Jon/Arianne (Power is Everything) Side Stories - The Darkstar

"You sure this is a good idea," Robb said as he stood next to Jon. The son was beating down on their heads forcing the Stark heir to wipe the sweat off. Dorne was a hot place full of deserts and barren wastelands, a far cry from the cold snowy lands of the north.

Jon shrugged "She told me that my father passed through Dorne when she was a girl, but she wouldn't tell me anything until I dealt with her current 'suitor'," he replied as he scratched his chin. He dealt with the cold a lot better than Rob did due to the nature of his aura; his aura when he released it was cold in its natural state as if it was already transmuted into ice or snow.

"Still though, think it's a good idea to make enemies in Dorne?" Robb asked as he yawned.

"I'm sure it won't be too bad, I mean the guy calls himself the Darkstar, he can't be too dangerous," Jon joked which made Robb laugh. They continued to joke and make fun of his name, though unbeknownst to them the Darkstar had entered the courtyard accompanied by Daemon Sand and Arianne Martell.

He felt his veins almost pop out of his head when he heard those two northern savages mock him, but it didn't matter; soon he would show them their places on the pecking order. Arianne felt a little disappointed when she saw Jon, the person she hoped could save her from her current predicament acting like a child. She hoped the information about Daemon Blackfyre could spur him to act seriously but it seemed she was wrong.

“Let’s get this farce over with, why Prince Oberyn even allowed this duel is beyond my understanding,” Darkstar snarled as he unbuckled his sword belt letting it drop to the floor as he unsheathed his sword. Jon looked at Robb who shrugged before doing the same, only his sword was noticeably different than Darkstars, it was a smokey black colour with ripples cascading down the blade. “I think I’ll like adding that sword to my collection,” Darkstar smiled as he ran his tongue across his own sword, an act that perplexed the two younger men.

“Try not to take too long I want to go inside, I’m not made for this weather,” Robb complained as he panted in the intense heat.

Jon and Darkstar walked to the centre of the large courtyard, weapons in hand. Darkstar wielded his beautifully crafted castle-forged steel sword, while Jon gripped his Valyrian steel bastard sword. The air between them crackled with tension, the spectators holding their breath in anticipation.

Darkstar smirked at the younger boy. "Give up now and I’ll let you go with your dominant hand," he said cockily.

Jon looked at him with a bored expression. "Get on with it," he replied.

With a flash of steel, the duel began. Darkstar lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air with practised precision. Jon parried with a swift upward block, the clang of metal against metal ringing through the courtyard. They circled each other, each looking for an opening. Darkstar's style was aggressive and fluid, his strikes aimed to overpower and disarm. He slashed at Jon's midsection, but Jon sidestepped, bringing his own sword down in a counterattack. Darkstar twisted his wrist, deflecting the blow and spinning to deliver a backhand strike that Jon barely avoided.

Jon's style was more measured and strategic. He used his longer reach to keep Darkstar at bay, striking with precision and retreating before Darkstar could counter. He swung his sword in a wide arc, forcing Darkstar to step back, then followed with a quick thrust. Darkstar blocked, the force of the impact sending vibrations up both their arms. They danced around the courtyard, their swords a blur of motion. Jon used the environment to his advantage, dodging behind pillars and leaping over low walls to escape Darkstar's relentless assault. At one point, Darkstar's sword sliced through a stone column, sending debris flying. Jon used the distraction to land a glancing blow on Darkstar's shoulder, drawing first blood.

Darkstar growled and pressed the attack, his movements becoming more frenzied. He leapt onto a fallen statue, using the height to launch a series of downward strikes. Jon parried each blow, his feet sliding on the dusty ground as he tried to maintain his balance. Darkstar jumped down, his sword aimed at Jon's neck. Jon ducked, rolling to the side and coming up with a powerful swing that Darkstar barely blocked. Jon saw an opening and kicked Darkstar back, sending him stumbling. Darkstar scowled at the boy before releasing his aura. Jon did the same, their auras flaring to life and creating a palpable pressure in the air.

