Only Followers Chapter 19

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Jon put his hand on the spot where Myrcella had hit him as he looked at her in shock and surprise. The blow in itself had not hurt him at all, Myrcella could never physically harm him, but he still felt hurt and even more intrigued as to why she had hit him in the first place. Especially being her, after fucking her into submission the first time they met, Myrcella had been nothing more than a compliant, giggling kitten to him, always happy to please him or let any faults he made slide, she didn't even seem to mind that he had fucked her mother or any other women, as long as she remained his favourite.

So, the fact that she had hit him, coupled with her angry and indignant look, Jon guessed it might be something very serious. So much so that it sent a shiver down his spine to think of the possible reasons behind her anger. Jon prayed it wasn't something like he had gotten her pregnant, but on second thought, that might be more of a joy to Myrcella than a reason to be angry with him and slap him.

Maybe Cersei was the one who was pregnant? Jon prayed to the old and new gods that that was not the case.

"How dare you! How could you do this to me?" Myrcella reproached him again as she struck him again, his face turning the other direction, this time. But again, instead of feeling pain from the blow, he became increasingly afraid of the reason behind his anger.

Fuck, I really got her mom pregnant. Jon thought with a shudder.

Myrcella didn't stop after that, quite the contrary, with each recriminating word, her anger seemed to increase even more. This time, pushing at his chest with each word she blurted out, her thrusts were not strong enough to move him, but Jon instinctively backed away just the same.

"After everything I did for you, after everything I let you do to me. Even after I let you fuck any slut you wanted. Why her? Why did you have to fuck her? Why did you have to fuck Margaery Tyrell?"

It was right after she said those words that Jon finally reacted. Grabbing both of her hands to stop her from hitting him and staring into her teary eyes, Jon asked her completely in disbelief.

"What!?"

But at the same time Jon spoke, Margaery finally decided to come out of her hiding place, having heard the whole confrontation and knowing who her unexpected guest was. Standing behind him, she gave the young Lannister a not at all impressed look before saying with light humour.

"Hello, Myrcella. It's been a while, hasn't it? Though some things never seem to change, you're still a drama queen from what I see."

Myrcella finally seemed to shift her attention from him to focus on the brunette hiding behind him. And somehow, her eyes seemed to burn more furiously as they landed on the Tyrell woman, somehow managing to wriggle out of his grip and trying to rush furiously at Margaery. Fortunately, Jon was quick enough to catch her and hold her tighter in a tight embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist and pinning her against his body, preventing a catfight from unfolding in their apartment. Surely one of the things he least wanted or needed right now was just that.

First, he needed to find out what the hell was going on, but it would be hard to talk to Myrcella in her current state.

"You fucking bitch, I will kill you. How dare you put your filthy claws on my man." Myrcella rant angrily as she tried to escape his grip, with every intention of attacking the woman in front of her.

Margaery on the other hand seemed completely unperturbed by the blonde in front of her, though she no doubt drew out her quick conclusions on the words she had spoken. Turning her gaze from him back to Myrcella several times before finally speaking again.

"Hmh, I didn't know you two were a couple." She said, giving him a pointed look.

"We're not."

"Yes, we are."

They both said at the same time, eliciting an amused laugh from Margaery before she told them.

"You two look lovely, but it looks like you have things to sort out. I think I'd better go and leave you lovebirds alone." Margaery arranged her satchel and was more than ready to leave, but stopped when Myrcella spoke again.

"You think you can just fuck my boyfriend and leave just like that? You've always been a hypocritical bitch, Tyrell; you may fool people and the press by putting your angelic little face to the cameras and making them think you're a saint. But the reality is you have always been a shallow bitch who has no qualms about sleeping with other women's boyfriends or cheating on your own boyfriend. I can just imagine the feast the media will feast on you when all this comes out. Wonder how the Tyrell name will look like after this scandal and what your dear grandmother will say, maybe she'll have a heart attack from the shock."

Jon looked worriedly at Margaery after hearing Myrcella say those words, he only hoped that she wouldn't decide to throw herself at Myrcella, Jon doubted that even he would be able to separate them. And his fears only grew when he saw Margaery walk slowly and approach the blonde, without any fear that she was going to attack her. Getting close enough so that their faces were only an inch apart, before saying to her.

"Do you really want to go down that road, Lannister? Because we've been through this already and you should know by now that you're not the only one who knows things. After all, best friends tell each other everything, don't they?"

Wait, what? They were best friends? Jon wondered as he watched the women exchange in complete disbelief.

