Jon was combing Proudfoot's hair as the three garons snacked on their food when the footsteps came towards him. He saw one of the women from earlier approach him. He had shared no word with her, but he had observed. Nella, she had been called, a homely woman easily in her thirties. She was carrying water in a bucket that she poured into a waterhole for the horses to drink. He watched as she brought the bucket to Proudfoot letting him drink some leftover water.
"Jon." She tasted his name. "Are you not too young to be carrying around two wives over rivers and through forests?"
He looked her over. She was pretty despite her age, with large brown eyes, pale skin and a gaunt face under her dark hair. Though the colourings were mostly the same among all the women of the Keep. However they had differentiated themselves greatly with the dresses they wore. The fabric of their dresses seemed reused, but they were extensively decorated with embroidery, likely done personally,
"I carry them nowhere." Jon answered. "We go where we wish, and they ride by my side as much as I ride by theirs."
"They've said as much, and have sung great praises of your strength when my daughter asked how they kept safe during their travels." She walked around him, admiring his form.
"These lands are so large that you barely meet anyone." He shrugged. "It seems that you do not travel much that way."
"I don't." She admitted, stopping in front of him. "I have barely left this Keep in years. Had I your strength," she ran her hand over his thin tunic, groping his biceps, "I could go wherever I wished."
"You should." He said, rather confused. "There's much to see beyond these lands."
What is she doing? Even if Craster isn't here would he not find out?
"Tell me, Jon. Are those wives of yours, those young things, able to please you?" She asked, getting suddenly close to him, her bosom touching him.
"Are you saying that you are?"
Her hand went to his pectorals, delighting in their firmness. And Jon reciprocated, his hands grabbing her waist and roaming towards her chest.
She almost stepped back in surprise at his touch, as if not expecting that he would reciprocate. Then started to take pleasure from his touches.
"I've forgotten more about how to please a man than your young wives likely know." She answered, her eyes clouding from lust as his hands reached her breasts.
He bent down and kissed her, one of his hands going to her ass. When their kiss broke he pulled back and remarked,
"Skills that you've gained from pleasing Craster."
She frowned, her hands stopping on his ass where she had started to grope him.
Jon kissed her chin, then traced kisses down her neck, trying to get her talking again.
"Does it bother you?" She asked, attesting to the efficacy of his ministrations. "That I'm wed to my father?"
He considered the bitterness in her words and replied into her throat.
"No, it does not."
He could feel her surprise in the hitch of her breath and continued,
"You are a free woman no matter your father or husband." He turned her around and pressed her ass to his groin.
"You are free to fuck whoever you want."
His hands sneaked under her dress, playing with her breasts and vagina in a motion that he had gotten a lot of practice in. And the older woman's hands went between them and pulled down his breeches, freeing his dick.
"It's Craster's own fault that you are so hungry for another cock." He declared, his fingers exploring her wet folds, making her moan.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a girl spying on them, but when their eyes met he saw her run away.
Nella turned her face towards him and he took the opportunity to capture her lips in another kiss. Deciding that she was primed enough for some questions, he increased the pace of his fingers.
"But still," he continued, timing his words with a flick to her clit. "I do need to know if Craster will try to kill me for this."
Nella moaned in pleasure, her lips widening in a grin.
"He won't be killing anyone. Ever." She answered with satisfaction.
We'll, that's not ominous at all.
Jon's thumb batted her clit one more time and Nella shuddered to an orgasm in his arms.
"You're not a bad lover yourself, Jon." She said and went to lift her dress, but Jon pointed at his dick and grinned.
"Won't you show me those amazing skills of yours?"
She grinned at the challenge, her expression a picture of lust, and got to her knees. She took his length in her hands and peppered it with kisses. And Jon thought about what he had learnt.
The hunting story was obviously a lie. Craster's wives had done something to him, and the old paedophile was likely dead. That left him still needing to cross the river.
Curiously, the girl had returned with three of her friends, all watching attentively.
Jon groaned as Nella took him inside her mouth, her tongue moving in motions that made it difficult for him to care about whether anyone was watching.
He put his hands on her head, entangling his fingers amidst her hair, much longer than Mya, who had only recently stopped disguising herself as a man, and even Munda, who was too much of a tomboy to be comfortable with overly long hair.
She had started with one hand on the base of his cock, stroking up and down, and the other on his thigh, as her lips moved up and down his shaft. But it did not seem to suit her and she moved both hands to his cock to better manoeuvre her tongue around it.
He felt his dick jerk from her technique, and he knew that she felt it too. One of her hands moved to his balls, caressing them appreciatively and her lips moved to make up for the absence. She bobbed up and down, taking him deeper in with every turn, surprising Jon with how deep she could go.
"Amazing," he groaned. "No one has ever gone that deep on me before."
Her movements had started very aggressive. For a man with a smaller dick, it would have been too rough. But with Jon's size she simply could not keep up that pace without her motions becoming very choppy. So Nella was forced to take longer, deeper thrusts, instead of the quick, jerky thrusts that she seemed more used to.
Jon theorised from their interaction that Craster was either smaller than him, or Nella had not been as concerned with pleasing him as she was with him.
Then came the moment that his dick actually entered her throat and he knew that he would not last long before he came. He was forced to brace himself against a wooden pillar just to keep himself standing.
He could tell that she really was putting in a lot of effort as well. Nella had moved both her hands to his thighs, grabbing onto them as she fucked her face on his dick. If Mya or Munda had done this, he knew that they'd be struggling to breathe by now, but Nella had regulated her breathing and was able to inhale through her nose without disrupting the deep throat.
"By the gods, you're sucking me dry!"
And to his surprise, she finally managed to take in the entirety of his dick. Her throat massaged his tip and her lips kissed his base in a way that no lips had ever before. Soon enough, with only a grunted warning he was cumming.
Jon's cock twitched once, twice, thrice, and he emptied himself in her throat, then pulled her off of him.
She sat down on her ass, massaging her jaw. And Jon too let himself slide down the pillar to the ground.
"You really weren't lying about your skills." He complimented.
"Heh," She smirked, her eyes filled with pride and satisfaction. And something that looked surprisingly like desperation. "How about it then? Let those girls of yours go their way and I'll take care of pleasing you from now on."
The offer came out of nowhere and she continued before he could reply.
"I'll even bring my daughter along. A pretty little thing and still a maiden, though I have taught her all I know. I figure a man like you will be able to satisfy two women at a time."
"Did you not understand what I told you? Mya and Munda are going where they want. They can leave me anytime
they wish. There is no 'letting go' with them."
Nella stared at him, then sighed. "You really are different."