With their auras unleashed, the battle took on a new intensity. Darkstar's aura was dark and oppressive, enhancing his strength and speed. He charged at Jon, his sword a blur as he struck with renewed ferocity. Jon parried and countered, his cold aura creating a shimmering frost on his blade. Darkstar swung his sword in a wide arc, aiming to cleave Jon in two. Jon ducked under the strike. He slashed at Darkstar's leg, but Darkstar jumped back, the blade missing by inches.

They exchanged blows with incredible speed, their auras clashing with each strike. Jon's cold aura began to freeze the ground around them, creating patches of ice that Darkstar struggled to navigate. Darkstar retaliated with a powerful downward strike, which Jon blocked, but the force of the impact sent him skidding back. Darkstar used his aura to create a shadowy veil around himself, making it difficult for Jon to see his movements. Jon countered by using his "Scout", extending his aura to sense Darkstar's position. As Darkstar lunged from the shadows, Jon sidestepped and slashed, cutting a deep gash in Darkstar's side.

Darkstar roared in pain and anger, his aura flaring even brighter. He swung his sword with reckless abandon, the force of his strikes creating shockwaves that cracked the stone beneath their feet. Jon parried and dodged, using his cunning to stay one step ahead. Jon saw an opportunity and kicked a loose stone at Darkstar, who deflected it with ease but was momentarily distracted. Jon used the moment to land a solid strike on Darkstar's arm, the cold aura freezing the wound and slowing Darkstar's movements.

Darkstar retaliated with a powerful strike that Jon managed to block, the impact sending vibrations up his arms. They clashed again and again, each exchange leaving them more battered and bruised. The courtyard began to show the signs of their battle. Stone columns were shattered, the ground was scarred with deep cuts and patches of ice, and debris littered the area. They fought on, their swords a blur of motion and their auras creating a spectacular display of power.

Jon saw his chance and kicked Darkstar back once more. Darkstar stumbled, his aura flickering with the strain of the fight. He looked at Jon with fury in his eyes and released even more of his aura, the shadows around him deepening.

"Let's finish this," Darkstar growled.

Jon nodded, his Crimson Eyes flaring to life. "Agreed."

They charged at each other, their swords clashing with a force that shook the courtyard. Jon used his "Echo Imprint" ability, setting imprints around the battlefield. Darkstar, unaware of the traps, pressed his attack, his sword strikes becoming more desperate and powerful.

Jon dodged and weaved, leading Darkstar into the imprints. As Darkstar stepped on one, it activated, releasing a burst of aura that staggered him. Jon took advantage, landing a series of quick strikes that sent blood splattering across the ground. Darkstar roared in frustration and unleashed his "Umbral Lord" ability, creating chains of shadowy aura that lashed out at Jon. Jon dodged the chains, using his enhanced speed and agility to stay ahead of Darkstar's attacks.

Jon set another imprint and lured Darkstar towards it. When Darkstar stepped on it, the imprint activated, releasing a burst of cold aura that froze his leg in place. Darkstar struggled to free himself, his aura flaring as he shattered the ice, but Jon was already on the move. Using "Echo Recall," Jon activated all his imprints simultaneously. The courtyard erupted in bursts of aura, each one hitting Darkstar from a different angle. Darkstar stumbled, his aura flickering and weakening under the onslaught.

Jon moved in for the final strike, his Valyrian steel sword glowing with his cold aura. Darkstar swung wildly, trying to fend him off, but Jon was too quick. He ducked under Darkstar's blade and drove his sword into Darkstar's side, the cold aura freezing the wound and sapping Darkstar's strength. Darkstar fell to his knees, his sword clattering to the ground. Jon stood over him, his Crimson Eyes still glowing.

Darkstar looked up at him, his eyes filled with rage and resignation. "How...?"

“I guess I’m just that good,” Jon said with a smirk before smacking him across the face with the hilt of his sword and knocking him out.

*Applause*

Jon looked behind him to see Robb clapping slowly. “Fuck off Robb…” Jon said with a shake of his head. His eyes then went towards Arianne who watched him like a predator, despite the ice surrounding the courtyard her face was flushed and she breathed heavily.

“I think we should have that talk,” Jon said to Arianne, his crimson eyes piercing through her.

“Yes…”

…

“YES!”

“YES!”

“YES!”

