A Truth Revealed Early (Game of Thrones)

Summary: Bran informed Jon of his true identity before meeting Daenerys on Dragonstone. His newfound feeling of self-importance can only take so much of his Aunt calling herself queen.

Jon stood near the cliffs watching the dragons play in the distance. Even though he had heard the stories and was told how large they were, nothing could have prepared him when actually standing in their presence. They were terrifying, dreadful, and strangely… beautiful creatures.

Jon wondered when he started to think that the dragons were beautiful. Was it when Jon had seen the beautiful Mother of Dragons in person? It could be, but Jon thought that his mindset had changed when his brother, or rather, his cousin, Bran, had told him of his true heritage. Of how his Aunt Lyanna was truly his mother and the former Prince Rhaegar was his true father. That would have been shocking enough, but being told that he was the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms certainly topped it all.

It had taken a couple days of denial and rage before Jon had accepted it. However, he briefly wondered if his acceptance had made him an arrogant fool. Why, you ask? Well, Jon had starving people, a broken army, and squabbling lords to deal with back home, but he still felt like Daenerys Targaryen should be bowing to him. Simply because Jon felt that his Aunt was trying to take his birthright. Jon would have never imagined having a ‘birthright’ when believing he was a bastard, but now that he knew that he was born a prince, Jon found that he was quite protective of his newfound inheritance.

Fortunately, Jon hadn’t completely lost all of his senses. He didn’t brashly declare that he was the nephew to the Queen, and he certainly didn’t try to make himself King. That was a sure way to get killed, or at the least, get laughed off the island. So here he was, a hidden king that was working as a common laborer in the mines. Jon chucked to himself in self-disgust. It looked like his entire life was to be a joke for the gods.

“What is it that you find funny, My Lord?”

Startled, Jon twisted around while grabbing for the sword at his hips, forgetting that the guards had confiscated it. With an amused smile on her face, standing in front of Jon was Daenerys Targaryen in all her glory. He was still baffled by how stunning the last Targaryen woman was. It was rumored that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, but Jon had given that saying no thought. After all, even the ugliest whore in Flea Bottom would be called beautiful if she had three dragons.

“Did I scare you that much, My Lord? From the stories I hear from your advisor, I would have thought you would have no fear in you at all.”

Jon just stared at her with no expression, “There’s plenty of fear in me, your grace. Only, it’s reserved for true monsters. Not dainty little queens.”

Whatever amusement was in her eyes quickly vanished. It wasn’t the first time a man tried to use Daenerys’s appearance to insult her. She had heard all the insults under the sun, and ‘dainty little queen’ might be the mildest of them all. Still, the one who said this was a usurper of her crown, so it would have to be taken more seriously.

“This ‘little queen,’ My Lord, has the keys for your salvation. Your stories of the dead are still unbelievable, but I would imagine that you would at least show some courtesy to the only one that can save you. Might I also remind you that I’m YOUR Queen?”

There it was. Every single time Jon had spoken to Daenerys, she had never failed to remind him that she was the Queen, and he was just a lord. Jon had kept his mouth shut out of necessity, but he was getting closer and closer to just announcing that he should be the one Daenerys should bow to. Jon glanced at the green dragon that was play-fighting with his largest brother. The dragon named after his true father was one reason that Jon was feeling much more daring recently.

Jon had slowly formed a somewhat similar connection with the green dragon to the one he had with Ghost, his direwolf. Jon hadn’t started to see through Rhaegal’s eyes like with Ghost, but he could almost feel what Rhaegal was thinking. For instance, right now, the dragon was thinking of flying over to Jon to greet him.

Suddenly a plan formed in Jon’s mind. It was hasty and ill-thought-out, but it was something that Jon could make work. Plus, if it got Daenerys to have a rethink about constantly claiming his birthright in front of him, Jon would take it.

With a mental prod to Rhaegal, Jon turned to Daenerys, “Tell me, Your Grace, what would you do if a nephew appeared in front of you? You seem to be so obsessed with your so-called right that I feel you would conveniently make him disappear.”

Daenerys narrowed her eyes angrily, “You do not know me to assume what I will do, My Lord. First, you insult me brazenly, and now, you make a jest using my dead family. Careful, Lord Snow, my patience isn’t limitless.”

Jon felt Rhaegal flying towards him, and from Daenerys’s look past his shoulder, she had noticed too. He wanted to make this as dramatic as possible, so Jon continued to push Daenerys’s buttons, “You still haven’t answered my question. What would you do if a nephew appeared in front of you? He would have a greater right to the throne than you, correct?”

Crossing her arms while staring at Jon curiously, Daenerys said, “You are persistent, my lord. Very well, I’ll indulge your hypothetical question. Why should I give up what I have earned to this supposed nephew when he hasn’t earned it? What do rights matter before three fire-breathing dragons?”

