Only Followers Chapter 21

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After dispatching Myrcella, Jon began to prepare for his journey north. He always liked to pack light, but he knew this would be a special occasion, just like his trip to Dorne to meet Arianne. Besides, something told him that he might end up staying longer than he planned, anyway, he deserved a little vacation. And what better place to be in peace and tranquility than the north of Westeros, his native home.

Even the idea of staying permanently in the north crossed his mind for a moment. At first it was just an amusing idea, but the more he delved into it, the more the idea sounded more and more tempting. For as well as he was doing in the capital and the excitement he had found here, sometimes he simply felt too exhausted and the idea of getting away and getting away from it all was sometimes very tempting.

Added to that, Jon was sure that if he decided to move permanently up north, he could still make enough money to live quietly for the rest of his life. After all, it wasn't as if northern women had anything to envy the southerners. Definitely not, when they had exuberant delights like Catelyn Tully for example. The next one who came to his mind was another busty, but this time blonde, his former fuck bimbo, Val. Who, though she had moved to Kings Landing, was originally from the north like him.

Another one who quickly came to his mind, who despite not having grown much lately, had always managed to stay in the top ten. Although she had not yet been encouraged to make any kind of explicit content, Sansa Stark had undoubtedly earned her place. The pretty young redhead from Winterfell had managed to stay in the top ten in the same way as the still first place Daenerys Targaryen or even Ashara. But the latter to a lesser extent, as both Daenerys and Sansa had gone to such lengths to show off in sexy lingerie sets and provocative outfits. But to date, none had shown herself in front of the cameras in an explicit way.

Those three were the main female exponents of Northern OF that Jon could easily remember, surely there were more, but he wasn't someone who checked the social media so constantly. Although, if he dug deeper into his mind, he could recall a couple of names that had also caught his attention at one point, such as Dacey Mormont and Alys Karstark. The first one a very tall and exuberant woman of a slightly rougher appearance, but who still maintained a certain feminine beauty. The second was a brown-haired girl with a thinner figure and beautiful blue-gray eyes.

So, having all these women to collaborate with, Jon figured that would be more than fine. He thought with amusement before finally finishing fitting his last shirt into his suitcase before closing it.

It was certainly a nice thought and tempting no doubt, but at the same time he felt like he was running away. And as intense and crazy his life had become; he wouldn't change everything he had experienced so far for anything. Even sleeping with Myrcella. Because never before in his life could he have imagined having experienced everything he had done, and he did it all because he decided to move to Kings Landing. Maybe if he had stayed in the north none of this would have happened, he would never have made this much money, he would never have met women like Ashara or Arianne or even being able to meet and sleep with Cersei Lannister herself, after having slept with her daughter. It was a completely crazy thing to do, but it was also a completely fun and addictive life. Besides, if his instinct didn't fail him, he was more than confident that there would still be more beautiful women to meet and more thrilling situations to experience.

And this little trip to the north was just going to be one more chapter in his book, just as his trip to Dorne was. And who knows, maybe he would end up with more than one fun surprise. And with that positive thought in mind, he closed the zipper of his suitcase and pressing the button to pull the handle, he dropped it on the floor and started walking towards the door. At the same time, he checked the expensive watch that Arianne gave him, looking at the time and confirming that he was right on time.

Jon was ready and eager for this new adventure and to return home, but he definitely would not be ready to meet the Tully women.

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“Thank you.” Jon said to the pretty flight attendant, after she had set his whiskey down alongside his neck cushion.

Leaning back in his seat, Jon took a swig of his drink before relaxing deeply. He usually always slept during flights, not exactly because he was afraid of flying, but mostly because he found the activity extremely boring.

Flying on the back of a dragon. Now that, no doubt, would have been a fun and exciting way to fly, Jon could only imagine what the ancient Targaryen had experienced on the backs of such beasts. Now he just had to make do with traveling first class, and a glass of whiskey to help him endure the journey. Fortunately, the flight would not take more than a couple of hours, but on the other side, he did not think he would be able to sleep this time.

Despite Myrcella's many efforts to tire him out, the thought of meeting Catelyn Tully was almost as great as the one he felt when he traveled to Dorne to meet Arianne for the first time. Although this time, it was arguably a much more sentimental occasion, due to the fact that he was returning to what had once been his home. He had as many bad as good memories of the north, unfortunately the bad memories for him started at a very young age, because his parents one day decided they didn't want him anymore and left him in front of the doors of a Wintertown foster home.

