Chapter 155: What Are We?
Dreadfort Castle
POV of Domeric Bolton
Around the time the letter he sent reached Lord Stark, Domeric woke up and was greeted by a mane of red hair scattered over his face and a naked body pressed against his own.
For a moment, he was back in time when he and Ginny were still together. The painful memory served to wake him up properly, and he realized what had happened the night before.
He had gone out to search for Ygritte and had found her practicing archery in the archery range. She looked tired, her hands were sore, and her face was filled with sweat. Her hair fell in front of her eyes even when she continuously tried to tie it back in a bun.
She looked gorgeous like that, and for a moment, he had wondered if he had some sort of sweat fetish. Gods, he hoped not.
He had watched her release arrow after arrow in a target so far away that most people would even have trouble seeing it, let alone hitting it.
The only reason she was able to see and hit the target was because of the few enchantments he had given her, as well as the Magical Valyrian bow he had found in Valyria.
Since he himself had no use for bows, he had given the bow to Ygritte, and she had put the thing to excellent use.
Once she got too tired to continue and stopped firing, he silently went behind her until he was just a foot behind her, at which point she chuckled.
"You need to work on your feet, Domeric Bolton." She said as she turned around to face him, "The way you're walking, your prey would hear you coming from miles away."
"Will they?" he asked, moving forward and standing chest to chest against her. His pale eyes were hypnotically staring at her brown ones.
"Of course they will." She scoffed, daring him to deny her words. When he didn't, she smiled playfully, turned around, and ran.
With his enchantments, it took him only a few moments to catch up to her, after which he used apparition to transport both of them to his room, where he proceeded to give her a bath, after which he took her to his bed. They made love for the second time, even though she was still a little sore from their first time.
He looked at the serene smile on her face and felt a smile tug at his own lips.
He bent down over her, his hands gently wrapping around her waist, and getting an incoherent moan from her, as he touched his lips on hers.
She opened her eyes and they both stared at each other for a moment before she wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him toward her, deepening the kiss.
Making him fall deeper and deeper in the well of pleasure before he eventually backed away a few inches from her to allow her to breathe.
The breathless and slightly flushed look on her face made him harden, but he controlled himself.
"Will you take me again, m'lord?" Ygritte asked in a fake peasant girl voice, "Oh… I'm so lucky to have the cock of Lord Bolton buried inside me. I could…"
He stopped her playful banter with another kiss. She didn't seem to mind as she pulled him closer to herself once again in a somewhat needy display.
He stopped the kiss and backed away from her. This time, she still looked flushed as she rightly should after getting thoroughly snogged by him, but there was a slight frown on her face as she stared at him in slight apprehension.
"Domeric. What are we?"
So it was finally time for the talk. It was a good thing he was prepared for it as well.
He backed away from her and sat on the head of the bed, pulling her with him and depositing her on his lap with her back facing his chest.
The sight was enticing, and he couldn't stop himself from nibbling on her ear, her moan driving him further to kiss her neck.
She squirmed in his lap, and the feeling of her firm ass cheeks grinding on his cock sent shivers of pleasure down his spine, but he stopped himself before he allowed his cock to do his thinking for him.
He backed away and put his head on her shoulder, nuzzling her cheeks.
"Why do you ask?" he said, even though he already knew the reason.
"You stole me." She said, "In the True North, when a man steals a woman and she accepts him, they become husband and wife. But… I might not have read as many books as you did, Domeric, but I know that things are different in South. And I know that you still don't consider yourself to be married to me even though I do."
Saying this, she turned around in his lap so that she could stare into his eyes.
He cupped her cheek, barely holding in the urge to kiss her once again and then take her right then and there, but he used Occlumency, and most of the emotions went away.
He took a deep breath and deposited her away from his lap so that they would be sitting in front of each other, and he said.
"You're right. Because of how dangerous and chaotic the True North is, things like marriage have to be based on who is the strongest. But things here are different. Here, the world is much more stable, and boys can court girls over a longer period of time and try to impress the girl with their wealth, skills, strength, and other such things."
"Why not just take the girl if you want her?" Ygritte said even though she had seen enough of his people's culture by now to know that such an action would not go well with either the girl or her family."
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