A Crow Come Over (Unfinished)

Ygritte's Post

The feel of him. As he placed his hand over hers, bringing it back to her chest, Ygritte felt a slight whimper escape her lips. She could feel hesitant strength in his hands. The way he felt against her, it was like being touched by a sort of gentle giant. His delicate nature was winning out over his more base instincts. As Jon Snow’s hand found her face in the dark of the night as well, she could not help but let herself lean into his palm. She wanted to feel every callous, every contour. Ygritte felt her head tilt slightly more, parting her lips once more to kiss the palm of his hand before returning her cheek to it. This was so different than anything the girl had ever experienced before. But then again, Jon Snow was proving to be different than anything she had experienced before.

All these many weeks, looking upon the lad without being able to touch him had about driven her mad. But now, in the black of her tent, she had the look of him fixed in her mind’s eye after studying it for so long and her hands had free range of the form she had coveted. Removing it from his grip, the lass began to let her right hand roam, exploring the contours of his broad shoulders, tracing the line of his collarbone gingerly all the way up to his neck before dropping down his perfectly fixed sternum. It was like feeling rock under flesh, the lad was far more fit, more tone than she had expected under the wretched cover of his cloths. Her other hand had found its way to the side of his hips and she began massaging her thumb along the line of his pelvic bone. The girl was trying ever so hard to keep the moment softer; it seemed to be what the lad needed. But inside every inch of her was screaming to just rip into his smallclothes, push him onto her furs and mount him right then and there. To counter this feeling though every once in a while, she would let the slender finger dip under the line of his trousers, hoping to coax him a little further.

Finally she hooked her fingers into the band at his waist. His skin was electrifying and Ygritte found that she couldn’t help but bring her lips to him once more, planting a trail of kisses across his chest and up towards the back of his ear while her friend hand gently raked her nails over his abs. “You like goin’ slow, don’t ye Jon Snow,” she whispered softly. “Well if ye keep going this slow, it’ll be dawn before we ever be gettin’ to the good parts.” With that she stepped back, kicking off her boots as she started to work the lacing on the sides of her shirt, an act she was much more adept at than removing the lad’s awkward crow cloths. After getting it over her head and tossing it to the sides, the coolness of the night prickled her breasts and she stepped closer to Jon Snow once more, finding one of his own hands to take in her own before using the other to give him a playful shove backwards, coaxing him down towards the furs.

Her head leaned into his palm as he cupped her velvety cheek, and when she tilted her head ever so slightly into his palm he could feel every inch of movement. The very moment that her lips pressed against the rough skin of his hand, he felt as if that area of his palm felt such a pure sensation that it near numbed. He had never expected Ygritte to be so gentle, not after spending so much time with her; it hadn’t seemed her way, yet her kiss had felt so gentle. He was seeing a side of her he had never considered existed, though his mind was in no condition to think about it sufficiently.

Her cheek turned back into his palm just about the same time that she pulled her hand free from his grip, and Jon Snow found himself looking down at her shadowed hand as it briefly hovered in the air in front of his body, before her fingertips pressed down on his shoulder. Her fingers left a tingling trail as they moved across his upper body, moving up his neck before dropping vertically down his chest and stomach. His muscles tensed as her fingers moved along them, her fingers falling into each groove that his defined muscles created, her nails dragging against his skin as they came out again; it all caused Jon to pull in a shuddering breath, pressing his body against her touch.

Then her other hand landed against his hip, her thumb gently rubbing underneath his pelvic bone, a stray finger every so often accidentally slipping beneath the edge of his trousers. Near every time Jon could not help but let slip an involuntary sigh of pleasure. Jon was near paralyzed, unable to bring himself to speak or even more because of what he was feeling. He didn’t want to move, didn’t want to potentially stop what she was doing to him, and that was exactly the point, she wasn’t really doing anything major; he couldn’t begin to imagine how good anything else would feel.