Rhaegal roared as he landed right behind Jon with surprising grace. Daenerys looked surprised at how unconcerned Jon looked. She preemptively stepped forward before her dragon could roast the pretender king, but Jon’s subsequent action stopped Daenerys in her tracks.

Jon felt Rhaegal rest his large head right next to him, and with almost a practiced ease, Jon gently patted the dragon on the snout. He laughed when Rhaegal let out a pleased huff before turning back to the gaping Daenerys, “Surprise, Aunt Daenerys. It turns out that I’m your nephew. Does this mean that you have to kneel to me?”

Daenerys faintly noted that Jon flushed when he said his last sentence but was far too stunned to do anything but file it away in her mind. She didn’t say a word until Rhaegal decided that he had enough rest and flew back to his brothers.

“This must be a sick joke.”

Jon didn’t say anything since it looked like Daenerys was just processing what had just happened. He did feel a little guilty at taking away the reason that Daenerys came to Westeros.

“How? You look nothing like a Targaryen, and you have no proof of your claims. You must be a dragonseed, Jon Snow.”

Jon furrowed his brows. By calling him a dragonseed, Daenerys was saying Jon was a Targaryen bastard. He quickly refuted the Queen, “You’re mistaken, your grace, or should it be Princess now?” Jon stifled his amusement at Daenerys’s glare, “I have all the papers proving that my father, Prince Rhaegar, and mother, Lyanna Stark, were married with the blessing of the septon. If you need to see the proof, it’s all available at Winterfell.”

It wasn’t really, but Bran informed Jon that Sam was coming to Winterfell with the proof. By the time Daenerys arrives at Winterfell, the papers would be available.

Daenerys glowered at Jon in silence. After a few minutes, there was a much louder roar, and the ground shook when the Queen’s most enormous dragon landed behind him.

“Rhaegal and Viserion are my sweetest children. It’s possible to somehow trick them, but Drogon will give you no quarter.”

Even though Jon knew that he was a Targaryen, it didn’t make it any more comforting to get close to a volatile dragon. Especially when Jon had no clue of the dragon’s emotions like he did with Rhaegal.

“Is that really necessary? What if your dragon decides that I make a nice meal? You would be considered a kinslayer, your grace.”

Daenerys hesitated for a moment before saying, “No, I need to see if my son approves of you. Then I might consider you as my… nephew.”

Jon turned away from the silver-hair queen and faced Drogon. He was thankful that Daenarys couldn’t see his face because Jon was nearly shitting himself in fear. The only reason he dared to put a hand on Rhaegal was the positive emotions that the green dragon felt for him. No matter what Jon told himself, Drogon looked like he wanted to test how chewy he was.

Taking a deep breath, Jon walked towards Drogon with a confidence he didn’t feel. The black dragon stared at Jon suspiciously and only growled in displeasure when its scales were touched. Less than a second later, Drogon snorted and moved away before flying back over the sea.

Jon was left standing with his arm in the air, inwardly thanking every god in existence for not being burnt alive. The sound of footsteps forced Jon to gather himself, and soon he was staring into the purple eyes of Daenerys.

“… It seems that there might be some truth to what you say, Jon Snow.” She grimaced before asking, “If you were born a prince, what is your real name? Jon Snow is not a name that any Targaryen would be given.”

“Ah, that. I was named Aegon Targaryen,” at Daenerys’s unimpressed look, Jon defended himself, “I don’t particularly like it either.”

Daenerys made a sound of agreement before grabbing Jon’s chin to look intently at his face. The closeness made Jon audibly gulp in arousal. He could see the bright purple eyes roving over his features and her full bottom lip being bitten in thought. Jon harshly reminded himself that she was family, but there was a small voice in the back of his mind that this would be normal for Targaryens.

“There is a faint resemblance in you that reminds me of my brother, but your Stark coloring hides you well… Follow me, Jon Snow.”

Jon frowned as he walked after her, “I prefer to be called Jon Targaryen.”

“I don’t care. You are not my nephew until I decide that you have proven yourself.”

Jon grabbed her small hand before pointing at the dragons flying in the distance, “What about all of that? Did that count for nothing?”

Daenerys looked at the hand that dared to grab hers without permission with a raised brow. She met Jon’s furious gaze with her own, “As I said, Jon Snow. It means nothing until I say it does.”

She shook Jon’s hand off and continued to the castle with a simple order, “Follow!”

Jon sighed and wondered if he was going to be thrown in the cells for revealing his identity. At least Jon knew that he wasn’t going to be killed. Daenerys had plenty of chances when Drogon was right next to him.

