Lost in Sothoryos | A Game of Thrones fanfic

(Location: The Kings Road)

(Time: Nightfall)

Daeron had managed to buy a few horses from the owner of the inn, and had just gotten onto the kings road with Arya when he heard someone shout.

"Jon!!!!" Daeron turned around but as it was dark he couldn't see too well, luckily the moon was out tonight so as the person got closer he could see it was Sansa.

"What's she doing here" Arya asks in confusion, Daeron shrugs before getting off of his horse. Though it is unexpected when Sansa nearly tackles him to the floor. Catching her and holding her up she looks at him with her big blue eyes

"I couldn't do it Jon!" Sansa says teary eyed as she wraps herself around Daeron.

"Sansa what's wrong what are you doing out here" Daeron says with concern.

"I couldn't stay in Winterfell Jon!" Sansa says to him.

"Why Sansa what happened!" Daeron asks in a panic, he knew Lord and Lady Stark would never do anything to harm her but he wanted to be sure. Arya was a bit concerned too she had never seen her sister so frantic before.

"I want to wake up everyday knowing I'll see you, and knowing that I'll be able to experience something amazing, I want to see my friends again and spend everyday with them but what I want most of all is…" but before she says it she can't hold it in any longer and kisses Daeron on the lips passionately, her tongue slips into his mouth as he feels it twirl around inside, he automatically grabs her from behind pushing her into his body , she can feel his hard length pushing into her lower stomach and it makes her moist between the thighs. Soon the kiss ends and Sansa looks at Daeron with lust filled eyes.

"I want you, I never want to be apart from you for this day and all the days to come" Sansa says hugging into him.

Daeron felt shocked, apart from some teasing from Rhaenys he had no idea she felt this way he thought maybe it was a crush that would pass but to give up coming back home to stay with him it made him feel amazing inside.

Arya was just sitting on her horse a mixture of shock and a tiny bit of jealous at what Sansa had done, she knew they were not brother and sister and were cousins but she did not think Sansa would do something like that, though it had been a long time since she had seen her.

"So am I welcome" Sansa says with trepidation In her voice as she awaits his answer.

"Of course Sansa" Daeron says with a smile, Sansa squeaks and then hugs Daeron again before giving him another peck.

"Come we need to make haste, I can't imagine Lord and Lady Stark will be happy that both their daughters are gone" Daeron says as he lifts Sansa onto his horse before getting on behind her, feeling her petite body pushed into his larger frame made Daeron unbearably hard which Sansa seems to notice.

"I hope to lose my purity somewhere nicer and not with my little sister around but you can use me in other ways to relieve your tension" Sansa whispers but you can tell she's very embarrassed with the words she is saying though it still makes Daerons cock throb. He decides to ignore it for now getting back on task.

"Come we are heading up North it should take a little more than two weeks if we ride hard" Daeron says before spurring his horse forwards with Arya following close behind looking thoughtful.

"Why are we heading North aren't we supposed to meet with the others in Starfall" Sansa questions curiously.

"There is someone I want to meet and now may be the last opportunity to do it" Daeron states. Not finding any reason to continue talking Sansa stays silent as they ride into the night.

(The next day)

Catelyn Stark had gone into a hysteria when she could not find Sansa in her room, she had ordered a full lockdown of the keep while the guards swept Winterfell room by room, this was how Robb was woken up when his door was unlocked and guards poured into his room without his permission, knowing this would never happen unless there was an emergency Robb nearly fell out of bed getting up.

"What's happening!" He says in a panic addressing the guards that had entered the room.

"Apologises my lord but lady Stark has ordered the entirety of Winterfell be searched for the whereabouts of Lady Sansa" The guard says straightening his posture.

'Shit, I hoped they'd have more time before I had to tell them' Robb thought to himself.

"Where is my Lady mother" Robb asks as he starts to put on some clothing.

"In the Great Hall my lord" The guard replies.

"Thank you, now as you can see Sansa is not in here, dismissed" Robb says before making his way to the Great Hall.

When he arrived he saw his mother weeping while his father tried to comfort her, he quickly rushed up the centre of the tables.

"Mother, father please call off the search" Robb says loudly catching the attention of his mother.

"Call it off? CALL IT OFF, MY SWEET SANSA IS MISSING AND YOU WANT TO CALL OFF THE SEARCH!" Catelyn shouts making Robb wince slightly.

"Sansa is not missing mother" Robb says hesitantly, he wished he could be any other person right now as he knew how his mother would react to the news.

'This is for Sansa' Robb thinks to himself as he mentally prepares himself for the onslaught.

"Sansa left of her own free will, she told me she wanted to go back with Jon so I gave her my permission, as Heir of Winterfell and future Warden of the North" Robb states assuredly as he straightens his posture and looks directly at his mother and father.

Catelyn looked about ready to explode into flames before Ned put a hand on her shoulder.

"Wait outside" Lord Stark commands his wife, as it looks like she's about to talk back to him Ned narrows his eyes.

"Now…" he states with finality the glare he gave made her shiver so she got up and left, Robb winced when he saw the sheer look of anger his mother gave him.

