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Sitting with his head tilted back, Jon kept perfectly still as he felt the cool edge of the straight blade run up the length of his neck and across his jaw, cutting away the several weeks' worth of stubble growth he'd had on his face. Even if it hadn't been for the fact that there was to be a wedding tonight, Jon knew that the stubble on his face was not long for this world. Not after Arianne had rubbed his chin this morning and casually mentioned that while she did find a well-formed beard handsome, his stubble was not there yet. "So, Robb, are you going to try your luck with one of the girls tonight? Or spend the whole night sending eyes at Talisa like some poor maiden? Or do you actually believe you've worn her down to the point where you can take her to bed?"
Tilting his head slightly, Jon eyed Robb and Theon, both of whom were shirtless just like himself as they waited for their turn under the razor. "I think she's starting to come around to me," Robb said, a grin appearing on his face as the two stood with their arms over their chest. "She did give me quite the embrace when we returned the other day. And even if I haven't, I'm not about to give up trying. A woman like Talisa… Well, one doesn't simply give up on them."
"Just because you take another willing woman to bed doesn't mean you've given up on her Robb," Theon replied with a shrug. "And it might actually do you good. If she sees that she's got competition for a spot in your bed, it might just encourage her to actually get into your bed with you."
"I doubt it's that easy, Theon," Jon remarked as the groomer finished with him, letting him stand so that Robb could take his turn under the knife.
"Sure, it is! Just look at yourself, Jon," Theon replied as Robb to his place. "Before we left Winterfell, the most you were doing with that Princess of yours was talking. But now that you've come back with that spearwife attached to your hip, well… The Princess did come to your chambers to 'wake' you this morning, didn't she?"
Jon blushed while Robb scoffed. "It's not the same," Robb mumbled lowly, taking care as he spoke while the groomer did his work.
"True," Theon nodded. "The lucky bastard here managed to catch the eye of a Dornish Princess and a spearwife. And if the saying about the Dornish and the spearwives are true, they'll probably start sharing a bed with one another before they let Jon join. Lucky bastard."
"And what about you, Theon?" Jon asked, desperate to get the conversation away from himself, Arianne, and Ygritte. "Any girl catch your eye?"
"Always," Theon smirked. "Think I might just bed the whore from King's Landing that the sorcerer brought North with us."
Shaking his head, Jon let out a tired sigh as he realized they were about to have the same argument about Mhaegan. "Mhaegan has been working the looms since she arrived in Winterfell and has even started to help with the arrangement of the printing presses, Theon. She's no longer a whore. Perhaps if you would realize who she has become instead of who she once was, you might be able to speak more than a handful of words to her before she tries to get away from you. And considering the way you pine after her like a maiden after a shiny southern knight, it might do you good."
Theon immediately scoffed and waved his hand. "I'm not pining after her, Jon. She's just…a challenge."
"You mean that she's one of the first women you've gone after that's now refused both your advances and your coin," Robb chuckled as he rubbed at his freshly shaved face before vacating the chair and letting Theon have his turn under the knife. "Face it, Theon. Your ego just can't take the fact that she's turned you down how many times now? Six?"
"Eight."
"Point exactly, Theon," Jon laughed as he realized the trap his brother had set, and Theon had walked right into. "You're keeping count of the number of times she's rejected you. And if I'm not mistaken, you've only been to the brothel in Winter Town once since we've returned from King's Landing. I think our dear squid brother is long past the longing stage Robb. I think it's love."
"Fuck off, Jon," Theon growled, dropping heavily down in the chair and tilting his head back. "I'll make you two a bet. By morning I'll have gotten a maiden in bed. And you two will still be maidens."
"There is more between a man and a woman than just sex, Theon," Jon countered, not wanting to take the bet because he knew that there was a good possibility that Theon would indeed win.
"True," Theon nodded as the groomer got to work. "But all that other shit is not nearly as fun as a good hard fucking. Not that either of you two know that. But take my word for it."
The two brothers shared a look with one another and shook their heads. "You're hopeless, Theon," Robb sighed not unkindly.