They didn’t speak again until Jon had surprisingly been led to his own chambers. This was certainly better than the cell that Jon was expecting.

Daenerys said, “Come, I must see if you are unburnt just as I.”

“Unburnt? What exactly does that mean?”

Instead of replying, Daenerys walked to the lit hearth and stuck her hand inside. Jon gasped and rushed to pull her back, “Are you mad! Why would you burn yourself?”

Daenerys put the hand that was in the fire in front of Jon’s face, “That’s what I mean by unburnt.”

Jon gaped at the blemish-free hand. It looked as pale as before, with no sign of flames having ever affected it. Wordlessly, Jon removed the glove from his right hand and showed Daenerys the burn scar. She frowned in visible disappointment and said, “Maybe it's just the pure dragons that have my ability… Stay here and tell nobody of your claim, Jon Snow. I’ll call for you tomorrow.”

With that abrupt stop in the conversation, Jon watched Daenerys leave him alone in the room.

[Break]

As promised, Daenerys called Jon to her chambers late the next night.

“Before my brother, Viserys, fell into madness, I had always believed that I would be following the Targaryen tradition of wedding my brother. Instead, I was sold to a horse lord for an army.”

Jon listened in confusion at the impromptu retelling of her personal life, wondering where this was going.

Daenerys turned around, and Jon could see a strange spark in her eyes, “I don’t say this because I regret my past, Jon Snow. My trails have made me who I am today. But your revelation has reopened a path that I never traveled.”

Jon’s eyes widened in lust when he realized what she was implying. He stared at Daenerys’s red lips and said, “What path is that?”

“One that involves a Targaryen King standing by my side.”

There was a brief moment of stillness before Jon strode forwards and pulled Daenerys into a deep kiss. He thrust his tongue into her willing mouth and practically tried to drink her in.

Jon hadn’t been too successful in hiding the attraction he felt for Daenerys since the start. She had always been planning on using the lust Jon had for her to make him bend the knee, but unexpectedly, it had suddenly become paramount to ensure that Jon, a man with a possibly stronger claim, is connected to her. The easiest way to neutralize Jon Snow was to bed him and wed him. Daenerys was always a prudent woman, so she made a choice to seduce him immediately. It helped that Jon was a comely man.

Daenerys pushed away from him after a moment, “There are people who say that I’m a whore who seduces man into loyalty. You knew our connection prior to meeting me, Lord Snow, and I have a sneaking suspicion that you didn’t come into my court to simply get allies for your ‘army of dead.’ Tell me, was this what you had planned? Stealing into the bed of a Queen to take her for yourself.”

Jon started to hastily untie the dress Daenerys was wearing and said, “That army is real. It’s no excuse. And no, I certainly didn’t have a plan to fuck you when I came here. Your looks certainly put that thought in my head, though.”

Daenerys smirked, “Maybe you’re more Targaryen than I realized. You might not look the part, but you certainly have the lust for Targaryen cunt like our ancestors.”

Jon froze for a second before continuing, “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that. My Stark sensibilities might make me wilt if you continue on that line.”

Daenerys bit her lips when Jon ripped her dress off and pinched her nipples. She had a brief flashback to her cruel brother right before she was sold to Drogo. Daenerys shook her head. Jon looked nothing like him, and hopefully, acted nothing like him too.

Jon pushed Daenerys back onto her bed and climbed on top of her. Her breasts weren’t the largest nor the smallest that Jon had seen. They looked to be a perfect fit for her body. There was a small trimmed patch of silvery hair above her leaking cunt. This would usually be the moment when Jon would start to devour the girl’s pussy, but he was mindful that it might look too submissive. After all, this wasn’t a woman that he was about to make love to. This was a Queen that had to know that Jon would not be pushed around. Luckily, Jon had the tool just for that.

He pulled off his pants and under clothes, leaving Jon bare from the waist down. Daenerys licked her lips discreetly when she saw his large manhood that looked ready and eager to get inside her.

She looked up at Jon’s smug expression and smirked, “Don’t look too proud. My first husband was bigger than you, and my next lover wasn’t much smaller.”

Jon growled, “I don’t care about any other pathetic men that you may have had. I didn’t have much pride in many of my abilities, but my blade and my skill in bed have had no complaints.”

Daenerys leaned up to get a little closer to Jon, “Then prove it, nephew.”

Jon shuddered in equal amounts of disgust and forbidden excitement. With a knowing smirk, Daenerys said, “Oh my apologies, Jon Snow. I forgot that you were too sensible for that kind of talk… even though it is true.”

At this point, Jon knew that Daenerys was just mocking him. Jon settled between her legs with a wolf-like growl and bent down to cover her lips to block any more of her taunts. Jon was sure that doing this was a mistake, but he had been thinking of it ever since he had laid eyes on this woman.

