something she desperately wanted to begin as well. But her way. And her way did not involve Jon leaving.
She watched him set the sword atop her chest of drawers in front of his and Gendry’s new crowns and his eyes met hers briefly before flitting to the door again. He opened his mouth to say something but disentangled herself from Gendry and was in front of him before he could get a word out.
“Stay,” Dany said quietly, making both men jump. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gendry gawking at her, but she kept her focus on Jon. “Stay,” she said again, her voice barely above a whisper. A plea.
“Dany,” Jon growled, as if angry that she tempted him so. But she wasn’t trying to tempt him. She loved him. She just wanted him near. It was their wedding night too, after all. And it wasn’t as if what she was asking was entirely outside the realm of acceptability, given all she knew Jon did behind closed doors. Behind her and Gendry’s closed doors.
“You can sit there,” she pointed to the chair in front of her dressing table, clarifying what she meant, the unspoken meaning hanging between them. You can watch.
Jon couldn’t help but inwardly smirk at the way Baratheon’s face lit up in shock. He thought he would get her alone for their wedding night. But what Gendry didn’t know was that he had never had Dany alone. Jon was always there, on the other side of a tent canvas, standing outside a bedroom door or the other side of a wall. Jon always knew when Gendry had his wife. And Dany always knew Jon was listening.
But Jon had never watched before. Not counting that first time he had discovered them in the stables. And he had only caught the very end. She’s my aunt. He shouldn’t watch his aunt get fucked on their wedding night. Then again he probably shouldn’t listen to his aunt get fucked either, but he had done it numerous times. Had gotten off on it numerous times. He was so bad.
Dany raised her eyebrows, prompting him to react, to answer her, her face a rare mixture of vulnerability and control. She loved him. He knew. Even if she loved Gendry as well now, she still loved Jon. And she wanted him to stay. So Jon would stay.
Jon looked to the chair she had indicated and nodded, not failing to notice the way Baratheon’s eyebrows shot up. She’s mine too, Jon wanted to tell him. But at the same time, he also knew he didn’t have to. Gendry knew.
“Let me take your armor off? Get you comfortable?” Dany offered and Jon nodded again, allowing her to guide him about the room while she ordered Gendry, “Pour our husband and I some wine, will you love? And a cup for yourself, of course.” Gendry’s nostrils flared but he complied while Dany began untying all the bits of Jon’s leathers.
“You still remember how,” Jon couldn’t help but comment, his lips quirking to the side. Dany rolled her eyes but when they settled, downcast, her brows furrowed.
“It hasn’t been that long, has it?” she asked him quietly so that only he would hear the sadness in her voice. He didn’t reply, so she just continued removing his armor in silence.
When Jon was finally down to his breeches and tunic, Gendry came over with their three glasses of fine arbor gold. “To our union,” he toasted and Dany smiled, clinking glasses with her husbands, repeating Gendry’s words. “To our union.”
As Dany pulled the wine glass away from her lips, Gendry descended, pulling her to him and kissing her, sweetly at first, then with more force. Demanding. Possessive. As if she were his. But then again, Jon had to remind himself that she was. She was both of theirs.
Dany pulled away from Gendry to take his wine glass and set it with hers on the dressing table. But she didn’t immediately go back to him. She approached Jon next, a look in her eye Jon was long familiar with, but now filled his gut with guilt. We can’t.
I know. He didn’t know how he knew that she understood his thoughts; he just did. She knew they couldn’t. So, sighing sadly, Dany merely cupped one cheek in her hand, and stood on tiptoes to kiss the other, her lips only lingering a moment longer on his skin than was necessary. Jon let out a shuddering breath. He was doing the right thing. He knew it. Didn’t he?
As Dany turned to walk away, Jon couldn’t help but reach out and grab her arm, pulling her back to him. Baratheon stiffened. Dany gaped at him. But Jon just held her chin between his fingers, touching his lips to her forehead. When he pulled away, he gave her a single nod before taking his seat and he knew Dany understood.
He’s giving us his blessing. Dany would never understand Jon, his ability to listen to her and Gendry, to get off listening to her and Gendry, and yet be repulsed by the idea of actually making love to her himself. What kind of moral code was that? Surely if he thought the old gods would smite him for incest, they’d smite him for pleasuring himself to the idea of it, wouldn’t they?