Then just like that, it got better as she hooked her fingers into his trousers and pulled herself against him, her lips landing on his chest and up towards his neck. Jon closed his eyes and let the air out of his lungs in a soft gasp as she reached just behind his ear. He couldn’t help but tilt his head back, allowing her to easier press her soft lips against the sensitive skin, skin that had never known the touch of lips against it.

“You like goin’ slow, don’t ye Jon Snow,” she whispered, trailing her nails across his chest. He had long since been turned on by her, but he was starting to fear his senses would explode if it began to feel any better than it currently did; he couldn’t even manage a response to her. “Well if ye keep going this slow, it’ll be dawn before we ever be gettin’ to the good parts.” with that she suddenly stepped back from him and the pleasure stopped, giving his thoughts a much needed respite.

It gets better? he heard a distance voice say through the confusion within his mind. If another voice responded in kind then Jon never heard it, his attention fixated on Ygritte silhouette as he noticed her removing the shirt she had been wearing and tossing it to the ground. Jon gulped as he noticed her stepped towards him, and when she reached out and took her hand he did nothing to deter her, though at her playful shove backwards he stepped backwards, feeling the soft fur of the pelts on his feet, which he instinctively began moving down onto. Ygritte followed him down, moving above him as he found himself laying down.

His hands moved up to her bare hips, noticing how he felt no shirt above them, and though he could not see much in the dark, he could see the outline of her breasts in her shadowy figure and the mere thought caused him to grow harder underneath her. He was lost in everything that she was, but how could his mind begin to explain what Ygritte was exactly? She was warm…beautiful…smart…funny…she could kiss a man or slit his throat, and she had chosen to kiss him; that was what he knew. “I know what I’m doing.” he said in response to her earlier statement, though his voice was a whisper and lacked conviction.

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Ygritte's Post

“Do ye now?” The lass dipped over his form as he made his way down to the furs below them. Straddling him, she braced her hands on each side of his form, crawling her way up his body, dragging her lips up his chest and neck until she met his mouth, once more capturing it with her own. Ygritte lowered herself against the lad just enough that her hardened nipples brushed lightly against his skin. Her hips however had positioned themselves just so over his own, legs locking to either side of him so that even through the furs and leathers of their trousers, she could feel the ever-increasing protrusion between them. His hands, once resting on her hips, grasped them now with a firmness that mirrored the firmness beneath her. One of her own hand snaked its way back into his dark locks, stretching and pressing her body against his fully in order for her mouth to meet his once more.

Ygritte was lost for the moment. She couldn’t be close enough to him. Her slim waist, her stomach, her breasts pressing against him now, she felt as if her small body molded perfectly into his own. Jon Snow finally seemed to be relaxing, whatever guilt or hesitance that seemed to plague him before was melting away like a torch taken to ice. He was responding to every little touch she delivered, from the brush of the hand, to an accidental fallen strand of her hair dancing across a corner of his face. The feeling of them together, the shared warmth, his hands, the feel of her bare chest against his own, drove her wild. She could hear the lad let a few whimpers escape as she began to grind her core down upon his tightened bulge. Ygritte broke their kiss to let a small moan of her own escape right next to his ear. Driving him mad was driving her mad. But her curiosity had been piqued at the boy’s breathy comment. “If ye know so much, Jon Snow, show me.” Her husky whisper hung in his ear as she started to nip at his slender neck.

“Do ye now?” she whispered as her legs straddled him. He was going to respond, but as her hands pressed against his sides he felt the words and his very breath hold in his throat. Though warm, her hands left a trail of Goosebumps along his skin as she crawled up his body, though no feeling compared to that of her lips as they pressed against his chest, their moist kiss dragging along his skin and along his neck. Jon’s eyes closed as he allowed himself to drift into the feeling, to be consumed by it, and as his caught breath finally escaped in the form of a soft moan, Ygritte’s lips pressed against his own and smothered it with her passion.

Her hardened nipples skimmed against the skin of his chest as she got closer to him, and almost as if they had seared scars into his very skin, he could still feel where they had touched him even after they had lifted and hit a new part of his skin. The realisation hit him out of nowhere; he had never seen a woman naked before, let alone felt her breasts or nipples against his skin, though the realisation faded beneath the pleasure almost as quickly as it had arrived, as her hand slid through his hair and pulled them together. Their bodies pressed against each other like two halves of the same whole, fitting perfectly together.

