AN: I have been thinking of pics to help visualise the girls. I don't know if that's possible to upload those on FFN. But just google the model Cristy Ren for a general idea of how I imagine Nora.
"Craster." Jon cautiously greeted. "You're… back."
He had no doubt that this was the man who locked in the cellar and being raped like a slave. But everything else about him was different, especially the eyes.
"You want ride over river." He said in broken Common Tongue.
"We do." He answered with narrowed eyes. Mya and Munda stepped up to stand by his side, but Craster's eyes remained on him.
"It will be… provided."
"And the price?"
Craster stayed silent and Leila cut in, "We can decide it later."
What a strange way to negotiate. Agree to provide the service before deciding the price. What if I refuse to pay more than a log of wood?
He looked at Leila and tried to convey "You really expect me to believe this shit?"
If the different coloured eyes, the speech deficiency hadn't already given it away, the look of helpless frustration she returned would have settled it.
Craster had been body jacked by some skinchanger, and his wives were helping the imposter pass off as him, while keeping him locked up when the skinchanger left his body.
I suppose that explains how they've managed to maintain the charade of Craster still ruling the Keep.
It would have been funny if the situation was not so horrifying.
He exchanged a glance with Nella, who nodded at him.
This must be the new monster she was talking about. I suppose the interrogation wasn't necessary after all.
Still, he needed to know what this guy wanted and where he came from that he didn't even know Common.
So he grabbed Nora by her ass and pulled her to his side. Her breasts squished against his chest, and he took a deliberate whiff at her neck.
The man kept staring at him with his disturbing, mossy green eyes.
"I will be taking this one and her mother with me." He said, and she squeaked at his words. Whispers broke out behind them, and in front of him, Leila's expression curdled.
For the first time, the man's gaze moved away from him and he could feel Nora shiver under the inhuman scrutiny.
"Ah.. father.. I… I…" She tried to say, confirming to Jon that the younger women didn't even know about the bodyjacking.
"Seed her." The imposter said.
"What."
"If you want her, seed her."
He looked around to make sure he wasn't misunderstanding anything.
"Right now?"
"I must see it."
He could tell that the imposter was getting annoyed by every word he was forced to speak. His expression did not change, but the tone became more gritted.
"And her mother?"
"No."
They had expected as much.
"Why not?" He asked regardless, "I have 'seeded' her in case you wanted to know."
A few gasps echoed at the blatant admission, but the statement itself did not seem to be a surprise to anyone there.
"Nella is a married woman and has her… duties here." Leila interjected. "Just because our husband allows her to fool around doesn't mean she can just up and leave."
She and Nella exchanged a heated stare.
"Isn't she a free woman?" Jon asked.
"She's not free from consequences." Leila stared at her. "Consequences for all of us."
He looked back at Nella, who nodded at him in resignation.
Trusting in her judgement and not wanting to fuck with the obviously bodystealer demon thingy, he decided to just agree to it.
"Have the Keep emptied. I'm not fucking in front of the kids."
He could tell that the woman disliked taking orders from him, but she did want the unexpected show to have more audience than it absolutely needed either.
While the pseudo secretary went about arranging things, he went to the table and helped himself to some food. When no objection came to it, he took a seat and seated Nora on his lap. Mya and Munda took their lead from him and ate, though none of them really had an appetite.
Craster, of course, did not touch the food. He did not seem carnally interested in the women either. And obviously did not care about material wealth. From his latest demand and the fandom theories, what he wanted most likely was child sacrifice of some particular bloodlines.
"Hey!" Jon whispered to Nora, who had been despondent since who she thought was her father cut her off when she tried to talk to him.
"Is he always like that?" Jon asked as he rubbed circles on her stomach from over his tunic which she was still wearing.
She hesitated for a moment, before nodding. "He's sick." She whispered back to him.
"He's a dick, is what he is." He told her sincerely, and she gave a scandalised gasp.
Jon's fingers went lower on her abdomen, still over the tunic.
"I want you to understand," he told her solemnly, "if you really don't want to come with me, then I won't force you to."
