Warg Maiden

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A/N: warning this chapter is rated M for sexual content.

Chapter 77: Full Moon

Imogen's POV

Skadi rested her head on my lap. I petted her head, combing my fingers through her dark locks. I feel like I have been neglecting her since the funeral. Although I had kept Boudica company. More like keeping watch to ensure my mother doesn't do anything drastic. Even though Boudica has pride in not seeping so low to harm herself, grief can do many things.

Skadi made a noise as she licked my hand and I chuckled softly. Despite her size, I will always see Skadi as the puppy who followed me during the choosing. None of the direwolves came to me, which I was disappointed. As the other children play with the pups. I sat down waiting, until a pup was gnawing on my braid. I turned around to see a black fur pup with two different eyes, blue and yellow. I laid down, and the pup climbed on top of me licking my face. I giggled and petted the wolf. Then it was time to go. If the pup follows you, then they are your familiar. If not, then it is what it is. Skadi followed me all the way back to my family's home.

"Soon, you'll have a mate," I murmured to her.

Skadi tilted her head.

"As if I haven't seen how, you and Ghost are getting close," I told her.

She shrugged. I chuckled, seeing those two forming a pack. Ghost is still a bit small for mating. In a year or so, there is a chance. Only time will tell.

The stable door opens to reveal Jon with Ghost. He saw me sitting on the ground with Skadi. He shook his head as he let Ghost in, as the white direwolf came over, laying down next to Skadi. Jon closed the stall as he took a seat beside me. He has a tired sigh, leaning his head against the panel.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Just trying to get things in order," he said. "If not a summoning with the other Houses to discuss the Last War."

I hummed in response since the Northern Lords do not want any part with House Targaryen. Even without the Northern Houses, it would have been an equal match. However, Jon gave his word. Once the Last War is over, hopefully, Jon can find some peace.

"Also, announce our union," Jon added.

My eyes widened, "You want to tell them?"

Jon nodded, "They are going to find out either way, especially with the full moon tomorrow."

I nodded, combing my fingers through Skadi's fur.

"If it is too soon, we can always wait," he offered.

"It's not that," I sighed.

Jon leaned over and took my hand. "Then what is it?"

"Just the stress they will have on us," I said.

Jon realized what I meant and gave a sigh. "It doesn't matter. Even so, who wouldn't want to marry the hero of Winterfell.

I snorted, removing my hand and shoving him. "Don't call me that."

"It's true," he chuckled softly.

"Whatever, dragon rider," I grumbled.

Jon sighed, for that was still a sensitive topic. We sat there in awkward silence. We need to talk about some things. Yet, should we wait until we wed or discuss them now? If I do become queen consort, I can't change who I am or give up the dire traditions.

"You know you need to figure out the marriage mark," I told Jon.

Jon sighed again, "Must you do it?"

"It's one tradition I want to continue for myself," I murmured. "I will compromise for our children."

"I could just claim your neck every night with my lips," he teased as his hand gently traced over the bare skin. Though he stopped at the scar on my neck. The scar he left during our fight back in Castle Black.

I chuckled softly and took his hand. "Are you afraid making a crest will make you renounce your heritage?"

Jon sighed once more as he entwined our fingers, "I never thought of it. Even as a bastard."

"Bastards had crests," I counted. "They were just different coloring of their father's crest, or similar to it."

Recalling Bloodraven was a single-headed white dragon in a black field. House Karstark, being a branch of House Stark, was founded by Karlon Stark, who made the crest of a white sunburst on a black field, too.

"We could just do the House Stark crest," I offered. "Unless you want something different. Or a snowflake."

Jon sighed, "Let me think about it."

I nodded as I leaned in and pecked his cheek.

Jon relaxed a little.

.o0o.

Jon's POV

Jon made his rounds through Winterfell. It has been his routine to see how the restoration is coming around. Although he was distracted by what was to come tonight. It was the full moon. He couldn't understand the nerves since it was Imogen. In the Dire customs in marriage. No grand ceremony or massive feasts. The disappointment the Lords will have.

Then again, this was his choice. If the Northern Lords do not approve of Imogen as his wife, then he is willing to step down as king. But that would mean putting the responsibility on Rickon. Rickon was only a boy, and Jon couldn't do that. Or he can forsake traditions and give the crown to Sansa. However, how Sansa acts towards Daenerys makes him question whether the truce will crumble. Starting another war, one the North has no advantage of with the dragons.

