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"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking hells, s-aaah! Ummm, soo goood" Dacey moaned, her thighs around my head as I held her up against a tree, my tongue lashing and licking at her cunt. Grinning up at her from my place between her legs, I gave her a wink, roughly dragging my tongue against her clit before I once again went back to eating her out. Parting her folds with my tongue, I twisted and flicked inside her slick, hot walls, tasting her and teasing her as I raised and lowered my tempo alternatively.

Five minutes and a good clit rubbing later, Dacey came like a water sprout, her quim absolutely drenching my face with her orgasm as she shuddered in my grip. Lapping up her release the best I could, I lowered her trembling body to the ground, silencing her pants with my mouth as I shoved my tongue down her throat. Dacey moaned into the kiss as my index finger pushed into her still sensitive cunt, and at the same time, my left hand rose to paw at her big, perky breasts.

Moving down to her neck, I started to bite and lick at the pale skin, the moaning woman tilting her head back to give me more access as her own hands delved into my breeches, her warm fingers encircling my dick.

Groaning my enjoyment into her neck, I started to inadvertently buck my hips into her grip. Pistoning two fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy, I went back to kissing her even as my breeches dropped to the ground, baring my lower half to the steam around us.

"Fuck yes! Finger my cunt you bastard!" Dacey hissed, her hand speeding up in its motions now that there was no cloth to restrict it. Shuddering slightly as I curled my fingers inside her, she sent her fingers a little lower and squeezed my balls slightly, before she growled "Enough of this, get on your back Jon!"

Pushing me back on the ground, Dacey swung her hips over mine and impaled herself over my jutting cock in one go, her plush yet toned ass coming to rest upon my thighs as we both groaned at the feeling of my large dick—her words, not mine—being squeezed by her tight, hot walls. Thankfully, due to the hot spring just a step away from us, there was a lot of soft grass beneath me, and thus, I had no problems in grabbing Dacey's hips before I started to thrust up into her.

However, she wasn't idle by any means, the woman leaning forwards to claim my lips in a dominating kiss as she started to bounce her ass on my dick, the sound of our skin colliding and slapping together echoing around us. She pushed her tongue down my throat, both of us swapping spit and moans as we duelled with our tongue, animalistic grunts filling the clearing as she tried to make me submit, and I tried to barely survive the onslaught.

"Fuck, Fuck Fuck!" she chanted continuously as she buried her face in my neck, her teeth biting and nipping at my skin. Groaning in soul-searing, mind-numbing pleasure, I grabbed her by her glorious, bouncing butt and increased my speed even more, feeling my climax build up inside me. She pushed against my chest and rose up a little, grinding her hips on my member as I stopped moving for a moment. Her skin was all sweaty and flushed, with the streaks of sunlight that were able to pass through the canopy above us, she looked like a goddess, her pale, muscled form utterly curvy as hell and completely unblemished—except for the bite marks on her neck and tits of course.

"Gods, you are so tight! Fuck…so fucking hot!" I gasped out, once again starting to rut into her from below. Dacey moaned like a whore at that, chanting 'yes' over and over again as I drove my dick up into her depths. Raising my hands to her bouncing tits, I grabbed those round, pale and large mounds and squeezed them hard, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

"Fuck me, Jon!" Dacey screamed as she splayed her fingers over my chest and started to bounce her hips even faster and harder than before. Her clenching cunt squeezed and spasmed around my dick tighter and harder by the second, and feeling my own release just beyond the edge, I started to buck even harder against her, my balls swinging up to slap against her ass with the force of my thrusts.

"Ohhhh, Fuuuckk!" I groaned, my eyes closing of their own accord and my legs tensing as I exploded inside her, the tight, warm, and slick walls of her twat sending me over the edge. As soon as I started to paint her walls white, Dacey also experienced an orgasm, her walls fluttering along my dick as she slumped down on me. A tired yet happy sigh escaped both of us at the same time as we came down from the orgasmic high and Dacey started to lay soft, lazy kisses over my shoulder as we simply laid there on the grass, enjoying the post-coitus silence and pleasure.

"Mmmn, gods I have missed this," she said after a few moments, making me chuckle as I wrapped my arms around her. "How long has it been, a sennight?"

"Yeah" I nodded sleepily, feeling the drain of the sudden sex and the three spars we had before it, "It would have been much shorter had your mother not decided to barge in your room, and that too with a sword drawn."

