Warg Maiden

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Warning: This chapter rated M for sexual content.

Chapter 63: I am yours…

Imogen's POV

I took a deep breath, grabbed a torch, and made my way into the cave. I followed the same route that led to the cavern where the Children's drawings were My heart tightens, dreading what will be destroyed. When I entered the cavern, the darkness was no longer illuminated by the dragonglass, for there was no dragonglass. The ground was covered in debris as I carefully made my way through.

The runes and symbols have been destroyed, gouged out to mere specks of paint with clusters and holes. I took several deep breaths as my eyes stung, hoping that one symbol had survived. Yet the symbols and runes were destroyed on the walls and ceiling. The tightness grew until I came to one drawing.

My eyes widened as I stared at the Night King and the White Walkers with their blue eyes. Other than a crack across the Night King's chest, the image remained intact. Jon kept this image safe. Does that mean…

I made my way to the other side of the cavern, where the drawings of the Children of the Forest, the First Men, and Giants were preserved. There were several cracks around, and some of the giants were destroyed, yet it was here. Jon managed to save something of them.

I lowered the torch and rested my forehead on the stone as my eyes watered. I've been mad at Jon as of late. After deciding to forge an alliance with Daenerys, he was trying to do right by compensating Daenerys for her support in the Great War. Somehow, he believes she can be a good queen. However, it is not that Daenerys can be a good queen. It is our people who are going to suffer from the Great War. The survivors… will have so much trauma mentally and physically that they will need time to recover. Just as the First Men did in the First Long Night.

Why must we burden them more?

Jon seemed to realize his mistake, yet the declaration had been made. Daenerys will expect the North's support. Cersei Lannister is aware of this as well. Even though the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms had called her banners…my instincts told me not to trust her. Could Jon announcing his alliance with House Targaryen will sabotage us in the end?

I need to stop thinking negatively. I need to trust Jon for this alliance. Let alone that the alliance could be no more if we don't survive the Great War. As I am reminded, looking at these runes, symbols, and drawings.

I will die.

I will die when I kill the Night King.

If I kill him.

Sighing to remembering this, I glance at the painting once more, whispering in the Children's Language before leaving the cavern. Leaving the past behind me.

Skadi waited there at the entrance. Setting the torch in the brazier, we left the cave. It was empty of dragonglass and several others. Gendry did an excellent job collecting the dragonglass. Skadi made a whimper, sensing my internal turmoil. For she, too, senses the dread for the future. I patted her neck.

"Come now, girl, let's return to the North," I murmured.

Skadi nodded as she licked my hand. I chuckled at this as we made our way back to the castle, mainly towards the docks where the Balerion waited. All on Dragonstone was leaving the island to head north. The Dothraki have departed, heading north as we speak. While the ships are loaded with dragonglass, the Unsullied, and supplies.

I made my way to the docks, and after seeing Ser Davos and Gendry, I made my way over to them.

"Happy to leave this island," Gendry said.

"Bad memories," I murmured.

Gendry shuddered with a nod.

"I bet you are ready to return to the North," Ser Davos said to me.

I glance over my shoulder, "It was a mixed experience. We got the dragonglass and allies to fight in the Great War. However, I missed my family."

Ser Davos nodded, knowing the feeling despite having a chance to return to his own, only to fear his wife. Jon made his way over as he stood next to me. I was still mad at him for not talking with me about his decision on the alliance, yet not enough to avoid him after the fight we had.

"Shall we get going?" Jon asked.

Everyone nodded as we got on the ship.

It wasn't long before the ships took sail and headed for the North. I leaned against the rail, Skadi lying by my feet, and I thought about all that had happened at Dragonstone. Seeing the dragons, confronting the Mother of Dragons, finding the mines filled with dragonglass, the Children's drawings, the expedition to the True North, and the armistice in King's Landing and…my relationship with Jon.

We were no longer friends and allies.

But actually courting.