Jon sighed as he stopped at the battlement, taking in the view. During the night, a fresh coat of snow arrived, covering the aftermath of everything that had happened. Other than the tents and huts, there was no sign of battle. However, when the summer comes, there is no doubt it will reveal the trauma Winterfell has gone through.

Everywhere was a reminder of what happened during the Long Night. Nights were long during the winter, yet time seemed to vanish during that battle. How his ancestors fought in it was a mystery. Sometimes, Jon wonders if this was all a dream—until he sees the damage from the battlements.

"Something wrong?" Ser Davos asked.

Jon took a deep breath, "A lot on my mind."

Ser Davos gave a hum, "It will take time until we can have a clear head."

Jon nodded in agreement.

There was silence for a moment as they continued to stare out onto the field.

"Lady Imogen seems to be in high spirits," Ser Davos said.

Jon couldn't help but smile a little. There was grief, yet ever since giving her the flower, she had been slowly becoming herself again—or at least what she let those she trusted see. Especially when she kept the winter rose in her hair. He wonders what her reaction would be if he took her to the glass gardens.

"I take it the courtship is going well?" Ser Davos asked.

Jon thought it was best to tell Ser Davos. His family and Maester Walkon are aware of this for documentation purposes. Sam knows as well, but Jon can't recall him when. Other than those he trusted personally, no one else knows.

"Tonight, Imogen and I are planning to wed," Jon murmured, quiet for the older knight to hear.

Ser Davos blinked several times, then smiled, "Is that so?"

Jon nodded to confirm.

"I take it as the Free Folk ceremony?" Ser Davos murmured then paused. "Wait, are you planning on stealing her?"

Jon snorted, "The Dires are different."

Although wife stealing would have been an interesting experience if it had come to it.

Ser Davos hums, "You know the other lords will disapprove."

"For once, I don't care," Jon said. "I always focus on others' opinions."

When Lord Overton told him to live his own life, Jon let it be so.

"Welp, I'm happy for ya," Ser Davos said, patting Jon on the shoulder. "I always thought you two would make a fine couple."

Jon smiled again, "Thanks."

"So, I assume there will be wee princes and princesses soon enough," Ser Davos added.

Jon felt the heat in his cheeks, blushing from that statement.

Ser Davos laughed at that.

Jon shook his head as he continued to do his rounds. Except his mind was preparing for tonight. Even though Imogen told him how it would happen and what would be said, he felt nervous. Old tongue would be spoken, though Imogen said he could use Common Tongue. He needed to get this right. Thus, he got help from the twins. Despite their teasing, they help him practice for a moment. Jon just prays the words were correct. He would have gone to Tormund, but then Tormund would be booming with excitement.

Either way, Jon can't think straight.

.o0o.

Imogen's POV

"You sure you want to marry him?" Aiden asked.

"I mean, he's not that tall," Ethan added.

Both twins were by the door as Boudica brushed my hair. Tonight was the full moon. I was getting ready with Boudica's help. Doing the cleansing and grooming, washing my hair, and getting any knots out. The night was fast approaching, as I had my last meal with my family before going off to see Jon. Nonstop, the twins teased me, although it was their way of ensuring I was right about getting married.

After the meal, I got dressed, wearing a dark green gown with red leaf embroidery on the sleeves. However, the gown had been altered. For the neckline, there was a Stark crest with snowflakes.

Did Sansa do this? I thought, touching the embroidery. I heard she was skilled in needlepoint, so I wondered if she added to the gown, as her way of accepting the union.

I smiled, appreciating it.

Boudica saw how much this day meant to me. As she helped me get ready. But now the twins are making me nervous.

"I think he has proven himself enough," Boudica said.

"Who would have thought our sister would be marrying a Southerner," Aiden asked, staring at his twin.

"At least he is better than a Thenn," Ethan countered.

Aiden made a face.

"I can't wait when you find wives and the stories I'll tell," I grumbled.

"Good thing there is the Wall separating us," Ethan teased.

"And she's busy pushing royal babies," Aiden added.

I grabbed a comb and threw it at them. Both duck before evading my wrath. Boudica chuckled, shaking her head.

"Only you, do those two acts like that," Boudica murmured.

I sighed, staring at myself in the mirror. I did not bother with the warrior paints or charcoal. My face was clean. Boudica made two side braids, and pulled them back to keep the hair off my face. The only jewelry I wore was my torc and bracelet.

Boudica finished as she rested her hands on my shoulders. She stared at the reflection of the vanity mirror. She seemed happy, yet her green eyes blazed with seriousness.

