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Chapter 6: Ideas
Walking up the next morning, Jon felt a form laying across his broad chest. Looking down he sees Ros who was happily nestled on top off him with a smile on her face.
Seeing her happy, glowing face he remembered their wild night. Reaching over he patted her softly on the head as she dozed off into sleep.
Stirring, the young lith woman cracked her eyes open and their gaze met. Smile broading, the woman nuzzled into him with her head and softly asked.
"How were your services last night, my lord~" she asked. Jon noticed the earnest hope and desire in her voice as she asked it. It was like she was a puppy asking her master if she did a good job.
Grinning happily, Jon hugged his little vixen close to his chest and kissed her hair as he answered back.
"What can I say, but it was awesome! I loved every moment of it my dear, we must absolutely do it again sometime. I think I could enjoy playing with you for the rest of my time."
Giggling softly, Ros gave him a tight squeeze and plant a deep kiss of her own on his lips. Jon happily returns it as they locked lips and exchanged saliva. Finally, she pulled back and her hands slowly slid down his chest to his hardening cock.
"I wouldn't mind having another intimate session with you, my lord~" she cooed.
As much as he hated doing this, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his now throbbing member. "As much as I would love to take you up on that," he uttered, "I can see that you are weary from last night."
Whining softly into his neck, she mumbled, "I wouldn't mind sitting back and letting you do all the work."
Chuckling softly he patted her on the head, once again he wanted to take her up on that offer but he knew he couldn't. After last night's intense session, he could tell she needed a long rest before they could come back to this topic.
He really did drain her as he unleashed the wolf upon her last night!
Seeing that he wasn't taking her up on the offer, she got back to nuzzling into his chest, and sighed.
"If you want another session, come visit again. I will be sure to give you another amazing night together."
Snorting, Jon turned to her and asked, "Do you know how much your services cost? I swear I could get myself a good warhorse with just a night with you, my dear."
Smirking she waved her hair behind her shoulder, "What? You think this place is for some two-bit whore. No, we are well trained, healthy, highly valued women- of course, we would be on the more expensive side."
Laying back, Jon grunted, "but does that mean you have to rob us blind."
"Mhm, well since last night was so spectacular," she said as her fingers reached down to his cock, "and I can't do away with this amazing cock. I will charge you half my going rate."
Laughing, Jon pulled back her hair behind her ear and whispered to her, "You, my lady drive a very hard bargain, but I have to say no," Jon answered with a shake of his head. "Let's just say I am saving for something."
Glancing at him, Jon thought for a moment that he hurt her feelings, but she finally flung out, "Alright fine, you can come visit me for free." Then turning to give him a stern look, she added, "Don't think I do that for just about anyone."
"Really?" Jon asked in surprise.
"Yes," she said, "My room and boards are here, you can come by anytime you want~"
"B-but... why?" Jon demanded, this really came out of no were for him. Where did he ever hear a whore wanting to have sex for free, no string attached or anything at all.
Giving him an unreadable look, the woman answered, "I wasn't kidding when I said I can not make do without your cock. I-it is the most massive, amazing thing I have ever seen and I think you have ruined me for any man or woman."
Now that was a massive confidence boost, Jon felt like his head would swell up to his head and when he heard what she said next it nearly popped.
"Anyways you got to meet my other sisters who call this place home. When they see your imposing cock, I think they might faint."
"Aren't you afraid that they would take me for themselves?" Jon asked the first thing that popped into his mind. This was getting better and better, now she wanted to share him with the other lovely woman here.
"No," she answered with a shake of her head, "I am after all the one who popped your cherry so I know I have a special place in your heart."
Nearly about to refute that fact, he did not need to hold himself back as there was a loud mailed fist banging at the door.
"Who's that?" Ros asked. However he didn't need to answer as he heard the shout of, "OPEN UP, LORD SNOW!"
Immediately Jon knew who it was, lord Snow was a common nickname that the occupants of the castle usually like to call him. After all he wasn't any old bastard, but the natural-born son of Lord Eddard Snark, Lord Paramount of the North, and Warden of the North.
Grumbling under his breath, Jon kissed the woman on the cheek and whispered to her, "One moment, please. Let me deal with this. "
Without waiting for a response, he went to grab himself a sheet to wrap around his waist, then he made his way to the door and flung it open. "What is the issue, Milke?" he asked, he knew that lazily voice from anywhere and could pick it from a crowd if he wanted.
"Your father has summoned you," the household guard simply answered. From out the hallway, he could see other patrons were roused up and looked around to see what was happening.
Next to the man was the Madam of the whore house who had a very sour look on her face, but she said nothing. This was after all a member of the Stark household however minor and his family owned not only this town and castle right above, but also the whole of the North as well.
Seeing that the man was trying to peer inside to get a close look, Jon closed the door behind him and brought his attention back on him.
"Had some fun, aye?" the man asked with a grin.
Rolling his eyes, Jon didn't even daine to answer it, "What does my Lord Father want with me?"
"How am supposed to know, little lordling? I got orders from up high, to bring you to your father, that all."
Giving up on trying to pry anything from him, Jon looked down at his current state and knew he could present himself before his father like this. "Fine, let me get some clothes on and a bath."
"Lordling," the man grumbled as Jon walked back into the room to freshen up.
Walking out of the whore house with a fresh new doublet, Jon threw on his fur lined cloak to keep away the morning chill. Before long they walked underneath the hunter gate with guards posted at the portcullis in his family's livery.
Coming up to the castle they entered without being impeded by anyone. and made their way to his father's solar.
Once again he saw Jory Cassel standing at his father's door, if there was anything to say about the man then he was very loyal to the family and his father. "Your father waits for you inside," he said as he opened the door for him. "Let's just say he isn't in the best of moods," he added as he cast him a wry smile.
Taking a deep gulp, Jon did not like the sound of that one bit, but he built up his courage and walked into the room ready to face whatever came at him. The first thing he noticed was his father pacing around his desk like a trapped and angry wolf. Then he saw his brother Robb standing at attention and even the squid was there and Jon noticed that for the first time he did not have that annoying arrogant smile on his face.
"You're are here, good," his father noted once he saw him came inside, nodding his head to Jory the captain closed the door behind leaving the four of them alone inside the room.
After a while of silence, Robb was brave enough to ask, "You called for us, Lord Father?"
"Yes," the older man answered as he narrowed his eyes at them like a wolf prowling before his prey. "I heard word that you went to visit a whore house in Winter town, mhm?"
"Yes," the reddish-black haired young man answered hesitantly as he could sure as hell feel the atmosphere like anyone else.
"So is your training with Ser Rodrik and your lessons with Maester Luwin that easy?"
"No, my lord," the squid answered, "we are busy day in and day out. The short breaks we take are to rest our minds and body."
"Mmm, yes," his father said as his eye bore into the Greyjoy boy, "You are so busy every day that you have racked in a debt of 37 Gold Dragons from multiple establishments? You are so busy that you go into town to all kind of debauchery, huh boy?"
Finding his gaze anywhere but at his father, Theon didn't even dare to raise his head from the floor.
"When I took you in, boy as my ward, I did not do so that you could come out like this. I did so that you could be an honorable man, not some wastrel!"
"Father," Robb tried to begin as he tried to defend his friend.
But with one look from the older man, the young man quickly shut his mouth and hung his head too like the squid.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself," his father growled, sounding too similar to an angry wolf.
Not daring to say anything that seem to inflame his father's anger even more and he shouted, "SPEAK UP, BOY!"
Tripping over himself, the squid was quick to answer, "No, my lord. My deepest apologies, my lord, I have failed you deeply."
Staring at him for a long while, his father finally came to a decision, "You will work of the Gold I paid for you by doing manual labor. From now on you will also be confined to the castle until I say so. NOW GO," he shouted.