"You were never my friend; you were just pretending to be. You have always been and will always remain a backstabbing, opportunistic bitch, who took advantage of my trust and fame only to abandon me when I needed you the most. And as if that wasn't enough, you went running to the press and told them hundreds of lies about me, ruined my image and my modelling career." Myrcella shouted harshly at her; her face red with fury.

With a weary sigh, Margaery answered her, by saying.

"By the gods Myrcella, I've already told you a thousand times that it wasn't me who said all those things about you. I would never do something as horrible as that. Besides, I wasn't the one who abandoned you, you pushed me away. You preferred to surround yourself with bootlickers and lapdogs who agreed with you all the time and always told you the things you wanted to hear, not the things you needed to hear." 

"Shut up! Shut up you lying fucking bitch. You just wanted to take advantage of me and my fame." Myrcella said rabidly, this time reaching out her hands trying to get her hands on Margaery. Fortunately, the chestnut was quick enough to pull away from the enraged blonde.

"I bet your new 'friends' were the ones who told you that about me." Margaery said, looking disappointedly at the woman in front of her and not being able to help but remember that girl who had once been so sweet and cute to everyone. Though she really knew who had been the true negative influence on Myrcella, so she couldn't help but tell her with a slight tone of sarcasm. "Oh, maybe it was your mother, I bet she still thinks a mere Tyrell can't be friends with a golden lioness of the rock?

"Don't you dare mention my mother, she was the one who made me open my eyes about people like you. And about the mistake I was making by giving you the confidence to treat me as if you were my equal." Myrcella said, her words coming out venomous as she again tried to wriggle out of his grip again and lash out at Margaery.

"Okay, that's enough of that." Jon said, finally getting tired of her attitude. Shifting his grip on her, completely capturing her arms and leaving her completely unable to move.

"I hope one day you can see who the real people are that are making a dent in your life, Cella and realize that I was your only true friend." Margaery told her tiredly, finally ending by saying. "That I wasn't the one who went behind your back and made up all those lies; you should know that better than anyone."

"I don't believe you; I don't believe a single word that comes out of your filthy, manipulative mouth. You always wished for what I always had, you wished you could be me, but you never could. That's why you slandered me and even now you try to take my man away from me, but no that will never work. Jon loves me and I love him, I bet he doesn't even enjoy fucking your dirty, loose pussy-"

Jon finally got tired of listening to Myrcella, but he also figured that she had nothing more to say besides hurtful insults. So, he decided there was no point in keeping listening to her anymore, so he shut her up by putting his hand over her mouth and stopping her from saying anything else, turning to Margaery, he said.

"I'm sorry for all of this, maybe I should have done this earlier instead of letting her rant for so long." Myrcella tried to shake herself out of his grip as indignant choked gasps escaped her mouth. "I think it would be best if you left for now, Margaery. I'll take care of the rest." Jon finished by saying, gesturing with his head towards the blonde trapped and gagged in his arms.

Margaery nodded before turning back to Myrcella and saying.

"It was good to see you again, Cella. I hope next time they'll be under better circumstances, and with any luck you can act like a Lady befitting your status."

 Receiving one last angry and scathing look from the blonde, Margaery raised her head to look at him and speak.

"I really enjoyed my time with you, Jon. Despite all this dramatic and very anticlimactic denouement, I'd still like to see you again."

"I feel the same way." Jon told her, giving her a charming smile. Which Margaery returned and didn't hesitate to move closer to him and wrap an arm around his neck and pull him down for one last, very passionate kiss.

Margaery had no qualms about deepening the kiss, crushing her lips against his. All while Myrcella looked completely outraged at the scene, trying unsuccessfully to pull herself free and whimpering angrily, Jon ran his tongue over Margaery's sweet lips one last time and pulled back. They both looked at each other lovingly and Margaery finally left giving a last flirtatious smile and a cheeky wink to Myrcella. Jon watched her until she finally disappeared behind the door and closed it behind her.

Now finally alone with the little blonde in his arms, Jon took a deep breath before saying.

"Well, now you have my full attention." Myrcella slowly raised her head towards him and her expression changed from one of anger to one of fear, as if she was just now realizing her actions. "I think you forgot your place, my sweet Cella. So, why don't we set the record straight so there won't be any more misunderstandings."