"I will ask you this for the last time. Are you sure you want to marry Jon Snow?" she asked.

I stared at her reflection, "I do."

Boudica nodded, "If anything goes wrong, that you need to end it, you know what to do."

I took a deep breath. To end one's marriage, other than death, is to burn the marriage mark. However, the woman cannot burn it. The hands of the husband must do it. I doubt that would happen.

Boudica gently examined my neck, seeing the bruises that were still healing, "Maybe a fortnight more before I mark your neck."

I snorted, "If Jon can make up his mind."

Jon was in a slight predicament about how he wanted to make the mark. Not that I can blame him. A man with two names while ruling under the banner of House Stark. If Jon had not known his parentage nor been chosen as King, it might have been some sort of snowflake. But if Jon ever decides to go by his Targaryen roots, then it would be a three-headed dragon. However, I don't think I would feel comfortable with the Targaryen crest on my neck.

.o0o.

With a deep breath I made my way to the Godswood. Skadi was by my side. Even though this was supposed to be a private affair, the direwolves are allowed. It was late, as the full moon was high in the sky. My heart was racing. I don't know why I was nervous. I have fought battles and ambushes, if not the Night King. But I'm nervous about binding myself to someone I love. No, that was not it. I was afraid Jon would not arrive.

I need to have faith that Jon will come.

That he will show up.

The Godswood seemed to be empty; no one was here for prayer or privacy. I reached over to the Heart Tree, feeling the unease vanish. A gentle breeze cooled the heat off my cheeks as if the Old Gods were telling me to breathe. I took a deep breath and nodded, staring at the sky, seeing the stars and the full moon.

I let my mind wander, wondering what the future will hold.

I know I am not what the Northern Lords wanted. Not what Sansa expects from Jon. But this is not about politics, or power, or fortune. It was about peace. Not just for the bloodline for the First Men, but for Jon and I. After everything we went through…

I took a deep breath, combing my fingers through Skadi's fur.

Boudica says this part was the worst, the waiting and the mind playing tricks. As long as I have faith, everything will be alright.

Skadi nuzzled into my side giving comfort.

That helped me as I relaxed some more.

The sound of feet on snow caught my attention. I turned around to see it was Jon with Ghost. Relief filled me as I smiled. Jon made his way closer, then stopped staring at me. His eyes widened slightly as if he did not see what he was expecting. Here I was in a dress, hair down, and clean from war paint. In my purest form. Not battle-ready.

This was me showing him that I trusted him.

Jon blinked a few times, and a small smile lifted his lips as he approached me.

"You came," I murmured, cradling his face.

"Aye," he confirmed as he leaned in, pressing his forehead against my own.

I hummed softly to this.

"It's cold out here tonight," he murmured.

"So, keep your bride warm," I replied.

Jon wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in for a kiss. I embraced him, returning the kiss and expressing how much I loved him. Jon did the same, pulling me close to him so that our bodies were pressed together. After a few moments, we pulled back to breathe, both of us panting.

"Never thought I had a bride," he murmured.

"Never thought I had a husband," I countered.

Jon smiled at this.

"Are you sure this is all right?" I asked. "I know the Northerners have their customs of marriage."

"This seems much easier," he answered.

I smiled softly at this.

"But I will do one custom," he added as he pulled back slightly, removing his cloak and placing it on my shoulders. Securing the clasp was a medallion of a wolf.

I chuckled softly, "Now I am under your protection."

Jon nodded as he stared at me. There was much love and care in his eyes. After everything we have done to protect both sides of the North and our people, we deserve this.

I took his hands staring into his eyes as I did the vows.

"Do you, Jon Jaehaerys, Son of Eddard, Lyanna, and Rhaegar from the bloodline of wolves and firelizards, swear to the gods that you want to marry me?" I asked.

Jon stared at me with much determination, "I swear it."

I couldn't help but grin.

Jon then squeezed my hands as he spoke in Old Tongue, "Imogen, Daughter of Fenrir and Boudica, from the bloodline of wolves and healers, do you swear to the gods that you want to marry me?"

The fact he spoke in Old Tongue brought us closer as I said, "I do swear."

Jon couldn't help but sigh in relief before claiming my lips once more. Sealing our relationship as husband and wife to the Old Gods.

Suddenly, both direwolves howled, and that nearly startled us that we broke away. Based on the tone of their howls, it was of excitement. Both happy for us together. To know that we have their support is special. Afterward, we kneel before the Heart Tree, praying to the Old Gods for the first time as a couple. I silently pray that we will survive the Last War, and live in peace. That our children will not experience fear or famine. That the blood of the First Men is united once more and not divided.