But it didn’t matter. Jon was determined to make himself a cuck and this was Dany’s wedding night. And she still had one husband who had no problem touching her, kissing her, enjoying her body as she enjoyed his. So Dany turned to Gendry then, wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to pick her up and carry her to their bed.
Gendry hadn’t known how roused having an audience would make him, but as he settled himself between Dany’s legs to kiss her lips and down her throat, he couldn’t help tilt his head to look Jon’s way, and the look in Jon’s eyes made his cock twitch hard in his trousers. Gods. He thought he may even finish before he got inside his wife. This was madness.
But at the same time, it didn’t really matter. Dany was a Targaryen. Jon was a Targaryen. Gendry even had some Targaryen blood in him on his father’s side. We’re all mad here. He was sure that’s what their subjects thought. At the audacious new Queen greedily taking two husbands upon winning her throne. Yet it suited her. Dany planned on breaking the wheel, she had told him, and she would need all the help she could get. In the throne room as well as the bedroom.
Seeing Gendry watch Jon out of the corner of his eye as he tore her dress down below her tits and sucked a nipple into his mouth did funny things to Dany. Though she had no idea what was going on in either of her husbands’ minds, she found she liked imagining their silent conversation with one another. Suck her hard, Jon would say, she likes it when you suck her hard. And Gendry would say, Like this Jon? Am I doing a good job, Jon?
“Gendry,” Dany groaned when he slipped his fingers down between the wetness of her folds. He was always so good with his hands. The perks of marrying and bedding a blacksmith. But the pull of her other husband’s gaze was too great and when Dany locked eyes with him, she found herself whispering his name as well.
“Jon,” she mouthed and Jon clenched the arms of his chair tighter, because it was the only thing holding him back at this point. He didn’t even care if Baratheon was there. They could have her at the same time. Dany straddling Gendry, him thrusting into her from beneath, Jon behind Dany, having her back entrance as he never had before, riding her to a different rhythm entirely, Dany between them, trapped, helpless to the pleasure they caused…
His cock was hard, harder than it ever had been, and it was easy to see, outlined against the thick material of his trousers. He watched as Dany’s eyes slowly slid down his chest to lay claim to the obscenity that protruded in his lap. She smirked. She knew. And Jon found that he didn’t care that she knew. He was her husband. He would hide nothing from her as she hid nothing from him, obviously going so far as to insist that he be a spectator as she bedded her other husband.
Finally unable to take it any longer, the noises Dany was making, the way she grinded against him, and the ever watchful gaze of a fully aroused Jon Snow — he could see his impressive length outlined in detail through his trousers — Gendry quickly shed the rest of their clothing and lined his cock up with Dany’s entrance. As he slid into her, she gave the most deliciously wanton moan, but hers was not the only one to greet Gendry’s ears. Like a moth to flame, Gendry’s eyes drifted to Jon again, watching as Jon’s teeth sunk into his lower lip to trap any more lustful noises from escaping. The sight made Gendry’s cock twitch again and Dany gasped beneath him, having felt it. He looked down at her and saw that she was watching him. He’d been caught and he knew it.
But like the open and free lover that she was, she merely smirked and pulled Gendry down for a filthy kiss and he finally began to make love to her. Every other time he had had her, Gendry had been the epitome of control. After his embarrassing and heartbreaking rejection by Arya, it hadn’t been difficult. He wasn’t anxious about impressing Dany, he wasn’t dwelling on years of thoughts of her, he wasn’t working himself up over it being her first time. They were merely two people seeking the comfort of the other, and from there, their affection had grown, multiplied, spread like wildfire.
Now that they had an audience however, he found it hard to keep control. Fucking Dany with Jon watching was walking a knife’s edge. From the moment he entered her, he was close, that tingling feeling in his spine already wound so tight. And Dany. He pulled his mouth off her neck to look at her face and watched as her eyes darted between where their bodies joined and Jon’s face, his gaze very clearly watching Gendry’s cock disappear into her over and over again as well. There was no way he would be able to last.
There was no way she would be able to last. Not with the deliciously desperate and brutish way Gendry was fucking her and not with Jon’s gaze fixated on where her and Gendry’s body’s melded together. He was leaning forward in his chair, hands gripping the arms of it so hard his knuckles were white. What would he do if he allowed himself to let go of it? How would he join them?