Even though Daenerys shows support, I am not sure where my relationship will lie. We both agree to focus on the now instead of the future. The chances of surviving are little to none. Knowing my fate is in the unknown.

Someone came over, standing next to me. I turned my head to see it was Daenerys.

"Your grace," I greeted.

"Lady Imogen," she returned.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I asked.

Daenerys gave me a sincere smile, "Are you still mad at Jon?"

I sighed, "Somewhat, but it's not against you."

"Is it because he didn't tell you first?" she concluded.

"Aye," I confirmed. "We sorted it out."

Daenerys nodded as she looked ahead, "I will not ask the Free Folk to fight."

I stared at her.

"Your people remind me of the slaves in the Bay of Dragons. They fought for their freedom. As your people are fighting for their survival. I cannot ask them to fight in my war after many years against the army of the dead," she assured.

"But what of the Northmen?" I asked.

Daenerys sighed, "That is Jon's decision?"

I sighed, knowing she was right.

"So, you are going to let Jon be King in the North?" I asked.

Daenerys nodded, "You and Jon convinced me. What you said when we first met and, in the cave, reminded me I was no better than the Masters."

I stared at her, wondering if she was telling the truth. "All I want to do is break the wheel."

"The wheel?" I asked.

Daenerys nodded again, "Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark, Tyrell. They're all just spokes on a wheel. This one's on top, then that one's on top. And on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground."

"So, you want to break it," I said.

Daenerys nodded, "And rewrite House Targaryens legacy."

I chuckle softly, "You sound like Rhaenyra. How she wanted to change everything for the good of the realm."

"You know about Rhaenyra Targaryen?" she asked.

I nodded, careful with my words, "Men trying to rule over her as they fought for her inheritance and womb. Forced to fight against her half-siblings. And in the end, she died."

"Impressive," she said. "How do you know her?"

Still careful with my words, I said, "I spent time with a Crow, who abandoned his vows. He told me stories of the past. Being a girl, I was told stories of strong women, such as Nymeria, Visenya, Rhaenyra, and more."

Daenerys nodded as she looked at the coast. "I hope I reach such status as them, if not better."

I stared at her, wishing I had control of my visions to see her future, wondering if she could be a good queen. Yet my instincts told me she would be brutal, not vindictive like Cersei, but she would face many struggles because of her late father and older brother, a shadow due to madness and lust.

"What was the name of this Crow?" She asked.

"He lost his own name from age," I answered.

Daenerys nodded.

"Is controlling animals and communicating through them the only thing you can do?" she asked.

I blinked a few times, staring at her.

"Forgive me if I am intruding," she apologized. "I have met people with magic. A priestess in Lhazar said she was a healer was actually a witch who used blood magic. Followed by the Warlocks in Qarth, who showed me visions. Let alone hearing what the R'hllor is capable of in resurrection."

"Wargs mainly control animals by putting our minds in the creatures' vessels," I explained. "There are powerful ones that can communicate as I do, yet distance away from our bodies holds consequences. If not, the laws we follow."

"You have laws?" she asked.

"Aye," I confirmed. "We cannot consume the flesh of another human. We cannot mate with an animal. And most of all, we cannot warg inside another human."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because we would be taking their freedom away," I said.

"But what did you do with the Albatross?" she reminded.

"Was communicating," I explained. "I did not control your body."

Daenerys nodded, grasping the detail.

"We used to have greenseers," I added.

"Greenseers?"

"People with greensight, visions," I explained. "Able to see the past and present, and possible future."

Daenerys nodded, taking this information in.

"Don't worry, all you need to fear is the Three-Eyed Raven." I thought bitterly.

"And what is that?" she asked.

"A soul that needs to end," I grumbled.

"I once saw a raven with three eyes when I was trapped in the House of the Undying." She murmured. "I never understood it with all the other visions."

"Did he speak to you?" I asked.

Daenerys shook her head, "It only sat on the Iron Throne before flying away as snow came down."

I scowled at this.