Heavy moans from Jon escaped through their shared kiss as Ygritte began to grind against his crotch. He could feel the moist warmth from between her legs against the ever hardening bulge of his leather trousers, the feeling and anticipation nearly utterly overwhelming him as his penis threatened to rip through the tightening leather. Suddenly she broke their kiss and Jon felt the feel of the cold air return to his lips as she moved to his ear, a soft moan easing into it. “If ye know so much, Jon Snow, show me.” her breath against his ear caused him to shudder, and as she nipped at his neck the Bastard tilted his head in the opposite direction, allowing her the room she needed to continue.

You don’t know what you’re doing. a voice whispered inside his head. He knew what to do, but knowing and doing were two different things entirely. She had experience, where he had none. Would he prove to be enough? Would she even enjoy it, or should she laugh at his attempts? All these small doubts had taken seed in the dark depths of his thoughts, each worry as potent as the next, though all of them were overshadowed by the moment, his desires, feelings and emotions. Jon’s head tilted towards hers, angling in as his lips met the cusp of her neck, his tongue meeting her skin as his lips parted. He brought his left hand up along her side, bringing it across her shoulder to the base of her neck, where he moved it onto the top of her chest. His palm flat against it, he broke his kiss and gently eased her backwards, away from him. As her upper body moved away from him, Jon leaned towards her, replacing his hand against her chest with his lips.

His heart began racing even faster, knowing how close he was to her breasts. With tender and lingering kisses, he moved his lips down and across her chest, and before he knew it he felt the soft, heightened mound of her breast under his lips. His lips tingled and his brain filled with numbing anticipation for what was next. His lips raised and moved yet again, and when then fell to her skin this time, the very corner of his mouth fell over her erect nipple. He almost froze, the moment consuming him, but after the slightest of hesitations, his lips dragged across the sensitive skin and surrounded her nipple entirely. As his lips parted, the tip of his tongue edged around the base of her nipple, before slowly brushing across it as his teeth gently tightened against it - for the briefest of moments. He had no idea what he was doing, but the moment had taken control of him and he was now almost moving on desire alone.

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Ygritte's Post

At her words, Ygritte could feel the lad tense up. She had called his bluff, the virgin crow come over, but it had only been in jest. Whatever hesitation he held in his face however was quickly countered by his swift actions. How surprised she was when Jon Snow managed to pull her back and shift their positions so that he loomed over her like silent stone. His hands lilted their way across her hips, up her sides, over her shoulder, finally resting just above the slope of her chest. The girl let a contented sigh float out from between her lips as he back met the soft furs she had so missed in her travels, letting the lad’s hand dance over her body. The moment the roughness of his hands was replaced by the softness of his parted lips, the girl couldn’t help but let out a gasp, bringing her hands to his back, clutching ever so lightly at his flesh.

She could feel his heart pounding as his hands and mouth caressed her mounds and realized that her own was set to match. The throbbing in her chest was nearly as strong as the throbbing below her waistline. The lad was so different than her other lovers, not that she had many before, a lowly number of two. Of course that was two more than he. Ygritte was no expert but she knew what she enjoyed, but this dark haired man was bringing out such softness, gentleness, even his hesitance was endearing in its own way. As he suckled and nibbled upon her, it seems Jon Snow began to find a pace within himself, rhythmically rising and falling with her, creating the sensation that he was softly thrusting himself against her still covered core. Her hands caressed his back and shoulders as soft whimpers escaped from her throat, causing her to bury her face in the crook of his neck, draping her arms around this shoulders. The lad knew nothing, but he was slowly learning, and she could live with that. He was quick to catch on, Jon Snow.