Dany pictured Jon standing so suddenly he would knock the chair over. Shedding his clothes so quickly he’d pitch to the side before hopping awkwardly on one foot to catch himself. Growling at Gendry to turn her on her side and Gendry obliging but keeping himself firmly planted inside her. Pressing his hot hard body against her back, rubbing his cock between her legs and against Gendry’s own in order to gather her juices enough to ease his entrance into her backside. Fucking into her like a madman, hands on her hips to hold her in place as she’d be forced to take him, trapped between him and Gendry.
It was a filthy thought. A beautiful dream. Even if it wasn’t to be.
But it was enough to push her over the edge, hard and fast, clenching around Gendry as he found his end within her at the same time, Dany’s heart stuttering as she heard Jon grunt in discomfort. She turned to the side to stare at him through glassy eyes, slightly surprised to see that he was still fully clothed and hadn’t taken himself in hand while watching them. She had hoped he would but it was still early days yet. In time she knew they could work up to it. Work up to all kinds of things if Jon were willing to just let go. Still, she was proud of him for having stayed for the entire coupling. He deserved a reward, but knew he wouldn’t let her give him one. Not tonight at least.
Wanting to be the best husband he could be on their wedding night, Gendry disentangled himself from Dany shortly after they had finished and went to her washbasin to fetch a cloth to clean her. He was still slightly hard and he felt his cheeks flush a bit when he noticed Jon’s eyes following the swing of his cock as he went about the room.
Jon could look all he wanted, if having him watch felt that fucking good. Gendry had never come so hard in his life and he was certain Dany hadn’t either. If this was their marriage, Gendry knew it was already off to a wonderful start.
Ringing out the washcloth, Gendry noticed Jon drain his wine, and couldn’t help but feel a bit mischievous. Grabbing the decanter he sauntered toward Jon, smirk breaking across his face as Jon now tried to look anywhere but between Gendry’s legs. “Allow me, husband,” Gendry offered, pouring wine into Jon’s empty cup, his stomach flipping at hearing Dany’s soft chuckle.
“And where is my wine, darling?” she called from the bed, propping herself up on her elbows and spreading her bent knees for him to clean her. He was powerless to resist her pull. Jon silently took the decanter from him and Gendry fetched Dany’s still nearly full glass and his own from her dressing table. She thanked him and took a generous sip, holding his glass for him as he set to work wiping up the mess he’d made between her thighs.
When he was finished, she handed it back to him, raising her glass aloft once more. “To our union,” she repeated as they had before taking to the marriage bed. Jon joined them in the toast, though his voice was quiet and husky. Gendry couldn’t imagine the kind of pain he must be in, getting so worked up and not having release. Perhaps I should take pity on him, Gendry thought idly, then drained his wine glass as it hit him just what he had been thinking of.
He had never had a man before. Nor ever let a man have him. But lately, as they had neared the wedding date, Gendry’s thoughts of Jon had turned more and more explicit. And with Jon so flustered and Gendry still semi-hard, it was easy to think of sinking to his knees before Jon, perhaps Dany at his side with her hand around his own cock as he tended to Jon’s.
Jon handed him the decanter, again without words, as if he sensed Gendry needed it. He poured himself another glass and drained it nearly as quickly.
“What a day,” Dany commented, setting her glass down on her bedside table, and turning to fluff her pillow.
“Indeed,” was all Jon could say, unsure of where they went from here. He had watched her and Gendry enjoy their wedding night. What did he do with himself now?
Gendry set down his empty glass beside Dany’s and crawled into bed behind her. Odd, Jon thought, he was always on Dany’s right. But here, Gendry was on her left. He wondered at the change. He watched as Dany snuggled back against Gendry as she had him many a time, his heart giving an odd thump at the small gesture that he missed so much. He wanted nothing more than to crawl in bed beside her…
“Come to bed,” Dany commanded, as if reading his thoughts. She patted the space to her right. His usual spot. My spot .
“Dany,” Jon breathed, hard and tortured. She knew they cou—
“It’s late,” she interrupted his thoughts. “It’s late and I’m tired. Snuff out the candles and come to bed. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. We all need our sleep.” It wasn’t a request. It was already decided. They all three would share her bed. No protest. No debate. No discussion. But Jon supposed if they were just to sleep, it wouldn’t matter that he and Dany were in the same bed. … Even if she was gloriously naked and flushed from being well fucked and satisfied. Gods, she is beautiful.