Arianne screamed as Jon had her Brant over the table his large cock piercing her sex. It was so thick that it felt like she was being split in half, her toes scraped against the stone floor as he thrust inside her. His balls slapped against her nub adding an extra layer of pleasure. “Such a little harlot,” Jon growled as he started delivering powerful strokes that made her scream in pleasure. “Barely a moment in the door and you’re already begging for me,” he said as his hands went up her smooth back, grabbing a fistful of her dark curly hair and pulling her head up. “Uhhh… Uhhhhh… Aaaaaaahh!” Arianne moaned as she felt Jon invade her again and again. She had lost count of how many orgasms she had, she’d nearly orgasmed when she saw Jon beat Darkstar. The power he held made her wet, and now she was at his mercy, he could do anything he wanted to her and she’d be powerless to stop him.

Jon grunted as he looked down, Arianne was short and curvaceous, her arse was incredible and every time his groin impacted hers it rippled. He let go of her hair and gripped her cheeks spreading them. His finger brushed around her tight anal ring “Nuuuuuu…” Arianne moaned as she turned back, her cheeks were red and she was almost drooling from her mouth.

Jon didn’t listen to her and he started pressing against her anal cavity, it pushed back against him; as a hole that had never been used it was tight, almost unbelievably so. He applied more pressure and soon it began to give way; Jon felt her hole tighten around his cock as his finger slip into her anus.

“UHUUHHHHHHHHH!” She screamed as she squirted uncontrollably onto Jon’s cock. “More! Please! Moreeee!” Arianne moaned as she tried pushing her arse back into his waist.

Jon moved out of her pussy stretching as he did. His cock was still hard but he took pleasure in watching Arianne pout at him and follow him. She pressed her considerable breasts into his back, reaching around his back and grabbing his cock. “You can do whatever you want to me,” she purred as she started pumping his cock.

With her warm juices surrounding his cock and acting as lubrication it felt good when she moved her hand up his shaft. However, Jon pushed her away and sat down on the edge of her bed. “Clean me,” he said with a grin on his face. In his experience, not many women would lower themselves to sucking on the cock of a man, especially not a bastard such as himself.

But Arianne was not like most ladies, she burned for Jon at the moment. Every part of his body made her flower wetter, she would kiss, suck, and bite anything she told him to and would let him out his cock anywhere he wanted. She fell to her knees immediately pressing her face to his cock “Never have I seen such a beautiful cock,” she whispered as she ran her tongue up his shaft. Jon moaned as he leaned back slightly, revelling in the warm feeling of her mouth as it placed sensual kisses along the shaft. Arianne’s tongue brushed against the backside of his tip which made it twitch. She smiled before fully engulfing it in her mouth and sucking gently on it.

Arianne’s sex was gushing as she pushed Jon’s cock further into her mouth until it was resting at the door to her throat. She could feel the balls in her hand start to churn and move; she couldn’t take any more of his cock inside her but that didn’t seem to matter to Jon who grabbed her by the back of her head and started pushing her down further. She could do nothing but relax her throat as his cock impaled her. Jon groaned as he slid down her; her tight throat was almost like a second skin and he knew he wouldn’t last long if he kept on going.

Tears started flowing out of her eyes as she started choking on his hard shaft. Though she let it happen, and allowed Jon to push her even further. Jon looked behind her and smirked as he saw copious amounts of her fluid spraying on the floor. His limit was soon approaching and he felt his balls start to grow as his seed started to bubble inside. With a roar he thrust completely inside her throat burying it to the hilt; Arianne felt his dark pubic hair tickle her nose as he began spraying his seed into her stomach. She felt the warm liquid pour into her and it did nothing but turn her on more, make her long for it between her thighs.

Jon stood up pushing Arianne onto her knees while withdrawing his cock. He pumped it a few times and watched as his seed covered her face and breasts Arianne opened her mouth hoping to taste the seed of the potent man before her. Ten seconds later Jon finished spraying his seed.

Arianne felt so turned on being covered in his seed and began rubbing it into her sun-kissed skin. Seeing that he was still hard she smirked and moved back onto her backside spreading her legs and showing Jon her soaking wet sex and the dark pubic hair that surrounded it.

“Anything you want…” she purred.

(AN: Let me know what ya think)