"We will discuss more about this," she said, noting the change in my posture. "I wish to be your friend, Imogen. For I see you as a good queen."

I scoffed, "Me a queen. I can barely be a lady."

Daenerys chuckled, "Many say that to me, and yet I was queen of Meereen. An orphan girl with no fortune and no armies."

I chuckled, "Men fear women in power."

"That they do," she agreed. "I can see you as a good queen. The voice of reason when the King in the North is in doubt."

I arched my brow.

Daenerys merely smiled and walked away.

I sighed, shaking my head, and then glanced at Skadi lying on the ground. She stared at me with her blue and yellow eyes.

"You weren't helpful," I grumbled.

Skadi made a grunt before laying back down.

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When evening came, we ate our meals in a private room. Lord Tyrion mainly did the talking, assuring everyone that his sister would send her armies and tell stories. I have decided that Lord Tyrion enjoys hearing himself talk.

Stories were passed around, yet I remained quiet. Hearing stories from Essos about the time after Robert's Rebellion was interesting. However, when Lord Tyrion asked about my adventures, I froze. I didn't know what to say, for my adventures were not grand to be passed on. Everything was survival. As I can see, the nightmares of the wights and the people who had fallen echo in my head. If not, the five years under the weirwood tree.

"Come now, you must tell us something," Lord Tyrion insisted.

I took a deep breath, "Just fighting wights and trying to survive."

"That's all," he asked. "Well, tell us how you and Jon met?"

Jon gave an irritated sigh.

"Now, I want to know," Lord Tyrion pried.

"Jon came to Mance Rayder's camp as a prisoner, captured by my friend Ygritte and Rattleshirt. A Crow who wanted to abandon his vows, for he saw the true threat. He even thought Tormund was the King-Beyond-the-Wall."

"You're never gonna let that down," Jon grumbled.

"Never," I chuckled softly, then grew serious. "A little crow who slain Qhorin Halfhand to prove himself. Convincing, but Mance and his council didn't believe it and told us to keep watch on Jon. At a time, Jon seemed curious about the Free Folk way of life…until we came upon a massacre of dead horses…learning that the Army of the Dead had slain most of the Crows who crossed the Wall on their own expedition."

Everyone blinked.

"Mance ordered Tormund to lead the group to climb on the Wall and begin…the Free Folk escape from the True North," I said.

"You climbed the Wall," Ser Jorah murmured.

"We both did, Jon almost lost his life, along with my friend Ygritte," I murmured. "Yet he managed to save her."

Jon nodded in agreement as we took a moment of silence to honor Ygritte. His first love and my spiritual sister.

"What happened afterward?" Missandei asked.

I pointed my thumb at him, "He betrayed us, and Ygritte shot three arrows into him."

Jon snorted at that.

"You two were enemies again," Daenerys murmured.

"Aye, for I had to warn the Night's Watch," Jon sighed. "I did not handle it well. Many lives were lost."

"How did you two reconcile?" Daenerys asked.

My grip tightens, "I was a prisoner of the Crows for a time, even been flogged. Jon tried to kill Mance, yet Stannis Baratheon came. It wasn't until Hardhome that Jon proved he was in for the Great War. He saved many of the Free Folk who lived in the East. If he hadn't, barely half of my people would be alive."

Jon stared at me for my acknowledgment. I stared at him, for I would forever be grateful that Jon saved my people from being massacred. Yet, mentioning Hardhome, I felt the guilt building up.

"Can you tell us about yourself," Lord Tyrion continued. "I'm sure you have adventures without Jon."

He wanted the tales of the wildlings, I thought bitterly.

I stood up, "If you excuse me."

No one stood, yet I saw concern with my company. Primarily, it was Jon, as he knew what I had been through. A childhood that was stolen from me, years of fighting, and losing so many friends along the way. Leaving the private cabin, I stopped leaning against the wall in the hallway, taking several deep breaths.

"Is it something I said?" Lord Tyrion asked.