To make clear she wouldn’t take no for an answer, Dany patted the bed again, then scooted back from it slightly, as if to reassure him she didn’t mean to seduce him, only to invite him to sleep. Jon shook his head and sighed. He couldn’t tell her no. He could almost never tell her no.
But as he reached to pull back the sheets to his side of the bed, Dany stared at him, head tilted in a question. “Since when do you sleep with clothes on?” It wasn’t a suggestive question. Her tone was entirely neutral. No. It was a question between two people who had once been lovers and, while still close, no longer went to bed together. At least, not like that.
“I…” Jon plucked at his tunic, at a loss for words. For reasons he couldn’t explain, though he was clearly privy to her and Gendry’s naked bodies, he didn’t want them to see his. It was a private thing now. An unnecessary thing, a cruel voice whispered in his ear.
“We’re in the south now, Jon. You’ll be miserable if you sleep with all that on,” Gendry prompted, nosing into the hair behind Dany’s ear, his hand about her waist holding her to him. It should be me, he thought. He and Dany on their wedding night. No one else. But what would be the fun in that? A different voice. A wicked voice. Or perhaps the same one. Jon didn’t know.
It wasn’t just that Daenerys was his aunt by blood. It was Gendry too. The two of them together, Jon watching the two of them together. It had turned his entire world upside down. He used to think of himself as a fairly normal bedfellow. Typical desires. Nothing abnormal or immoral. But now… the thoughts that crossed his mind. The gods should smite him right here and now for even fantasizing them.
“Sleep however makes you comfortable,” Dany finally told him, no bitterness, but a sort of finality to the statement that frustrated him to no end. He didn’t know how to explain it all to her, and he certainly wasn’t about to with Gendry in the room.
In the end though, he pulled off his tunic and, once he slid himself under the sheets — out of sight of Dany and Gendry — pulled off his trousers as well. He always slept naked. He wasn’t about to spend the night tossing about restlessly because he couldn’t get comfortable.
“Goodnight,” he bid her, turning on his side, away from her.
“Goodnight,” she and Gendry said together. Their synchronization irritated him, but in the end, he was so weary, it didn’t take much for him to begin to drift in that space right below consciousness.
She was bone tired from the chaotic day and even more chaotic wedding night. But she couldn’t stop herself from getting quickly roused by Gendry’s incessant grinding into her backside. Still, she pretended to be asleep a little while longer. Their game they liked to play. But now, they weren’t in their bed alone. Jon was here. Was lying prone not a foot away from her. She wanted to reach out and wake him as well to join in, but also found it even more rousing at the idea of fucking Gendry right next to Jon while he slept.
“I know you’re awake,” Gendry finally whispered in her ear, making Dany snicker. She reached back and caressed his now hard length with her hand. Really, it had never fully softened after their first fuck of the night and she wondered at that. Wondered if Gendry had been so affected by the simple fact that they were being watched while they consummated their union. Either way, his reaction pleased her. That he was ready and willing and so enthusiastic, even with Jon in the room, with Jon in their bed. If only they could get Jon to come around now, it would open up such a world of delicious possibilities for them.
In time, she told herself. All in good time.
Once she hiked her leg up and back over his own, Gendry wasted no time in sliding into her once more. Though when he did, she stifled her moan into her pillow, biting the corner of it to keep any sounds of pleasure from escaping. He watched her as she clutched the pillow hard to her face, nails digging into the material so hard he was surprised she hadn’t ripped it. Is she trying to be quiet in order to keep from waking Jon?
For some reason the thought irritated him. This was their bed. The bed they had shared for weeks since moving forces to King’s Landing. He wanted his wife to be herself. He wanted his wife to be able to express her pleasures that he caused. But perhaps even more than that, he wanted Jon to wake up. Wanted Jon to watch them again. He knew it was a dirty thought. Filthy. But he couldn’t deny the rush he had gotten not an hour ago, watching Dany, watching Jon, watching them. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. And now that he had had it, he knew he would do anything for more.
So he started fucking her harder, taking her hips in hand and smacking his own into her backside, the wet slap of skin against skin as much music to his ears as the whimpers Dany couldn’t disguise in her pillow. He looked over at Jon again and finally, blissfully the man began to stir. Bleary eyes turning toward whatever had disturbed him, only widening slightly in surprise at the sight that greeted him.
Gendry smiled in triumph as Jon met his gaze. He wanted every night from now on to be like this. The three of them.