Theon merely smirked and waved the two off. "Maybe. But at least I'll be having a lot more fun making a pretty maiden moan tonight while you two are left with nothing but your own hands to pleasure yourselves with."
As the sun began to descend towards the horizon, the activity within the great hall of Winterfell grew in leaps and bounds as everyone began preparing for the wedding soon to take place between Lord Asher Forrester and Lady Gwyn Whitehill. In his solar, Ned Stark stood before the large double glass doors leading out onto his balcony overseeing the godswood, watching as the citizens of Winterfell went about preparing what needed to be prepared for the night. To his, as well as just about everyone else's surprise, the former Free Folk had been acclimating to their new lives with relative ease. There had been a few instances where he had needed to intervene, but mercifully they were usually relatively minor, few and far between. Val had been invaluable in helping to mitigate any issues that rose amongst the former Free Folk. And even though he'd only been teaching her on her new role for less than a moon's turn, he could already tell that she would become a Lady to be reckoned with that would do right by her people once she ascended to her seat.
Sensing his eldest daughter approaching his chambers, Ned turned away from the goings on below him and towards the door just as it began to open as Sansa stepped through. "Father," she greeted him, curtsying slightly as the door shut behind her. "You wished to see me."
'Gods…she is so like her mother, the perfect little lady,' he thought as he walked towards her before enveloping her in a hug.
"F-Father?" Sansa stuttered, clearly embarrassed by him being so affectionate with her, despite the fact that they were alone. "Is – Is everything alright?"
"Aye, is it so wrong that a father might wish to embrace his daughter?" He asked, smiling slightly as he backed away and held her out at arm's length. "By the gods…you are becoming more and more like your mother every day. She would be so proud of you, my little red wolf. Just as I am."
Sansa's cheeks tinted red as she turned her eyes away from his. "Thank you, father."
"I mean it, Sansa," he said, getting her to look at him once more. "I've put you in a difficult position twice now. Once when I and your brothers went south to deal with the Maesters. And once again when we went north to deal with the Free Folk. Yet both times, you were not only able to do what had been asked of you, but you excelled at it. And words cannot properly describe how proud of you I am."
"Thank you, father," Sansa replied, clearly preening under the praise. "But you did not want to speak with me, especially here in your solar, just to say that you are proud of me."
Sighing, Ned let his hands drop from Sansa's shoulders. "No. No, I did not. Olenna and Willas will soon be arriving…and you know what they will be coming to ask."
Sansa nodded. Her face became set as strongly as any she-wolf. "I do, father. And my answer has not changed."
"Are you sure?" he asked once more, this was her future they were talking about after all. There was no room for doubt. "I will support you, no matter your decision, Sansa."
Sansa smiled and nodded. "I know, father. Yet it doesn't change my answer. I know my duty. And I will see it done, for House Stark and for the North."
The feeling of loss was…strange. He knew that this wasn't an end. Merely another path on the road of life that would one day need to be taken. Yet still, that sense of loss remained. "What did I ever do to have such a wonderful and dutiful daughter like yourself, Sansa?"
"One of us has to be the dutiful daughter, father. And gods know, as much as I love her, Arya will never be the dutiful one," Sansa replied with a chuckle, which drew a light chuckle out of him as well. "I pity the poor man that ever dares think he can lay a hand on Arya."
"Aye, on that we can certainly agree."
Leading his daughter over to his desk, Ned pulled out a small bottle of wine and two glasses. Much to his daughter's surprise, he filled both glasses before handing one over to her. "Special occasion," he said, picking up his own glass and motioning for her to do the same. Normally, he preferred ale or something stronger the few times he drank, but given that this was his daughter, he figured something lighter would be easier for her to drink.
Staring down at the liquid in her cup, his daughter hesitated a moment longer before slowly raising it to her lips and taking a small sip of the wine. Her eyes widened as she took another, then another larger sip. "It's…sweet. But it…it burns."
"That is why you drink it slowly," Ned smiled as he watched his daughter slowly sip at her cup of wine.
