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They put her in the maester’s old chamber. She hadn’t asked why there wasn’t maester occupying the chambers the first night because she was just satisfied with having a bed to sleep in after days of hard riding to Castle Black. Though when she awoke she was less happy with the accommodations, the room smelled rank. The bed chamber smelled of old man, years of sweat and something more foul.
She knew not to bother Lord Snow with the issue, given the more grave reason of her visit. Instead she decided to ask a young brother of the Nights Watch for some clean linens and fresher furs, but even after her wish was fulfilled the room still smelled and the featherbed was soiled. Alys decided to take her clean furs and linen out of the bedroom and made a bed on the ground next to the hearth. The smell ash was more inviting, she also looked through the maesters stock of medicinal herbs and found a bushel of dried lavender. Alys placed the flowers next to her pillow, stoked the fire and laid down in her makeshift bed.
Alys awoke early the next morning to the fading embers of the fire and the lingering smell of flowers and smoke. She was stiff and little sore, but otherwise well rested. Alys sat up with her arms stretched out and a loud yawn. The Watch had no nightclothes befitting a lady so she was given a set of black wool tunic and trousers, the brother who previously worn them must’ve joined when they were just a boy, though they still were big and loose on her slender frame. Alys pushed her pillows against the cold stone wall and leant back against them not ready to get out of bed yet.
The smell of lavender brought sweet dreams to her last night, she closed her eyes and thought back to them in hopes that they wouldn’t leave her too soon.
She remembered running through a snowy field as her uncle and cousin chased her, but before they could catch her a white horse blocked their path. A knight all in white sat upon the horse and swung his sword down at the two assailants and sent them running away like frightened animals. The knight then looked at Alys and dismounted and approached her, taking off his helmet revealing the face of Jon Snow. Jon looked down at Alys and then she suddenly realized that she was naked and shivering. With a flourish the Lord Commander took off his white fur cloak and draped Alys in it. He then scooped her up in his arms and started walking to a nearby tower in a field of lavender.
Alys felt herself getting hot, both in the face and down below, her breath hitched in her throat as an itched started to grow between her legs. She let her hand slip under her trousers, her fingers brushed through her nether hair which sent a shiver through her body. When she reached the nub above her folds she was surprised by how wet it was already. She began to rub small circles around the sensitive point and continued to recall her dream.
By the time they reached the tower the knights face had changed from Jon Snow’s to Robb Stark’s or at least what Alys imagined an older Robb Stark looked since they last met as children. His red hair flowed down to his shoulders in loose curls, a soft clean shaven face, beautiful blue eyes looked into her soul and strong arms laid her down on a soft bed. When she looked back at him his armor was already doffed and he was as naked as her.
Alys’ fingers had started rubbing up and down the length of her ladyhood as her breath quickened. She brought her other hand to one of her small breasts and began to massage it through the tunic.
Robb was planting soft kisses up the length of Alys’ body until he reached her lips. Alys felt like she was melting in his embrace and looked down to see Robb’s manhood entering her.
Alys let her finger mimic her fantasy. But as a moan escaped her lips the door opened. Alys’ stopped breathing and moving as she looked upon a woman entering the maesters chambers. She was a beautiful young woman dressed all in white wool and furs with a long blonde braid over one shoulder. She shut the door behind her as she entered and looked at Alys.
“They told me I’d find a woman in here, do you know where I can find some bandages?” The woman asked paying no heed to the state of the other woman. Alys stared back too shocked to speak with her mouth agape. She was too taken aback by the nonchalance of the question and her face clearly expressed it’s shock.
“Oh apologies my lady.” The strange woman said with a mocking curtsy, “I forgot you kneeler’s prudish sensibilities.”
Alys was even more confused now than before, Kneelers? What does she mean by that and where is her queer accent from? She certainly looks like she’s from the north.
“I-I-” Alys began to stutter, finally able to get at least one word out.
“Oh save yourself the trouble, I can find the bandages myself, as you were.” The blonde woman said with a dismissive wave of her hand. She the turned to a nearby cabinet and started looking through the drawers.
Alys was completely befuddled beyond reason. “As I… You… You want to continue?”
“You kneelers live your life ass backwards,” she started with an aspirated tone, “It’s not what I want that matters. It’s what you want and you clearly want to fuck yourself the way you have your fingers in your cunt.”
Alys’ face somehow grew redder as she realized her hand was still between her legs as she quickly pulled it out.
“Oh don’t be doing that girl, you think you’re only one to fuck herself?” The woman asked.
