Sam glanced up sharply from his papers, the echoing of the horn still in his ears. Ooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeee. He braced himself for a second blast, ready to leap into action should wildlings be attacking, but thankfully it was just the one. He ambled over to the window to see who was returning. It looked to be Qhorin Halfhand with some rangers, and not alone. There were in fact wildlings... captives, if he was not mistaken. He should probably go find out what was happening. Sam never thought being the eyes for Maester Aemon would entail such a huge amount of walking around, and his stubby legs ached something fierce by the end of most days.
He stepped into the yard and found Dolorous Edd with some other brothers. "Looks like the Halfhand brought us more mouths to feed. Sure.. we got plenty enough food for ourselves, why not bring home some wildlings to feast?" he grumbled, "I know who is gonna end up going hungry tonight."
Sam looked over the ragged arrivals, noting with surprise some women and children even. Not captives then, surely? Qhorin was in a corner of the yard deep in talk with the Old Bear. After a few minutes, Mormont motioned everyone around to listen up. "Alright lads! We have some folks here seeking sanctuary, strange as that may seem. Yet, the tales they tell are disturbing and not to be taken lightly." He gestured to some black brothers, "You men, see to it they have food and lodging." Dolorus Edd grumbled and set about his sorroful duties. "Might as well give up my bed, I'm not like to get a bit o' sleep tonight now."
"Sam!" Mormont bellowed. Sam glanced from Edd quickly, "Y-y-yes sir?" The Old Bear walked some of the others to him. "Take these girls and put pen to paper of the account they tell. I have a feeling the Maester will soon want to set some ravens to flight as well." Sam gestured for them to follow and lead the way back to the tower. Once inside, he went about gathering up supplies, somewhat wary of the girls. They were just girls, he told himself, but they were wildlings... who knew what kind of things they had done or were capable of. He shrugged off his double robes and prepared to recount their tale.
"By the way, I'm Sara and this is Cara. We're sisters, and kin to Tormund Giantsbane, so don't try anything fishy with us crow," she scowled. "Sister, calm yourself. Look at the fat little crow, I think you scared him half to death." Sam gaped at them, his jowls quivering, trying to think of something to say that wouldn't draw insult. After a few silent moments one of the girls gave a sharp laugh, he couldn't tell which, and the tension broke. Sam sighed and got ready to write.
"Relax crow. We don't want to scare you, we want to help you. We wouldn't be here if it wasn't dire," he thought it was Cara who spoke this time. Sam glanced up, "Just what happened? Tell me what to write." The girls glanced at each other, seemingly unsure where to begin. Finally one began to speak, while the other started pacing around the room. "Two nights ago they came. We had made made camp after a day of hunting and were just settling around the cook fire when they came. A good 15 or 20 of them. Wights. White walkers, crow. Cold as ice and bright blue eyes." Sam gulped, scribbling fast. "They took apart most of the camp like they were nothing. Slew near 12 of us before we were able to escape, just us and a few others. The screams of the dying we left behind as we ran for our lives."
Sam shivered, frightened just by the telling. He jumped and squealed a second later when the girl who had been pacing slumped over his back to see what he'd put to paper. "Gods. You really are a soft one aren't you? I thought the Wall was suppose to make men of you green boys," she giggled. "Leave off Sara, I sort of like him. He's jolly and plump. Looks like he could warm a bedroll alright to me." She glanced at Sam, who coughed nervously into his hand. "You think sister?" They exchanged a knowing glance over the fat southern lordling.
"Um.. we should probably f-f-finish. The Maester will want to hear of this at once."
"Nonsense crow. My sister wants a nice roll with a plump boy, and my sister gets what she wants. Always."
Seem meekly glanced around, trying to think of a way to extricate himself from this truly awful predicament. But wait, he thought... maybe he could learn a thing or two from these wildlings... things to win himself back into Jon's good graces? The things Jon had done and said truly hurt Sam, yet he knew there was something there. Something worth fighting for, if he could just make Jon believe it too. Mayhaps he could just close his eyes and pretend it was his Lord Snow.
"Well.. ahh.. I s-suppose if we are quick about it. They'll be expecting us back soon for supper though, and Maester Aemon will need this report..." he trailed off. One of the twins grabbed his rotund belly, the other his arms and ripped his shirt off, buttons flying into dark corners. "My mom gave me that shirt," Sam sputtered. "Quiet crow. Let us get about this business. It's been many a cold night for me and my sister with no one to warm our blankets." Sam's fat white folds spilled out and Cara gave them a slap and laughed. "Look how they wobble sweet sister. Never have I seen such a marvelous sight." She bent to lick his small pink nipples and Sam gave a girlish laugh, squirming in her grasp.
"Hold him Sara. Pin his arms. I won't have this crow flapping about while I work," she laughed as her sister grabbed him. Sam weakly struggled as she took down his trousers. "My my... look how cute it is. At least this one knows how to wash, not like the ones you usually pick out." Sara gave a hiss into Sam's ear, "Be still, boy. Let my sister go about her business. Sam slumped, all the fight gave out of him, and resigned himself to be used by these wildling sisters. "Just please, be gentle. I'm not experienced in the ways of the world."
The girls cackled at that. Cara bent and placed his pink manhood into her mouth, slowly beginning to stroke him. Her sister Sara stayed behind him, no longer holding him in place, instead massaging his fat folds and whispering into his ear. He couldn't understand a word in ten she was saying, the old tongue, he thought. It didn't take long. Jon was a greedy lover, and these past few days had left Sam unfulfilled, taking what he wanted with nary a thought to giving pleasure himself. After a few minutes Sam tensed in his seat, started to say something, but the girl Sara planted her mouth on his in a deep kiss. Cara quickened her pace, and seconds later he started to come. She quickly jerked away, laughing as he seed shot onto his soft round folds and the table, the note he'd been working on. Sara pulled away a moment later, laughing along with her sister.
"That was good, quick. Now you will last all the longer when the real fun begins," Sara said with a devilish grin. She pulled her small clothes off, while her sister went to have a swallow of water. "Hurry crow, get hard. We don't have all night, remember?" Sam was in a daze, never knowing it could be like that. Jon never even told him. He gave himself a shake, great waves of fat slick with sweat despite the cold outside.
Then a knock at the door, and without waiting for an answer, Dolorous Edd backed into the room carrying a tray with some steaming trenchers and mug of hot spice wine. "You don't come to dinner, so the dinner comes to you," he said, still backing up, being careful not to bump the tray. The girls quickly donned some robes, small clothes still scattered about the room. Sam glanced away from Edd to see them looking at him expectantly, gesturing to cover himself. He bent to find one of his robes, but Edd turned and came up short.
"Well, I've seen some impressive sights in my day, gods know I have... but this, Sam. This could just take the cake." Edd chuckled and placed the tray down. "Well?" He asked.