Author's Notes: Since the previous chapter, and this chapter, are both short, I thought I'd post this one now instead of a week later. Plus, this one is kinda a parallel chapter to the previous one. Hope you enjoy!
RICKON AND OSHA
Just as Ghost stepped aside for Shaggydog, Rickon felt a twitch in his groin. He groaned as a wave of lust inexplicably coursed through his veins. A lad of three and ten, he had yet to "become a man". This, however, was a most inconvenient time since he was learning to man the wall.
As his penis hardened to the point of pain, he fell to his knees and moaned quite loudly. His mentors on the wall came to him in worry. "What's wrong?" asked Grenn, their leader for the day.
"It hurts!" was all Rickon could offer. It was more surprising then painful, but how does one put that into words in such a situation?
"Right." Grenn said in pseudo authority, " Pyp, take him down the winch to see the maester."
"No." interrupted the only woman on the Wall that day. "I'll take him down." The men had a healthy fear of the wildling woman, turned crow, so Grenn nods his approval.
The woman was named Osha, and she had noticed where Rickon's hands had gone, what is agony was. She was surprised the others did not notice, but it was probably the view they had of the boy: an innocent who had more of a fighting streak then any inclination to notice women.
As they got into the winch, she asked, "You're in lust, aren't you?"
He just nodded. Osha moved his hands from his groin and started unlacing them. In the relative privacy of the winch, she went down to her knees and brought out his penis. He didn't protest, too far gone to question.
As Osha licks the head, and fondles his balls, Rickon grabs the back of her head. She gets a few licks up and down, before the wolf gets restless, and he uses both hands on her head to shove himself down her throat. She starts to gag, but recovers quickly, loosening her throat and grabbing his butt for purchase.
He's in and out of her mouth as if it were her cunt, not her mouth, but neither seemed to care. Osha doesn't even feel any desire herself, her pussy staying dry as if she were licking a brother's dick (a brother she doesn't have); she only wants to help her charge, her friend.
They're halfway down the wall when he releases into her mouth. The taste is the first thing that surprises Osha out of the whole ordeal, salty and a bit musky, and definitely more delicious then other men she's had. She wonders if it's the wolf aspect. If Rickon had more staying power, she might have started to get curiously wet.
After letting go of Osha's head, Rickon slides to the floor of the winch, not bothering with his pants. Osha sits next to him, shoulder to his shoulder, and says that she hoped it felt good, because her head and throat would be sore for the rest of the day.
"Why did that happen?" Rickon wanted to know.
"Because your wolf was getting some."
"But, he's done that before, and I didn't have this problem."
"It's your age, you're old enough I guess. Something in your body just… turned on or something." It was the only explanation Osha could give.
Rickon turns to her. "I'm sorry, Osha, but thank you."
She smiles at him. She had known him since he was a babe at Mole's Town. She was not old enough to be his mother, at only two and twenty, but she had many fond memories of watching over him when his parents came north of the Wall to visit. Though roughly five years younger then his own mother, Osha had been seen as a second mother, for Rickon as well as Bran (the younger).
It annoyed her at first, mostly for the jeers of "mother hen", even as she loved them anyway; how she wanted to maintain an air of fear and toughness, but he and Bran wore her down over time.
Remembering how little Rickon even followed her to the Wall only one name day past; she rumples his hair, fixes his laces, and gives him a peck on the lips before the winch finally reached the bottom of the Wall.