Once done with our prayer we stood.

Before I could kiss Jon again, he picked me up, causing me to gasp as he held me as his bride.

"Jon," I nearly protested.

He chuckled briefly, "Shall we return to our chambers."

"Ours," I repeated.

"The only bed you will sleep in is ours," he said. "I will carry you there for our bedding ceremony."

"Bedding ceremony?" I scoffed. "Isn't that a nice way to say consummation?"

Even though the full moon was bright, it was not enough to see the color on his cheeks. Yet, based on his expression, I bet he was blushing. I couldn't help but chuckle. Jon shook his head and silenced me with a kiss. Once he pulled back, Jon started carrying me back to the castle.

Not carrying that people were watching.

.o0o.

Once in Jon's room, he carried me over to the bed and set me down. Afterward, he returns to the door, locking it before making his way over. I adjusted myself, taking the cloak off, setting it aside. Jon was soon standing in front of me.

"Seeing you in a dress always gets me," he murmured.

I smirked, "Is that so?"

Jon nodded as he kneeled before me. I raised a brow, and Jon took one of my feet and started taking my boot off. Once that was off, he went for the second one.

"Is this one marital tradition?" I asked.

Jon shook his head, "No if it was, many men would be stripping your clothes as women do the same to me."

I glared while my nose wrinkled at such a thought.

"Hence, one of the reasons I did a Dire wedding," he murmured, taking the second boot off.

Afterward, he leaned up and kissed me. I was about to kiss back, only for him to pull away. I nearly protested, only to watch him strip his outer layers and boots. Leaving him in nothing but his trousers. He offered a hand, which I accepted, and he pulled me up. His lips claimed my own once more as his hands felt my sides. I returned with much passion as I felt his chest. Feeling his heartbeat under my palms. Seeing the bruises have lightened yet linger on his upper torso.

His hands reached the back of my dress, up to the nape of the lace, and started untying it. I pulled back before turning around to make things easier. Jon grunted as he carefully yanked the strings before they came undone. He shoved the dress to my waist, and I helped take it off. Afterward, the wool chemise followed, leaving my small cloth.

Jon circles his arms around my front, his erection pressed against the smalls of my back, while his hand slithers into my hair, his nose running down my neck.

"You always smell of rosemary," he murmured.

"And you of furs and leathers," I replied, a husk in my voice.

Jon gave a hum as his lips claimed the bare skin of my neck, though careful with my own bruises. His calloused hands on me feel too good, while his mouth and beard brush against my throat. My body is becoming aroused. His rough fingers stroke along my inner thigh, and a whimper escapes me. The more he touches me, the burning blazes through my veins as the cold winter nights vanish. His fingertips stroke back up my body, up to my breasts. I moaned, closing my eyes and leaning into him.

His other hand went lower to the gap between my legs, cupping my sex, with the thin layer of the small cloth separating us. As this happened, his lips claimed the scar on my neck, suckling it. He palms my breast and kneads it, taking claim.

"J-Jon," I moaned.

His lips kissed their way up to my ear, "You will be the death of me."

Afterwards, he nips it.

I gasped, for I wanted him badly.

"Please," I whispered.

"After I kiss you," he murmured.

I took his hands, moved them away, and turned around to kiss him. Pressing my body against him. Jon groaned as his hands grabbed my waist, pulling me closer. He kisses me hungrily, full of passion and wants me to lose my sense. All I want is him now. My hands were at the front of his trousers, working on the strings. His hardness pressed into my hands as I took a claim, rubbing him.

He groans once more, breaking this kiss, resting his forehead against my own, "Damn it."

I chuckled softly as I pecked his cheek.

Before I could further my manipulation, Jon picked me up by the thighs, wrapping them around his waist before laying me down on the bed. I gasped, not expecting it, as the soft mattress seeped under our weight. Jon hovered over me, staring deep into my eyes. There, I saw it all. Through the light of the flames provided, I see it all written on his face. Words were never his thing, yet his eyes say everything.

He loves me as I love him.

I cupped his face, and he leaned into it. He took my hand, kissing the cut on the palm. The wound that was used to protect his brother, and the spell was used to seal away and awaken the Three-Eyed Raven. Afterward, he leans in, kissing me once more. I kissed him back, lost to his lips. Meanwhile, one hand reached from the breast, kneading it, as the nipple was trapped between his fingers. I gasped as the sensation danced to my core.