Only accompanied with a note indicating the name they had given him, 'Jon Snow'. If his parents' surname was really Snow or if it was a sick joke because in ancient times the northern bastards were baptized with the name 'Snow', Jon didn't know. And he might never know, but he had made his peace with that a long time ago, he wasn't at all interested in finding out who his real parents were or why they abandoned him. They had made that decision and he wouldn't go after them for explanations, but to be fair to them. It could be said that they had inherited more than just a name.

For if there was one thing, he could deduce from them, it was that they were quite possibly very good-looking people to have a son like him. For Jon had always stood out from the rest of the children, something that made him not get along very well with the other children in the orphanage, but that never mattered to him. He had always been a lone wolf and in fact, he liked it that way. Besides, he also hated the idea of being adopted, something that amusingly happened quite often due to his good looks.

During his childhood years he had easily been adopted by ten different families, from some consisting of numerous members and sweet parents who had a lot of 'love' to give to as many children as possible. To parents who for some reasons could not have children of their own or even wealthy parents who simply wanted a very good looking and educated child who could inherit their businesses. But no matter where he ended up, he always managed to return to the orphanage. 

He had been a very troubled child back then, but that was because he simply hated playing happy family with people other than his real parents. The truth was that his real parents didn't want him and simply chose to get rid of him. In his mind, Jon would simply be pretending to be happy and pretending that he actually had a family that loved him, when in reality, he had been picked out of a bunch of kids simply because he was the most 'attractive'. He wasn't a fucking dog, of that, he was sure.

Fortunately, after he turned twelve, they started to leave him alone, because most parents were looking to adopt a child. Not a troublesome boy on the verge of his adolescence and he couldn't have been happier about it.

On the negative side, Jon always thought his life was going to get better after leaving the orphanage, but it didn't quite work out that way. Back then, he came to deeply regret not staying with one of those rich families. Although, now he was glad how things had turned out, back then it wasn't easy at all. But looking back it wasn't all bad, he was even glad he had met Ygritte.

Although, he also prayed that he wouldn't run into her now by some chance, the only redhead he wanted to deal with on this trip, was Catelyn Tully. For, while he had had his good times with Ygritte, their relationship had not ended well at all. And maybe all the boys said this, but in his case, it was completely true, he had not been to blame for anything, he had always done everything he could to make their relationship work. But it was something impossible to achieve when Ygritte was completely insane, really insane.

Ygritte would pick fights with him over nonsense and blame him for things he had nothing to do with. Her jealousy reached almost psychotic levels, to the point where he couldn't get close to any other girl, it went so far that she made a fuss at a poor waitress for just smiling at him. It wasn't even a flirtatious smile, like the one the flight attendant gave him when she handed him his stuff, it was more of a helpful and polite smile. But none of that mattered to Ygritte and she ended up making a scene, which were getting worse and worse.

Eventually, he had enough of her unbridled jealousy and explosive attitude, blaming him or throwing it in his face that he was going to cheat on her at any moment. It was no surprise that Jon ended the relationship not long after that, but not before of course, with a huge fight where Ygritte almost killed him by throwing a knife she had taken from the kitchen, fortunately he was able to dodge it in time and only ended up slightly cutting his arm. After that, Jon ran out of there and didn't look back.

But all that aside, his relationship with her was one of the ones he remembered the most. Because of all the first times he shared with her, and all the things she taught him. And above all he especially remembered the first time they met. For when Ygritte didn't have a horrible angry grimace on her face, she could be very pretty, and it was that pretty, seductive face that attracted him so much at first. And it was her wild and unbridled attitude that finally won him over.

And how could he not fall for her charms when he had been an inexperienced fifteen-year-old boy at the time. And she was an experienced and seductive woman of nineteen. He could still remember how she looked that first night they met, she was dressed in tight black leather pants, which clung to her long slender legs, a small black top that exposed her flat belly, showing off the piercing she had in her navel, covered only by a black leather jacket and finished the look with high black leather boots. She also had another piercing in her nose which decorated her pretty and freckled face, and how could it be otherwise, she was the first to approach him.

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“First time you come here?” The pretty redhead asked him, getting closer than necessary to him when she spoke to him. He could smell the scent of cigarettes and alcohol on her breath.

“Yeah.” Jon replied, doing his best to hide his obvious nervousness. But apparently, he failed spectacularly, as the redhead flashed him a predatory smile at his shyness, finding it both amusing and exciting.