As his teeth teased her, the girl was conflicted once more, between her need to feel the depth of him within her and the sensations that were currently driving her out of her head. She was beyond rational thought at this point, her lust dominating every corner of her mind. As soon as he removed his mouth to catch his breath, she found herself shifting her weight, swinging herself and flipping him on to his back in an instant with a muffled thud. At that, Ygritte began fumbling at the laces of his trousers, anxious to feel what lay beneath.

All thoughts had been abandoned now, all logic and sound reasoning forfeited for the pure emotion and carnal desire that he was feeling for the free woman who was now laying underneath him. The lower half of his body had began grinding against hers, instinctively moving in rhythm with her own movements. His leather trousers had become so tight by this point that it had started to feel uncomfortable, even hurt a little, but the pleasure he felt every time he felt his bulge press against the warm material of her trousers, between her legs, swamped all over feelings. He may never have done it, but he knew where it went, and though there were two layers of material stopping him from doing so, he pushed himself against her as if he were trying to tear through the clothing.

The taste of her nipple was unlike anything Jon had tasted before, a feeling that he couldn’t rightly describe. He only knew that it felt amazing to be able to do it to her, and from the groans he could hear her making he was sure that she felt a similar way. A satisfied smirk spread across his lips as he continued to press them against her breast, around her nipple. He knew what he was doing, he had said as much. However, his moment of delusion over his abilities was short lived. As his lips broke contact with her breast, even though it was for no more than the briefest of moment, Ygritte jumped at the chance to turn the moment of respite to her advantage.

Before Jon knew what had happened, the darkened view of the tent span out from underneath him, and with a muffled thud his back suddenly landed on the furs that, up until a moment ago, Ygritte had been laying on. The movement had momentarily dazed him, though her feistiness had come at no surprise to the young Bastard; this was more like the Ygritte that he had expected she would be like in this situation, though in truth he didn’t care, it only mattered that she was here.

As Jon lifted his head, Ygritte near frantically began tugging at the laces of his trousers in an attempt to loosen and remove them. For a moment Jon froze again, the realisation of what was like about to happen finally hitting home, but the moment passed rapidly, and Jon lifted his upper body to try and teach her waist; he would remove her trousers too, if given the chance. However, having partially sat up he had obstructed her access to his own trousers, and with her giving him a sudden push against his chest, Jon felt his back thud down against the furs once again.

Moments later he felt the pressure of his trousers against his penis lessen as the lace came free, and lifting his waist up off of the floor, Ygritte tugged on the top of his trousers to pull them down his legs. As he felt them pass his ankles, the feel of them vanishing from his legs and being replaced with the biting cold, Jon noticeably shivered; it had not been entirely from the cold, but also because he was as naked as his first name day in front of her, in front of a woman. He felt oddly vulnerable, surprisingly so in fact. His blood was pumping downward through his body with a surprising force, his loins literally throbbing with anticipation. He wanted to close his eyes and wait in the abyss of darkness until something happened, but instead he attempted to sit up again, to be closer to her, to see her.

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Ygritte's Post

Ygritte’s mind was racing and all it was all she could manage to rip the lad’s trousers away. Damned Southerner cloths… she thought to herself as she tugged at the tight leather lacings. Her warrior’s hands, normally so quick to respond at the slightest moment, were suddenly so clumsy and useless. For a fleeting moment, her mind even made her believe that perchance they were even shaking from anticipation of what lay beneath the fabric between them. It was not a thought she was in any capacity to fully comprehend as her fumblings finally yielded results. She found the lad lifting his lower half up a bit, letting her slide the garment off with greater ease and letting his cock spring forth from the offending leather as she less than gracefully yanked them down and finally off.

As Jon Snow sat up and Ygritte looked back up at him, their eyes locking in the gravity of the moment and she was able to take in every perfect shadow. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark by now and the lad’s white skin was bathed in navys, deep purples and all of the sordid shades of dark. His hair cascading over his shoulders, the chiseled cheekbones that framed his face, that lovely beard, the strong, muscled arms that held him up… the girl’s eyes could help but rake themselves down his body. Her gaze drifted from his eyes to his chin, his chin to his chest, and it continued to drift across his hardened stomach towards the curls of nether hair that framed his cock. His chest rose and fell and she could see his breath cling to the winter’s air. He was so beautiful. It seemed almost as if the lad ripped against the night.

