"I have been entirely honest." Nella broke off the kiss and spoke, rather offended.
"You have. But you've also run off the last time I asked you." She frowned, but did not contradict him.
"If there's something you can't tell me, just say it. And as long as you are honest," he nuzzled into her neck, his hands on her arse, and whispered, "I'll take your daughter and protect her from all that'd seek to harm her."
"Your word?" She murmured, her breath hitching as he nipped at her skin.
Jon smiled and let his hand hike up her dress, and got to his knees.
"My oath." He promised and licked at her pussy. His tongue quested inside her quim and the woman's knees buckled.
He was quick to hold her up by her thighs and carry her to the rock he had sat upon. Laying her down, he went back to work, his tongue, and then later his fingers, extracting cries of pleasure from her.
It wasn't long before the pent up woman orgasmed, squealing as her hips buckled several times before stilling.
There was a similar noise from behind him and he turned around to see Nora squatting with her dress bunched up over her hips and his younger wife's fingers in her pussy.
"Getting a taste, Munda?" He laughed.
She flushed with both pride and embarrassment.
"The cow wouldn't let me do it to her. But this one has no resistance to anything."
Jon considered the orgasming girl in front of him, until the aforementioned cow spoke up.
"We're getting an audience." Mya motioned with her head towards a couple women who were peeking at them from behind the Keep.
Then she turned to Munda and snarked, "Not that it'd stop you from debauched things to another woman, bitch."
Munda smirked suggestively and fingered Nora harder.
Mya blushed at that and turned away.
This had become a point of contention since he had made Munda play with Mya's pussy in their first threesome. Once the lust had settled she'd said she didn't want to do it again.
But the reason for her embarrassment was that when things got steamy again in their next threesome, she had willingly gone and sat on Munda's face and ride her mouth to an orgasm.
Only to decry the act again the next day.
Clearing his mind from distractions, Jon turned to Nella, who had lifted herself to a sitting position, and asked,
"Is that a problem for you?"
"Hah." She only laughed. "If they want to look, let them look. They are also free to ignore us if they want to."
Jon smiled and went to kiss her again.
…
Nella smiled into the kiss and pulled her dress up to her chest. Jon caught on and together they pulled it over her, barely breaking the kiss.
Neither had said it, but she knew that this wouldn't end without her and their mysterious visitor going all the way through. Not that she'd have it any other way. That queer thing he had done with his tongue on her womanhood, needed to be rewarded after all.
"Freedom, huh?" He asked, embracing her close, the unnatural warmth of his body keeping the cold at bay. "Even for freefolk, you value it quite a lot."
She peppered kisses on his chest, admiring the hard muscles and running her hands over his nipples. He moved his right hand to grab her ass, groping her breast with his left.
"I have never truly had it." She admitted. Those few years when she was on the run with a babe in her stomach were the closest she had to freedom. And even then the fear of Craster stuck to her like chains on a kneeler.
Jon lined his dick against her slit and sucked on her teats. She waited for him to enter her, but he asked a question instead,
"The monster you spoke of, is it close by?"
She felt both annoyance and fear at the question. She groaned in complain, but before she could complain with words, he entered her with a quick thrust.
The breath she had gathered to complain turned into a lewd moan. His outward motion was not nearly as quick.
"Is it close by?" He repeated after the next thrust.
"More than I'd like." She answered. "But not in the way you'd think."
Jon quickened his pace, thinking deeply over her answer.
It was one thing to appreciate his cocksize when she had him in her hands or mouth, another entirely to feel it make a mess of her insides. Even more, she was certain that he hadn't even hilted inside her yet.
The next question came when she was on the edge, and he slowed down.
"Is it a White Walker?"
"What?"
"An Other. A Cold One."
No, she knew what that was. It was just too.. outlandish.
"No," She grunted. "Are they, ohh, real?"
"I'm trying to find out." He answered and quickened his pace again, and she came around his dick.
Jon slowed down for her orgasm. One of his hands moved to her neck and the other to a breast. Her own hands pawed at his back, using the leverage to match his motions.
"Why Nora, urgh, in particular?"
"What?" She asked again, breathily. If he wanted answers he'd have to ask more clear questions.
"The other women– are in no hurry– to get away." He clarified between thursts.
What could she say to that? Compared to what Craster did to them, or what another tribe might do to them without the monster to protect them, the price they had to pay was small.
At least for those who could harden their hearts and make the tough choices.
"Nora can't. Make the tough choices." She told Jon what she thought she could get away with telling. "Can't hurt someone, for her own benefit."
"Mmm." Jon moaned, quickening his pace till his balls slapped against her ass, making clapping sounds.
She heard giggles from where her sisters were enjoying the show.
Her lover took hold of her hips and raised it in the air and got faster still and Nella screamed out another orgasm. To their side, Mya and Nora orgasmed as well, though she knew not in what position.
Jon pulled out from inside her, and stroked his member until large bursts of his pale seed fell on her, covering her stomach and breasts.
It took a moment for her to get her head back straight and her breathing steady. She looked to the side to find the three girls in various states of undress. Her daughter was laying on her back, the blonde wolf-girl licking at her pussy and the brunette tall one making Nora lick hers as she sat on her face.
She saw Jon lay down beside her and reminded him.
"It's your turn now."
"Yes. I'll let you two accompany me." He promised.
"And if I can't leave with you? Will you still take Nora?"
He looked deep into her eyes.
"Will they not let you go?"
She smiled sadly.
"I know too much. My plan was to perhaps sneak after you in the night, but they'll never let me go willingly."
He let out a disbelieving laugh at her audacity.
"It scares me, the things a mother would do for her child."
It took them a while to get themselves passably presentable. Though Nora's dress had gotten wet from ground and Jon had decided to let her wear his tunic, which reached down to cover her hips.
So when they returned to the Keep, it was with Nella looking obviously well-fucked, Nora wearing little aside from Jon's tunic and Jon, of course, bare chested.
He pushed open the doors and froze at the sight of the person sitting at the head of the table.
"Craster." He said in disbelief.
"Visitor." The old man greeted, his green eyes assessing them with clinical detachment. "You've been… enjoying my hospitality."
AN: I'm reasonably sure where I'm going with