Chapter 5: Morgana Stark II
There has never been a gathering in the North like this before.
Winterfell was invaded by thousands of people. More than half were the commonfolk. The rest were Lords, high and lesser, along with their wards, guards, and bannermen. All came here for one thing…to witness the wedding between Adrian Skyryder and Morgana Stark.
Morgana Stark's wedding gown was beautiful and pleasant. It was pure white, matching the color of the snow. Yet, it perfectly fits her shapely figure.
Morgana recognizes the banner of many of the Northern Houses. The banner of House of Umber, huge size and boisterous nature. House Mormont, the rulers of Bear Island, who rumored to secretly wargs.
There many Lords of known Houses gathered for the wedding in Winterfell. Including House Bolton, which turned her stomach. Morgana cannot believe that the Bolton would be here to her wedding. She confronts her brother about this, and he gave perfectly good reason why he brought the Boltons here."
"This wedding is a message," she recalls Jon's words as he explained simply. "A message to all of the North that House Stark will rule all the North one day and with their alliance with House Skyryder there is nothing anyone could do about it."
"Those bastards murder all of our family Jon, leaving us alone," Morgana bitterly says. "To invited them here in our room is similar as to invite a venomous snake in our bed."
"I wouldn't trust Bolton as far as I thrown him," Jon replied. "But it's better we keep an eye on him just make sure he does not try anything funny. You recall the lesson you quote, based upon that ancient military general and strategist from Yi Ti?"
Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. It means be safer if you know more about your enemies than you know about your friends. Look after your enemies better than looking after your friends.
It was a good strategy. One needs to take the same care in watching the actions and intentions of your enemies as much as those of your friends. With the Andals in the South, it was important for all the North to unite against this common threat.
But for Morgana, the Boltons will always be her enemy, no matter what. But right now, she wants to focus on her wedding than the Boltons.
"Who comes?" Jon Stark speaks up.
"Lady Morgana of the House Stark." She'd reply.
Who claims her?" Jon replied.
"Lord Adrian of the House Skyryder." Her soon-to-be husband answered. Her brother walked her to the heart tree and then walked forward and stood in front of them and spoke in that iron tone of his.
"We gathered here today lords and ladies of the North, to witness the union of the heart and soul of two people," Adrian announced. "Lord Adrian Skyryder, the new Lord of the North and Lord of the Northern Mountains and Lady Morgana Stark, a proud and fierce daughter of House Stark."
Facing Adrian and Morgana, Jon speaks "Now, in the sight of the old gods, I do here ask. Do you both promise to remain faithful and true to one another?"
"We do." Adrian and Morgana said in unison.
"Do you promise to always be each other's strength and counsel in matters of the mind and heart?" Jon asked.
"We do." Adrian and Morgana replied.
"Then as Lord of Winterfell and Lord of House Stark and as the purveyor of the Old Gods, I do hereby name you husband and wife. You may now seal your marriage with a kiss." Her brother said.
Adrian and Morgana kiss each other, sealing the union of their marriage.
It was a couple of hours later, the Great Hall of Winterfell was alive with laughter and singing, the air was filled with the scent of cooked meat, honeyed hog, and baked pies both sweet and savory. The feast had been going on for a few hours now since Adrian Skyryder and Morgana Stark became husband and wife within the Godswood of Winterfell. And from the looks of it, it shows no signs of slowing down anytime soon.
Many Northern lords and ladies were now dancing across the great halls, northern songs echoing throughout the hall.
Morgana Stark was sitting in between her Lord Husband and Lord brother, along with her nephew Bran and nieces Lisa. They were all seated at the grand table where they observe the celebration of the wedding. From her table and sharp eyes, Morgana cannot find Rhea amongst the party.
She was nowhere in sight.
Rhea really was gone. And she was not coming back.
Rhea told her she was leaving Winterfell and going as far away as possible. The reason she was leaving because she cannot stand and watch the woman, she loves to begin married to someone else.
Rhea loves her and Morgana loves her. Morgana recalls the day the two of them first made love to each other. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever experienced in her life. The feeling was intense and enjoyable when Rhea and Morgana did it every chance they got.
Now with Rhea gone, Morgana will never experience feeling again. She is now wife of Lord Adrian Skyryder, the new Lord of the Northern Mountains.