Without needing to be told twice, the squid ran out of the room with his tail between his legs, not daring to look back for even a single moment.
Finally, it was just the three of them inside the room and the silence prevailed everything.
At long last, their lord father finally spoke up, "I am disappointed in the both of you. I expected much of the both of you, but never this."
"Father," Robb tried to start again.
But their lord father cut him off with a sharp, "NO! I have let your education get to the wayside if this is what you do to make us of your time. From here on out, you will be coming to my solar each and every day after you are finished with your morning training with Ser Rodrik. I shall personally start to see to your instructions."
With nothing more to be said, Jory saw them out of their father's solar and once they were on their own, Robb perked up. "So how did last night go?" he asked with a grin.
Placing their berating aside, Jon grinned back at his brother and answered, "You could say it was a most spectacular night."
Chuckling, the young man declared, "we will need to go back for sure if that session got rid of your brooding."
Taking no offense as his joking, Jon was in total agreement, and shouted, "Hell, Yeah! But we will need to be careful next time, I wonder how father found out?"
"Well we did walk out of the front gates," Robb stated, "someone must have reported back to him."
"Mhm," Jon said as he rubbed his chin, then with an aha moment, he turned to face his brother and whispered to him. "I know of a secret passage that Arya showed me once in the Crypt that leads directly to Winter Town."
"Really," Robb asked as his eyes sparked, "then we will have to use it immensely after all this all blows down."
"Of course," Jon answered with a pat on his brother's shoulder, "Well I best be going now, I have my lessons with Maester Luwin."
"See you later then," Robb declared as he headed off on his own way.
Heading to where the Maester would most likely be, Jon made his way over to the Library Tower.
Reaching the place he entered the tower and walked down the short hall until he came up to a heart tree rooted in the center of a library. Glancing around Jon's breath was taken away like always when ever he walked into this magnificent place.
There were endless rows of books around containing all the knowledge his family collected of its long and resplendent 8,000 year rein of the North. There was a winding stonework staircase that led up to the floors above and Jon took notice of all the scribes running about.
They were busy as bees, copying old parched scribes and scrolls, organizing books into different categories, checking up to see everything was in order, and some even enjoying a slight read. At the center of it all, he saw a tireless man busy at work directing everyone, he had grey thinning hair, long grey robes with many sewn pockets, and metal links of varying colors around his neck.
"Maester Luwin," Jon greeted the man as he walked over to him.
Glancing over at him, a thin smile spread across the grey-haired man's face, and he greeted back, "Jon, it is good to see you, my boy."
"Same here," the young man answered with a nod.
"So," the man immediately began, "how was your reading on Maester Jarmil work on Maritime trade."
At this point, Jon always did his own reading he wasn't at the point anymore where the old man had to take a personal hand in his learning like Bran who was now learning his letters. They were now at the point where they were near equal at they had intellectual discussions with each other on different works.
"He was a bit flowery," Jon first pointed out.
"Well, he was a Reachman," the Maester answered.
Having a good laugh at the old man joke, they carried on with their conversation discussing everything and anything they wanted. Before long they were having debates as they argued how who's work was much better and what points they had.
Then they were talking about trade and the different products each kingdom had to offer. Soon it was about different houses in the North and their long history. Next, it was about ancient history and legends as they discussed the Long Night, the Age of Heroes, and the Valyria Empire.
With that, the hours went by and scribes came by with drinks and snacks, and soon Jon noticed that the hour was getting late.
"I best be going, Maester," Jon said as he saw how dark it was outside.
Noticing too how late it was the man shook his head and asked himself, "Where did all the time go, huh?" Then turning back to Jon, he uttered, "yes you better be heading off if you want to have supper with your family."
Nodding his head, Jon paused as if he remembered something, then looked over at the old man and voiced, "I am sorry for getting you into any trouble with my Lord Father."
"Ow, don't worry about it," the old man said as he waved his concern off. "You just had a talk, me and his Lordship."
Jon wondered how that went, but didn't ask since it didn't seem to be any of his business to butt into it. "Maester Luwin," Jon called out.
"Yes," the man said as he looked him head on.
"What am I suppose to do with my life?" the young man asked as his arms slightly shook. "My Lord Father made himself clear, I am not to leave Winterfell, but what then? I can not inherit anything, I can not..."
"Stop with that," the learned man interrupted with a shake of his head. "So what if you have nothing to your name. There have been so many more men than you that stood at a much worse position and made something of themselves."
"But..." Jon tried to argue.
"No buts," the old man said, "If one path is closed to you then find another."
"But how?" Jon asked in an almost pleading tone. He really did want to do something in his life, but he wasn't like his half-siblings who were destined to obtain land and good marriages.
"Sit," the old man commanded, once he did he asked, "tell me are your ideas not worth much?"
"My ideas," Jon repeated. He knew what the Maester was talking about, sometimes he likes to fancy about ways to improve his homeland. He loved this place deeply and really wanted it to rise. However for any of his ideas to work it would take a lot of men, gold, and natural materials- things that the North was really lacking and could put it to good use elsewhere.
"Yes," the man said with a nod, "I know you come here every day not to gain knowledge just for the sake of it but to better your people and family."
"But..." Jon tried to argue again.
"What did I say?" the old man asked, "No buts. Just do it!"
Sitting back, Jon mused on what he could do to better his home, and then an idea came to mind. "Yes, that could work," he muttered as he got lost in his thought.
Looking over at his young pupil, the old man smiled down at him and watched as he worked his miracle.
Chapter 7: Forgetting Herself (R-18)
Heading over for supper with his family, Jon was surprised to run into the one person he did not expect at al, Catelyn Stark.
She was decked out on all her fineries with her fine woolen cloak with its silver clamps, her silken gown embroidered with elegant designs, and the jewelry that only a high lady like her could have from golds, silvers, diamonds, opals, and pearls.
At her heel were her ladies-in-waiting, women from minor houses throughout the North that came here to find a good match and made rise in position.
"My lady," Jon bowed to her with he respect deserving of her station. He still needed to keep up his charade in front of people or he might start raising heads.
Sniffing at him, she looked down her nose at him with a sour look on her face that really took away from her beauty in his opinion.
"I heard what you made my son get up. I know you should have been kept away from my children. All you are is a bad influence."
Giving her a narrowed gaze, he couldn't believe what his ears were hearing. He make Robb go to the Whore house?! It was the fricking other way around.
But even he did tell her that, there would be no way she would listen to any thing that came out of his so called bastard mouth.
Anyways was the woman an idiot or did she forget about what happened. Most likely she thought of herself safe from him, surrounded by her ladies.
Ha! If she really taught so then she was in for a rude awakening.
Just then as if to prove his thoughts correct, the trout asked in a whisper that only the two of them could hear. "What? You think you could do anything here, you brute! Household guards would be upon here in moments and your head would be off before you could even say a word or get an inch close to me."
"Of course not, my lady," he said with a respectful bow. "I was in the wrong, I ask for your solemn apology."
Suprised at his words, she was able to collect herself as a cool expression settled on her face. "You are forgiven, bastard," she said in a moment of showmanship before her ladies, "next time however I will have you out of the castle by your ears if you ever foul my son's mind and honour!"
"Thank you, my lady," he answered, even though he knew she had none of that power to remove him from the castle. But he would play her game, soon however she would regret this deeply.
"By your leave, my lady?" he asked.
With a nod from her, he was off and way. Soon, he swore to himself, very soon!
"Father," Jon called out as he came up to the man at the head of the table. "By your leave may I sit?" he asked as he pointed to the chair on his left where Lady Catelyn Stark usually sat.
Giving him one of his signature icy looks, the man said nothing for a long while, then after some time which felt like he was stuck out in a freezing winter storm for ages. "You do know that this is my lady wife seat."
"I mean no disrespect, but I would like a word with you. Things have been icy cold between us these past few days."