"Sit down" Ned says to his eldest son gesturing to the seat in front of him. Robb obeyed and sat down, he felt nervous it had been a while since he had seen the Lord of Winterfell rather than just his father.

"Explain yourself" he simply says to Robb.

"Sansa was not happy here everyday she practically looked like an other just walking around following mother, she wanted to be with Jon again so I gave her my permission" Robb states with a shaky confidence.

Lord Stark stares down his son with a neutral expression, he gives no indication on what he thinks on what Robb had just said.

"I'm going to be truthful with you Robb, you're a man grown now so there is no need to hide such truths from you" Lord Stark says in an emotionless tone.

"The last time I can remember being happy was when I was at Harrenhal, I was with my best friend, my brother in all but blood and I had just reunited with my family for the first time in years, and I fell in love" Lord Stark continues.

"I could've chosen to be happy and would you like to know where you would be if that was the case" Lord Stark states.

"Nowhere because you wouldn't have been born, I would've left Westeros with my best friend and my love and we would be making our fortune in Essos" He continued.

"But I did my duty, I married someone that even till this day I don't love and only tolerate due to the food her father imports to the north, I fought to overthrow the mad king so that people would no longer be subject to his madness, none of this was done because it made me happy" Lord Stark states, making Robb feel shocked at the truth of how he felt about his mother.

"I love you and your siblings, despite this not being the life I'd chosen I'm glad that you are in it" Lord Stark continues.

"But Sansa is a Stark and that comes with responsibilities to the family and to the north would you really want her to end up like your aunt Lyanna!" Lord Stark shouts at Robb hitting his fist on the table making Robb wince.

"Aunt Lyanna was kidnapped, she didn't have a choice but Sansa does" Robb snaps back, making Lord Stark frown and then breath out a sigh.

"That's not the truth Robb" Lord Stark says in barely a whisper.

"Lyanna was not kidnapped she left and married Rhaegar of her own free will and she still ended up dead" Lord Stark stated.

"H-h-how did she die" Robb stutters out.

"Birthing fever" Lord Stark states bluntly.

"What happened to the baby" Robb asks with curiosity.

For a moment Lord Stark looks like he's not going to answer but then he looks at Robb and then decides it's time.

"Jon isn't your brother…" he states.

"He's the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and your aunt Lyanna Stark, we did not part on good terms for most of the night he somehow trapped me in the crypt, he is a contender to the iron throne and I have no plans to support him" Lord Stark states.

"And what you've just done is give two daughters of a high lord to a foreign power for which they could be used as hostages!" Lord Stark shouts out the last part.

However Robb is no longer cowed by his words and he stands up hitting his hands straight onto the table in pure anger.

"Jon will always be my brother! Whether he is your son or not!" Robb shouts out in anger.

"I was weak before and I let you fill my heart with doubt but not anymore, I will be on my brothers side and I will trust him like he would me, I know Jon and he would never hurt Sansa or Arya even if the whole north was rallied against him" Robb says without any doubts.

"Jon may not be on good terms with you and mother but I will always welcome him here" Robb concludes.

Lord Stark has a frown on his face though what he was thinking was a mystery to Robb.

"You may take your leave" Lord Stark says gesturing to the door. Robb gladly leaves the Great Hall heading to the training yard to vent out some anger.

In the mean time Lord Stark deflates in his seat and once again becomes Ned, he knew that Robb was right and that Jon would never hurt the girls but it did not make the situation any less dangerous.

Ned felt himself backed into a corner, he only could do one more thing if he was to ever maintain peace in the realm.

Heading to the rookery Ned makes sure he's alone before penning a letter to his second father and Jon's namesake.

*Jon it is been a while since we have conversed the reason I do so now is that I do not know what else to do I wish that I could write to you with better news, I ask for you to intercede on my behalf with Robert for he will see what I have done as a betrayal, it all started when I arrived at the tower of joy many years ago*

(Two weeks later)

It had been hard riding for Daeron and the girls, he had told them about his encounter with his uncle and what had transpired between the two ending with him leaving behind Jon Snow forever, Sansa was shocked her father could be so callous while Arya was angry, she had over a year to grow indifferent to her mother and father so there was no conflict within her.

There was no conflict in Sansa either she had chosen Daeron even if she loved her mother and father it was hard to see them the same way when they treated her beloved so callously.

Shiera had been annoying during the journey as well, Arya had been lavishing her with attention ever since she got to see her, making her cocky she also complained about how cold it was often and when not doing either of those two she would be making fun of the fact that Daeron was sexually frustrated.

Daeron was very frustrated, it had been a while since he had gone without emptying himself in Rhaneys so being without her for so long had taken it's toll, many times he wanted to take Sansa up on her offer but they could never find the right moment as Arya was with them.

Though that was about to change as for the last two weeks Sansa had been showing Arya little tricks with the boy, they both seemed to have a prodigious talent and training together only seemed to take their skills to new heights. Arya had announced that she was going to track and hunt dinner leaving Daeron and Sansa alone.

