"Do you think we are almost there?" Jon shouted to Mya sitting behind him.
Flying on a dragon was amazing. It was also crazy cold at the height he was flying. So cold in fact that only he, and a lot less comfortable Mya, could handle flying in the True North.
"How the hell would I know?" Mya shouted back against the strong winds. "It's all forest down there!"
The Haunted Forest was as large as some great lord's domain and utterly unfamiliar to them. And while there was more than just forest down there, it didn't really look like it from this far up. The only landmark they had to follow was the Wall and they tried to fly parallel to it, having been doing it for hours.
And it was still better than flying over the sea.
Soon enough, Cannibal descended and he wanted to guide it to a clearing. But the dragon wouldn't listen, and he and Mya focused on holding on to the saddle-less dragon as it landed on top of an auroch.
With a lot of shouting he got Cannibal to stay still as they descended and made camp. The dragon ate its meal and laid down to rest, tired from its first real exercise after many decades.
"I'm surprised it let us share in the meat." Mya commented, chewing on the auroch beef.
"I think I have it convinced that it needs to feed us so we can help it defeat its enemies."
Communicating with the dragon was not an exact science and he was left to guess its moods and share what he wanted using his own emotions. They did not have the traditional dragonbond, and he could not just make it obey, but Cannibal was a simple beast with very simple desires. As long as it was fed and not put in danger, it did not mind going along with what he wanted.
Jon chewed on his own steak and Mya moved closer to him and asked,
"I hope you understand what it means now that we have a dragon?"
"It's debatable that we really have it, but I understand." He sighed. "The Targaryens will not stop until they have it under their own control or dead. I would either need to submit to them or be in conflict against them. Ignoring them like they have ignored me is no longer an option."
He looked at the bloodthirsty smile on Mya's face and continued,
"But then again, I have the feeling that you would not want it any other way."
Her grin widened and she jumped on him. Jon groaned as his back met the ground and his food fell to the side.
"They have been ruining the seven kingdoms for too long, Jon! Don't you realise it?" Mya straddled his waist. "The Vale, the North, the Riverlands, everywhere I have been was full of outlaws and nobles at each other's throats."
"I understand that." He had recovered Jon's remaining memories after the effects of aphrodisiac had worn off. Though he had rarely been allowed to travel far from Winterfell, looking back on it, there were plenty of signs that the North was constantly very tense. Its worst instance was the memory of a harvest feast. He was generally not allowed in those, but that year there were some arguments and Lord Stark had brought him in to make some statement that he still did not understand.
What he did understand was the title Roose Bolton was introduced with.
'Warden of the North.'
Unlike the other usual titles of Lord Stark, the title of Warden was one that was granted by the Iron Throne and was nowhere near as powerful as that of the Lord of Winterfell who had control over the entirety of The North, but it was still a sign of support from the Crown that had resulted in battle lines being drawn among the Lords of the North.
Such hostility had resulted in a rise in banditry, partly because the lords could not coordinate and bring down the outlaws, and partly because some lords were secretly financing them.
"I understand that well enough." Jon repeated to Mya, then grabbed her hips and twisted until she was on the ground and he was on top of her.
"But that's no reason to make me drop my food."
He picked up the steak, shook his head and threw it towards where Cannibal was eating.
Below him Mya was shrugging off her furs and unbuttoning her tunic. Being a good husband, he went ahead and helped her, then picked her up by the hips. She kissed him harshly as he carried her to their tent groping her asscheeks. He kneeled down and tried to lay her down, but she pushed him to the furs again.
"Well aren't you excited?" He asked as she dug her hands under his breeches, pulling out his hard cock.
"Can you blame me?" She asked, stroking his dick. "For the first time in years I have some way of getting back at the Targaryens and making things better for the people back home."
"And you got to kill those men."
She laughed.
"They had it coming."
She helped him out of his breeches and he stripped out of his own tunic.
"But you did enjoy it."
"Very much."
She agreed and took him in her mouth. He pulled her hips towards his face and returned the favour. But neither of them had the patience for a foreplay. So as soon as she judged him sufficiently lubricated, she shrugged off the rest of her clothes and straddled his dick.
Jon would have been surprised when she took him all the way in, but he had seen just how wet she was before he had even gone down on her.
They both groaned in pleasure and their hands started exploring each other.
"You will do it, won't you?" She grunted, her hands on his chest helping support her as she bounced.
"Go to war?" He thrusted up to meet her, drawing a cry from her.
"You haven't seen the villages back in Vale, Jon. It's like they are already at war."
"You have never seen war, Mya."
He winced as her nails dug into his pectorals.
"You have a dragon, Jon. There won't be much of a war."
"Dragons are not known for improving a situation."
He grabbed her wrists and pulled them over his head. Mya's nails left bloody marks on him, but she lost her balance and fell forward towards him.
"Especially not a half wild dragon."
He punctuated his words with quick thrusts up into her pussy.
His right hand wrapped around back, grabbing her right tit from behind. With his left hand holding her hands captive he fucked her into an orgasm.
She groaned into his chest, her orgasming cunt pulsating around him, and Jon felt his own release coming. He grabbed her ass and lifted her off of his dick before cumming.
"Is that it, then?" She asked, lifting herself on her elbows with her hands still in his grip.
"You won't do anything?"
He raised an eyebrow, not dignifying her words with a response and groped her with the hand still on her breasts. It did not take long for her to avert her eyes in embarrassment.
"No, of course I won't do nothing." He said trying to keep his words calm and breaths steady after the exertion.
He flipped them over till he was on top again and entered her.
She moaned as he started fucking her again and breathed out.
"Yes, of course, you won't."
Jon kissed her and they shared spit until they had to break for oxygen.
"Let's try it on a smaller scale first." They made love at a slower pace as they talked.
"Do you mean here?"
"Hmm" he agreed and they kissed again.
"The women, the Greenseer, those men from Skagos. If we can use the dragon to improve the lives of these people, I will know that I can use it to improve things in the south as well."
They continued like that, alternatively making love and making plans late into the night until they realised that they had forgotten to feed Genji.
So Jon found the steak that he had dropped earlier and went to release their prisoner from the furs he had been wrapped in like a Christmas gift, both to keep him constrained and to keep him warm during the trip.
Unlike his two brothers, Genji had saved Mya's life, even if only for his ulterior motives. For that, they had decided to let him live for the moment, but had taken him hostage for the good behaviour of his remaining brothers.