But the crisp air of the night against her own tiny form snapped her back to reality as she realized that the lad was shivering. Kneeling at his feet, trousers still clutched in her hands, she looked around her, looking for the fur that young Snow had chosen as his new cloak. It would be big enough for two. Releasing the garment from her fist, she stood up and searched the tent. It was so very cold without him close to her. The night’s chill had truly set in. Finally she snatched the pelt and tossed it over to the lad “Ye be chilled Jon Snow, ” she said as she began to unlace her own remaining fabrics. “I’ll be there to warm those bones in just a moment.” Finally she slid the remaining attire over her ass, down her legs and to the ground before stepping out of them and turning back the lad. Her swayed as she made her way back over to him, eventually making her way back on to her hands and knees as she crawled under the pelt with him, feeling his warmth once more.

Sliding her body atop his one more, she kissed his eyelids before meeting his lips once more. She knew that this was not just about him loosing his innocence, but it was also the final step towards him becoming a truly free man as well.

Like many times before since having met her, Jon found that his eyes had again met Ygritte’s, but this time something was different. Through the gloom and darkness within the tent, the sapphire pools that were her eyes could only be compared to the shine of the moon through the darkened abyss of the nights sky. And though the gaze was only held for the briefest of moments, it felt like an eternity to the young Bastard, but when she broke her gaze and started looking down at his body, Jon couldn’t help but suddenly feel totally exposed. Would she like what she saw? He wasn’t sure how much she could see in the dark, but he had never been judged by a woman in such a way before.

When she stood, Jon followed her with his eyes, wondering if she had seen something that she had not liked or was not impressed with, but when picked up the pelt that was now his cloak and opened it over him, he understood what she was doing. “Ye be chilled Jon Snow, ” he had been, at least somewhat, though she had been telling him, not asking. “I’ll be there to warm those bones in just a moment.” her voice sure and sweet, it had a truly indescribable feel to it; she was like a siren, her voice the elixir, the nectar that demanded and deserved obedience.

While looking entirely at her face, Jon had not noticed that Ygritte was removing the rest of her clothing until he saw her lean forward and slid the trousers over the peak of her arse. There was a moment, just as Ygritte stepped out of her trousers, but before she fully turned to face the young Bastard, that she was facing sideways on. The light from the moon outside shone through the material of the tent, illuminating every curve of her slender figure. He wished he could freeze this moment so that her sublime beauty would last forever. Jon could imagine Gods and Kings alike would go to war over a beauty so pure and natural.

When she finally turned, shadow consuming her form, and moved towards him, Jon Snow’s heart began to race faster and faster. She was as naked as he was, and moving towards him. There was only one thing left for them to do now, and there was no more avoiding it or ignoring it, even if he wanted to. As she lifted the pelt and crawled underneath it, Jon gulped, the length of her smooth body sliding against his own. The inside of her leg gently brushed against his hardened cock as she slithered atop him. He opened his mouth and let out a silent gasp as her lips gently pressed against his closed eyelids, and then met his mouth.

Jon lifted his hands and brought both of his palms to her cheeks, cupping her face as he returned her kiss passionately. In perfect symmetry, his rough hands moved down her cheeks until they found her neck, dipping inwardly, his fingertips mapping out every curve and shape. From her neck his hands moved across her shoulders, flowing down her arms until they reached her own hands where they lingered, if only for a second. His fingers gently caressed her hands as they moved on, falling to her sides, as they rose at the curves of her hips before stopping, hesitating. He knew where they were going, where he wanted them to go, and that’s what was so intimidating.

However, the hesitation quickly drifted into the recesses of his desire consumed mind, and his hands plunged forward. Fingers spreading like a spider web across the soft, plump skin of her shaped arse. As they reached the lower portion of her arse, he used it to pull her closer to him, leaning into to kiss, a soft moan escaping through the corner of his mouth as he felt her pressing against his cock. Yet again he found himself wondering if there could ever be a more intense and pure feeling of pleasure, such as what he was feeling at that moment. It was beyond his understanding, beyond his knowledge and creativity to imagine that there was, but if he was wrong then it would surely be Ygritte who knew the truth of things. You know nothing. a voice whispered, reminding him, and at that moment, for the first time, he wondered if it were really true.