"I was screaming, Jon," she laughed, "She thought I was being attacked!"

"Well, you should have controlled your voice."

"How was I supposed to know that your tongue would feel so good on my cunt?" She asked, her eyes widening as she theatrically gasped out the words. "It was the first time I had even heard of something like that, let alone experienced it! And that reminds me, how did you get the idea of doing this?"

"Er, I felt like it after Garen told us about how his wife sucked him off," I answered, shrugging slightly, "and it was fun for me as well…except for the hair pulling. That hurt."

She laughed at that, her breasts mashing against my chest while her shaking caused her hips to move, and me being the horny bastard I was, once again started to get hard inside her. She paused for a moment, and then with a smirk aimed at me, started to move her waist in small circles

"My, my, Jon Snow" she purred, her finger stroking down my face as she froze above me, "aren't you a greedy little boy?"

"Don't know about greedy," I responded with a growl as I grabbed her hips, and then turned us around swiftly, causing Dacey to shriek in surprise. Looking down into her lidded eyes for a moment, I allowed a cocky smirk to grace my lips as I thrust hard inside her, making her moan as I continued, "But I sure as hell am not a boy or little."

The moans and screams she let out after that seemed to agree with me.

"Oof" I grunted as Visenya's foot connected with my chest, sending me on my back. But already anticipating the next blow, I rolled backwards, and got another kick to my head from my sister. But even as my head slammed into the dirt and I felt a steady throb develop over my ear, I forced my body to move. Pushing off the ground with my right hand, I twisted sideways in a cartwheel, my right leg lashing out towards her abdomen. Visenya blocked it successfully, but that left her open to the leg that came just behind it, connecting squarely with her shoulder and sending her stumbling back.

Standing back on my feet, I grinned at my sister as I immediately ran forwards to engage her. Raising my right leg towards her face, I jumped with the momentum, and as Visenya avoided my kick by leaning back, my left leg came around in an airborne roundhouse to strike her in her stomach.

"That's for the head" I commented as she groaned, her hand pressed against the spot I had made contact with.

"Asshole," she gasped, her eyes narrowing before she lunged at me, fist cocked back for a punch.

"So?" I asked, leaning sideways to avoid the punch. Ducking underneath the next fist, I bent back on my hands and kicked at her with both of my legs, but she had already jumped back to avoid them. Twisting upon my hand, I swept my legs around while pushing forwards, but timing her jump perfectly, Visenya bounced on my calf and landed behind me. Before I could even turn my head around, she had knelt and wrapped her hands around my throat, choking me with her forearms.

"Oh-You this a-angry on me fucking Dacey?" I choked out, feeling the pressure steadily build up behind my throat. Visenya didn't say anything in response, but she didn't need to. I probably knew her better than she knew herself, and it didn't really take me more than a single glance to see the anger simmering beneath her skin when Dacey and I had come back to the keep.

"You think-" Visenya's words were cut off by a horn that sounded from behind us, and our eyes widened as we realized which one it was. Due to the constant storms, snowfall, and sometimes a dose of a flash flood, Bear Hill had a few different types of horns—each one signifying a different calamity or weather change.

However, the one currently blasting through the air wasn't a warning of any natural phenomenon. Even as the soldiers and people around us started to run here and there, Visenya and I just sat there in surprise for a moment as the reality of that sound echoing through the twilight sky settled in.

Bear Island was under attack.

Scrambling up from the yard's ground, both of us ran towards the armory, joining the dozens of men and women who were running towards it. Ahead at the doors of the weapon room, Jorelle and Lyanna were already distributing swords to the villagers who wanted to fight, while the guards took anything they wanted off the racks. Jumping on the desk, I dashed inside the armory and picked up three bastard swords. Two of them went to my back, and the last one I kept in my hands for Visenya. Grabbing a bow and a full quiver too as I ran out from the side, I gave Visenya her weapons, and our eyes met for a moment.

We didn't speak anything, our eyes saying all that needed to be said. I glanced around swiftly, and finding that no one was around us, I grabbed her by the back of her head and smashed our lips together. Barely a second later, I pulled back and grabbed her shoulder.

"Stay safe" I told her and before she could respond, I ran off to the shores, the shouts from the guards already having told me who was attacking us. The Ironborn were here, for the first time since Balon Greyjoy's failed rebellion. Blood rushed through my body, and despite not using magic in any way or form, I felt my hands nearly burn with the itch that ran through them, an itch to kill some reavers.