This time grabbing her more roughly, more than he had ever done with any woman before, Jon practically dragged her across the room to the wall. First, he pinned her face against the wall, with a tight grip on the back of her neck, preventing her from making any movement and ignoring her complaints and pleas. Grabbing her little pink skirt, he tugged at them until they fell around her feet. Looking down at her round, tight bottom, he reached up and smacked her cheek with considerable force, this time not pleasant spankings like the ones he had given Margaery, meant to bring both pleasure and pain, but punishment spankings. Though that didn't stop the slutty blonde from enjoying them anyway.

The loud smack echoed throughout the room as his hand struck her firm flesh, Jon watched as a red handprint quickly formed on her pale cheek.

"Why don't we start at the beginning, don't you think?" Jon asked as he gave her another buttock another hard spank, making her whimper pitifully. "What the fuck makes you think you're my girlfriend, huh?"

"I'm yours, and you're mine." Myrcella said weakly, causing Jon to smack her on the ass again, making her squeal loudly.

"No, you've got half of it wrong. I am not your boyfriend; I am your master. And you're not my girlfriend, you're master's little whore. I can use you any way I want and fuck you whenever I please, do you understand that?" Jon whispered the words hoarsely in her ear.

"But... master." She tried to moan, but Jon would have none of it. Going back to spanking her, her bottom already heavily reddened from the abuse.

"Think very carefully about your next words, my sweet Cella. Are you a good little kitty for me, or are you not? Be aware that, if you answer incorrectly, I will never fuck you again" Jon warned her.

"I am a good kitty. Good and obedient master's kitty, I will be good, I promise."

"Oh, I believe you, my sweet Cella." Jon said with a victorious smile, this time gently caressing the beautiful reddened skin of her bottom. "And now that we've made the roles of our relationship clear. You know what that means, don't you?"

When the pretty blonde didn't respond, Jon proceeded to explain.

"That means I can do whatever the fuck I want and you don't get a say in it. I can fuck any OF slut I damn well please, I can fuck Margaery Tyrell if I want to. Or I can even fuck your mother and you can't hold anything against me, understand?"

Myrcella bit her lip prettily, no doubt not liking his words at all. So much so, that she dared to question him again.

"But why her, master? Your kitten can make you feel so much better than that woman, your kitten is willing to do anything to please you. There's nothing I won't do for my master. I bet she wouldn't even let you fuck her in the ass, unlike me."

Myrcella sensually whispered the last words, causing his pants to feel uncomfortable around him and bringing a smile to his face.

If he were a weaker man, he'd be fucking her by now. But Jon knew the dynamics of their relationship would change forever if he let himself be manipulated by her charms, he needed to stand his ground and remind her who the Dom was in this relationship.

Moving his grip from the back of her neck to her hair, he pulled her head back sharply so she could look up at him as he said.

"Are you planning on telling me what to do? Do you want me to get me another pet that won't cause me so many headaches and won't make a fuss in my apartment?"

He could see fear quickly forming in her eyes, no doubt the thought of being replaced frightened her terribly, it was no surprise when she was quick to say.

"No no no no, I'm sorry. Please forgive your kitty for all the trouble, I will never bother you again or tell you what to do. Maester can do whatever he wishes."

 "That's right." Jon told her before adding. "But I'm still going to have to punish you. You even dared to hit me."

With a pitiful groan, Myrcella told him.

"I'm sorry about that, I should never have hit you. It's just that I got pretty angry when I found out you had slept with that slut. I just couldn't help myself and came as fast as I could."

That made Jon's eyebrows narrow. How on earth had she found out he'd been with Margaery? Unable to stay in doubt, he decided to ask her.

"And how did you find out that I was with Margaery? Because it's not like we were doing a collaboration for OF and announced it on our social. I didn't tell anyone I was meeting with her and I highly doubt she told you."

Myrcella looked nervous and deliberately tried to avoid his gaze, remaining silent for several seconds. Until Jon decided that the best way to get her to talk was with another hard spanking, Myrcella let out a loud squeak again as his hand slammed into firm meat, finally making her confess.

"I... bribed the doorman of the building to keep me informed about all the visitors you received. And when he described a pretty brunette with hazel eyes that wore a strong floral perfume with a model's body, I knew it was her."

"You've been spying on me all this time?" Jon asked indignantly, more furious than before.

"I was just being a curious kitten; I would never have done anything to upset you. But being Margaery, I couldn't contain my anger. I... I'm really sorry, master."

Jon let out a disappointed and tired sigh, resting his forehead on her shoulder before saying, deliberately slurring his words.

"What I will do with you, my sweet Cella. You've been a very bad kitty, what would be the proper punishment for such an insolent pet?"