Her husband was enjoying his drink, and he turned his head and, having felt his lady wife's eyes on him and put down the mug. "Are you enjoying yourself my lady?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes, Adrian I am," Morgana replied. "Do you care to dance?"
Adrian was quiet for a moment until he admitted "I'm a terrible dancer! The last time was in a party in Vale—where I had bad habit of stepping on ladies' feet."
One thing for sure, he was very honest. More honest than her first husband. She rarely knew him. Up to the planning of their wedding, Morgana is unable to have a full conversation with Adrian.
She learns from friends and allies that Adrian rarely lets anyone into conversation with her personal life. He was leader who was more loyal to the men under his command than they were loyal to him. He made sure they were well rewarded and well care.
But he was also anti-sociable. He always prefers to be alone by himself. Never get close to anyone. Not even a woman to warm his bed.
"There is no need for you to worry," Morgana says. "We will take it slowly and steady. Just follows my lead him to the floor."
She took her husband's hand and led him out of his chair. The performers noticed this and changed the song. It was a slow song, which was beautiful and promising, as it spoke of a long and healthy life filled with joy and happiness.
The new couple danced around and through other couples on the dance floor, despite Adrian's warning he was a terrible dancer. She wondered if he realized how truly elegant, he was on his feet. It did surprise her that such a man could be so elegant.
As they danced, she could not help but rest her hands on his chest and feel his muscle that rested underneath, her husband looked down at her and something dark flashed in his red eyes.
Red eyes. They are the same color of eyes from the Heart in the Godswood of Winterfell.
"Is something the manner?" Adrian asked her as he noticed the look on her face.
"No nothing the matter," she replied. "It's just that—your eyes are the same colors from the Hear Tree."
"I get that a lot," Adrian admitted. "I inherited from my father, who also inherited from my grandmother, Lya Snow."
"Snow?" Morgana repeated. "Then—your grandmother was a Northen."
"Yes, she was," Adrian admitted. "She was a bastard, the daughter of a Lord of the North. Until her entire family was wiped out by the Red Kings of Dreadfort. She was the only one to survive and escape into the Vale. It was when she met my grandfather, the Griffin King, and became his lover and consort. She died giving him a son—my father, Robert Skyryder."
"I guess you really were fated to come to the North," Morgana confirmed. "Or we could been fated to together."
"Is that why Rhea is not here?" Adrian questioned her.
Morgana was silent for a moment, staring at his red eyes before he asked, "You know about Rhea?"
"I been keeping a sharp ear to gossip or rumors," Adrian told her. "I know that two of you—were very close."
"Yes, we close," Morgana admitted. "The reason we're close it is because we're a kindred spirit. We understand each other than anyone around us."
"Is that why she not here for the wedding?" Adrian asked her.
"Rhea—Rhea does not want to see another man claimed me as his wife!" Morgana told him. "She recalls what my first husband did to me when we got married."
"I assure you I will never do what your first husband had done to you," Adrian promised. "You're my wife, but you will also be my equal and partner as Lord and Lady of House Skyryder."
Suddenly all the music stopped, one of the Northern Lord, an Umber, was holding his goblet. "I think it's time for the bedding!" He shouted and soon the hall was filled with shouting and cheering.
"Bedding! Bedding! Bedding!" The cheers grew louder and louder. Jon, her brother, stood up looking at Adrian and her then turn his attention to crowd, sighed and nodded. "Let us bed them!"
Without warning, a great mob of men rushed over to her, picked her up and began to carry her out of the room. Behind her Morgana could hear ladies shriek and giggle, as they attacked her husband and began to push him out of the room.
This was not the first time Morgana was attacked by mob of men, who were carrying her to bed, tearing apart her wedding dress. Or feels the jokes around were, that were filthy and crude, not to mention feeling uncomfortable of the men taking liberties on her body.
She kept her cool, while feeling the burning anger and shame of begin taking advantaged by these lecherous men. She really hates these kinds of beddings, which the bride is carried by the men, who roughly undressing her on the way and generally telling bawdy jokes referring to what awaits her between the sheets.