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Ygritte's Post

His hands upon her, Ygritte could not help but to let a breathy moan slip out from between her lips. Her mind was overwhelmed with lust and need for the lad. It hadn’t been until she had raked her way up his form that she realized that beneath the red curls of her lower regions she was dripping wet with anticipation for him. She felt his cock pulsing against her inner thigh and as Jon Snow grabbed her to pull her forward she lifted herself up positioning him between her folds, placing her hands on his chest to brace herself. His cock now pressed against his stomach and her cunt, she began to rock gently, slicking the length of him down with her own arousal.

As she gazed down at the lad, she could see his eyes shoot straight open and a loud moan escaped him. Ygritte smiled. “You know nothing,” she whispered, almost to herself. He wasn’t even inside her, and yet even his ignorance had become exciting to the girl now. She continued to rock against him, ripping the softest sounds from his throat. She had never been with a lad who had never been with a woman before. Something about teaching him had thrilled her, filled her up so that she was nearly bursting at the seams with new sensations. The ways his hand would change at an instant from gentle to rough, it was almost as if the girl could feel the raw power of what she was doing to the lad every time he lost control. She had taken no man like him to her bed before. Jon Snow was special and the time had come for her to claim him.

She leaned forward a final time, pressing her breasts against his chest and shifting her hands to either side of his shoulders. The position had put the tip of him leaning right against her own ripe entrance. She sunk her chin down to meet his, gently resting her forehead against him before breaking the moment and whispering into his ear. “Ye ready to become a man Jon Snow?” she said with a smile. And with that she pushed backwards against him, slipping the lad inside herself.

The act of moving Ygritte forward brought her down atop his cock, pressing it down against his own stomach. Just her skin against his was enough to send his senses into overdrive. However, the moist warmth that was pressed against his throbbing cock was unmistakable, and the realisation of what it was seemed almost unreal to him. Once he had spoken the words and taken the Black, he had resigned himself that he would never be in such a position, and now that he was he found that he wanted it no other way. He had been a complete and utter fool to have almost passed up on such a feeling, but he was also glad he had done it, for without becoming a man of the Night’s Watch he would never have travelled beyond the Wall, and he would never had found Ygritte.

Then she moved, and all rational thought vanished from the world. Eyes wide, Jon lost himself in the pleasure as a loud moan uncontrollably broke through his lips. Instinctively his grip from his hands tightened as he grabbed the cheeks of her arse tightly, unaware of what he was doing, as she continued to slowly, purposely, rock her body back and forth along the length of his now wet and throbbing cock. “You know nothing.” were her words, though he almost didn’t hear them. He would have agreed with her, had he been able to formulate a full sentence.

As she rocked forward, Jon saw her lean in towards him; her breasts fell against his hardened chest before her forehead pressed his. There were eye-to-eye now, and Jon had noticed that she had slid off of his cock, it’s very tip just barely touching her wet cunt, teasingly close but just out of reach. He thought then that perhaps that was the cruellest and worst form of torture he could ever endure, and if it hadn’t been for the unmistaken beauty of her eyes capturing him, he would have grabbed hold of her waist and slid her back until the full length of him vanished within her.

“Ye ready to become a man Jon Snow?” she wore a smile as she whispered to him. He opened his mouth to respond, but what words would suffice at such a moment? He felt like he was a mere Bastard and she were a Queen, she was more than beautiful enough to be a Queen, and he knew not the words to say. All this vanished in an instant as she shifted her body backwards.