"I only did it because I love you, master. And... I was jealous, I couldn't bear the thought of Margaery sleeping with you. But I have learned my lesson, I will not question my master ever again. I will do anything to earn your forgiveness."

Myrcella declared sincerely and slavishly, managing to put a satisfied smile on her face, and deciding to ask her with a dark smile.

"Anything?"

 Myrcella's response was to nod slightly as she gazed lovingly at him with those pretty emerald eyes of hers.

"Maybe I should use this opportunity to reunite two former best friends, I don't like to see you two fighting." Jon suggested, wanting to see her reaction and what he saw did not disappoint him. Myrcella didn't react negatively to his words, so he was saying to push her even further, ending up suggesting amusedly.  "Besides, I've never had a threesome with two best friends, would it be like doing it with two sisters?" 

The only sound that escaped Myrcella's lips was a deep moan as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back to rest on his shoulder. Jon watched the scene with amusement as he kissed and bit her on the neck, his hands had moved to cup her soft small breasts beneath her top while the other had slipped beneath her tiny lace panties to caress her already moist folds with two fingers.

"Don't you think it would be fun, Cella, if we all got along?" Jon asked her, dipping two fingers between her tight lips and making her gasp.

"I- I'll do whatever master wants. You-you can have my mother and me at the same time, if you wish," Myrcella declared, stifling another gasp as Jon brushed her clit with his thumb. Myrcella arched her hips, rubbing her ass against his member as she moaned. Smiling, he kissed her on the temple and hugged her against his chest.

"Good girl" Jon complimented her before rewarding her for her so diligent submission.

Myrcella moaned loudly and squirmed in his arms as his thumb circled over her clit and his fingertips sought that sensitive bundle of nerves hidden in her tight depths. The petite blonde's hips jerked and a deep, sensual moan escaped her lips as he stimulated the slightly rougher area of skin. Jon ripped off her panties with extreme ease and tossed the fabric carelessly aside, beginning to grope and tease her erect, pink nipples harder as he kissed her neck harder, making sure to leave a mark so she wouldn't forget exactly who she belonged to.

"Ohh, master." Myrcella moaned softly. "Please let me come. I can't come unless you tell me to."

Smiling, he tightened his grip tightly around her chest to hold her in place. Suddenly beginning to pound his long, thick fingers in and out of her tight little pussy, rubbing firmly against the full length of her G-spot. Myrcella's eyes snapped open; her mouth opened in a silent scream. Within moments, she was writhing and shuddering and when he finally spoke the words, it was all for her.

"Cum for me, my sweet kitten." Jon whispered hoarsely to her.

Vast amounts of arousal flowed from her, soaking his hand, causing her knuckles to rap wetly against her mound. She tensed in his arms, her hips jerking as she tried to escape the overwhelming sensations, he was causing her. Eyes rolling, Myrcella cried out as a shower of arousal escaped her fingers and landed on the floor. Shuddering, trembling and gasping for air, she exploded twice more before he finally slowed down, rubbing her gently and kissing her neck.

Myrcella moaned pitifully as she let herself fall, relying entirely on him to hold her up. Her body continued to writhe uncontrollably as she lowered a hand to instinctively pull his away and protect her overstimulated, dripping mound. Jon let that pass due to her condition and simply limited himself to showering her with kisses and gentle caresses while she recovered, at least for a few moments.

"Sometimes I think I pamper you too much." Jon told her amusedly. "This was supposed to be a punishment."

Myrcella turned so she could face him squarely and wrapped her arms around his neck, her bright emerald eyes burning with excitement as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his greedily. Jon groaned in surprise, not expecting her to get aggressive, but he quickly got over it and kissed her back, slipping his tongue between her lips.

"I love you, master. Let me show you how much your kitten loves you." Myrcella said sensuously, dropping to her knees and beginning to work on his belt. "Please punish your kitten's naughty mouth and use me for your own pleasure."

Jon's cock throbbed as she used her nimble, quick fingers to unzip the front of his pants and reached down to pull out his hard length. Stroking it lightly, Myrcella opened her mouth and swallowed half of it, making sure to keep her eyes fixed on him throughout. The Lannister princess sucked hard on his cock as she backed up to the tip, then paused to swirl her tongue around his swollen glands. Jon's legs trembled and he squeezed her hair with his hands. His eyes darkened with lust as he watched her lips stretch around his girth.