Jon wasn’t surprised at what he found when he opened his eyes and turned his head. Gendry fucking his wife. Gendry’s wife, he had to remind himself. She belonged to both of them. And this was their bed as much as it was his now. Hers more than anything, actually. And in her bed, she could do whatever she liked. She was his Queen after all.
The stuffy, conservative little voice in his mind (which oddly somewhat reminded him of Lady Catelyn) told him he should turn back around, ignore them. He shouldn’t be watching. He shouldn’t be lying so close. He shouldn’t be slipping his hand under the covers to take his own cock in hand…
And yet, he was. Just as he had dozens of times in the months since Dany had fallen into Gendry’s bed, he was now pleasuring himself to the sounds of them fucking. To the sight of them fucking. Gods, it was so much better watching than it had been listening. Watching them and having them watch him in return. Both Dany’s and Gendry’s eyes were fixated on the sheet as it moved in the steady rhythm of his jerking.
Dany opened her mouth to speak but before she could, he threw back the sheet with his free hand. It was only fair after all. He got to watch them. They should be able to watch him pleasure himself as well. At Dany’s triumphant smile, Jon’s heart swelled. He wanted to make her happy. And the happier she was, the quieter that little voice in his head became. It was still there, still forced him to flinch back when Dany suddenly reached out a hand toward him, but quieter, much quieter than it had ever been.
Dany slowly retracted her hand, feeling slightly rejected, but Jon’s eyes never left hers and his hand never stopped working his cock as Gendry continued fucking her. So this is the new line he draws in the sand. Yet even though he still put up his walls between them, he kept tearing them back down, reconstructing them thinner and thinner, closer and closer.
So he wouldn’t let her touch him to get him there, to finish him off as she had countless times before they had arrived at Winterfell all those months ago. But she had been trained by the best, and Dany knew that her hand or her mouth or her cunt weren’t the only ways to finish a man.
She grabbed her own breast, knowing how he loved it when she pleasured herself in that way. Knowing how much he loved watching. She smirked as his eyes went wide for a moment, then darkened as they fixed on her finger and thumb tweaking her nipple. He had always loved to watch, she realized. Except now, he was privy to a much better show.
His mouth opened slightly, and she knew he was imagining taking her pebbled nipple between his lips and suckling until they both finished. Soon, she thought to herself. They would get there, she was certain of it now. She just had to be patient. And continue giving him what she knew he needed, but was too stubborn to ask for.
Slipping her other hand down her belly, she watched his eyes follow the movement, until her fingers brushed through the silver curls between her legs and found her nub and started to tease. He bit his lip and she knew he was thinking about how she tasted. Gathering up some of her juices on her fingers, she reached her hand back and Gendry’s warm lips closed around them, sucking them until they were clean.
Gendry watched as Jon licked his lips, Dany’s taste lingering on his own tongue. Jon wouldn’t let Dany touch him, but Gendry wondered…
He slipped his hand down between Dany’s legs, his fingers joining hers in the mess. Slid two fingers on either side of his cock as it pumped in and out of her. Coated them in their combined fluids. All the while, his eyes locked with Jon’s.
He didn’t know why he did it. The need scratching inside his chest for this. But when Jon’s mouth popped open, pink tongue darting out again to swipe at his plump lower lip, Gendry knew. He reached out with his slickened hand and Jon lurched forward, took his fingers in his mouth like a man starved, suckled on them as if his life depended on it.
It was too much for Dany. Gendry’s harsh, deep thrusts. Jon’s grunts as he licked Gendry clean. Her own hands on her body, pinching a nipple, circling her clit. She couldn’t take any more.
Her climax hit her hard and fast and it felt as if her body was threatening to float up and away. It was all she could do to hold on tight, gripping her breast and palming her sex as she flew high, head thrown back crying out loudly as if it might help ease her through it.
She was near blind when she finally started to come back down, ears ringing with only the sound of her own heartbeat. She was vaguely aware of Gendry seizing up behind her as he finished. Opening her eyes slightly, she was just in time to watch as Jon’s back bowed and he spilled all over his stomach, free hand clenching and unclenching the sheets with each spurt of seed that shot forth. She smiled lazily and brushed a few pieces of hair out of her eyes before her hand collapsed on her pillow in front of her face. She was too tired to move.