Eventually they arrived at the marriage bedchambers, two of the men opened the door as the others gently let her down. Looking at her outfit, Morgana finds her wedding dress was in tatters, the bottom part of the gown was completely ripped away leaving nothing but her bare legs. The corset had survived better but that wasn't saying much as it was still tattered and ripped, and her breasts were on full display.
A moment later the ladies and women shoved Adrian inside, he was in a better state than his wife as his breeches were intact, but his doublet and his undershirt were gone leaving only his bare chest. As the door slammed shut behind him his eyes widened as he stared at the sight that was Morgana.
The two of them looks like they want to exchange words. But right now, they want to get down to the culmination of the Bedding. The first thing they did was removed every piece of their torn-up clothing.
Once they did, they were totally naked before each other.
Morgana was aware of how beautiful her body was. Her body was slender, but also an hourglass form. Her legs were long, but well-toned. Her stomach was completely flat. And while her breasts are not that large, they were peaky, well-shaped, and firm.
She could feel how strong Adrian's lust was as he stared at her naked body. However, her lust seemed to match his as she began to stare at his naked body. She stared in amazement at his lean, muscular body; the wide shoulders that tapered to narrow hips, the powerful arms, the hard, flat stomach, and the long, firm legs.
"Are you nervous?" Adrian asked his wife.
"Do I look nervous to you?" Morgana replies to her husband. "This is not my first time!"
He began again. "I'm—"
"I know." She cuts him off. "You're not Sigvard!"
(Beginning of Lemon Scene)
Adrian reaches out and embraces Morgana within his arms, kissing her passionately. While not that rough and fast, from the looks of it, it seems like he held his lust in check this long and would hold it no longer. However, the way his hands were all over her body and how he was kissing her, he did not want her to be afraid of him, at least not in bed.
Morgana gasped instantly as she can feel Adrian's lips greedily covered the tip of one rounded breast. His mouth, now moving from one breast to the other, was like wildfire, searing her to her very soul. Not to mention his hands rubbing and massaging her rear end.
Adrian continued with his play, suck ing, teasing, nibbling softly at her breasts, until Morgana cry out with the pleasure she felt. Her entire body was aware of his lips. But then he stopped.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed, then lay down beside her. His lips found hers, and he kissed her hungrily, demanding more. His hand brushed across her breasts, caressed her belly, and moved lower.
The pleasure Adrian was inflicting upon her body was unbearable. She has not felt this to a man, the only time she experiences this—no—she can't think about Rhea. This her marriage night. She needs to focus—
Without warning, Adrian climbed on top of her and entered her. He did carefully as he does not want to be quick. However, the entrance was becoming a little painful to her as his phallus was too thick and long for her womanhood.
When he finally entered her utterly, Morgana was breathing heavily, and her heart was beating rapidly. Adrian's monstrous size was stretching her inner womb beyond its limits. She lies there under his mercy, waiting but anxiously for the moment when he began his deep, penetrating thrusts that will tear her apart from within.
Instead, Adrian stops for a moment, keeping utterly still, while inside of her. It was as if he is giving her time to adjust his size. Yet the effort seems exhausting to him as if he is trying to keep the beast inside him restraint in ravishing his wife like a lusted mad beast.
However, Morgana was not making it easier for him. His heavy breathing was making the inner muscles of her wombs squeezing him callously. And it put him on the verge of losing control of his primal instincts.
Eventually, Morgana began to stir and wiggled a bit underneath him. Adrian took that as confirmation and began to slowly thrust into her. The pain on her face slowly started turning into pleasure as she felt him continued to pump into her.
She started moaning quietly as Adrian continued to thrust into her, quickening in pace as he found himself unable to hold back. Morgana wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezing him so tight it's as if she was trying to crush him. She felt Adrian started playing with her breasts that were bouncing up and down in rhythm with each of his thrusts. He leans down and bit on a soft, pink nipple which caused her to let out a yelp of surprise, pain that slowly turned into pleasure.
Morgana suddenly begins to experience a overwhelming feeling that was building up. It was when this feeling exploded inside of her, causing her to cry out to the heavens. Adrian suddenly cried out as well, shaking uncontrollably. Morgana felt him spill his seed inside of her— he relaxed on her, exhausted.