"It's not that. Ma told me that I should go, but I've never been very far from home."
"And you don't like Nella, me or Craster deciding it for you?"
She blushed and looked away.
"People keep deciding things for you, because you don't do it for yourself." Jon tried to be gentle as he said it, but it still came out as harsh.
"If you don't want them to, you'll have to change. Become more… assertive."
His hand shifted to her uncovered thighs. Despite the sun reaching high in the sky, her legs were still getting cold. So he rubbed up and down her thigh.
Her breathing was getting quicker and he sneaked his other hand up the tunic to reach her breasts. This caused her shirt to bunch up to her waist, putting her naked hips on display for all to see.
Nora squirmed as he fondled her large breasts, looking around nervously at the people watching her.
"To change yourself you must first change how you live."
Jon's fingers gave up the charade and entered her pussy, making her squeal, but he continued exploring her folds as he talked.
"what you know," slick, "what you've seen," slick, "who you've met" slick
Leila cleared her throat behind them, but he ignored it.
"You can… go ahead now." She informed them angrily.
He turned to see that some furs had been laid out in the centre of the Keep, right in the line of sight of Craster so he wouldn't have to turn his head to keep looking at them.
The thought annoyed Jon, and his fingers moved with vicious speed and her hips buckled in another orgasm, her scream of pleasure loud enough for the half a dozen women to hear who had decided to stay.
Jon spied the women who had violently raped Craster the night before, sitting excitedly in a corner, with no fear of the man sitting at the head of the table.
Picking Nora up, he stood up, then set her down in front of him, hugging her from behind.
"If you want to change, then come with me." He untied his breeches and let them fall to the ground. "If you don't mind people deciding for you, then stay that way and I'll take you with me anyways."
She made a noise of protest at the unfair reasoning, but he just pulled the tunic off of her, leaving her naked for a score of eyes to see.
"Or you can tell me to go away, and I will."
He bent her forward, still hugging her with one hand and lined his dick against her slit with the other hand.
"Say it!" He growled into her ear.
"I want you… in.. inside of me." She stuttered out, and Jon thrust inside of her, fucking her right in front of the dining table.
She cried in pain, reminding him that he had just taken her virginity and he decided to slow down until she started moaning again.
Surprisingly, that did not take very long, so he moved to the next step.
"You see those furs?"
She nodded and he gave a hard thrust. "Do you?"
"I see… them…" she answered between heavy breaths.
"Your sisters laid them out for me to fuck you on them."
Her already constricting pussy tightened further around him.
"They are waiting to see you get fucked on those furs."
"Your Ma is waiting to see you get fucked on them."
Nora orgasmed around his dick and would have fallen if not for him holding her up. He took his hands off of her body and grabbed arms, pulling them behind her like she was his prisoner. The motion sent his dick even further inside her, till he was buried to the hilt. It drew another moan from the both of them and he almost forgot about his annoyance with the bodystealer at the head of the table, and he laughed a loud and open laugh.
"Go on.. walk to those furs."
"I.. can't."
He pulled outwards, then spanked her.
"Go on," he encouraged with another thrust, "I'll support you."
She moved her legs forward one by one and he timed his thrusts with them.
Left, in out. Right, in out. Left, in out.
Nora ended up veering too much to the left, and he ended up fuck-marching her to a wall, passing close to all her sisters. He picked her up and turned her around to return to the centre, their eyes met those of Craster and her mother looking at her, and the sight made Nora's insides tighten around him in an orgasm again.
Jon spanked her again, but she simply collapsed on the ground.
"I can't go on!" She whined drowsily and he turned her head towards him to really find her out of sorts.
He grabbed her thighs and picked her up. However, his cock ended up slipping out from inside her during the motion. So he turned towards one of the girls close by who he remembered was spying on him and Nella and walked towards her, carrying the naked Nora in his arms.
Her eyes widened as he came closer, but she did not shy away.
"Put it inside her."
He asked shamelessly, the casual tone encouraging her further. She took a hold of his dick and stroked it a few times before locking her eyes with Nora, then lined him up against her sister's pussy.