"Lady Imogen has had a complicated life," Ser Davos answered. "She did not grow up in luxury or faced minimal hardship. I do not know her past. But I warn you, never bring up her past."

"You must forgive Lord Tyrion. He is a curious person," Lord Varys apologized.

Not wanting to hear more, I went on deck to check on Skadi. Since the hallways that lead to the cabins were too narrow for her, she would stay on deck. She was curled up, gnawing on her dinner. I knelt to her level and hugged her. Skadi is the only one who has been there through it all. She nuzzled me, comforting me in her own way.

I never like it when the attention is on me for entertainment.

After some time, Skadi gestured that I go inside. I wish I could bring her in, but there was a limitation. She licked my hand, assuring me she was good. I nodded, kissing the top of her head, before heading inside and going to my cabin.

I stripped my weapons, armor vest, chainmail, boots, and tunic and put them away before sitting on the bed. I freed my hair from the braids and grabbed a comb to brush the locks. Touching my scalp, I noted I needed to give my hair a break from braids.

I took several deep breaths, clearing my mind.

Time vanished.

There was a knock on the door.

I glanced out, noting it was late and wondering who would be awake at this hour. Standing up, I made my way to the door, opening it to find Jon. He stood there in his basic layers, not having his armor on. It was odd to see this since he has always kept himself covered since his death, with the exception of recovering from the True North.

"I thought you could use some company," he whispered.

"Company," I repeated.

He stared at me with longing. As if he realized how short our lives will be. Even with our dispute, we can't be away from each other. No longer was he the Little Crow or the King in the North. Standing before me was Jon. A man who wanted me just as I wanted him.

With death over our shoulders, I let him in. He stepped inside before closing the door. We continue to stare at each other. Slowly, Jon raised his hand and cradled my cheek. I lean into his touch. Every time we are this close, it feels nice. That I can feel feminine. Not a warrior.

My last restraint shattered.

I want to actually experience and feel it. Even if it's just this one time. I know Jon is not using me. Jon seemed to notice this as he leaned, wrapping his other hand around my waist and pulling me flush against his body. His lips pressed against my own in a heated kiss. A groan rumbled in his throat while I moaned.

I fisted his gambeson, bringing him closer, tugging on it to get it off. Jon pulled back, staring at me, seeing if I wanted to stop.

"We can just sleep together," he offered. "We don't have to do anything."

I shook my head. "If we don't survive the Great War, I want to truly know what it feels like, especially with someone I care for deeply."

He rested his forehead against my own, "I can't give it back to you. This is something you value."

"Please," I whispered against his lips. "I want you. Body and soul."

Jon gave a groan, kissing me again. Frantic we were, as he hoisted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself into his erection that was growing. After several steps, Jon laid me on the bed. I sat up, stripping my linen shirt and leaving my wrappings and leggings on. Jon watched, his eyes focused, as he leaned over and kissed me again. I kissed him back, trying to find the knot that held the wrappings, fumbling, untying it until it came undone. Still lost in the kiss, Jon helped me unwrap, exposing my breasts to him.

Gently, Jon pushed me down, lying flat on the bed. Breaking this kiss, his lips claim my neck, pressing his lips against my maiden mark. I gasped as he suckled before turning his attention to the other side, claiming bare skin. The area that belongs to him if this courtship succeeds. Where his mark will be. Suddenly, his lips were on the scar he left during our fight in Castle Black. I gasped as he sucked on the scar harder while his hands roamed down my sides.

Once satisfied, he kissed his way down, leaving a kiss at the gap of my torc, kissing along my chest and sternum, but stopping at the top of my left breast, kissing the rune of protection. My hands reached for his gambeson, trying to undo the ties. Jon pulled back, helping me as we removed his gambeson and shirt.

Seeing the scars, I leaned in and kissed the one on his chest. The one where he was stabbed in the heart. Jon tensed at this, his body going rigid. I glanced up, wondering if that had hurt? Jon stared at me, lost in thought. I question if his scars were out of bounds. He leans in, giving me a kiss, gingerly pushing me back down, before his hands grab the sides of my leggings, pulling them off. Followed by untying the strings of my small cloth, leaving me bare except my torc and bracelet.