"Have a seat," his father said as he pointed to the chair.
Doing as commanded, Jon cleared his throat and asked no one in particular, "Where do I even begin."
"From the beginning helps, what were you thinking you tried to run off?"
"Well that not really accurate," Jon began, "I did tell you and..."
However just then Robb walked in who took his seat right to his father's right then followed by Sansa and Arya.
First to ask what he was doing out of his place was Sansa of course, "What are you doing in mother's seat?"
She was a real beauty, just a year younger than Robb at fifteen years old, she was a rare summer rose blossom in winter. Taking after her mother mostly with her high cheekbones, vivid blue eyes, and auburn hair with neat braids done in the latest Southern fashion.
She was tall, nearing both him and Robb in height, with grace found only in a ballroom, and sweet to everyone except him and Arya.
"Why does that concern you?" Arya asked while Bran's nurse brought him over to the table and sat him down. He was a sweet child of six years old, fascinated with everything, he had light black hair, grey eyes, and similar features to his mother such as high cheekbones and rounder face.
"Of course you would defend him," Sansa sniffed out loud.
Before the arguments could get any more heated, Catelyn Stark walked in with little Rickon in arm. He was two years old with light black hair, blue eyes, and the Stark features of a long face and sharp features. He could barely get much out, but he was an energetic child and already was babbling away in his own langue as he had his fingers stuck in his mouth with drool slipping out.
"What going on?" the woman asked as she saw her two daughters arguing. Then noticing him sitting on her chair, she growled, "What are you doing there?"
"Enough," Lord Eddard simply said, silencing everyone. "I gave him permission to sit here so that we can discuss something."
"But..." the woman tried to argue, then he turned his icy look on her and that got her bowing all over him. "If that is what my Lord Husand wishes."
"Yes, you may sit one sit over, the same for the rest of you," he told Sansa and Arya who sat on the left of him.
With no more arguments, everyone complied and right in time as their maid servants walked in with there supper on hand.
Digging in, silence was observed by everyone until the lady herself took in a sharp in take of breath. Everyone turning to look at her, she blushed as she excused herself, "I am sorry, the food must have gone done the wrong way."
All that sat at the table accepted the excuse except for Jon who had a knowing grin.
Giving him a glare when no one was looking, he just ignored it and continued with what he was doing, fingering her cunt. She really had to try really hard this time to stop the moan from escaping her mouth as her face went red as a beat.
"So father?" he asked, beginning the conversation off. "What will Robb and I be doing with you in the day?"
"Its time that both of you," he uttered so that everyone could hear them, "to do your tasks to this house."
"What exactly do you mean by that?" Robb put forth.
"You will find out tomorrow," the man simply said.
Just then, the trout couldn't hold herself any more as a squeak left her mouth when he hit the right spot.
Looking over at her, the patriarch of the family asked, "Are you sure you are alright, dear. Maybe you might be coming down with a fever and should have Maester Luwin check up on."
"I am alright," she groaned out as he gave her clitoris a pinch.
"Are you sure mother?" Sansa asked in a concerned voice as she rested her hand on the woman's forehead. "You do seem awfully hot, father is right, you should have Maester Luwin."
"Trust me, daughter," she said in between soft nearly inaudible moans of pleasure, "I h-have lived through... more winters than, mmm, you can imagine. I will b-be perfectly... al-alright~"
Suddenly he slipped in another finger into her dripping wet snatch which made her go nearly over the edge.
"Is it stomach bowels?" Robb asked as he saw that constipated look on her face as she tried her best to hold back the noises that just wanted to slip out of her mouth.
"If that is the case, there is no need to be shy," Lord Eddard spoke. "The man has seen you through countless births."
"N-no... its not t-that," she said as she had to take in a sharp breath due to him going at a rapid pace with two of his fingers going in and out like a drill. "I... I am al-alright."
To prove herself so wrong, she finally couldn't hold it all back and came. A loud shriek sang right out of her mouth as she orgasmed right then in there in front of all her children and husband.
The shame she must be feeling, Jon thought to himself with a dark chuckle, she must be dying inside.
Finally settling down, Jon spoke up and asked, "Did you stub your toe, my lady?" while he withdrew his hands from her honey pot.
"Yes, yes I did," she said breathlessly taking the first excuse she could. "I guess I will have to go see Maester Luwin about it," as she got up in one single motion and all but ran out of the room like the devil was causing her.
Which he might have been as Jon stared after her retreating form with a wolfish glare.
"There you are," Jon said as he finally spotted the aforementioned lady wandering about the halls of the castle. She looked kind of lost with a far off look on her face, but it finally harder into a glare when she spotted him.
"You MONSTER!" she shouted as she balled her hands into fists and gave him the most loathing look possible.
"Me a monster?" he asked in a sweet, innocent tone as he pointed his finger at himself.
"You else am I talking about?" she demanded, "you... you..." she repeated so many times as she couldn't even form the words.
Laughing out loud a barking chuckle, "You call me a monster? After you have treated a young impressionable child like dirt for all his life. After you belittle me, after you degraded me, after you did so much that even the Gods, Old or New would look down at you as a spiteful woman. Say that I am a Moster?!"
"I... I..." she stuttered as her fingers unclasped and shook.
"Please," he said, waving off her excuses, "I do not want to hear it. This, what I did to you and will do, will be nothing to what you have done." Coming closer to her until he could feel her unshaky breath, he whispered to her, "Just know that you have brought this upon yourself, not me, not anyone else but you."
Then without a word, he shoved her into the closest room, and as if the life came back to her, she struggled to escape him.
"Wh-what do you t-think... you are doing! Stop it, right this instant! If you try to do this again. I'll ruin your life, I will make it a living HELL! Let me go of ME!"
Ignoring her as he shut the door behind them, he pushed her to the bed which must have been a servant corridor as it was a hard cot with scratchy sheets.
It fit perfectly, the Lady of the North would be raped in a peasant corridor.
"You b-bastard... You BASTARD!"
She tried to shout like a banshee, but Jon just laughed as he muffled her screams by placing her hands over her mouth.
Moving on he started to grope her body while removing his and her clothing. Seeing the hateful look on her face, he asked, "You are residted a lot harder than last time, why is that?"
Then musing to himself, "Is it because you are afraid you are loving this."
Biting his hand, he did not budge an inch as she drew blood from him, all he did was smile a wolfish grin at her. "I am right?" he askes in a husky tone as he removes the last article of clothing.
"You love how my cock filled you up like no one else? You love it how I fuck into sweet, sweet oblivion? What would you kids, what would your husband think if they knew that."
Finally breaking free from his grasp, she snarls, "don't bring my family into this, you BASTARD!"
"Oh shut it," he says as he raises her legs all the way up until her ankles crossed behind her own head. Lining up his cock up right at her front door in a missionary position, he declares, "You are nothing but a whore!" Then without further ado, he spears her in one single bound.
Her agonizing scream mixed in with pleasure is music to his ear as he fills her with his massive cock. even after fucking her once, he still can not believe how tight she was after giving birth to a whole litter of wolves.
Catelyn continues to insult him, calling him all sorts of things and even bringing up his whorish mother once in a while. But Harry just carried on as his cock slams into her wanton cunt over and over again.
He is going to fuck her until she is nothing more than what she is truly inside, a whore. A cocksleeve of his.
Eventually she cums and the shame on her face as she screams out loud her climax. Oh, how sweet it was.
"What happen?" he asked with a grin spread wide across his face, "was my cock just the right thing you were looking for?"
Remaining silent, since it was the only defense she had, she didn't even dare to look at him.
Then without a word, he slipped out of her snatch and let her legs drop to the bed.
This time she did look at him and in surprise as she asked, "What happened? Is it over?"
"Yeah," he said with a shrug as he made to leave the bed.
"But... but ... you didn't even cum?!"
"So?" he asked.
"I... I..."