But even as he enjoyed this small moment with his daughter, his smile faltered as he felt two familiar presences approaching his solar. And sooner than he would've liked, there came the knock on his door as one of his guards announced the arrival of his expected guests. "Mi'lord Stark. Lady and Lord Tyrell are here to see you."
"Send them in," he said, fighting to keep himself in check as the door opened and Willas Tyrell led his grandmother Olenna into the room.
"Lord Stark," Willas greeted him cordially, while Olenna just gave him a curt nod. "You called upon us to discuss something, my lord?"
"Aye, I have." He nodded before taking a breath and glancing at his daughter. Sansa stood tall and proud, her head held high, and her eyes set. Meeting her eyes, his beautiful red-wolf gave him the slightest of nods, and Ned knew that the path was set. The only thing left for him to do was to walk it. "My daughter and I have talked at length. I have given this much thought. And I have decided to agree to your betrothal request of Willas to my daughter Sansa."
The relief that both Tyrells felt was clearly visible as their offer was accepted. "Good," Olenna said curtly, "I take it that you have signed the betrotha–"
"We have stipulations, though," Ned cut in, bringing the matron of House Tyrell up short.
"Understandable, Lord Stark," Willas answered, shooting the elderly woman a quick glance. "We will do all we can to honor your stipulations."
"First, the marriage shall not be performed until Sansa reaches the age of ten-and-seven." Ned began, keeping a close eye on both Tyrells as he went through the list changes that he and Sansa had discussed when he'd first brought the potential betrothal to her attention.
"Of course, Lord Stark," Willas answered quickly.
"Second, we will be taking you up on the offer of two weddings. The first to take place here in Winterfell before the weirwood and the eyes of the old gods. And the second will take place in Highgarden in a sept."
The two Tyrells seemed surprised for a moment but considering that they were the ones that had brought the idea forward first, their surprise was short lived. Traditionally, marriages in the south, even his own, were conducted only in front of the Faith of the Seven. And that was something that Ned wanted to change. His daughter wasn't just of the south, she was of the North as well. And while she perhaps preferred the gods of her mother, Sansa still held reverence for the old gods of the North.
"I am happy you decided to agree to such an unusual request Lord Stark," Lady Tyrell said smiling faintly. It had been her idea after all, as stated in the betrothal contact. "A marriage in both faiths will, if anything, only strengthen the future bond between our two families. Is there anything else?"
"Third," Ned pressed on. "Sansa will remain in Winterfell until her marriage to Willas. While I understand that this is not desirable as Sansa will have much to learn about Highgarden and the Reach, she still has much to learn. Both under my own tutelage and the tutelage of Lord Nox. Therefore, to help her prepare for her future role as Lady of the Reach, we are consenting to a tutor of your choice to take residence here in Winterfell so they might teach Sansa all that she will need to know about her future home. However, we do stipulate the tutor you send be one from outside the Faith of the Seven."
Olenna and Willas both quickly agreed to the idea. "A fair point and a good idea, Lord Stark," Olenna nodded. "Upon my return to Highgarden, I will draw up a list of tutors and send them to you for your final approval. Is there anything else you wish to add to the contract?"
Glancing towards his daughter one last time, Ned shook his head. "No. Though we would like it understood that while we agree to the requested dowry, and you may choose the blade while you are still here in Winterfell, it will not be handed over until the first wedding ceremony here in Winterfell."
"Understandable and acceptable, Lord Stark," Olenna nodded as her eyes began glancing towards his desk, no doubt searching for the betrothal contract. "Shall we now make the betrothal official then?"
"Aye," Ned nodded, moving over to his desk with Sansa and pulling out the contract that Olenna had given him after their first meeting.
Laying the betrothal contract flat on his desk, Ned took his time in once again reading every word that'd been written, just to make sure that he hadn't missed anything the previous dozen or so times he'd read it over. Dipping his quill in the ink pot, Ned added the few stipulations that'd been agreed upon before signing his name to the bottom of the contract. Feeling like he'd just run to the Wall and back, he handed the quill off to his daughter. Knowing what was expected of her, Sansa made a show of reading over the contract very carefully before placing her own delicate name at the bottom.