“What's your name boy?” Was his next question.

“Jon Snow.” He answered before telling her, this time trying to sound firmer in his words. “And I'm not a boy.”

“So, you think of yourself as a man?” She told him teasingly. “Have you ever been inside a woman, Jon Snow?”

His silence was the only answer she needed.

“You can't call yourself a man if you've never put your pretty little prick inside a woman's cunt.”

“It's not small, I assure you.” Jon told her, this time with full conviction in his words and because of the expression Ygritte gave him, she believed him.

“You know nothing, Jon Snow. A woman is the one who decides that and let me tell you a little secret about us. All women are size Queens."

“I'll be sure to remember that.” Jon said, this time managing to sound much more confident.

Ygritte smiled at him before running a long, slender finger across his chest and saying.

“I can teach you many more things, Jon Snow. Things you have so far only been able to imagine and fantasize about while using your own hand to satisfy yourself.” Slowly lowering her finger over him, until she reached his belt, Ygritte finished by asking him. “Have you ever had your cock sucked?”

Feeling his throat too dry to answer, Jon only shook his head.

Smiling sensuously at him, Ygritte took his hand and began leading him to a place more secluded from the crowd as she said. “Well, today is your lucky day, Jon Snow.”

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Jon would never have imagined that his night would end like this, tucked away in a corner away from the crowd, with a seductive and naughty redhead on her knees in front of him. Who was eagerly unbuttoning his pants, grabbing the belt of his pants along with the belt of his boxers, Ygritte pulled them both down at the same time. Finally, revealing his impressive length. Even semi erect, it had an intimidating size. And the redhead in front of him was quick to show her excitement at this. Purring seductively as she held his heavy length and rubbed it erotically all over her pretty little face before saying to him.

“I'm going to have quite a bit of fun with this huge cock.”

Leaning forward, Ygritte stuck out her tongue and licked him from base to tip. His length throbbed eagerly against her tongue, a drop of arousal escaping from his tip. She made sure to lick it as she stared at him with light blue eyes, full of arousal and lust. Continuing to lick his entire shaft, she made sure to coat it with her saliva before opening her lips and wrapping her mouth around his head. Jon closed his eyes and moaned as her wet, hot mouth wrapped around his tip, her tongue swirling around his swollen head.

Ygritte began to bob her head up and down, gradually taking more and more of his length with each descent. When she reached the middle of his shaft, she paused to look up at him before slowly returning to the head. Jon couldn't help but wiggle his hips, desperately trying to bring his cock back into her warm, welcoming mouth. But the teasing redhead held him by his hips to keep him in place, before suddenly diving on to him, burying his entire length in her throat and pressing her nose against his groin. Jon moaned and gasped as her throat encircled him and her tongue twisted along the base of his shaft.

After several excruciatingly pleasurable seconds, she pulled back as she sucked hard until her lips parted from his head with a pop.

“Do you like having your cock sucked, Jon Snow?” Ygritte asked him with an amused smile as she wiped a trickle of saliva from her chin.

Feeling speechless, Jon merely nodded.

Chuckling as she continued to stroke him teasingly, his cock throbbing needily in her hand, she told him.

“Of course you do. Try to hold out as long as you can, we're just getting started.”

Before he could say anything, she plunged back onto his cock and bobbed her head rapidly. Again and again, she drove him to the base, her nose bouncing on his groin as thick strands of saliva coated his length. As much as he tried to hold out Jon felt himself being quickly brought to a climax as she brutally fucked him with her own throat. The sensation was extremely incredible and added to the erotic sounds of the loud, wet gagging sounds she made each time she swallowed him all the way down, pushed him even further towards his peak. Just as his balls tightened, preparing to unload his contents directly into her stomach, she pulled away from him completely, making him groan in frustration. His cock bobbed in front of her, the head swollen and red with anger.

“I don't want this to be a one-time occasion, I want to have so much more fun with this cock, with you. Will you be my boy toy, Jon Snow?” She asked him as she stroked him, keeping him on edge.

Completely unaware of what he was agreeing to and blinded by his desire to cum, Jon didn't even hesitate with his answer.

“Yes, I'll do whatever you want. Just let me cum, please.”

“Good boy.” She told him with a satisfied smile before lowering her head again. Capturing half his length on her lips, she sucked hard. Knowing he was close; she stared at him with her big blue eyes and used her tongue to fiddle with his swollen head.