"You got something to add?" he turns on her.
Snarling, she answers, "at the very least you can fulfill your base nature and unload yourself on to me!"
"Are you asking me to continue to fuck you?"
"Yes," she quickly gets out, clearly too ashamed of what she said.
This was progress at the very least.
"Well if you wish it," he said as he made sure to emphasize the you part.
Turning her on to her stomach and pulling her ass before him, this time there was no fight from her.
Rubbing his massive length against her hot, wet cunt he continues with that until she shouts at him, "Just do it already," as the want is clear in her voice.
Not needing to be told twice, and achieving his small hidden goal he thrusts forward with all his might, penetrating deep into her honey pot.
The high lady, the wife of the lord paramount shrieks out loud in pure ecstasy as his cock forces it's way back inside of her deep tight tunnels.
Enjoying every last moment of it, he grins as he pulls out and slams back in. He continues that process as he pistons in and out of her, hitting her cervix occasionally.
Soon she was spasming as her body shook beneath him since he brought her to yet another orgasm. Just that, makes her tunnels all that much tighter as they clump and clinch to him like they are trying to milk him for all he is worth.
Jon grapes a fist full of her, bringing her face towards him, then leans over and starts exchanging a kiss with her.
The two of them moan in each other mouth at the sheer passion of the kiss. Jon slowly picks up pace, fucking her harder with deeper thrusts that stretch her womb to fit him perfectly.
Eventually, the two of them break their kiss, as they both need air. A strange of saliva still connect them as they gaze at each other filled with lust.
A loud groan leaves the young man's lips as his cockhead slams into the back of her womb and he unloads everything into her womb. Painting her walls the color of his seed, he releases coils after coils deep into her as he could see a slight bulge in her stomach as his cum overflows inside of her.
Letting out one final grunt as he slowly leaves her tunnels with a wet pop. Some of his seed spills out of her on to the cot in slow waves.
"Are you ready for a another round?" he asked with a wide grin as she looks up at him with a tired look on her face.
"Another what?" the Great Lady askes.
Smiling with a wicked gleam in his eyes, Jon just pushes her back on to the bed. "You don't worry about that. I will just take it from here."
It was only in the early hours of the morning that Jonfianlly left the room. Looking behind him at the nearly senseless woman with cum dripping out of her cunt and her body riddled with hickories and marks.
Jon smiled at himself and patted himself as well for a job well done.
Chapter 8: Ice
Coming up to his lord father's solar, Jon met Robb halfway there and they both nodded their heads to each other as they entered the room.
The Great Lord was sitting in his large fur covered chair as he was looking over parchments. Glancing up at them as they entered for a single moment as he went back to his work, he only uttered, "You are here, good."
"Father," Robb said as he cleared his throat, "you called and we are here."
"Yes, I want you to look over these parchments," he said not giving them a moment of his time.
Doing as told since they really did not have anything better to do, the two of them took some of the stacked goatskin sheets.
Taking a seat in one of the chairs right across their father, the two of them got to work. Soon Jon saw that it was all about grains, sheep, lumber, ores, and other stuff that fell under the oversight of a lord.
"Is is a lord's duty," Jon pointed out.
"I know," their lord father said without looking up at them.
"Are you sure we are suppose to looking over these?" Robb picked up on.
Finally giving them his full attention, he answered, "I deemed it so, thus you may read it and point out anything you wish. It is time that the two of you start learning about these stuff.
Pumping his fist, Robb looked excited at the prospect of finally not being delegated to minimal tasks and giving a much more responsible role. Of course he would be, however Jon had to ask, "Why me? I won't be inheriting any castle or keep, so this stuff is not useful to me."
"You would never know, now would you?" his Lord father answered, "it is better to be prepared than not to be. Now, read!"
Doing as told, Harry looked over the parchments, just from the numbers he could tell how poor the North was. He did not know the exact population of this land, but from the general number he could figure out he knew this would barely feed everyone during winter.
And that wasn't because of no effort on our part, most crops did not grew well in the North thanks to how cold it was.
There was a long time until then, but still it would be hard to make it through.
Then there was the natural resources gathered which was barely adequate since none of the industries were fully utilized with the insufficient population and other reasons. Such as fishing which was made difficult thanks to the Ironborn raiders from the west.
From there the problem seem to be an unending vicious cycle gripping the North by the balls.
Jon knew the past Stark lords of the North weren't idiots, they al must have wanted to try something to lift up their kingdom however thanks to barely getting by all you could do was nothing.
"Lord Father," Jon spoke up trying to ease him into his idea he wanted to bring up. "What's with these numbers."
"Yeah, I might not be like Jon here who is always with a book in his nose, but been I can tell this doesn't look good."
"Don't worry about that, just continue."
"But..." Robb tried to say, however Stark lord smacked his hand down.
"You think I do not know that! It has always been a struggle for us to survive. All we can do is try our best to see our people through this coming winter, and leave the rest for the other generation to come.
Jon knew that wasn't an answer, but what can the man say. "But what if we try something else?" Jon asked as he cut through the silence.
"What would you have us do?" his father asked in resignation as even he knew his answer was a disappointment. "We can not take away gold dragons from other places that need it."
"It really won't cost us that much except for the manpower and the shipping," Jon said as he leaned forward in his seat as he could see he had his lord father's attention.
"What it is?" the lord paramount asked with narrowed eyes.
"Ice," Jon answered.
"Ice," Robb repeated.
"Yeah, you have been to the south father- to be fostered in the Eyrie and went to war there so you know how hot it is right?"
"Yes," he said with a nod as he sat back in his chair.
"So why don't we start selling ice to them and not just them but Essos to. I have read much about it, and it can hot as Dorne there. We will be making gold hand over fist before we know it. No kingdom here or in Essos is as cold as here so you can only find ice here, thus we can price it how much we want."
"Mmm," the lord of the North said.
"What do you say father?" Jon asked in a hope full tone.
"That sounds like a pretty good idea," Robb added.
Finally, he said, "it just might work. I will have Vayon Poole send some men out and I will send a raven to Lord Wyman Manderly so that he can make room in his ships."
It was a few days before they got a reply back from Lord Manderly, and by then the ice were ready and put out in a shed so as not to melt. His lord father and him must have come to an agreement as he sent some Cogs down the White Knife filled with the ice prepared.
After that all Jon could do was anxiously wait for news to come back if his plan had succeed, to distract his mind he busied himself with planning out other ideas he had.
It was only after a moon turn that a rider with two bedraggled horses in tow came riding into the courtyard of Winterfell. Getting off his already near dead horse, he removed his helmet and showed a bald head with a large walrus mustache.
"Ser Wendel Manderly," his lord father announced as he stood on the walls of the castle.
"My lord," the stout knight bowed, "I come with news from my father."
"Come to my solar," he said while he indicated with his head for him and Robb to follow.
Taking his seat once they entered the room, "So?"
"I come with glad tidings my lord," he said as eh couldn't hold back his grin, "at the first port we arrived at the ice was sold like lemons cakes. Merchants and even lords alike were asking for more, they were willing to pay anything for it."
"That good, what did you want?" Robb asked.
"I am ashamed to say, my young lord, but I left my men behind so they will arrive in a few days with the gold. My Lord Father made it clear for me to come as quickly as I can."
"That is no problem," his father said, "now as promised a quarter share will go to your house and for every shipment so after ward."
"My lord father refused, he would only dare to accept a tenth of the gold made."
Jon could see their little ploy, with his house having even more of the lion share they would be incentivized to protect their profits even more. Plus house Manderly knew who they owed this great favour to so it was a way for them to make some returns. Also they couldn't have much more wealth then their peers or they might bring down their jealousy upon them.
"Father," Jon said as he stepped in, "why don't you bring in some of your lords into the fold. Once they find out how we are making lots of gold they can easy duplicate it and won't own us any favours."