Turning the contract around, Ned held out the quill for Willas to take. "The contract will stay with me until you depart," Ned said as he watched Willas read it over as well before placing his name at the bottom. "And I will have Maester Luwin create a copy so that one can be kept with you and the other with us."
"Acceptable," Olenna said, quickly taking the quill and barely reading over the contract before placing her name at the bottom right next to Ned's. "And now our families are set to join as one. I trust you will be making the announcement public tonight as soon as it is appropriate to do so?"
"Aye, when it is appropriate. I would prefer not to take away from the festivities tonight," Ned answered. He knew how important wedding ceremonies and feasts were, and he did not want to take that away from Asher and Gwyn.
Olenna nodded as if she expected the answer. "You will consent to Willas escorting and dancing with your daughter tonight though, will you not Lord Stark?"
"I see no reason why he shouldn't," Ned answered shaking his head and feeling like another piece of him had died. He had just signed away his daughter. He knew it would happen at some point in time, but he'd held out hope that it would still be years before he would have to face what he was facing now. "They are betrothed after all."
"Splendid," Olenna replied. "Well, come now Willas. We have an evening to prepare for. And I'm sure that your betrothed needs time to get ready herself."
"Of course," Willas nodded before stepping forward and slowly reaching out for Sansa's hand. Taking her hand, he brought it up and placed a chaste and respectful kiss to the back of her hand. "I look forward to getting to know you better, my lady wolf."
Sansa smiled warmly as Willas let her hand go. "And I you, Lord Tyrell."
"Willas, please, Lady Sansa."
"Then it is Sansa to you as well, Willas."
"Yes, yes, that is enough of that now," Olenna sighed, separating the two from one another. "You two will have plenty of time tonight to get better acquainted with one another."
"As you say, grandmother," Willas sighed before giving Sansa and Ned one last acknowledgement of goodbye and following his grandmother out into the hall.
Now alone once more with his daughter, Ned let his defenses fall as he all but collapsed back into his chair. 'I do believe it was easier to fight on the frontlines of battle.'
"Father," Sansa's voice sounded worried as she approached him, her fingers lightly touching his arm as she knelt next to him. "Are you alright, father?"
"Aye," he nodded, patting her hand with his other hand. "I just…I had hoped that you would still be my little wolf for a while longer."
Sansa's smile was bright, just like her mother's. "I'm still your little wolf, father. Just because I'm betrothed now…by the gods is that strange to say. It doesn't change the fact that I am still your little wolf, father. I always will be. And there is still a long time before I'm to be married."
"Five years is not necessarily a 'long time', Sansa," Ned replied good naturedly as he stared down at his beautiful, dutiful daughter.
Smiling, Sansa got to her feet. "Come now, father. This is not a night for brooding. It's a night for celebration. For Asher and Gwyn. For myself. And for Robb."
Holding onto his wife with one arm wrapped around her waist and the other in her hand, Nox led Nyra through a waltz with everyone else who was on the dance floor as he kept his movements in tune with the music coming from the rear of the hall. The wedding feast was well underway and already more than a few of the more overambitious within the crowd had had to be escorted back to their rooms after one too many pitchers of ale or wine. Of course, while the marriage between Asher and Gwyn was the primary focus, as was evident as the two were seated at the head table next to Ned and Robb, the marriage was not the only reason for celebration. Ned had announced at the opening to the feast that he'd agreed to the betrothal between Sansa and Willas and that Robb had succeeded in not only passing his Trial in the Force to become an Apprentice, but that his son had also brought back the armor and remains of Bran the Builder, the founder of House Stark, so that he could be properly laid to rest in Winterfell. So, with those three events, it was no wonder as to why so many were celebrating so hard.
But despite rambunctious celebration happening around them, neither Nyra nor himself were feeling quite as joyful. Neither needed to say it, but both were thinking of their own wedding…and the disaster that occurred during their wedding feast and the subsequent loses that came shortly after.