Jon spread her legs further apart to make her cunt one and ready for his cock. He didn’t plan on going gentle with a woman who claimed to have had men larger than him. Besides, Daenerys was wet enough to take his hard cock easily.

Jon looked down at Daenerys purple eyes staring up at him in curiosity. She didn’t seem phased by what was supposed to happen, and all of a sudden, Jon had a new goal. Make her face slack with the pleasure that his cock gave her cunt.

Jon slammed his cock deep into Daenerys’s cunt and devoured her full lips in planned unison. She had opened her mouth in a gasp when Jon’s cock had spread her cunt and drove inside despite the resistance it found. That gasp saw Daenerys with her mouth filled with Jon’s searching tongue.

It was a way that she hadn't fucked before. Not that it was a surprise. Drogo had only fucked her from behind, and Darrio, for all that he boasted, didn’t dare to take her like this. Daenerys desired control in all parts of her life, and this was the first time she willingly gave it away. If it kept the throne in her hands, then it would be worth it.

Daenerys grunted into Jon’s mouth when he started to fuck into her, using the access he had to her body to put her legs over his shoulders. The bed began to creak at the force of Daenerys’s body being pounded into it. The sound of the flesh clapping and smacking against each other was echoing in the room.

Jon kept fucking into her when he separated himself from the kiss for breath. He panted as he looked down at the flushed Queen, “Did your previous lovers ever do this, Your Grace?”

With an almost mocking tone, Daenerys replied, “No, I would have kicked them out of my bed if they did.”

She was sort of telling the truth. Daenerys would never allow a man to treat her like this, but she loved the feeling of Jon punishing her cunt. Not that she would admit it.

Jon slammed his cock deep inside and stared wide-eyed at the silver-haired Queen. He was surprised that she almost sounded unaffected. Jon felt a wave of anger that he usually crushed and buried. But looking at the smug Daenerys broke something in Jon’s mind.

The sound of the Dothraki brought outside brought a smirk on Jon’s face. He said, “Then I’ll do as you say, your grace. I’ll get out of your bed immediately.”

Daenerys looked shocked at the sudden decision before she was lifted along with Jon’s body. Jon carried-fucked her to the balcony where you could overlook the Dothraki laughing and eating around a fire.

“What are you doing, Jon!”

“I’m showing your army just who is fucking your cunt. You said I’m not worthy of your bed. As a man who is used to following orders, I have to listen.”

“That’s not wh- mpff.”

Jon shut her up with his lips. With two handfuls of her arse, Jon used the grip to pump into Daenerys’s cunt. As good as it felt to use the Targaryen queen as a cocksleeve, Jon’s ear was listening to the Dothraki. When he realized that they hadn’t seen their beloved Queen being fucked, Jon started to meet Daenerys’s body in the middle. Trying to make the sound of their bodies slamming against each other as loud as possible. This surprisingly got a loud squeal to spill out of Daenerys’s mouth.

That finally got the attention of the Dothraki. But they didn’t do what Jon thought they would. Instead of jeers, a cheering cry of “Khaleesi” started to be chanted.

Jon froze in shock. He actually stopped fucking Daenerys and looked at the cheering men looking up at them. Daenerys chucked tiredly, making Jon turn back to her.

“It’s tradition to fuck in the open sky for the Dothraki. I’m not sure what you were trying to do, nephew, but it clearly failed.”

Jon bared his teeth at her in anger and pulled her face towards him again. For the second time since yesterday, Daenerys had called him something other than Jon Snow, acknowledging him as her family… but it was in the middle of some of the hardest sex Jon ever had.

Shoving that out of his mind, Jon started to grunt roughly as he tried to get to completion. He pumped his hips into Daenerys’s rippling arse as his cock was covered in her juices. Jon could feel it, it was so close that it just needed a trigger, and Daenerys spraying his thighs from an orgasm took him there.

They moaned into each other’s lips as Jons rutted into Daenerys’s cunt. Every pump depositing more cum into her pussy to the cheers of the Dothraki.

Jon held Daenerys to his hips for a few minutes until he had emptied everything in his balls. When he was done seeding her, Daenerys was finally let down on shaky legs.

“Looks like you are a Targaryen through-and-through, nephew. Easy to anger, does something foolish when angry, and the love for Targaryen cunt.”

Jon covered his face with a hand, “Please stop. I really don’t want to hear that.”

Daenerys waved to the still cheering crowd, “Whether you like it or not, that is the reality, Jon Targaryen. Now let’s discuss how we are going to join our claims. While I don’t mind being fucked outside, the bed is far more comfortable.”

Jon stared after her plump arse as she walked back inside. The next time he takes Daenerys, he’ll have to do it from behind.