"That is very well thought out," the knight said as a shrewed look passed over his face.
Looking hesitant, Jon knew that his father's honor was getting the way, he he worded his words wrong. The man would never do something underhanded like slightly manipulate his lords that pledged oaths to him.
Trying to word it differently he said, "these houses would need the gold and we will need them for the manpower if we want to take full advantage of this rare opportunity."
"I agree my lord father," Robb spoke up which surprised Jon, "you should only give this to the most loyal houses and most steadfast supporters of our house!"
"Yes, Lord father, I already planned out for this and came up with five, or better yet, six-ish different types of ice we can sell."
"Tell me," his lord father said.
"Before anything else I would like House Manderly to give their most solemn oath that they will deal with only our house in this matter."
Jon did that for one reason and one reason only, it was only the Manderlys that had a fleet of sorts of cogs, carracks, and galleys. The other houses only had a few cogs(fishing or trade), maybe a carracks(merchant ship), longships that they might have seized from Ironborns, and for the very rare like his house one or two galleys(war ships).
Even if they can replicate his idea they would be limited with how much they can ship to the other kingdoms and Essos. Basically, his family would have a tight hold on this new booming industry.
"On my Lord father behalf I can promise you that, my lords, he gave me full permission to act on his behalf," Ser Wendel uttered.
"Excellent," Jon said, "Now he said as he brought out his plans, "The first is of course Ice Cubes which will sold exclusively by our house. We will stamp our mark on the crates as we ship out so everyone can know House Stark made these!" This was the most perfect cubes and crystal clear and only his house deserved the best.
"Then there is Gourmet Ice which should be sold by the Mormont of Bear Island, they have been the most staunch supporters of ours and amoung everyone else they need the gold the most."
Since the dawn of his house, House Mormont has been their greatest and most loyal vassal. And to make it worse they were the poorest of the Great Houses of the North, their island did not have that much resources and they were continuously raided by the Ironborn.
"I agree," his lord father said with a nod, "I can only count one bad apple from amoung them."
"Next, I have here Crescent Ice which go to House Karstark, a cadet of our very own house." Jon did this because lately the Karstarks have been drifted away from his house, so this was to remind them who they owned loyalty to and this was a incentive of sorts.
"Then I have here Nugget Ice, I would have given it to House Reed of Greywater Watch however as you know they live in a swamp so..."
"Its alright," his lord father said, "Howland would understand."
"Don't worry, father, I am sure we can come up with something to raise House Reed, I promise!"
Nodding his head, Jon continued, "since the Reeds are a no go, then its the Umbers of Last Hearth. They have firmly guarded our borders to the wall for generations. So I think no one else deserves this then them."
"Yes, they will need the gold to better arm themselves to keep the Wildlings back," Robb stated in agreement, but they did not know Jon had ulterior motives. The Umbers were a very martial house with the toughest army is the North thanks to facing bands of raiding Wildlings plus with the rumor of them having giant's blood in their veins.
This would harden their loyalty to his house and strengthen them up, if ever the time came for war.
"Then there is Flake Ice which should go to House Flint of Widow's Watch," this was hitting three birds with one rock as there were three branches of the Flints spread out through the North. With the Flint of Widow's Watch being the most senior house and most powerful the other two would follow them in turn, netting us three house in one.
"What was this six-ish one," Robb asked.
"Half-Cubes," Jon answered and it should go to our closest neighbor and one of our most loyal direct bannermen, House Cerwyn!"
[A/N: I know its confusing but think of House Stark as the CEO of the North, direct bannermen are the employees that work in the safe office under them. Regular Bannermen are mangers from other offices who have their own employees. Hopefully that helps]
Nodding his head, his lord father spoke up, "I will right to these lords and come to an arrangement with them. Ser Wendel come lets have Maester Luwin write up a written agreement between us."
"Of course, my lord," the stout knight said as he got up from his chair.
"Jon," his lord father said before he walked out of the room, "make sure you take out 5% when the gold comes."
"Father," he exclaimed in surprise, "I... I can't do that."
"Yes you can this was your idea and you deserve a proper reward. Now be off the both of you, I have business to take care of."
Standing stock still in shock, Robb patted him on the back, "You deserve it brother, you have brought gold flowing into the North. I dare say they might make a song for you."
"Yeah, I guess you are right," Jon said with a nod. He didn't want to sound to pompous but getting a song written about him would be wonderful, he would go down throughout history and be remembered for his deeds by nobles and common men alike.
Him a bastard!
"Now what do you say we get drinks to celebrate in Winter Town, huh? Maybe even visit the whore house?"
"Sure, this time I will be paying, alright."
"Sounds good to me, oh great Ice bringer," the older boy joked.
"Now that sounds the beginning of a song to me. Jon Snow (Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)!"
In the far reaches of a place called the land of always winter inside of a castle made of ice and snow laid there on top of a jagged mountain of glacier.
Deep with in the fortress laid a creature with a crown made of dark ice on a throne of frigidity coldness. All around it were more similar creatures made of pale blue ice and frost.
Suddenly as if waking up from a long deep slumber, it eyes snapped open. At its waking the very castle shook and the tremors could be felt throughout the land nearby.
Sitting there in its throne of ice, its eyes of glowing blue took in everything. Then staring down at its soldiers, frosty lights almost like flames gathered in its arms then it tossed it at them.
As if that was the trick, those creatures started to stir awake as ice flacked off and snow drifted down. Soon the chamber was filled with icy nightmarish creatures that stood at attention.
All the kingly one did was point beyond and the soldiers started shuffling out into the land of pure snow and ice with deep blushis spears made of ice in hand.
Their orders were clear, prepare for the Long Night!
Now they needed to raise their army.
Taking deep breaths to calm her beating heart, a child of the forest got up from her kneeling position she fell into. Running up to a massive tree that would take nearly a hundred men to cut down with red leaves and a face in the middle, the elfish women entered underneath the roots.
Inside the tree was a old man nearly fused with the Weirwood.
"BloodRaven," the child of the forest called out.
"Yesssss, Leaf, what... is it?" the ancient fossil spoke up in a voice that sounded parched like it had no water for ages.
"He had awaken!" the green skin woman simply said which got gasps from the other child of the forest around.
"I knew... thisss d-day would... come. We must... began then."
Chapter 9: Great Expedition
Remembering the countless hours he spent with Maester Luwin as a child learning reading, writing, languages, numbers, history, warfare, houses, traditions, cultures, and so much more. Maester Luwin marveled at how fast he was able to learn and understand subjects that those much older than him would take months or even years to even understand.
Immediately the old man proclaimed him as a once in a lifetime prodigy, and would make an excellent Maester even reaching as far as to become an Archmaester.
Watching as more ice was hauled out and gold was brought in large chests to the treasury. Jon could say that he put his God-given intelligence to good use, but this was only the beginning for him.
He already imagined a sprawling empire that stretched out as far and wide as the whole of the Planetos.
Walking into his lord father's solar, he already saw the most respectful figures in the castle standing respectfully and listening up such as Maester Luwin, Master-at-arms Rodrik Cassel, Steward Vayon Poole, Captain Jory Cassel, and Robb.
"I want the gold being brought in to began being used, the state of Winterfell has fallen over the years and I want that fixed," his father spoke up. "First the Broken Tower will be reconstructed to be the lookout Tower, then I want the Great Hall expanded, a second glass garden to be built, or defenses to be sure out, and most importantly WinterTown expanded out and an inner wall to be built."
"What if instead of that we do something else," Jon interrupted as everyone spun around to face him.
"What do you mean?" Lord Eddard Stark asked as Jon noticed that he was taking his words seriously.
"I admit using the gold we gained from the Ice trade to fix up Winterfell and expand WinterTown is a good idea."
"I hear a but coming up," Robb joked.