Jon stood, getting a better look at me. Seeing all my scars and tattoos on my skin. I know I did not fit the norms of femininity or the grooming standards. But this was who I am. Jon seemed to sense my discomfort as he blanketed over me, kissing me once more. His calloused hand is on my bare breast, kneading and toying with the nipple. I gasped and moaned, placing my hands on his back, touching his skin.

He dipped his head to the other breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth. I gasped, arching into him, as his tongue swirled around to harden peak while his beard tickled my skin. He grazes with his teeth until switching breasts.

This was different from all the illusions in the mind with Brynden and Orell. For it was real, as if I felt my senses were high. How my blood was pumping through my veins while my heart was beating rapidly, all because Jon was real—not a spirit, but a living man.

He let go of the nipple, kissing his way down my body. Tracing his nose, breathing my scent as he reaches the curls of my mound. I gasped as he knelt down on the floor, kneeling before me, as he spread my legs apart. He kissed my inner thigh, his hot breath against my folds. I whimpered, for I did not want this to stop. Not letting me suffer, Jon puts his mouth on me, his tongue delving between my folds. I cry out, only to cover my mouth to silence myself. He licked long, slow paths upon my slit as my core drips. Devouring me until he suckles on my clit, just as he did to my nipples.

Suddenly, I felt something at my entrance, realizing it was his finger as he inserted itself in me. I panted, overwhelmed by his mouth, as his finger moved in and out with ease from my essence. He pumped his finger inside me, letting me adjust before adding a second finger. He curls them forward, exploring, searching, grazing a part within.

I was near thrashing, trying to stay quiet, as I leaned up, seeing Jon staring at me with those dark eyes. A wave of heat burned through me to see his intense stare. I panted, combing my fingers through his curls, encouraging him that he was doing great.

"Oh gods," I gasped as he gave a slight nip on the clit.

Jon strokes a spot within that has me shuddering and my toes curling. He groans against my flesh as his tongue moves around faster while his fingers rapidly thrust. Sudden bliss took over as I nearly cried out while my inner walls fluttered around his fingers, and essence seeped. I reached my pinnacle, unable to grasp it as the pleasure seeped through my body. Jon removed his fingers, kissing his way up as he gathered me in his arms. I panted, staring at him, as my body tried to regain itself.

Once I was able to breathe, I leaned up to kiss him. The taste of me lingers on his lips. We adjusted closer to the headboard, yet I wanted to return the favor, turning us around so I was on top. My breasts pressed against his chest, lips devouring his while my hands felt his sides. Feeling his muscles. He was not large, yet muscular, tone if not lean. His years of fighting and training to be a swordsman.

Breaking from the kiss, I made my way along his neck, treating him like he had done for me. Kissing his neck, only to suckle on his jugular, leaving my mark before making my way down to his chest. Giving gentle attention to his scars, showing that they do not bother me. As he is not bothered with my markings. Lower I went, nipping at his hip, planning to go further, when suddenly Jon pulled me up, claiming my lips. I do not argue, respecting his boundaries. Thus, I wrapped my hand around his member while lost in our frantic kissing as our tongues entangled with one another. Jon wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him, groaning as his one arm wrapped around me and the other in my hair.

His cock is firm in my hand as I continue to pump him.

Suddenly, Jon flipped us over so he was on top. His lips were still on my own as he removed my hand, rubbing his cock along my folds. I moaned, so lost in it all. As control slips away, being given to him. Jon pulled back slightly, staring at me under the candlelight. His dark eyes bore into my own. Silently asking me to stop, finish with our mouths and hands, and be done with it.

"Do it," I whispered in Old Tongue.