“Fuck, I'm going-.”

Jon interrupted himself with a growl as he burst into her mouth. The seductive redhead purred sensuously as she felt his hot load fill her mouth, she continued to suck him until she was sure she had captured every last drop of cum he had.

Jon collapsed onto his back with his head lying on the wall and his eyes closed, but he still heard Ygritte's loud swallowing after she finally pulled away from his cock.

“Oh, by the way. My name is Ygritte.” She told him with a smile while still continuing to lovingly kiss his cock.

“Nice to meet you, Ygritte.” Jon told her, still panting.

He could never have predicted that this delicate, pretty redhead who kissed and worshipped his cock so fervently would be a complete nutcase who would make his life hell for the next few months.

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Jon was snapped out of his thoughts by the pretty flight attendant who rubbed his shoulder affectionately before informing him that they were about to take off and he should fasten his seat belts. Jon nodded and did as she asked. He also noticed how she seemed a little disappointed that he showed no interest and left without another word.

I'm sorry, love. But I already have a date. He thought with a smile, making him think of another redhead, but this time a much more exuberant and hopefully not as crazy as the last one.

But even if Catelyn turned out to be as crazy as Ygritte, this time it would just be business. He would go as formal and professional as possible, everything they would do would be in front of a camera and no feelings would be involved.

And based on his past experiences, that was for the best.

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"Oh, my gods, Auntie. I'm so jealous, I can't believe you actually got Jon Snow to come north just to do a collaboration with you.”

On the other end of the phone, Catelyn smiled satisfactorily as she checked the nails she had just had done before replying to her niece.

“It was not an easy task to accomplish, let me tell you that my dear. But as you may know, we Tully women can be quite persuasive when we want to be."

Laughing gleefully at that and unable to help but feel admiration for her favorite auntie, Sansa told her.

“You definitely have to tell me how you managed to convince Jon Snow to travel halfway across Westeros to do a video collaboration with you. I'm sure practically every woman inside the top fifty wishes they could do a collaboration with him. Especially after how he catapulted Arianne Martell and Myrcella Lannister's numbers after doing a video with them."

Sansa couldn't help but bite her lips at the memory of said videos, she had been one of the lucky few who had managed to save the video Jon made alongside Myrcella. Because she was a big fan of the Lannister girl and was always attentive to everything she posted on her social media, and the video she made with Jon Snow was among her favorites.

She had always been a follower of Myrcella Lannister, because she was practically what Sansa always wanted to be. At a young age, Myrcella became a world-renowned model and even when she retired from modeling and decided to join the OF world, she was the only one who could match and almost beat Daenerys Targaryen's record of reaching one million subscribers in less than a single day. And not only that, but she also managed to stay inside the top five without the need to make any kind of explicit content. Something that Sansa decided to imitate, since she wanted to be just like her. And one of her greatest achievements was when she managed to enter the top ten in that way and still remained, even though almost all of them, including her own auntie Catelyn, had opted to make much more explicit content.

But when she saw the elegant and refined Myrcella Lannister, being practically reduced and treated like a common whore by Jon Snow, it awakened something in her. Since then, she hadn't been able to go more than a few days without being able to watch the video and touch herself wildly to the point of reaching multiple orgasms, imagining herself in place of the Lannister girl. Her greatest fantasy since then was to achieve top one, the way Myrcella had achieved it, and she knew that for that, she needed Jon Snow on her side. And with Jon coming north, she might not have a better chance than now.

“Well how do you guess, my dear. He is a very busy and in-demand man, especially now and as you said yourself. Every OF model dreams of being able to do a collaboration with him. But I was confident in myself and above all, in his good judgment. I was sure that once he has seen me, he wouldn't be able to refuse an invitation from me.”

"You're right, Auntie. Even at your age, you look incredibly beautiful and hot, I hope to look like you when I'm older.”

Catelyn's smile disappeared from her face for a second at her niece's words, before she told her this time more coldly.

“I'm not that old, dear niece. And you shouldn't brag about your youth in front of your elders.”

To which Sansa, this time hastened to say.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that.”

“It's all right, my dear. I only forgive you because you are my favorite niece and after all, I was exactly like you when I was your age.”

Sansa thanked her for the compliment and taking a deep breath, dared to ask.

“And by any chance, now that you're going to meet Jon Snow, do you think there's any chance you could introduce me to him?”

Catelyn flashed a smile across the phone that Sansa couldn't see. She couldn't blame her niece for trying, after all, she would do the same if she were in her place.