Hid breath audibly caught in his throat as he felt the moist lips of her cunt parting around his cock. His stomach muscles tensed to the point that they felt as if they’d tear apart, as his cock stiffened and throbbed at the alien sensation that was wrapping itself around it. His breaths finally came, but were in short and staggered blasts as she continued to ease her way down his member. The wetness, the unexpected warmth, the absolute and unparalleled feeling; it was all so intense that he felt as if he couldn’t handle it, but would forever curse himself if he didn’t. Without even realising what he was doing, Jon arched his back, pushing against her until he had totally immersed himself within her, the feel of her inner legs pressing against his skin.

He held the position, keeping himself pushed as far inside of her as he could get. The absolute bliss was clear on his stunned face, his breath having once again caught in his throat. Every movement, even slight, he felt against his cock, which sent a rush of sheer pleasure throughout his loins. He would have happily lost control and exploded his seed within her right then, not caring for any of the rational consequences, if he hadn’t been determined to make this feeling last as long as humanly possible; he never wanted it to end.

“I-” he began, though the feeling cut him off. In truth he had no idea what he had been about to say, no idea what he wanted to say, and so he did not try to attempt it again. Instead he allowed his grip on her arse to relax, lifting and letting the flats of his palms wrapping themselves around her back until they reached her sides, pulling her body closer against his own. Her body pressed against his own, his cock deep within her, and he still couldn’t help but want to feel closer, to be closer to her.

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Ygritte's Post

Ygritte had moved slow against him, pushing herself upon him gradually. It had been some time since she had been with a man, and Jon Snow was a might bit, well, larger than the men she had been with. When he suddenly shifted upward, filling her completely, the lass let out a slight yelp. T'was a mixture of sharp pain and intense pleasure and Ygritte could not help but let out smile as her eyes rolled back a bit into her head. A sigh of contentment found its way through her slightly parted lips. She took a moment to adjust to him, locking her eyes back on to his own. In the dark of the tent, beneath her furs it was difficult to distinguish shapes and colors, but the light of last of the smoldering embers of the fire caught in his eyes, guiding Ygritte once more towards his face.

Her hands ran their way back down his chest, snaking their way across his shoulders and up his neck, the crook between her thumb and index finger cupping the sides of his face just below his ears. When the lad tried to speak, she leaned over and kissed the right side of his mouth. "Ye talk too much, Jon Snow," she whispered sweetly. "Let's try talkin' of a different kind." At that she began to slowly rock against him.

The feel of body against his was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Such closeness, such intimacy; it was something that he had never been lucky enough to know. Yes he could have had a whore, much like Robb or Theon often had done, and he had always thought Ros to be attractive, but the thought of fathering a Bastard had always been the final thing that had stopped him - often at the last possible moment. But here he found himself, far beyond the Wall and his fellow brothers of the Night’s Watch, having killed the Halfhand, he was now naked in a Wildling woman’s tent, her sitting atop his manhood. It was almost too surreal to the young Northerner to believe real.

As the full length of him finally slipped its way within her, Jon opened his mouth in a silent moan. She was so warm, so moist, that it surprised him. His cock had never felt such pleasures, and all at once he found himself wondering why he had never done this before - though at the same time glad that he had not until this precise moment. He wasn’t quite sure, but there was certainly something about Ygritte that changed…everything. He had never expected he would forsake his oath and fellow Black Brothers in such a way, yet now he found that a large part of him wanted it no other way; this woman, wild and kissed by fire, was worth his honour.

In the darkness of the tent he felt her hands press down against his chest before he saw their silhouette. The cool flats of her palms against his chest began to trial up it. Her touch electrified him, his skin almost on fire just by her touch alone. Soon enough her hands were on his face, cupping it gently. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss against the right side of his partially opened mouth, causing the words in his throat to fall back within him. "Ye talk too much, Jon Snow," her voice was no louder than a sweet whisper, which sent a shiver down his spine. "Let's try talkin' of a different kind."

He opened his mouth to try and reply but the sudden rocking of her body against him sent him into a state of surprise. His hands rushed forward and gripped her waist as his muscles in his arms tensed, pushing her down atop his hardened cock. She felt tight against him, almost as if he could feel every inch of inside her wrapped around him; it was almost too much for him to remain in control over.

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