A minute passed, then two, but Adrian didn't move. Morgana's legs release her grip around his waist and squirmed to get out from beneath him. But it wasn't easy as it felt lying push a man made of iron. Then without warning, Adrian got up from her.
"I'm sorry." he suddenly apologized.
Morgana was confused and replied. "You didn't hurt me that much!"
"No, that's not it!" he'd responded. "I—I—I still want you!"
Morgana saw what he meant. His cock was still alive and hard, as if the first sex never happened between them. That means there was more to come.
Adrian didn't wait for her to say anything. He turns her over, now on her elbow and knees, her rear in front of him. Next moment Morgana's hands currently clutching the bed sheets tightly as she felt him enter her again, his hands gripping on her waist.
From behind, Morgana fell the force of Adrian's hips against her, thrusting his cock into her womb over and over again. Looking back over her shoulders, he saw that he was possesses, by a voracious force of need.
Adrian lifts her off her elbows, her back against his chest, and his hands on her breasts. Morgana gasps in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she felt her husband's hands begin rub and massage her breasts, while pulling, pinching, and twisting her nipples. Not that hard, but also not that gently.
Adrian growls, as he continued to thrust in her, while sweet torturing her breasts. And like a wounded animal he came inside of her again. The two of them fell back to bed again, Adrian on top of her once more.
"Is that enough for you?" Morgana asked her husband. She saws that it was a foolish question as she noticed his cock was still swollen and hard. How in the name of the Old Gods is he still keep going. He was about to take her again, but she stops him.
"Can I be on top of you?" she pleaded.
Surprisingly, he accepted her plea as he lays down on the bed. Morgana positioned herself over his erect member. She reached down to her wet pussy and opened it before she lowered herself down onto his rod and moaned as she felt him enter her again.
Morgana then started to slowly grind her hips up and down, softly moaning with every motion and it was not long until she went faster and became louder.
Adrian moaned in ecstasy as pleasure coursed throughout his body due to her bouncing upon his member but soon, he moved his own hips in the same manner.
She felt his hips began moving a little faster as he sat up and laid both of his hands on her bouncing breasts to grope and fondle them.
Morgana was almost screaming as Adrian started to pinch and tweak her nipples while his hips rocketed his rock-hard rod into her. It soon became quiet once he began deep kissing her though she could still be heard through their lip lock. His hips now moved faster and made Morgana's muffled moans a bit louder as their tongues danced in each other's mouths; Morgana could feel her climax coming quickly.
At the same moment, he held her tight to him when he exploded inside her womb once more, at the same time Morgana has her own bliss of pleasure as well. She fell on top of him. She rested on his chest and asked him "Is that enough for you?"
Without warning, Adrian rolled her onto her back and they were now in the classic missionary position, which allowed him to thrust a little deeper into her. Morgana felt his cock is still hard and alive, and wondered if he is human.
"No, I still don't have enough of you," Adrian says as he draped her leg over his left shoulder, while her other leg was trap beneath him.
"Aren't you tired?" she asked her husband, astonished of his stamina and energy, still exhausted.
"Not until several hours," Adrian told her. "Battle and sex can sometimes trigger an adrenaline in my blood, that invigorated my stamina and endurance to keep up for a great amount of time. For example, I been fighting eighteen hours nonstop during the Battle of High Heart."
If what he says is true, then there is chance this love making will last until morning. At this rate she might conceive a child within her. Yet Morgana did not care.
He then pushed his erection deep into Morgana's awaiting pussy before she could say anything else; all she did was let out a moan. He wasted no time in moving his hips back and forth, which made her moaning louder and the feeling of being back inside her caused his member to become fully erect once more.
Even tired and helpless, Morgana moaned as her husband made his thrusts harder as he reached a hand over to her right breast and started playing with her nipple, causing her arousal to increase rapidly, while started laying kisses along the side of her calf and rubbing his free hand up and down her thigh.
All the pleasure he was giving Morgana made her toes curl and her eyes roll up back into her head. Adrian kept up all the pleasure-inducing actions he was giving his wife then added more by moving his hand from her thigh to her clitoris and massaging it enough to cause to squirt without warning.
Morgana rose to scream out into the night in delight as her mind was sent into pleasure overload as her orgasm was quickly approaching.
(End of Lemon Scene)