Jon broke the kiss, leaning down to take the nipple to his mouth., sucking on it, biting lightly until hardened peak. I closed my eyes, lost in the feeling. Jon kissed along the valley, though stopped to kiss the rune of protection before giving the same treatment to the other breast. My arms wrapped around his back, feeling his flesh ripple from his movement.

His hand went down untying the strings to the small cloth, before tossing them aside. Afterwards, he cups my sex. I gasp once more, thrusting my hips into his hands to add more pressure. Jon rubbed harder, pressing on the clit, causing my back to arch. Not long after, he slid a finger inside me, gently thrusting it in, searching for that spot. I grip his shoulders, overstimulated by his lips and finger.

Jon kissed his way down, his free hand spreading my legs apart as he settled himself there. Then his mouth was on my clit, claiming it. I bit my lip, silencing a loud moan that grew. A second finger entered me as Jon pressed against that spot within. Gazing across my body to see him there. His tongue swirled around the clit, sending a sensation that was lost for words.

"Gods," I hissed, my hand gripping his hair.

With a nip and a press, I came, losing the air in my lungs as I fell into oblivion. Jon hummed, suckling the essence, before pulling away and taking deep breaths. We panted, staring at one another.

Jon got up, taking off his trousers.

Slowly I sat up, resting my hands on his hips, my face level to his cock. Jon's eyes widened as his erection sprung. This was one boundary he never let me do. He never explained why. Seeing where it would go, I kissed the tip of his member.

"Seven hells," Jon hissed before cupping my chin and forcing my head up. "You don't have to."

"Is it something you don't like?" I asked.

Jon shook his head, "It is not something for a queen or wife to do."

I was confused by that statement. Jon sighed, trying to find his words. With a frustrated groan, he shook his head, before pressing his hand on my chest and pushing me down onto the bed. He hovers over me. Sliding a hand under my waist before settling us in the center of the bed. His lips claimed my own, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me as if he was being possessed. The fire he held burned me. He clasped my nape, deepening the kiss as his fingers entangled in my hair. I cradle his jaw bringing him closer, not wanting to let him go.

I need him.

I spread my legs wide, letting him settle between. One hand was still in my hair, while the other was braced on the headboard. The head of his cock nudges at my entrance. Jon broke the kiss staring at me. Silently asking me for consent. I nodded, bringing him down for another kiss. During the kiss, Jon took my leg, wrapping it around his waist before guiding himself inside me. He penetrated slowly as my body took him in. Our gasp and groan mixed together as I felt his fullness. Jon slid in until he was all the way in.

Breaking the kiss, our foreheads pressed together as we breathed. I could feel my inner walls stretching to his size. Feeling him pulse inside me. Staring at those dark orbs of iron, I nodded again. Jon took a deep breath as he pulled back and thrust deeper, sliding all the way out and then ramming back in. Slowly increasing pace and depth.

I panted, pulling him closer until he was falling against me. Both hands grabbed my own, pinning me to the side of my head. His finger entwines with my own. His thrust deepens, and faster he goes. He groans and brushes his lips against my own. Restrained, all I could do was accept and squeeze my core to give him pleasure. Jon cursed under his breath. His head nuzzles into my neck, taking claim once more.

I let myself drown in him. Closing my eyes, I can hear his ragged breathing and the sound of flesh against flesh. Feeling his breath against my neck, his rapid heartbeat against my chest, and him inside me. Our scents mingle together, along with musk. We were lost in this moment, lost in each other.

Repeatedly Jon penetrated me. He kissed his way up, capturing my lips. I kissed him back with the same vigor. Being so close to coming once more. I moved my hips with his, meeting each thrust. I was so close, feeling the signs, as my core trembled, and the tightness.

Jon pressed further, sending me over the edge as I came once more. His mouth swallowed my cry as I trembled underneath him. Jon lifted his head, staring at me in awe, before thrusting to reach his release as they became erratic. I squeezed his hands, kissing him the best I could.

Jon groaned once more as his thrust made him reach his pinnacle, as he spilled his seeds deep inside me. His body tensed, crashing on top of me as he continued his shallow thrusts. Emptying himself until his body stopped, and he panted.

We were both a sweaty mess.

After a few moments, Jon panted, opening his eyes and staring at me. I smiled, knowing we had consummated the marriage. For we were now husband and wife. For now, it was between us and the gods. No one else mattered.

"I love you," I murmured.

Jon loosened his grip and gave a chaste kiss as he said, "I love you too."

No other words were needed.

We were one, and all that matters.

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