"Yes," Jon nodded in agreement, "but it won't be the best idea. I want to ask you Lord Father before anything else, are you satisfied with what you have now? Because I am not!"
"Explain," the man simply said.
"Yes, the gold from the new Ice trade does give us some wiggle room for harsh winters and tough times, but that's all it really does. It does not really change the underlying situation we are in; day in day out our people still struggle, our lands are barely exploited, we are still thought of as savages in the South, the Wildling and Ironborn still raid our lands time again and again.
"Soon this explosive increase in wealth will average out as prices stabilize so we need to ask ourselves do we stop here or continue on. Right now we are in a special situation that none of our old ancestors will find themselves in. We can take advantage of it or let it pass us."
"What exactly are you proposing, my boy?" Maester Luwin asked the question on everyone's mind.
"I say we send out a Great Expedition! We should go to other lands from north, south, east, and beyond! We look for alliances, we look for things to better the North such as new grains and crops, animals to tame, new innovations, and ideas that will make people's lives easier."
"That will be very costly," Steward Vayon Poole declared, "we will be most likely running dry any gains we have made."
"Yes, that is true but what of the returns we might make! Gold is gold, we will always be making more of it, but this is a chance we can not let slip. If we ever want to leave this squalor we live in, then we must take risks, we must try something new!"
"I agree with Jon," Robb spoke up, "It would be exciting visiting Essos and the Free Cities!"
"We would follow whatever you Lordship says," Ser Rodrik said with a bow. "But even if I do not know much about trading or grains, I do know if something isn't working out, try something new until you find what works!"
Finally, then it was Maester Luwin who spoke up, "I would tell caution, my lord, but your son is right. There are times to take risk and there are times to be not hasty. This is an opportune time to take a risk with the coffers full and able to take on some burdens."
Seeing that everyone was in agreement, his father really had no reason to disagree. Giving a slow brisk nod, he spoke up and directed his question at him, "Where should we go then?"
"Of course we should send someone to go all over the seven kingdoms to do a comprehensive analysis on what good they each have and bring back what will be useful to the North," he began with, just as the South ignored the North so did the North do so in turn.
His people were an isolationist lot that stuck together within themselves, and treated everyone else with suspicion and doubt. He could count the number of times a Stark ever ventured South into the heartlands of the other kingdoms, that how bad they were.
So to go forth into the other kingdoms and see what they had would be a great idea, who knew what we would find.
"I would volunteer for that, my lord," Ser Rodrik stepped forward, "my old bones are lusting after a good adventure and I always did want to do the seven as a lad, what better time then before I croak out! Hahaha."
"I can send with you one of my apprentices to keep a watchful eye out for anything useful," Maester Luwin helpfully added.
"Then I would say the Free Cities," he continued with. The free Cities of Essos a group of nine city-states grouped along the western coast of Essos. Nobody gave them any thought as much as they do the North or Dorne, of course, there were merchants that sail from there looking to make a profit and trade, and Lord Manderly spoke greatly of the many merchants looking to buy ice and even pay a premium price for it.
Still they were a land that no one really heavily exploited in the seven kingdom, everyone thought with a sea in the way that it was it. But the North was the closest kingdom to it and he knew that if they made some trade agreements with them and sent someone there, they would uncover much hidden treasures.
"Can I lead an Expedition there, Lord Father," Robb spoke up with excitement evident in his tone. He as much as any Lordling wanted to go out and explore the world before they were saddled with a wife and the hard duties of a lord.
"You will have to talk to you Lady Mother about it," the silent man answered.
"Next, I say we venture Beyond the Wall and into the True North!"
"Are you mad?" Captain Jory asked in surprise.
"Into the willing land?" Steward Vayon inquired with a sneer obviously thinking little of their savage counterparts.
However, Jon knew that the only people in a similar situation as them was the free folk. They dealt with true winter like them with tough lands and little resources to take advantage of. So he was curious to know how they handled it.
As the saying goes, Know thy enemy and know yourself. He knew that there was a lot they could learn from the free folk if only they put aside their hate and disdain they held for them.
"Enough," his father cutting through the chatter. Then turning to face him, he asked, "Why would you advise that."
Seeing no point in hiding it he told him his thoughts, exactly as they were after he was done everyone seem to have settled down a bit and seem to be processing the idea at least.
"You make a fair point," his father finally spoke up. "I have no love for the wielding with their contact raids on my land, but you are right, sending an Expedition there might produce some results."
"Thank, Lord Father," he said with a bow.
"That's why," he continued still not finished, "I will be intrusting you to lead the Expedition."
"I...I, it would be my honor, father," he said with a bow of his head, never expecting that he, a bastard would be given such a high respect.
"You earned it," his father said with a nod. "Is there anything else you would like to add?" he asked, thinking that it was all wrapped up.
"I saw we go further east," he simply answered, in the library of Winterfell there were countless tomes and books of land further east then Free Cities that no Westerosi man usually visits. That they are an oddity there just as a Lysene or Braavosi would be.
He wondered what would be found there in those strange and mysterious lands, of course, it would be a journey of a lifetime but it would be well worth it to undertake it.
"I would have to think on that," his lord father simply said, leaving it at that.
Nuzzled softly in his arms was Ros, decided to finally visit her for one last great night before he headed off beyond the wall and into the free folk land.
Everyday preparations for the journey became ever near to be finished. With men being prepared and ready to be saddled, goods coins and foodstuff set aside for the journey, ships for his brother who was going to Braavos first, and so much more.
Right now they were lying in the afterglow of their sex, with her being insensible. Rustling softly as she stared up at him, she asked, "What's on your mind, lover boy?"
"So its lover boy now?' he asked with a chuckle.
"Well if I was going to accept someone freely into my bed then it would only be you, so he want to explain that far off look on your face?"
"I will be leaving in a few days," he answered.
"What? Where?" she asked in surprise and worry, "did that old she-devil finally get your lord father to kick you out?"
"What? No!" he said with a shake of his head, that couldn't be much further from the truth as he was slowly beginning to turn the lady of the castle to his point of view. "I have been given the honor to lead an Expedition North."
"North, to do what?" she asked, as he could pick up hints that she did not want him to leave at all forget going on this Expedition.
"Don't worry," he said as he gave her a peck on the forehead. "I will be back before you know it. Riding into the castle like a hero."
"More likely or not, hero die off and leave a poor widow behind."
"You, a poor widow?" he asked with a chuckle, but knew she was right. This was going to be a dangerous journey going into hostile lands where savages and cannibals lie in wait.
"My point still stands," she said with a sniff, "let others do it and die for the glory. You can stay here and be warm inside of my bed."
"I can not do that," he said with a shake of his head, knowing that he might be breaking her heart, "this is my chance to prove myself."
"You know that won't change anything," she said as he got up from the bed to put on his clothes, "we bastards and whore will always be the same in their eyes. Nothing will change if you do this or that, the stain will never leave."
Giving her one final look as he processed her words, he knew she was right, but he still wanted to do something with his life, be someone of importance, and change this land into what it should be. Damn it if he was a bastard, that will not stop him at all.
"I am sorry," he whispered, "I still got to go!"
Coming into his lord father's solar room he could see his brother Robb standing there in half-plate armor with the house sigil stepped on it and a chainmail shirt underneath with a northern spangenhelm under his armpit. He also had a pair of vambrace on each arm and steel boots that covered his legs.
He too was similarly armed with castle forged steel at his hip and daggers at his belt with a Northern heavy bow slung over his shoulder.
Ser Rodrik was also there but he was dressed in heavy full plate armor.
"You are here, good," his lord father said once he saw him walk in, "we are waiting for one more person."
"Who?" Robb asked out of curiosity but just then Captain Jory knocked on the door, "My lord, your guest is here."
"Let him in," the Great lord said, and immediately a short small man walked in with a green cloak and a bow over his shoulder. His hood was obstructing his face and he turned to them he let it drop showing the face of a crannogmen from down in the swamps of the Neck.
