Nella stood up and straightened her dress, then tried to walk away, but Jon caught her hand.
"What?" She asked sounding perhaps hopeful.
"Your daughter." Jon pointed to the side. "Is she one of them?"
Her head whipped to the side and panicked voices came from where the girls were hiding. He got a better look as the four young women hurried to escape, some with their clothing in disarray.
"Nora!" she called, and one of them tripped into the snow while her compatriots ran away. "Come here, right now!"
Jon suspected that if she wasn't tired from their exertions, she would have run after her daughter herself.
He rested his elbow on his knee and watched curiously, his dick still out, as Nora dragged her feet back to her mother, straightening her clothes.
Nella strode up to her and helped her get decent.
"What were you doing there? Did I not tell you not to go snooping where I don't allow you to?"
"But I am allowed in the stables?" Nora weakly defended herself. She looked a miniature of her mother, but barely older than Munda and with none of the confidence.
Her mother sighed. "Just don't go anywhere where anything strange is going on. Or I will tan your hide for it!"
She nodded fearfully.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Jon asked, standing up. His question startled her causing her to hide behind her mother.
He walked forward, his member bobbing in front of him, and he could see the girl looking at it from behind Nella.
"Why are you hiding? I have told you about cocks."
"But I've never seen one! And you never said they were that big!"
Jon laughed, "They usually aren't. Now come here." He commanded and she hesitantly obeyed.
"I asked if you liked the show?"
She nodded.
"It wasn't for free. I will have you make it up to me for it."
She squeaked and backed off towards her mother, who cuffed her upside the head.
"So will you take us with you? Nora is only being shy right now, but she'll make a good wife."
Jon grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her in close. He took hold of her chin and forced her to look into his eyes.
"The price for the show is a kiss. Will you pay it?"
She nodded, trying to look down at his penis poking against her stomach.
Jon's lips met her soft ones, his left hand pressed her closer to him and deepened the kiss. It didn't take long for her to relax in his arms and he probed her lips with his tongue.
On gaining entry, he explored her mouth with his tongue, and knocked at her tongue until she realised that she was supposed to use it. Soon enough she melted into his arms. Her breasts were larger than Mya's, who was bustier of his two wives, though her Nella was larger still.
It seemed that her mother's claims of her skills were somewhat exaggerated. If he was not wrong, this was likely her first kiss. Whatever theoretical knowledge Nella had imparted to her, there clearly was not much practice. Though it did give her a look innocent lewdness, especially with her lewd body.
But he hadn't called her to judge her seduction skills.
He broke the kiss and made her look into his eyes again.
"Do you wish to leave this place?"
"Wh- what?"
"Do you dislike this place?"
"No?" She asked confused, seemingly not having considered disliking the place.
She'd be no help. Whatever was going on, the girl was not aware of it. Frustrated, he let go of the girl and grabbed onto Nella's hand next, and pulled her to him.
"What the hell are you so terrified of, if it's not Craster? And why do you need me to take you, instead of just– leaving?! "
Nella stood stunned for a moment, then wrenched her hand away.
"Things never change." She whispered. "It's always just one monster after another."
When the two had walked away, Jon looked Proudfoot and asked,
"I don't suppose you know what that meant?"
He didn't wait for a reply. That'd be madness.
Jon returned to Mya and Munda and shared what he had found. They had gathered information as well. From what they had learnt, everyone seemed certain that they'd be given a boat and a guide to cross the river, with no need to wait for a reply from Craster.
It seemed almost certain that Craster was out of the picture and they were pretending that he was not. It had to have been a fairly recent event since they had also seen a visibly pregnant woman around, unless of course it was fathered by another visitor. But there was still some threat hanging over them.
He had just one hint left to him, which was Nella being so concerned about her daughter going to places she wasn't allowed in, even in this small a Keep. He would just have to snoop around in such places.
Thankfully, he had found a way to snoop around without being caught.
Jon settled in to sleep between Mya and Munda. It was too open for more than a few kisses, but they did share more under the covers.
…
Redwing opened his eyes, finding himself on a tree branch high above the ground. He took flight quickly and rose above the canopy. It should have taken a while to find his way back to the road he had travelled as a human and find the Keep, but he knew exactly where to go.
And so the falcon reached Craster's Keep and sneaked inside from a gap in a flap he had noticed as a human and perched himself on a log on the underside of the loft. From there he watched with the keen eyes of an avian predator.
He saw Munda and Mya take turns sleeping as they watched over his body. He watched as some of the women around them watched the guests and whispered among themselves. And he watched as two women opened the door to the cellar and entered silently.
Awaiting just such an opportunity, he silently swooped down and entered behind them. They noticed his entrance, but he was quick enough to hide among the crates of food inside that their inferior eyes could hardly make out what he was before they lost sight of him.
The cellar smelled of stored food, but also of something familiar. A look inside showed him a barely dressed old man laying on the floor, and he recognised it as the odour of humans mating.
So it did not surprise him when the two women started to undress. They played a little game with their hands and the victor went to strip the old man, while the loser pulled out some food from one of the crates to chew on.
The man struggled, but he got a kick to his ribs for the effort.
Redwing wished that he could return to the open skies, but with no way out, he was stuck listening as the women took turns mounting the man while he struggled and shouted in a voice that was muffled by some cloth. They would get him hard using their hands and mouths, then ride him till he came.
It was a relief to the falcon when the women tried to get the old man ready again, but his body failed to perform and they were forced to leave.
Redwing, ready for the moment, took flight and escaped the hellhole.
…
Jon woke up with a groan.
"Fuck."
AN: So I had just planned for Craster to be dead at the start. Maybe that'd still have been better. But I decided to incorporate it all into a bigger arc. That I haven't completed yet. Hopefully I can wrap up all the porn with a plot.