But Myrcella was just getting started, grabbing his hips, she pulled them forward. She gagged hard as the tip hit the back of her throat. Jon pulled back slightly, but Myrcella pulled his hips again, looking up at him even as tears pooled in her eyes with his head caught on her lips.

This time, Jon decided to push forward, his fat head slamming against the back of her throat again, causing her to gag loudly. But Myrcella's only reaction was to wait patiently for his next action, with a satisfied smile Jon began to move his hips back and forth, holding her tightly with his hands, keeping her in place.

 Dropping his hands from her hips, Myrcella gagged on his entire cock as she descended a hand on her. Her cheeks burned from being stretched by his impressive girth, tears pooled at the corners of her eyes and thick strands of saliva dripped from her lips. When her hand reached its destination, she found herself as wet as when Jon had fingered her.

I'm a slut for him. She thought with excitement.

With each passing second, Jon became increasingly rougher, especially when he saw her fiddling with her clit and moaning around his length. Every now and then he would take a break, giving her a moment to catch her breath before he resumed fucking her face. Despite the discomfort, Myrcella couldn't believe how turned on she was. Even the pain in her jaw and the burning in her lungs added to the excitement and pleasure she felt.

Maybe I should misbehave more often. She thought amusedly.

With a groan, Jon thrust his hips forward and held them there, pinning the tip of his cock to the back of her throat. Myrcella pinched her nipple hard as she gagged, and another half inch of his considerable length slid into her throat. When he pulled away, she coughed and strands of cold, stringy saliva fell onto her chest. After a couple of deep breaths, she eagerly opened her mouth again.

Grinning, Jon lunged forward and fucked her mouth even faster. His fists clenched, pulling at her hair and causing her scalp to sting. Myrcella moaned, her fingers dancing around her throbbing clit. Her face crinkled and she felt her girth swell against his tongue. Rubbing her clit furiously, she mentally prepared herself.

Jon exploded into her mouth with a moan. Wrapping her lips around his throbbing shaft, Myrcella sucked hard on his thick, hot seed, pooling around her swirling tongue. Her legs trembled as his climax gradually subsided, leaving her mouth surprisingly full, considering he had already been milked last night, by another woman. Myrcella tilted her head up as he slowly withdrew, keeping her lips tight around his shaft and continued to suck him clean. As soon as he released with a gasp, she opened her mouth to show him the pool inside.

Closing her mouth, Myrcella closed her eyes and swallowed. The dirty act pushed her over the edge into a climax of shuddering moans. Once she swallowed it all, she gasped for air and breathed heavily. Recovering after a few seconds, Myrcella opened her eyes and blinked prettily at him before recapturing his length in her small hand and saying dreamily.

"Master, are you ready to punish your kitten's naughty pussy? Or do you plan to punish me by fucking and stretching my tight little ass? Your kitten will do her best effort to take all of Master's huge cock in her ass."

Jon watched the blonde happily declare her words while still on her knees stroking and kissing his spent cock as she looked at him with hunger and love in her eyes. Making him shake with disbelief and think to himself.

Fucking hell, I need a vacation.

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Catelyn scrolled through her OF profile and looked proudly at all she had accomplished in the last few weeks. The number of her subscribers had increased significantly since she started uploading a ‘spicier’ type of content. But that only made her want more, with this she had only managed to prove that she was at the same level as the other models on this platform, but now she wanted to prove that she was superior to them.

She wanted to reach the top 5 and then the top 3 and from there to reach the first place, positioning herself as the most beautiful and influential woman in all of Westeros. Moving to the rankings section, she analysed the women who were positioned in front of her and knew that it would not be an easy task to surpass all those beautiful young women. They were high profile models and undoubtedly the hottest women in the whole continent, but still her pride prevented her from backing down. After all, she was a Tully.

Perhaps her family had never become as important or influential as the Lannister’s, Starks or Targaryen’s, but they were still one of the great families that once ruled over the Riverlands. And for her, that gave her a great advantage, since the Tully’s had always had a special and close relationship with the Starks of the North, and right now there was a northerner who was succeeding on the blue platform. And Catelyn knew that the best way to prosper in this business was with collaborations and what better candidate than the most popular and handsome man of the moment. And besides that, she was sure that she would receive a yes to her proposal. After all, it is well known that northern men love redheads, especially if they are Tully women.

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I hope you enjoyed the chapter, Jon will most likely head north and take a break from the southern women and the Tully women will finally make an appearance for those who have been waiting for it. The next update will be the exclusive story starring Ashara Dayne, until then.