“I'll try my dear, but as you know, we'll be very busy most of the time, if you know what I mean? But don't worry, I'll certainly tell him about you and see if he's interested.”

"Thanks, Auntie. You're the best, hopefully he knows me too. Although he's always preferred to associate with women who are willing to show a little more to the camera.” Sansa told her, not being able to help but sound hopeful.

“I'm more than sure he knows who you are, Sansa. You are the epitome of Tully beauty in the prime of her youth.” Catelyn told her in all sincerity. But when she didn't hear a reply back from her niece for several seconds, she spoke again. “Hello? Sansa dear, are you still there?”

It was only after a few more seconds that her niece spoke again.

“Yes, sorry, it's my mother again.”

Smiling amused and wearily at her sister's attempts to control her daughter's life, Catelyn told her.

“She is again insisting you return home with her and close your OF account?”

“Yes.” She said wearily. “Gods, she just can't leave me alone.”

Holding back her wry laughter, Catelyn told her.

“My sister has always been a drama queen. Even when she's to blame for many things.”

“I wish you could have been my mother, Auntie Cat.”

“I could have been.” Catelyn said, but without delving into it and preferring to quickly change the subject. “But you simply have to stand up to Lysa, Sans. You're a grown woman now, she has no say in your life or the decisions you make. Oh, and don't forget to send my regards to my sister.”

“Possibly that will infuriate her even more.” Sansa told her.

“That's exactly why you have to do it.” Catelyn told her with a huge smile, sharing her auntie's sentiment, Sansa said goodbye.

“Goodbye, auntie. Don't forget to tell me all the details how it went with Jon.”

“I won't have to tell you anything, my dear. It will all be uploaded on my page.” Sharing a last laugh, Catelyn bid her farewell and finally ended the call.

Setting her phone aside, Catelyn turned her attention back to her dressing table mirror as she picked up her favorite lipstick which was a deep cherry color. She would make sure she looked her best to greet her special guest. The first and easiest step in her plan was to get Jon to travel north, now the real challenge was to make him unable to leave her side. And Catelyn having total confidence in her looks and seduction skills, was more than confident that she would succeed. By the end of the week, Jon would either move completely to the North or he would return to Kings Landing with her.

Catelyn was sure that all the women wanted to use him to boost their own numbers, but that was simply a novice's game. Catelyn was a real woman compared to all those silly girls he was so used to dealing with. This OF thing was just a means to an end and for her, that end was Jon Snow. From the first moment she laid eyes on him she knew he was the perfect candidate to be her husband. Catelyn could get a rich man to provide for her at the snap of her fingers, but she wanted more than that. She wanted her man to be young and virile, able to keep up with her in the bedroom. Tall of course, she was a taller than average woman and with heels she was even taller, and the last thing she desired was a man who reached her shoulder. He also had to be handsome, charming and gentlemanly, if she was going to give him children, they had to inherit his strong and graceful genes. Thanks to her sister she already knew what happened when you gave children to a sickly and weak man, money couldn't buy everything.

And speaking of money, he had to be rich enough to support her extravagant lifestyle. That had been the main problem she had encountered, there were handsome, young and strong men, but none could possibly provide for her. And she definitely didn't plan on providing for them. That's why she needed to capture Jon Snow's heart, he marked all the conditions she had for the perfect man. She was even willing to be lenient, she knew it would be hard to make him give up his career. So, as long as she was the wife, she could let him keep fucking other regular bitches, just for work of course. But she was more than confident that he would only need her, together they would be the hottest and most popular couple in Westeros.

Finishing applying the seductive lipstick and pouting in front of the mirror, Catelyn decided she was more than ready. Still in her bathrobe, she had a brilliant idea. Pulling the towel off her head and letting her long reddish hair fall over her, she opened the neckline of her robe even wider, exposing the ample bosom of her breasts and holding one up with one hand. She used her other hand to take a selfie from above and sent it to Jon, with a simple message.

I can't wait for you to be here. Don't make me wait long.

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I'm a little late, but this chapter is important as it finally introduces us to the northern arc. Which I plan to be a lot of fun and quite smutty, we also see a bit of Jon's past, which is interesting.... But more importantly, this arc will be full of Tully redheads and more flashbacks to Jon's relationship with Ygritte and the things she taught him to become the man he is now.

The next update will be an exclusive One-Shot between Jon/Margaery. Until then.