"Am I a horrible person, Alim?" Nyra whispered as she rested her head against his chest as the music slowed in its pace.
"Why?" he asked, holding her close.
He could feel his wife's sorrow as she pressed herself harder into him. "Because this is what our night should have been like. A time for celebration. A time for joy. And tonight, we should've had our son Khem with us. But instead…our son is gone. And all I can think is why should this ceremony be so full of joy when ours was so full of sorrow. I – I'm such a horrible person, am I not?"
Holding her close, Nox rested his forehead against hers. "No, you're not, Nyra. Trust me, I've met more than my fair share of 'horrible people'. And you are certainly not one of them. All that your thoughts mean, Nyra, is that you're human."
He could feel his wife nod into his chest as she took several long breaths, during each of which the ill mood that'd permeated her being slowly dissipated. "Thank you, Alim," she said, pulling back enough so that she could lean up and gently press her lips against his own. "It seems that Robb is quite enjoying himself tonight. Though that might be because of the company that's staying by his side."
Smirking, Nox let his attention slide over to where Robb was sitting, or rather slouching in his seat as he drank his fifth tankard of ale while around him the men and women of the North cheered him on, led by none other than the bride and groom. There was one amongst them however that did not necessarily look particularly amused, and that was Talisa. Though her lack of amusement seemed to stem more from her worry of Robb over the amount of alcohol he was consuming, even if she wouldn't admit that out loud, he could sense it. "Shall we place a wager on how much longer she will continue holding out?" Nox asked as he tilted his head towards where the two were sitting.
Leaning back, Nyra turned her head towards the two and gave off a light chuckle. "I would say…two years…three tops. And that is because I know that girl and what she wants to accomplish. And if she does manage to do what she hopes, then she will win over every lord and lady in the North quicker than you did, my love. But tonight, I'm more concerned with poor Jon over there. He looks like someone has kicked Ghost."
She wasn't wrong. Jon was sitting on his own near to Robb, drinking almost as fast as his brother was. The reasoning for his drinking was obvious to anyone who knew anything about the lad. When the feast had started, Arianne had made quite the showing by arriving with Ygritte on her arm; her in purple silk dress and the spearwife in a bright red silk dress. Needless to say, the two had drawn the eyes of just about everyone in the hall. And Jon had drawn the ire and jealousy of just about every man in the hall when he danced first with Arianne and then with Ygritte. However, after those single dances the two women had shooed Jon away from them and proceeded to completely ignore the poor lad. Nox recognized the game the two girls were playing. They were trying to break Jon. And judging from the smug feelings emanating from both girls and the amount of ale Jon was consuming, they were well on their way to succeeding.
"I wouldn't worry too much about Jon," Nox replied, smirking as he could just about tell exactly how his young apprentice's night was about to play out. "I have a feeling that his brooding will be well and truly gone by morning."
Nyra tilted her head at him, then turned just enough so that she could eye the two young ladies that were the cause of his Apprentice's melancholy. "Those two are going to eat him alive, aren't they?"
"Of course they are," Nox nodded, smirking as he thought of just what his young apprentice was in for. "But I can think of a lot of worse ways to go. Some of them include getting eaten alive by a few very unsavory creatures that exist."
"I really don't think I want to know," Nyra chuckled, leaning her head against his chest once more. But the slight humor she had faded as a new wave of despair slowly coursed through her. "Alim…I know that we haven't really spoken of this but…but what if losing Khem…What if I am no longer able—?"
"Nyra," Nox said, cutting his wife off before she could say more. "I told you before. It doesn't matter."
Her despair didn't lessen as she shook her head against his chest. "But it does, Alim. You…You need an heir. And if I can't do my duty to provide you with one, then…"
"Then we will live out our lives together with it just being the two of us, Nyra," he said, pausing in their dance so that he could tilt her face up, his sightless covered eyes staring down into her beautiful eyes. "I've told you before, Nyra. You are what I need. You are the lone light in my world in a sea of darkness. And I will not set you aside, no matter what anyone else says or tries to do. And as for you being barren, trauma like yours my love takes time to recover from. Even with Sansa's healing ability, it will take time for your body to return to normal. And it will come back, Nyra…I swear to you. No matter what I have to do."