"Jon!" someone shouted beside me, and ducking underneath a branch as I ran, I turned towards the sound, finding Lyra running at my left. "Where is Visenya?"

"Don't know!" I shouted back as we finally caught up with the rest of the soldiers and villagers that were running to the sea. From the gaps in the trees ahead of us, I could already make out the invading force, the Ironborn making no attempts at subtlety as they screamed and shouted their way towards us. The soldiers around us roared back, the sound of swords being unsheathed ringing out the forest as we drew closer to the enemy.

We were no less than forty paces apart when I drew my own swords, spinning them around as we came closer to the three dozen or so party ahead of us. From the corner of my eye, I saw Lyra stop and shoot two arrows in quick succession, each of them hitting an Ironborn right in his head. First blood drawn from our side, the Northmen screamed as bodies finally clashed. Blood immediately fountained into the air from both sides as limbs were severed and arteries were cut.

Jumping over the body of the dead Northman ahead of me, the time when I had first seen a dead body flashed through my mind. A brown-haired wildling woman had just brained one of the villagers, and despite holding a spear in my hands, I had frozen at the sight of the brain matter and blood splattered on the ground. Hyperventilation had been the least of my worries even as I found my breath disappearing from my lungs, the bloodied mace in her hands almost crashing into my head.

That day, it had been Maege who had saved my ass, and what followed was a lecture cum therapy session from the veteran lady. Now? Now I focused upon the grinning Ironborn in front of me, his hatchet dripping the blood of the slain villager I had jumped above.

He swung his axe at me horizontally, intent on removing my head from my shoulders in a single strike. Ducking underneath his blow, I reversed my grip on my right sword and ran past him, the edge of the blade slicing his neck before he even realized what was happening. Giving the bleeding man no further thought, I leaned sideways to avoid a sword, my left hand shooting up to skewer its holder's brain through his chin. At the same time, I brought my sword forwards to block an overhead strike, the reverse grip allowing me to make the rapier slide off my blade.

Spinning my hand around clockwise, I made his blade fall to the side and within an eyeblink, sliced his throat deeply. Turning to my right, I slashed the back of an Ironborn banging his sword against someone's shield, and as the man turned around in shock, a sword through his eyes ended his life. Blood splattered across my face the next second, and I blinked in surprise as I beheld the suddenly headless corpse to my left.

"Stay alert, Jon!" Elbert screamed, but before I could even say anything to the soldier, an arrow pierced his head from the side. I swore loudly at that, the smell of piss and shit permeating the air around us, the dying men voided their bowels and bladders, while the shouts and clangs still kept on ringing in the area. Driving my right sword into the gut and an Ironborn from behind, I lopped another one's head off with my left. In the reflection of the plate the man in front of me had worn, I saw someone come up behind me.

I jumped forwards and turned around, but it wasn't fast enough. The reaver's sword still nicked me on my shoulder, blood immediately welling up from the wound. Hissing in pain, I brought down both of my swords in an overhead strike and the Ironborn blocked them easily with the scimitar he was wielding. However, the next second, an arrow speared through his throat, the metal head sticking out of his neck as he fell to his knees, gurgling and gagging as crimson poured down his chest plate.

Thanking Lyra with a nod, I ran towards the next reaver, only half a dozen remaining from the initial numbers that had invaded the island. Blocking a surprise blow from the side, I brought up my sword to cleave his head in two, he bashed his shield into my ribs. I groaned and fell back to my ass, and with a manic grin, the man advanced upon me. I slammed my leg into his ankle, and he shouted as he fell to the ground. His voice was abruptly cut off as my sword met him midway, the force of his fall and the strength of my own upward strike making my blade tear through his face without any resistance. Spinning my sword around once, I winced at the sudden flare of pain in my ribs.

Definitely cracked.

However, the adrenaline soon washed the pain away, and I was back in the fighting. As I parried a thrust and responded with a slice of my own,a stray thought invaded my brain. I didn't really know where the dragons had made their nest, but if it was anywhere on the western shoreline, then chances were that roasted Ironborn were on their menu tonight. I could only hope that they don't leave any evidence behind.

Within the next minute, the final Ironborn died, a woman stabbing him through his head from behind with her dirk. Cheers rose in the air as the men and women both raised their weapons in the air, the blood over their faces and bodies gleaming in the dying sunlight.