“Love,” Gendry murmured behind her, pressing a final kiss below her ear before falling back, unconscious before his head even hit his pillow.
She watched Jon as his breathing steadied and his cock started to soften, though not by much. He slowly turned his head toward her and gave her the sweetest smile she ever remembered him having. It filled her heart with love, with hope. “I love you,” she mouthed, her stomach doing a little somersault when he mouthed it right back. No pause, no hesitation, just an open, automatic declaration of love for her before his eyes closed once again and he fell back asleep.
His chest rose and fell steadily, cheeks still pink from his exertions, dark lashes fanned across them. He was beautiful when he slept. He looked like the young man he was instead of the world weary creature that brooded around the halls most of the time. She eyed him up and down. He was still a mess. Seed splashed all over his belly and chest. He’d be stuck to the sheets in the morning if he rolled over. He needed to be cleaned up. Her wifely instincts told her she should be the one to do it…
A whisper… he knew the voice. He loved the speaker of that voice. He hadn’t heard what she said. Or he did hear it but he just couldn’t respond to it. He was too sated by his recent release. Sleep was moments from him. He could only drift, taking comfort in knowing the last thing he heard before it took him was her voice…
A tickle… Light and warm. Small and delicate. On his stomach. He didn’t know what it was, but it was familiar. Something he had experienced before. Almost as if from a previous lifetime. But he couldn’t quite place what it was. Couldn’t picture it. Couldn’t muster up the energy enough to move his hands downward to investigate.
A sigh… Not his own. Hers. He wondered what had made her make that—
The tickle. Back again. More distinct this time as his mind slowly began to surface. His stomach. Her fingers… on his stomach. A small swipe. Then they were gone.
Another sigh. A wet pop. A swallow…
Jon’s heart gave a lurch as he felt the bed shift beneath him as she reached for him again but he remained motionless as she swirled her fingers through the mess he’d made on his stomach. He knew what she was doing. She had done it dozens of times before… before.
“Jon?” she asked in the smallest of whispers, so quiet, he almost hadn’t heard it at all, though he was now fully alert, fully awake and aware of what she was doing, what she planned to do. That small part of him that had held back his entire being while watching her and Gendry fuck, told him not to let her do it. Told him he shouldn’t. Told him it would only lead to one thing. But it had been so long since she had touched him like that. He wanted… he just wanted.
He felt the bed shift again, groan slightly as she moved. Gently, she slid his arm out and away from his side so she could get even closer to him. He felt the fall of her hair first but it was quickly scooped away, he guessed so it wouldn’t wake him.
It was all he could do to keep his breathing even as her warm breaths fanned against his stomach, warming the skin that was dry, cooling the places where his seed had spilt. But not for long. The first touch of her tongue to his skin was a bliss Jon could scarcely recall, as if he were experiencing it for the first time, just like back on the ship to White Harbor all those months ago. Shit. So warm and unbothered and fucking naughty. Licking up his spilt seed from his stomach like it was her duty.
Well, she was his wife now, so he supposed it was…
She let out little sighs while she licked and cleaned him, and he heard small swallows in between. He had come not too long ago, he knew, but he couldn’t help how her sweet and erotic display stirred him once more. He was half hard already, his cock never quite calming even after erupting in the most intense climax he had had in… possibly his whole life, he wasn’t sure.
He felt her lift his length with delicate fingers, no doubt so she could clean underneath it. Her warm tongue lapping in the place just above his pubic hair. He was surprised she hadn’t noticed the way his muscles clenched as she did it. Or perhaps she had and was just waiting… waiting for him to make the first move.
She continued her licking, but she also didn’t take her hand off his cock. She merely held it at first, as if having her fingers wrapped around it was a comfort of sorts. But then, as her licks became more languid and leisurely, her hand slowly started to slide up and down, not gripping too tightly though, as if she was still wary of waking him.
But what she didn’t know was that he had been wide awake for the last several minutes. And there was no way he could stop his cock from hardening fully in her soft warm hand. Didn’t want to even if he could. He wanted this. He needed this. Needed her…
Suddenly, plush wet lips encircled the head of his cock and he groaned loudly, startling her so much that she dropped him and shifted back, eyes full of guilt as they met his. He was breathing heavy as well. It had been months since he had been in her mouth… months since he had been inside her at all. But just that quick moment wrapped between her pretty lips had nearly been enough to undo him. He had never wanted her more than he did in that moment. And the longer they stared at one another, the more it seemed to dawn on her that what she had done wasn’t as unwelcome as she might have thought.