"Howland," his lord father said as a very rare smile split his face, hugging each other they stepped back and short man bowed, "it is good to see you, my lord."
"None of that, my old friend, come meet my son," he said as he introduced Robb to him.
"This is Jon, my natural born son," he then introduced him.
"Ahhh," the small man said as he took a peculiar interest in him, "we meet, we meet," he said as he gave him a firm hand shake. "I can see much in your future."
"Can you see that future?" Robb asked with a grin, joking good-naturedly.
"Actually, he can," his father stated.
"No, I told you many times, Ned, I can't do that."
"Wait you have Greensight?!" Jon asked out loud in pure shock.
It was said that some of the crannogmen had Greensight but he scoffed at that. Magic had died long ago with the fall of Valyria and finally the death of Dragons.
His house were once said to have Skinchanger and Wargs but if he had seen his sibling or even himself showing that ability he would have known.
"Yes," he said with a smile, "I have prophetic dream which are filled with symbolic meaning, images, and metaphors of what is to come. Of the future yes and the past and present!"
"Enough of that," his lord father said, "we have work to do."
"Ser Rodrik, Howland, sons- I give you the right to act on my behalf. Ser Rodrik I will be sending you with 60 men to go forth from her to the Riverlands, the Vale, Westerlands, the Reach, Stormlands, and Dorne. This letter of mine will allow you access to any and all casles and fortress.
Jon, I will be giving you 80 men to head north, this letter will go to the commander of the night's watch, jeor mormont. It will explain what you are up to, and greet my brother for me if you would.
Robb, you will be taking one of the three galley to our family name, Wolf Feast. There you will head to Braavos with a 100 men and then beyond to the other free cities.
Howland, my old friend there is no one I rather trust and belive is able to do with this. You will head beyond the ruins of Valyria into ancient and mysterious land."
"I will do as you command, my lord," the small man said as he put a fist over his heart.
With that they headed out and into the open yard where the soldiers that would be accompaining them were. They all stood in neat rows with breatplates on and wagons with supplies loaded and the horses ready to go.
"Men," his father shouted, when he wanted to he could be as charismatic and strong as a leader as he wanted. "You will be a great Expedition for the prosperity of this House and these lands that our are homes! I will not deny you will be facing danger at every turn with hostile people and creatures abound. But know that this is so that the North can see a new day where we stand tall with our heads held high and our children's belly full and warm inside.
For too long we have been know as a savage folk by our southern counterparts, but no more, we will rise up and show them who we ARE!"
Lettign out a loud cheer as his father sood back with his men shouting his name and our house's as well.
"NOW RIDE FORTH!"
Getting on there horses and forming neat rows, the household men began to march out, from the corner of his eye he could see Lady Catelyn Stark giving her son a hug which he returned.
The squid seem to skulking in the corner as never before now did his position become evident, he was a prisoner for his Lord father's good behavior.
Suddenly, he felt a tug from his back and turned around to see, Arya standing there with tear marks on her cheek. "Are you really going beyond the North, brother?"
Russing her short hair, he gave her a soft smile, "Yes, but don't worry I will be back and with lots of gifts, okay?!"
"I heard from Old Nan that savage folk who eat people and giant spiders and walking dead people and horse sized wolves and ice dragons and..."
"Its going to be alright," he interpreted her, "those are just stories, nothing more."
"Really?"
"Yes," he comforted her, "besides a few wilding, there is nothing else but snow and more snow and even more snow."
Laughing sweetly, he gave her nose a slight tweak, and rubbed her head again, "I will be back, I promise you that, so don't worry yourself."
Chapter 10: Journey North (R-18)
Trekking along their way to the wall, Jon enjoyed their small little journey, this was the first time he went any were a few miles away from the castle he grew up in. In this world, there really isn't any point for noble or peasants alike to go a few miles away from their homes.
There is safely inside their walls and warm shelter, unlike the wilds which have bandits, wild animals, and even some monsters whispered about.
Still, this was a novel experience for him as he took in everything and anything.
Carrying on their way, they stopped along plenty of castles and keeps along the king's road, plus even more villages and towns. They were all welcomed there with him having the blood of Starks in him even if he was a bastard, plus the letters his lord father gave him eased a lot of stuff for them.
They did get attacked by bandits and wild animals, but with their numbers it was easy to mop them up, but no monsters thankfully.
Finally, after a long weeks on the road and in the saddle, they came upon the last castle along the road to the wall, Last Hearth home of the Umbers. Beyond here lies the Gift which was unlawfully stolen from his house and the North by the Targaryens long ago, it was neglected lands which full into disuse long ago.
Leaving the rest of his men to camp outside in the woods, he took with him one Ancient, a superior who lead any were from 20 to 40 men, and 10 men then headed towards the castle.
From all around in large ancient stone walls surrounded the place as he knew that it used to be the royal seat of House Umber during the age of Heroes. Coming up to the front gates, two pikemen stood at the gate with four more archers on the wall.
"Halt," one of the pikemen called out as he wearily stared at his armed men and his expensive equipments, "State your business."
"My name is Jon Snow of House Stark, I am here to provision my men and stable our horses for the night."
"Do you have any letters to prove who you are?" the other guard asked even though Jon doubted he could even write or read. Still, he presented it, and the man made a show of looking it over and handed it back to him, "You may go in, the Lord will be told of your presence."
Signaling to his men, they all rode into the castle and towards the stables while one of the pikemen ran up to the castle keep. Just as he was unsaddling his horse, a servant came running up to him. "Lord Jon Umber requires your presence inside the Great Keep, Lord Snow."
"Lead on," Jon said as he signaled to Ancient Hoar to follow him.
Walking into the Great Keep, standing on the podium for the lord and his family was a very tall man nearly seven feet tall and twice as wide as him. He was heavily muscled and looked to be a very formidable warrior with fists as large as hams and a scruffy beard.
"Hahahaa," the big man chuckled as he let out a large laugh that echoed in the hall. "You must be Jon, huh, boy?!"
"Yes, my lord," he answered with a bow of his head, showing him the respect he deserved as a Great bannerman of his father.
Walking up to him, Jon realized why folk say the Umbers have giant blood in them, "You do have the Stark blood in you. You look like a little Ned... no, Brandon I would say," he declared as he mentioned his long dead uncle.
"I thank you, my lord," he replied.
"No, my thanks to you, boy," he stated in his booming voice, "your father spoke greatly of the little idea you have come up with. My house owes you a great debt that can never be repaid."
"It was nothing," he humbly stated.
"NOTHING, hahaha, already we are arming more men and training them up to fight those wilding that dare invade our lands. More people have fuller bellies and I think this would be the first winter that our children and our kin will not be found frozen dead or starved."
"That brings me more happiness than any rewards, my lord. I can die a happy man knowing that I bettered our people's lives."
Just then a small group walking in from the side door, smacking him on the back which nearly had him flying into the air, Greatjon bellowed, "come meet my family."
Introducing him first to his lady wife who looked to be more Wilding than Westerosi, still she was a lovely woman.
"This is my oldest son and heir, Jon, come boy greet our great benefactor!" Jon or Smalljon as he was called was nearly as big as his father, he looked to be the same age as him and Robb maybe a summer or two older than them, so they got along fine as he had the same simple boisterous nature as his father.
"This is my eldest daughter, Ellen Umber," looking up at the lovely beauty, he was surprised such a vision could from his line but he easily picked up the same reddish-brown hair and brown eyes.
Kissing her hand just as a gentleman would, he whispered, "My lady," as she blushed like a pure maiden.
Moving on even as much as he did not want to, the Great Lord introduced him to his other son, Osric Umber and his daughter, Arrana Umber who looked to be Arya and Bran's age.