Daeron had laid their bed rolls together near the fire that he had made, his cock was straining through his trousers, Sansa looked so beautiful even after weeks on the road it did not diminish her natural beauty, she would never be big and curvaceous like Rhaenys but her petite body was a wonder of its own.

Daeron was sitting next to her when he couldn't hold it in any longer, he grabbed her by the shoulder pushing her onto her back, he could see a pretty blush on her face as he stared into her blue eyes, getting closer their lips meet for the first time in what seems like forever, Daerons Tongue dominates Sansas mouth she submits completely to him, running his hands along her body he could feel soft skin and the budding breasts beneath her clothes, it was a cold night in the north so he would keep her clothing on but he slipped his hands up her skirt removing her undergarments.

Having access to between her thighs Daeron decides to show her a taste of the life she has now chosen.

"Daeron, what're you… gods!" Sansa shouts out as Daerons tongue connects with her sex sending pleasure shooting throughout her body. Daeron keeps moving his tongue around in circles around her nub eliciting moans of pleasure out of her as she grabbed onto Daerons hair tightening her legs around him.

Daeron felt her body shiver as she started to peak, her juices were flowing out like a river soaking her fiery red pubic hair, she tasted sweet but had a much milder taste than Rhaenys. Finally Sansa seems to explode in pleasure.

"Daeronnnnn!" She moans out holding onto his head for dear life before gently releasing him as she comes out of her lust filled haze.

"Daeron… that… was amazing" Sansa says as she pulls his face up to kiss him, she doesn't care that she's tasting herself at this moment all she wants is Daeron, her tongue enters into his mouth more aggressive than usual, she noticed his Hard length pushing up against her sex, she wanted to lose her first time to Daeron but she wanted it to be somewhere nice while she may have a taste for adventure she was still a romantic at heart, though she knew that it would be unfair to leave Jon in such a state. She then remembered a conversation between Rhaenys and Joy once when they thought she was asleep.

"Daeron…" Sansa says as she pushes him onto his knees. She gets up on her own knees and turns her body around but keeps her head still facing Daeron.

"I'm happy you'll wait for me Daeron but I still want to feel you, maybe this can be a compromise till we find somewhere nice" Sansa says as she lifts her dress up exposing her backside, she stretches her cheeks apart exposing her dark pink anus that seemed to twitch in anticipation.

Daeron needing to hear no more quickly fished his cock out of his breeches, he bent Sansa down so her face was on her bed roll while her backside remained up, Daeron took the time to rub the head of his cock along the sex of Sansa making it wet, this caused Sansa moan lightly.

Putting the head of his prick against Sansas backside hole Daeron pushed forward slightly, for a few seconds he didn't even think he would be able to enter her until he felt it give way. His head popped inside her, Sansa groaned out in a mix between pleasure and pain, while Daeron felt pure pleasure emanating from the tip of his cock, it was by far the tightest hole he had ever been in, it was hot as well, not as wet as Rhaenys was but the heat more than made up for it.

Daeron can't help himself and grabs onto Sansas waist pushing the rest of his erect cock inside her Sansa gripping her bed roll tightly.

"Daeron… please be gentle" Sansa whispers, this sobers Daeron out of his lustful haze and he slows down giving slow and long thrusts into Sansa.

"This doesn't feel… too bad" Sansa breathes out as she starts to like the feeling of Daeron filling her up. Taking that as a sign that he can go faster Daeron speeds up, her tight hole is gripping onto him so much that it's a struggle to even get out, Daeron knows he won't be lasting much longer, he turns Sansa around onto her back, he wants her to see him the first time he fills her with his seed.

"Daeron…" she whispers to him as he starts to thrust harder and harder, he decides to touch her dripping wet sex hoping that she may get some more pleasure from the act.

Sansa feels so many different stimulations that she feels overwhelmed and the only thing she can do is moan and call Daerons name. Finally reaching his limit Daerons balls start to swell as he shoots his seed into his cousin, Sansa can feel the warm feeling of his seed inside of her and regretted that she had no taken it in her womb.

Kissing Sansa Daeron then withdraws from her a stream of his seed leaking out of her.

"Come we should clean up before Arya gets back" Daeron says before getting up, helping Sansa as she limps slightly.

'You know the little Stark was spying on you' Shiera says to Daeron through their bond making him wince slightly, hoping to avoid an awkward conversation.

(Castle black)

After a few more days ride they had finally arrived at the gates of castle black, instead of an ancient strong fortification dedicated to the protection of the realms of men it just looked ancient, nothing like how it had been described to Daeron by his uncle.

"Have you come to see uncle Benjen Daeron" Arya asked, he had been pretty vague about the reasons he had wanted to come here but in the end they trusted him and knew that he'd tell them eventually.

"Yes but mostly someone else" Daeron replies.

"Who" Sansa asks.

"My great great grand uncle, Aemon Targaryen"

(AN: I could've gone on for longer but I'm feeling tired and pretty burnt out, I might take a break relax a bit maybe build up some chapters idk, anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter let me know what you think)