“…no…” Alys said in a sheepish voice.
“Than don’t act like it, go on now.” When Alys made no movement the stranger encouraged further, “Come on now, put your hand back down there.” Alys slowly moved her hand back beneath her trousers. Air involuntarily escaped her lips as her fingers pushed past her hair and once again found her flower.
“See that’s a good girl.” The woman said with the same nonchalance as before, but it still sent a wave of excitement through her. “See girl, doesn’t it feel good to do as you please without shame? Beyond the wall we don’t have these senseless rules and laws we enforce upon ourselves…” As the woman spoke Alys kept her eyes fixed on her as she slowly pumped her fingers in and out of her sex completely enraptured in the woman’s beauty. “… every man a king, every woman a queen who can get themselves off as the please.”
“So you uhm…” Alys begun in a shaky voice before biting her lips to suppress a whimper.
“Fuck myself?” She said finishing her question, “Aye, and often too.” The wildling’s boldness invigorated Alys even more as her hand moved faster. “I fingered my pussy almost every night on the procession south, only downside was the one prick who thought I’d rather a cock than my hand and stole into my bedroll.”
Alys hand almost stopped at that but the wilding continued, “Don’t you worry he left me alone with his hole to fuck himself with, and besides sometimes I do prefer a cock.” The woman took a few steps closer to Alys and let a moment of silence pass as the two kept eye contact, “What about yourself?” The wilding seemed to look deeper into the Karstark, “Do you prefer cock sometimes?”
Alys began to slow down as she thought about what to say. “Don’t stop.” The wilding commanded not unkindly, Alys returned to her original pace. “I’m sure you could have any man here, pretty thing that you are. Maybe not Lord Crow but any of the rest of the flock could forget their precious little oaths for your royal cunt.” Alys felt pressure building, this wild wild woman was driving her to madness.
“Maybe you wished I had a cock to fuck you with, the way you’re looking at me. Is that it pet?” Alys could only let out a lustful whine in response. The wildling smiled and walked to the lying woman looking down at her. Without another word the stranger bit on the fingertips of her glove and pulled it off before taking a knee in front of the southron lady. Alys was approaching the edge as she looked on the wildling suck her own fingers and pull them out wet.
“Relax sweetling, I’ll take it from here.” Val said with her gloved hand placed on Alys’ shoulder, Alys slowly pulled out her finger from between her folds as Val’s hand slipped down between her legs. She took her time combing through her bush earning a shiver from Alys. With a smirk Val continued her descent and let her finger dance around the ladies sweet spot making her squirm against the wall and move her hips to guide the finger where it should be. The wildling however continued to tease her let her digits glide over her treasure only barely touching the sensitive skin.
Their faces seemed to be closer now, Alys’ frantic breaths blowing into Val’s, “Have you ever been had by a woman before girl?” Alys was too close to cumming to deliver a verbal response, her head gave barely perceptible shake instead. “No…” the wilding spoke for her, “I imagine no one’s had you before…” Val’s voice got quieter as she spoke her lips moved in and pressed against the girl’s ear, “… your cunt is mine.” As she whispered that her fingers finally pushed into Alys’ slick folds. A moan erupted from Alys as her body pushed an inch further up the wall. With defter movements than Alys’ own Val curled her fingers a bit and began stroking in and out of the lower lips. Waves of elicit pleasure pulsed through Alys as Val’s thumb began rubbing the nub above. As Alys approaches her climax she seems to be fucking Val’s hand more than Val is fucking her. “That’s a good girl,” Val says to the moaning lady, “Cum for me girl.” Alys explodes in a fit of ecstasy when given the command, she wraps her arms around Val’s shoulders and leans her head into the woman’s chest as primal moans erupt from her. Convulsing waves of pleasure pulse through her body.
As Alys leans into the wildlings chest still needing to come down from the high, Val brings her other hand to the back of her head and begins petting her. “That’s a good girl.” Alys gives one last whimper as Val’s fingers leave her ladyhood. “Now do you see the pleasures of being free girl?” Alys didn’t have the words or breath to respond. Val then brought her slick wet fingers to her mouth and licked them clean as if it was spilt ale on her hand. She then stood back up and put back on her glove as she went back to her search. “Ah, there you are.” She said, with the same nonchalance as before, locating a roll of bandages. She picked up the roll and started walking back to the door.
“Thank… you…” Alys said in a weak, confused voice.
“It wasn’t a problem lass, truly.” Val responded looking back at her before walking out the door.