A smile slowly stretched across her lips and she looked down at his length again. Yes, he wanted her to suck him. But more, he wanted to be inside her properly. As they were meant to be. Husband and wife. Targaryen and… Targaryen.
Her eyes moved up his body again and met his. Her eyebrows gave a small twitch upward. A question. No. A dare. Dare to kiss her, to take her. But no, it was more than a dare as well. It was a plea. Plea for sex. Plea for love. Plea for all they had once been. Do it Jon Snow. Take what’s yours. Take your queen.
When he continued to stare at her without moving, Dany lay on her back again, defeated. She sighed, eyelids fluttering closed. No.
Jon moved.
His hand absorbed her gasp of surprise, his knees between her own, spreading her legs apart. He hadn’t been on top of her in months. Hadn’t been inside of her. Hadn’t kissed her. Hadn’t loved her.
But enough of all that.
He didn’t care anymore.
She was his.
He slid his hand away and kissed her forcefully, careful though, to stay quiet so as not to wake Gendry. Something about it, about doing this right next to his sleeping form, sent a thrill through Jon he had never experienced. Payback, he supposed, for them fucking so hard they woke him earlier. Dany melted into his embrace, thighs squeezing him, pulling him to come closer, slip inside her. But as Jon was about to do just that, Dany shrank away from him, worry creasing her brow.
“I don’t want you to regret this,” she breathed when he pulled back to look at her. She was desperate. She loved him. He knew she would do anything for him. Even stop this. If she thought he needed it.
But in that moment, all Jon needed was her.
Needed his wife.
“I won’t.” When her face remained strained, he went on. “Dany, I love you. I’m yours. …I’m yours.” From this day until the end of his days. He had said the words. Now he needed to show her. Show her that he meant them. Show her that he would adhere to them. Show her that this wasn’t an exception to some ridiculous rule he had created for himself. It was stupid he had ever pushed her away in the first place. Stupid that he had denied her. Denied himself.
And as he slid inside of her for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, he couldn’t help but feel like he was finally, blissfully, home.
Unbidden, tears slipped down the sides of Dany’s face to tickle her temples and pool in her ears. She brushed them away with a sniffle as Jon settled himself inside her, gazing down at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. She couldn’t believe they were where they were. Couldn’t believe that after all this time, they had finally made it back to each other. She had thought it would happen. Had hoped. But now that the moment was finally here, she felt overwhelmed by him, though it was in the best possible way.
His mouth descended on hers, tongue invading her mouth as he began to pump his hips between her legs. Having only had Gendry the last several months, she had nearly forgotten what it was like to be made love to by Jon. But ohh, this brought all the feelings and sensations crashing back. Where Gendry was calm, cool, and possessive, Jon was warm, desperate, and demanding. Gendry fucked her like she was his woman. Jon fucked her like she was his lifeline.
And as her nails snagged on the jagged scars that ran the length of his chest, she thought it made sense. Gendry had never felt what it was like to be taken from this world. So he had no idea what it felt like to come back to it.
She tried to keep quiet as Jon thrust himself inside her over and over again. Tried to keep the cries from escaping her lips so that they could have this moment, just the two of them. But Jon was near possessed, half-crazed as he bit her shoulder and used his hands to angle her ass up so he could get just a little bit deeper inside her on each thrust. It was as if he wanted to consume her, and Dany was perfectly alright with being his meal. If he wanted to play the wolf, she would gladly play the prey.
But inevitably, their antics became too spirited to hide. And if Dany didn’t know any better, she would have guessed by the way Jon eyed Gendry as he surfaced to consciousness, that it was what he had wanted anyway. Just as she had suspected that Gendry had wanted an audience for their second round too. Boys. But they were her boys. And she loved them both.
Without missing a beat, Gendry pushed himself against her side, grinding his cock into her thigh and kissing her neck as Jon continued to fuck her, only slowing slightly as the two of them found a rhythm together. She watched as they eyed one another and her stomach somersaulted as she thought they might kiss. Wouldn’t that be something? But they had the rest of their lives to work up to that. And she suspected by the way they each seemed to enjoy having the other in their bed, that it wouldn’t take very long.