Jon's eyes widened, realizing that I was giving myself to him. That my maidenhead was his to break. Jon leaned forward, kissing me, as one hand went between us, taking his cock, and aligning it at my entrance. There was no fear; I was lost in his lips as he tried to push in. The press against my opening had me gasp, but once the head was in, he entered slowly, stretching me.

From all the pain I felt in the past, this was nothing, as I forced myself to relax, being distracted by his lips. I feel full as the stretching continues at my core. When he was finally buried inside me, we both groaned, for I knew what the next thing would happen.

"Please," I whispered against his lips.

There was hesitation, for I know the Andal customs do not approve of premarital sex. Yet I was not an Andal. I was wild. I can't be tamed. Jon seemed to notice this as he pulled out halfway and thrust inside me. I gasped, feeling the mild tear, yet it was nothing.

"Imogen," he murmured with concern, cradling my face as his fingers entangled in my hair.

I leaned into his touch, "I am yours…as you are mine."

His eyes glistened as he nodded, claiming my lips once more before thrusting again at a steady pace. There was some discomfort, yet I had the worst pains from battle. Wrapping my arms around him, keeping him close as we continue to make love. Jon was tense, moving inside me as my core gave him pleasure. Slowly, my pleasure returned, and I began to moan, moving my hips against his.

This was not skill or fucking.

No, since we only hold each other closer as Jon thrusts inside me while our lips are locked. The feeling of him inside and out. As he penetrated me, his pace increased as we tried to reach our release. I moaned, panting against his lips, trying to catch up. My flesh sings under him as his muscles ripple over me. I pressed firmly, for if we let go, this might as well be a dream.

I was losing myself, trying to breathe, trapped in his scent. His body pounded into mine as he broke the kiss and claimed my neck over the bare skin. A hand sliding between us, pinching my clit. He touches something within that I moaned, climaxing once more out of nowhere. Jon stared at me in awe before thrusting harder as my body spasm around him, unable to stop. His thrusts were erratic until he reached his peak, spilling his seeds inside me.

He collapsed over me yet did not let go. I panted, slowly regaining myself, as my hands traced along his back. Both of us are a quivering mess. Sweat coating our skin from our coupling.

Time passes, and Jon carefully pulls out, rolling over and pulling me into his arms. I curl up to him, seeking his warmth. Jon strokes my hair, kissing the top of my head. The beat of his heart bellows in my ear. Slowly, I adjust myself to cradle his whiskered face, kissing him. Jon returns the kiss, though it is gentle.

Once we regained ourselves, we stared at one another.

I gave him a smile, and he gave his version in return.

There were no regrets.

"How do you feel?" he asked quietly.

"Good," I hummed.

He chuckled softly, still rubbing my back, "You know what I mean? I've been told the first is painful for women."

I sighed, "I had worst pains. A little discomfort at first, but it felt good in the end."

I could feel his seeds and my essence coat my core and folds. There may be a little bit of blood, but I did not care. I traced his chest, careful of his scars.

"You don't regret it…do you?" I asked.

Jon kissed the top of my head, "I don't feel like I am worthy."

I sighed, "Too bad, we already did it."

Jon chuckled slightly, then sighed. Carefully, we adjusted ourselves under the covers and furs. Still curled up to one another as sleep slowly claimed us. Still, even with the distraction, my thoughts spiraled. Noting I did not have a good past to the Southerner standards. The ten years of my life were peaceful, living in Lunar Haven when the threat was limited. Time with the Children was enlightening, yet I was there under false pretenses from the Raven. And the emotional conflict with Brynden. Once abandoned, I focused on saving the Free Folk.

Thinking of the cave, with the Children's drawings.

"You saved their drawings," I murmured.

Jon gave a tired hum.

"I went to the cave, and you saved two of their drawings," I murmured.

"I couldn't save the symbols or runes," he tiredly replied.

"But their drawings will survive," I said quietly. "Thank you."

Jon kissed the top of my head, "You're welcome."

We lay there, holding each other until sleep claimed us. I was glad to have this experience with someone I trust and care for.

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