Suddenly cooks and servants appeared with plenty of dishes in hand and began to set them up. "My lord, what is this?" Jon asked in confusion.
"Ah, this is the least I can do, a feast in your name. I have already invited all my men, come let's seat."
Looking a bit gobsmacked, Jon didn't know what to say, this was an honor he never got along his journey from any of lord. All they did were invited him in and give him food and shelter nothing more nothing less since he was after all a bastard.
"I... I can't," he whispered.
"Yes, you can, and you will. You are an honored guest of ours, this is the least my house can do for you."
"My lord," Ancient Hoar whispered, "should I step outside."
Hearing him, the giant man shook his head, "No, call all your men even those camped outside!"
Seeing no way out of it, Jon followed him to the head of the table and was given the seat of honor as he seat on his right. Before long Umber men started pilling in and soon his own men joined and the feast began in true earnest.
With the drinks flowing freely, and the food coming in from wild deer boars and much more, Jon joined in the happy atmosphere as he began to sing and even gave Ellen Umber a dance followed by Arrana Umber and many more busty women.
Before long he was even contesting with Greatjon as the men chanted them on and after that everything was a blur.
Going to sleep totally wasted, suddenly Jon's consciousness returned, feeling a wet numbness in his crotch area. Jon quickly opened his eyes to find Ellen Umber gazing down at him. Looking at her befuddled and with an alcohol addled mind, from the corner of his eyes, he saw her hand stroking his cock.
"E-ellen?" he gasped.
Jumping back like a cat who got her hand caught in the cookie jar, she looked abashed with herself.
Grasping her escaping hand before it got far away, he was all focused now. "Keep going," he whispered to her.
She meekly nodded and continued her handjob. As time passed, her stiff movements only increased his libido and she started to build up some experince.
"You can start using your mouth," he counseled her. He could clearly tell that she was a virgin with how little experience she had, and he guessed it might be too much for her, but she begin this little dance and gotta start somewhere. She was after all the one to provoke him so she gotta take responsibility for it!
"M-my mouth?" she asked unassuredly, looking hesitant at the prospect.
She might had some of her family's features, but from her loud mouth and simple father and brother she was all to different.
"Yes," he comforted as he lifted up her chin and rubbed her cheeks, "I would be the happiest man if you could do that for me."
"Okay, I… I will try it," she said still looking unsure of herself as she begin to crawl all the way up to his crotch until she face to face with his gargantuan shaft. Grabbing his tool, she slowly gave it a lick getting a taste for it.
"Good," he complimented even though she really did nothing, "Now suck it like you would a carmel apple treat!"
Doing the best she could as a moans escapes her lips while she starts to lays kiss after kiss along his shaft, stroking it up and down with both hands and pressing her full, pouty lips to his throbbing, pulsating length where ever her hands were not.
Of course, there was his command to follow and like any good noble daughter who was breed to follow her lord husband's every command, she planted one more final kiss long his tip then she begin to spread her mouth wide open and take Jon's tool into her wet slippery tunnels.
Building up confidence as she bobbed her head up and down his cock length which in turn brought him greater amount of pleasure. Jon started to slowly lance his fingers through her hair as Ellen took his member deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Smiling at the little busy bee as she happily blow him while her gaze was filled with lust and arousal. Jon reached out with his remaining hand and suddenly begin to tweak her nipple through her barely concealing blouse which got the expected moan out of her which was wonderful for him since it sent vibrations down his length.
Watching as she tried to shove even more of his length into her mouth, he whispered to her in a soft baritone voice. "Here let me help you with that."
Leveraging the hand he had lanced through her hair, his grip tightened on her hair, and he began to thrust into her throat as he held her head in place. Pushing his thick, meaty cock deeper into her mouth, and in turn right down her throat. Jon truly in earnest begin to face fuck her right then and there without any mercy or hesitation.
Ellen eyes immediately begin to water under the oral onslaught, struggled to get away at first under the his tight hold. But quickly he dissuade her from that, "No, no, dear. Accept this from your master. Come taste my seed. Let it fill you up to the brim, just like you wanted."
Looking up at him with those seat innocent eyes, they really do the trick for him in pushing him over the edge.
His cock throbbed as it pulsating in her throat with want surrendering to sweet release.
With a hard, hot howl and the burning joy of dominance carrying him away, Jon let it all go. He held her head down onto his cock with a steady grip in her hair, and made sure she got to feel the hard eruption of his thick, virile cum flooding into her mouth.
Grunting out loud in satisfaction and utter joy he threw himself into it as more and more ropes of cum poured into her. With a hard command of "Swallow," as he held her head in place to obey.
Ellen gulped it all down, shuddering under the weight of this seed flooding into her and down her gullet. Every drop went down her throat like a good girl, which earned her a pat on the head, before finally, Jon popped his cock out of her mouth.
"Now are you ready for the main course?" he asked her with a grin.
Looking dubious, he decided to show her the steps as he grabbed her and just as readily dragged her into a different position.
Pulling her skirt up, he had to resist the urge to rip them up alongside her undergarments.
His massive member slid along her sopping wet cunt, and he could hear the gasp of surprise from her. Then without a rammed his cock right into her from behind without any difficulty and at his sudden thrust combined with all the stimulation he gave her it sent Ellen right over the edge into an involuntary orgasm.
The Umber girl came then and there from Jon's very first thrust, his cock filling parts of her cunt that she never imainged was possible in a million years.
Jon was quickly deep inside of her and all she could do was cry out joyously, her eyes rolling back in her head and her teeth gritting together as she grabbed at the bed sheets beneath her and shook.
Her pussy juices coated Jon's cock as he thrust into her with disabandonment making headways into her passage way.
"Jon, JON!" she moaned as she got jerked harder down by his cock, feeling him shove his way deeper into her. "Y-your... sooo BIG!"
"What? When you were swallowing it, did you not get a figure for it?" he joked, but he got her real drift. The real deal when it was deep inside of you was much much better than anything else. Or that was what Ros told him.
Whimpering pitifully as he thrusts deeper, plunging into her cunt. Ellen's jaw drops open, but no sound comes out of her mouth as Jon penetrates deep inside of her.
Grunting, Jon begins to picking up even more speed as he rams into the reddish brown head's cunt again and again and again. The Umber girl squirms beneath him, letting out moans and squeals of pleasure as he pounds her into the bed, ramming into her like no tommorrow
Eventually, she cums around his cock. The first climax is explosive and from her face as it forms a large O it must be her first one.
However Jon isn't done at all nor will he be any time soon. The next release he brings out of her in pleasure filled to the max as her tongue begins to lull out of her mouth and she starts blubbering away incoherently.
Slowly but surely, as Jon hammers into Ellen from above, the combination of pleasure and pure ecstasy leads her to become insensed as she only moan and mewl beneath him.
"YESSSS!" the girl... no the woman shouts as she climaxes along his length for the umpteenth time, Jon finally could feel his release coming upon him.
Her pussy muscles clenched down sporadically around Jon's still thrusting cock, drawing a sudden grunt from him as he made sure to force his dick all the way to the entrance of her womb in one final deep thrust.
It's enough to send him right over the edge, in the end.
With a roar, Harry does exactly that, his cock penetrating Ellen's womb in his final thrust as his cum paints her inner walls white before filling her to the absolute brim. Ellen's mouth remains wide open, and her eyes begin to roll back at the onsloaught of his release.
No sound leaves her throat as she experiences true nirvana on his cock. Letting rope after rope of cum pour into her, Jon fills her to the brim as he could even see her stomach begin to bloat a bit from all the excess seed.
Catching his breath, Jon pulls his cock out of the well-fucked Umber woman.
He really did want to go another round with her but he could see from how long gone she was, she wouldn't be able to handle another session with him and his little brother.
Sighing, he got up from the bed and put on some clothing, he could still hear the celebrations going on, maybe he could find a busty maid around her.
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