"Hey fuckers!" Lyra shouted, immediately shutting up everyone as she pointed in the direction of the keep. "Get back to the Keep! This wasn't the only raiding party that got on our land, There are more of these cunts in this forest and racing towards our keep! So fucking move fast and kill these BASTARDS!"

A chorus of "Aye!" rose up in the air, and despite the discomfort of my ribs, I raced forwards along with the remaining men, while half a dozen remained behind to collect the fallen. Barely two minutes later, we emerged from the treeline, arriving in time to see Dacey stomp on the head on a reaver while her mace pulped another man's face. Some paces away from her, Alyssane was fighting with a claymore, cutting and cleaving apart the men around her with her brute strength and long reach.

Sharing a look with Lyra, who had now unsheathed the bastard sword at her back, we grinned wildly and roared as we jumped into the fray, almost immediately, I found myself fighting against a pale-skinned man, his half-rotten and half black teeth getting revealed as he grinned and unleashed swing after swing of his heavy sword. He was strong, I realized as my arms shook from the effort of parrying his blows. But after a minute of dodging and parrying his blows, I found my opening. In a move similar to one that I had first used today, I turned my right sword so that its tip was pointing backward, and swiped it horizontally.

The sudden attack and change in my grip made the man stumble for just a moment as he tried to stop his forward momentum, and that was all the moment I needed. Stabbing forwards into his gut with my left blade, I brought my right blade up diagonally, cutting through his face and ruining his eye. Even as he screamed in the sudden pain, he tried to raise his sword, but I was faster.

Slicing off his head, I panted and turned towards my next target, a lanky teen fighting against Dacey. Jumping and stabbing him in his neck from the side, I gave Dacey a wink and dashed off towards another reaver, my blood burning inside me as if it was on fire, and yet, there was a coldness in my brain, giving me the clarity to think properly.

It was a few minutes later when I was leaning away from a swipe that a scream pierced through the air, and my heart stopped beating.

Cutting off the reavers wrist, I turned towards the origin of the sound, my heart hammering loudly in my own ears as I stabbed backward into the screaming Ironborn. Through the dying men and women, and amidst the almost dead sunlight, it took me a moment to find the source of the screams, my eyes coming to stop upon the bound form of Visenya as she struggled upon the shoulders of running Ironborn.

"NO!" someone shouted, and after a moment I realized it was my own voice. I ran towards the man who was kidnapping my Visenya, my hāedar. Cutting apart the arm of one Ironborn while I stabbed another through his eye, I continued to run forwards, the fighting around me turning into a muted blur while I gave chase. Her terrified and teary eyes met mine, and with one final scream, she disappeared into the blackness of the forest.

Screaming my neck hoarse, I ran behind them, now able to see several other captives who were being kidnapped along with my sister. I picked up the sound of feet thundering on the ground around me, the Northmen running forwards to save their wives and daughters from becoming slaves to the pillagers, Arrows were shot through the trees towards the fleeing, yet winning Ironborn, but in the rapidly darkening blackness of the forest, it was impossible to see anything so far ahead. For minutes we ran behind them, the jeering laughter and calls of the reavers echoing through the trees.

My legs burned with exhaustion, and even though adrenaline numbed my pain, I was aware of the bleeding gash on my shoulder, as well as the numerous other nicks all over me. I screamed, forcing my body to work even harder, forcing my legs to move faster as I tried to bridge the rapidly growing gap between us. A whistling sound came from somewhere, a short sound followed it, like a punch slamming into something. I felt a sudden itch in my chest, the stinging rapidly blossoming into agonizing pain as I gasped and tumbled forwards.

Falling to my knees, and then on my chest, I winced as something got pushed inside me. It was the sound of something sapping that alerted me to my plight, the torchlight from someone illuminating the broken arrow shaft sticking out of my chest. I gasped in pain, but even as I felt my lungs get filled with blood, I shakily tried to stand up, intent on following the rest of the Northmen running ahead and getting Visenya back.

But before I could so much as take the next breath, my legs gave out from under me and I fell on my back. Through my falling hearing, and my dimming eyesight, I could make out Dacey and Maege both bending over my face, tears in both of their eyes as they said something.

I tried to open my mouth, to whisper something to them. I raised my hands towards Dacey, but as she leaned down into my palm, flames lit up the sky above us, and three roars sounded throughout the sky as if they were drums of War.