Her despair lessened, if even only the by the slightest bit. "Thank you, Alim," she said, leaning forward and pressing her lips against his own. "I was thinking, Alim. We never really had a proper wedding night. And since everyone is here… Well, there wouldn't be much of a need for either of us to hold back once we return to our rooms then. Would there?"
Smirking, Nox pressed his forehead against Nyra's. "No, my dear, there certainly wouldn't be."
Stumbling more than slightly, Jon Stark slowly made his way down the corridors of Winterfell towards his infrequently used chambers that were in the family wing of the great keep. He still had his chambers in the Sorcerer's Tower and often preferred to spend his night there. But between the look that Lady Nox was giving Lord Nox during the wedding and feast, which promised that no one in the vicinity of the tower would be getting a decent night's sleep, and the amount of ale and wine he drank…his chambers in the Sorcerer's Tower were out of the question tonight. 'Damn it,' he muttered, as the world began to turn slightly, forcing him to stop and lean against the warm stone walls of Winterfell to try and regain his sense of balance. 'I didn't drink that much…did I? Well…I guess I did…but it was their fault!'
The night had started off, well, perfectly he guessed. The wedding between Asher and Gwyn went off without issue. Then there was the feast, that was serving as a dual, or rather thrice, celebration. Asher and Gwyn's marriage. Robb's ascension to Apprentice. And then the announcement of the betrothal between Sansa and Willas. After the first course had been cleared and the music began, Jon immediately got to his feet and sought out Arianne for a dance. When he finally found her, his heart nearly stopped. She was wearing a beautiful purple dress that hugged her body in such a way that you could see every single delectable curve on her body. And while the sight was enough to take his breath away, she wasn't the only contributing factor to his hesitation. For sitting right beside her was Ygritte, wearing a red dress that, while obviously not tailored for her, still looked completely amazing on her.
Unfortunately for him, before he realized it, he was standing before the two most beautiful women in the room. And he realized that he was well and certainly screwed. How could he ask one of them to dance while neglecting the other? Mercifully, Arianne took pity on him and before he could ask anything, she rose to her feet and took his hand in hers intent to lead him out to the dance floor. But not before shooting a passing remark over her shoulder that Ygritte would be next. The dance was…pure bliss. Holding Arianne in his arms…there were no words to describe it. He truly cursed every god he knew the moment the song ended, and she parted from him. But the moment she did, Ygritte immediately took her place. The spearwife clearly did not know how to dance, and it showed as she stepped on his toes more than once. But she was nothing if not a quick learner. And by the time the song ended she was able to successfully follow his lead through the steps of the song.
If the night had continued that way, Jon would've been able to die a happy man. But it hadn't. After sharing just a single dance with each woman, they promptly sent him away and then ignored him. Which was why he ended up so deep into his cups with Theon and Robb. Arianne and Ygritte, while quite talkative with each other and the other ladies from Dorne, seemed completely content to utterly ignore him for the rest of the night. By the time the bedding was called for, which Asher and Gwyn managed to avoid by sneaking out while no one was looking, Jon was so deep into his cups that he was finding it difficult to keep his head up, or his eyes focused. But as bad as he was, Robb was worse. It seemed like, just as they did with the married couple, everyone in the hall wanted to congratulate Robb on his ascension to Apprentice with a drink. And when Lord Stark called for an end to the night, Robb was so far gone that he had to be aided out of the hall by Talisa. Something that caused no small number of cheers and whistles and more than one suggestion about what they should be getting up to.
But unlike his brother, or even Theon who managed to snag a woman of his own during the night, at the end of the feast Jon was left alone. Both Arianne and Ygritte had disappeared from the hall at some point in time while he was distracted. Leaving him without even a parting goodbye.