Jon smiled and dropped the voluptuous girl in his dick, pushing it in balls deep. Both of them moaned in pleasure and he turned back toward the furs.
He bounced her up and down with every step as he walked forward, their groans echoing through the Keep. They reached the furs, but Jon kept walking until he reached the table and dropped her on it.
Pulling out of her, he turned Nora on her back, then thrusted back again. He picked up a pitcher of water and took a drink.
"Wait– not here!" She protested, having gathered her senses again.
He poured some water on her lips, then sprinkled a line from her face to her navel. Then he met the eyes of everyone still at the table and started fucking Nora in earnest. Her large breasts jiggled with every thrust, water droplets flying off from her wet body.
Leila made a noise of displeasure at his actions, but his eyes were stuck on Craster. The old man's expression had begun to twist with exertion, and the colour of one of his eyes flickered to brown.
Somewhere behind those cold green eyes, the real Craster was struggling in anguish, watching the man who had already confessed to fucking one of his wives, fuck his daughter on his own dining table like he owned everyone there. And there was nothing he could do about it.
Jon made a note about the extent of the imposter's control, but before he could think about anything else Nora's pussy convulsed around him, bringing him to his own orgasm. He pulled out till only the tip was inside her vagina and let go, filling her channel with his sperm.
There was a scrape of chair and he saw one of the women helping Craster back into the cellar, the man holding his head, trying to retain control of his body.
…
Nella watched the monster return her father's body to the prison and sighed in relief. He had never seen it have so much trouble controlling Craster, not since it had first done it on the night Craster had attacked her and her runaway sisters.
She shook her head and hurried over to check on her daughter, who was twitching intermittently, still laying on the table, and dried the cold water off of her.
Besides them, Jon was still looking at Craster's retreating back until she grabbed his attention.
"I was about to yell at you for being so rough, but" she motioned at the happy expression on her daughter's face and sighed, "she seems to have enjoyed it even more."
"I will be… more assertive." Her daughter mumbled dreamily and she looked at Jon questioningly, but Jon only laughed.
Leila walked towards them as well,
"You've done what was asked. Now, leave."
Jon stroked his cock.
"Shut up. Or old hag or not, I'll fuck you too."
Leila harrumphed like a southern lady and went away.
"So that's what you were so afraid of?" Jon asked and she busied herself with putting some clothes on her daughter as she wondered just how much she could tell him.
Every woman in the know had agreed to keep Craster's condition and the sacrifices they made a secret. Normally, she would not have told him anything at all. But Jon Snow was anything but normal.
She had learnt that the day the monster had awoken in Craster's body, something that it rarely did unless they had to pretend in front of some visitors, and told them that Jon Snow was coming. And that they had to give him whatever assistance he needed to travel northwards.
That was what had made her ask to join him. For if it was with him, perhaps they'd let her and her daughter go. It was a small hope, but the alternative could be worse. There was only so long that she could delay before Nora would be brought into their secret arrangement.
"Yes. That's him." She confirmed it to Jon.
"And does he demand the same things from you that Craster did?"
To lay with Craster and send their first son to live with the monster for a few years, that was their agreement. Fostering, it had called it.
Nella sighed at the thought. When they had first agreed to the arrangement, she had not thought much of it. Laying with Craster was all that they had known. And the monster had changed their dynamic so much that they could go to their father whenever they felt like it. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Take out all the anger they had.
Yet, it was not an option for Nora. She was simply… too kind. More willing to get treated roughly herself than to mistreat someone else. Especially when she grew up thinking of Craster as a sick and distant, but not too bad a father.
And as for sending her son, she did not know what kind of mother her daughter would become. She and the eldest of her sisters had borne the pain of their sons getting mothered. This fostering would be nothing in comparison. But would the younger women see it the same way?
"Similar." She agreed. "But much more.. lenient."
Jon hummed, then went to grab his wives. "Get Nora ready for travel. We leave in a few hours."
She looked at her slowly recovering daughter and rolled her eyes. She would need the help of her sisters, but it would be done.