Jon’s lips moved from her neck to her breasts as Gendry claimed her mouth and moved her hand to his cock. “Tell us what you want, love,” Gendry murmured, and she thought he had something specific in mind that he wanted her to say. She knew what it was. Had pictured it not an hour ago. But she was nervous.
Jon lifted his eyes to hers, awaiting her answer as well. There was a hunger there that hadn’t been present when they first began to make love. He wants this too. And if both her husbands wanted it, who was she to deny them?
When she finally nodded, they both smiled in triumph, Jon attacking her mouth again and rolling them to the side, grabbing her thigh to hike her leg up higher over his, as Gendry rummaged around in her nightstand drawer. She had never done this before. Not with Jon, not with Gendry. The oil was just for those nights when she couldn’t wait for her body to warm up before allowing herself to be taken. This was… something quite different.
But the look in Jon’s eyes as Gendry’s hand slipped down her backside between her cheeks was positively feral. She could feel it. The way Gendry’s fingers would play with her back entrance a bit, then reach forward to play with her cunt, spread around Jon’s cock as it pushed into her over and over… Naughty boys.
“Please,” she begged, terrified and excited all at once. But when Gendry’s finger finally began to push inside her, she knew she had nothing to be afraid of… except perhaps fainting from how good it all felt. Once he was in all the way, he timed his thrusts with Jon’s and worked her just to the very edge of bliss…
But then pulled out of her before she fell over it entirely. She could have slapped him for denying her, but she had no time to process the loss of his fingers because not a moment later, he was filling her again, this time with his cock. Her face burned at the idea of it… of him, there. But it felt so good, her eyes rolled back, and she cried out so loudly, she was sure they heard her all the way down in Flea Bottom.
Jon held still as Gendry seated himself inside her, but once he was in all the way, the two of them started to move, and Dany was helplessly pinned between them. She could do nothing but lie there as they possessed her entirely.
Gendry pulled her face back to dominate her mouth, but only a few moments later, Jon was grasping her chin, guiding her mouth back to his, the inevitable power struggle between the two finally established. But when Gendry moved to reclaim what was rightfully, equally his, Dany pulled Jon with her, surprised and pleased when he chased her mouth and didn’t flinch away as it met Gendry’s. Three sets of lips and tongues met as someone — Dany wasn’t sure who — snuck his hand down between her legs and began teasing her pearl.
It was all too much. The brutal, blissful way she was being filled, the four rough hands teasing everywhere they could find, the two mouths biting and licking each other and her all at the same time—
She broke apart with a breathless scream, straining against the two bodies on either side of her that held her in place, helplessly drowning in the waves of the crashing tide, though if this were death, she would gladly embrace it.
Dany wasn’t sure how much time had passed but she became aware of Jon seizing up in front of her, the wolfish way he bit her neck to claim her as he pumped his seed into her womb. Gendry too was in the midst of finding his end, one hand in her hair pulling back — giving Jon better access to her neck — the other hand clenching her hip so hard she knew there’d be marks there on the morrow. But she couldn’t find it in her to care much about it, she was so deeply sated, body and heart.
“There she is,” Jon breathed, hand caressing her face gently as she finally won the fight against the heaviness of her eyelids to gaze at him.
“Our gracious queen,” Gendry groaned, burying his nose in her hair and breathing deeply. Dany settled back against his broad chest and used the last of her strength to pull Jon back flush against her front. She didn’t want there to be any space between the three of them.
“My wonderful husbands,” Dany sighed. They both hummed at her praise and snuggled closer to her, arms overlapping. It wasn’t quite how she had pictured it back in Meereen, imagining the two men in the world she would trust above all others. That had been such a long time ago, and she had been so young, so naive, so… inexperienced.
But now, more than any other time in her life, she felt she was exactly where she was meant to be. After all the loss, all the heartache, all the pain, all the false hope, and the brutal struggle to dig through it, now, lying between her two lovers, her two husbands, she knew she was finally, finally home.
Really hope you guys enjoyed this last chapter! There will be an epilogue eventually. As to when it will be posted, who knows? It took me less than a year to get this update out so it could hit the interwebs before 2023. We shall see.
Huge thank you to everyone who has supported this fic the last couple of years. You guys mean the world to me. This fic was so not something I usually write but I just loved the idea so much, I had to see it through. If you’re curious as to what’s been keeping me from working on this and taking up much of my writing life the last two years, head over to my Tumblr where I’ve finally posted a very very small tease.