Pushing himself off the wall, Jon resolved not to let himself wallow in self-pity as he finally made it to the hall with his chambers at the end. 'What did I expect?' he thought sourly to himself as he fumbled trying to get the latch undone to his room. 'I should've known that it was too much to hope for that I might just have a chance with…both…of…oh…gods…'
Jon's mind completely ceased to function as the door to his room swung open and he found himself staring at both Arianne and Ygritte, laying on his bed. Both had been stripped of their dresses…and they were… They were both down to nothing but their small clothes and chest bindings, if the almost see-through material they were wearing could be called that though. What was more, each woman was casually trailing her fingers across the length of the other's skin.
"Well, Jon?" Arianne's rich voice called out through the haze that'd settled in his head. "Are you going to come in and shut the door? Or just stand there like a fool and let all the heat out?"
Ygritte's light chuckle joined her. "He's still such a shy one. Ye would think that men would be dreamin of somethin like this. And he just be standing there like one of them maids in the hall, waitin for some man to ask them to dance."
Jon somehow managed to clear his head enough to step into the room and shut the door behind him. He wasn't a fool. He knew – He knew what was going on. It was just…oh gods… Was this – Was this happening? As one, Arianne and Ygritte slipped off opposite sides of his bed and walked towards him. Jon was unable to do anything as the two beauties came up beside him and started running their hands along his arms and shoulders. Or rather, he was unwilling to do anything that might shatter this dream that he had to be having. Because there was absolutely no chance that this was happening…was there?
"Hmm, you see, Ygritte," Arianne said on his right, her voice as calm as if they were discussing the weather even as her hands ran up and down his chest and shoulders. "Sometimes the hinting of something is far better than just outright stating it. And now that I've proven my point, perhaps I can convince you to try some of the other underclothes that have begun being brought over from the Summerset Isles."
On his left, Ygritte hummed as she pressed his arm into the valley between her breasts. "Hmm, ye be right on this one, Arianne. But…mayhap it work a wee bit too well. I do believe we broke our wolf."
If he hadn't been held in place by the two women, he would've jumped to the roof when Arianne's hand snaked down his chest and grabbed his painfully hard length through his pants. "Hmm…no. He's not broken. He's more than ready for this… So, the question is…Is he ready for us?"
Ygritte's hand slid down his back before slapping his backside. "Hmm, perhaps yer right. I thought he was strong enough for da both of us. But apparently not. Perhaps we should go and find some stronger men to steal us? Seeing as how this one here apparently ain't ready to steal that which wants to be stolen."
The thought of the two of them leaving to find someone else broke something within Jon. The wolf and the dragon that he'd long since kept locked away deep inside him both broke free, howling and raging at the challenge and thought of losing that which was his!
Wrapping his arm around both women, Jon picked them both up at the same time and ran for the, thankfully, large bed in the center of his chambers. Arianne's and Ygritte's surprised laughs slowly turned into moans as the fire within Jon propelled him forward as he began placing kisses along every spot of flesh he could find while also tearing off his own clothes in the process. He wasn't entirely sure how it happened, but Jon suddenly found himself atop of Arianne, his length pressing against her warm core while her legs wrapped around her waist while Ygritte ran her hands through his hair and whispered into his ear. "She maybe yer first, but don't spend yerself completely in her, Jon Stark. Ye be mine as well…and I want ya to claim me like the wolf ye are before the night be over."
Feeling the most wonderful sensation of warmth overtake him as Arianne's legs tightened, Jon roughly grabbed Ygritte by the back of her neck and kissed her forcibly. "I plan on doing more than just claiming you two tonight…I plan on ruining you both for anyone other than me!"
"Then – ah – Then do it, Jon!" Arianne moaned from beneath him, her legs traveling up and down his legs and backside. "Show us – oh gods – Show us the wolf within you! Claim us both!"
Breaking free from Ygritte, Jon leaned down and latched onto Arianne's delicate neck as he began moving as fast and hard as he could. These two had been teasing him for as long as he knew them… It was far past time they both learned what it meant when you let a dragonwolf out of its cage!