Sarah climbed down the stairs behind her sister and closed the cellar door.
Inside, Jon Snow was eyeing the packed food sceptically.
She could guess why. Combining this with the cattle they already had, and what they had gotten from the treaty, it really didn't seem lacking.
"What?" Ellen challenged him, and shrugged off her clothes, then stalked towards him. "It's warm here."
"It is getting quite hot." The man answered, his eyes drinking in her sister's nude body.
She decided she liked his husky voice. She would take good care of him.
"Look, I know what you're thinking." Sarah said, more gently than her sister, as she too took her clothes off.
"But this is only enough for the people we already had."
She put a hand on Jon's chest over his tunic, admiring the hardness of his muscles that Craster had lost during his captivity. His clothes were perhaps too thin, but he did not seem cold at all.
Jon Snow's eyes ran over her form, the clear lust in his eyes giving her goosebumps.
"There are a lot more mouths to feed now." Sarah appealed, more for his attention than his agreement. They didn't really need his agreement.
Ellen put a hand on his shoulder, the other on his waist and pulled off his tunic.
She couldn't help but step closer and rub her body against his front while her sister hugged him from behind.
Snow's one hand grabbed onto her ass and the other on her breasts. She smiled at that. Men all wanted the same things.
He bent down to bring his face closer to hers and it took her a moment to realise he was trying to kiss her. She couldn't remember the last time she had kissed someone, but let his lips capture hers.
Her eyes fluttered close and she couldn't decide whether to melt into his arms or push him away for making her feel this way.
But she had to focus on the plan. So she chose the first option. There was no other reason.
He picked her up by her ass, and she faltered at the loss of control. But before she could protest, he resumed talking.
"Mouths to feed?" His words were a growl that made her feel weird. "Those are your siblings."
"Siblings." He scoffed, but could not continue when he dropped her on a crate of food and his lips latched onto her nipple. She sucked in a deep breath and over Jon's shoulder she saw Ellen looking at them with a strange gleam that only barely resembled the gratuitous lust she had seen in her sister's eyes when they had visited Craster.
Jon switched to the other nipple and a moan escaped her. There was nothing wrong with it. She hadn't intended to enjoy this, but it will only help their plan. She could see that Ellen didn't disagree as her sister stepped forward and hurriedly lowered his breeches, making his hard cock swing and smack into Sarah's thigh.
Jon turned around and smirked at the kneeling woman and stepped out of the last of his clothes, pushing Sarah further up the crate she now sat on.
"I get the feeling you two are not really interested in talking anymore."
Sarah was a little distracted as Jon's hands played with her nipples, so she expected Ellen to respond to him, keep him distracted with talking, but when Ellen didn't reply she looked down to see her sister herself distracted, touching and stroking his cock. And she didn't blame her, that cock was much larger than the only other cock they had ever seen.
Was this normal? Was Craster just really small?
He grabbed his dick over Ellen's hands. Not that he needed to, for there was plenty of space that her hand could not cover. Then he lined himself against her slit.
"Ah, we are." Ellen could finally talk again. "The food will run out, and someone will need to suffer. It won't be us."
She had stopped saying things they had decided to say and was saying what they actually meant. But she had more to worry about as he entered her.
Jon Snow stretched her like their last slave never had. Her hands latched onto his shoulders for support as she moaned in pleasure. She groaned in relief when his hips met hers, except when she looked down, it had not. Jon removed his hand from the base of his dick, releasing Ellen's as well. Then grabbing her ass, he thrusted in again. The additional hand width of his appendage penetrated her deepest parts, and she cried as she came right there.
"Sarah, you?" Her sister asked, noticing her release from where she still knelt next to them. She only nodded in response.
Jon Snow pulled out and started thrusting in and out, and in her haze of pleasure, Sarah worried that their plan might not work.
They had wanted to capture him and get him to reveal how he had tamed the large beast. They had found out that the boys had been taken to attempt to tame it, and if they had the potential to do it, so could she or Ellen. Her mother had once told her that magic like that passed through blood, and if neither her nor her sisters could do it, then they would have Snow impregnate them, so the babe can do it when it grows up.
That had brought the question of how to capture him. They had seen him spar with two of his women and they could barely make him sweat working together. And they were much better fighters than her and Ellen.
So they had decided to lure him to the cellar and tire him out. If Craster was any indication, it would take at most two or three rounds before he was too tired to resist and outfight them when they would tie him down like they had Craster. Surely once they had that victory, their other sisters would gather to them, and support them.
Her thoughts came to a halt as her back hit the crate she was sitting on and she realised that her moans had been constantly ringing in the narrow space of the cellar. Jon's right hand was around his neck, where he held her down, and his left was grabbing her waist as he pounded into her.
A groan left Jon's mouth, louder than the ones he had been letting out while he plundered her depths. She focused her eyes to see that Ellen was kissing his throat, her hands running over his chest.
She smiled in gratitude towards her sister for the help. With Craster, they had needed to take turns or he would finish just too early, but it had become clear now that they needed to work together against this one. Still it was not enough.
Jon's right hand moved from her neck to her face, his thumb entered her mouth and played with her tongue. His left hand moved to her pussy and pressed on her clit, as he simultaneously thrusted deep into her. She came again, her juices gushing all around him.
Jon kept thrusting into her, but his hands left her body to move to Ellen's. She could not see it, but his right hand had to be fingering her sister's cunt, and his left was on her face, bringing her closer to kiss her lips.
She watched as her sister started to squirm, her body shaking in what she knew was an orgasm, before she almost collapsed on Jon.
The bastard pulled out from Sarah just in time to spray her front with his cum. She blinked and the two had disappeared from her view. It took her a minute to turn to her side and see them. Jon had her sister pushed against the wall and was taking her from behind.
She blinked, remembering the plan. Ellen had left some ropes here that her sister was supposed to use to restrain him, while Sarah drained him. But it seemed like their roles needed to be reversed now.
Sarah gingerly got to her feet, ignoring the pale fluid sliding down to her waist, and went to grab the rope. But as she passed the rutting couple, Jon grabbed her and pulled her towards him. As tender as her legs had become, she stumbled towards him without resistance and he pulled her in for another kiss. Then in an another exchange of roles with Ellen, his hand moved from her hand to her cunt and he fingered her while still fucking her sister into the wall.
Ellen must have realised what Sarah was planning to do, because the next moment she got more aggressive to distract Jon. She met his thrusts with her own, her hips rolling back and forth as she threw her head back in a moan.
It did succeed and Jon was forced to release Sarah, but not before giving her another orgasm that left her weak in the knees and she had to sit down. The next thing she noticed was him turning Ellen around to face him and making her kneel, before cumming all over her face and hair.
Sarah turned around, still sitting, and started to crawl towards the rope, or maybe even a club to hit him with. Unfortunately, that ended up with her on all fours, her ass facing Jon. Strong hands grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards before Jon mounted her like a dog and started rutting again.
It was his third round today, but the dragonrider showed no sign of relenting. No, the only effect evident from the previous rounds was that his dick, well-lubricated from the combined fluids of her and her sister, jack hammered her just that much faster, reaching depths that she had not thought possible.
Sarah cursed as she reached another orgasm and he pulled out from her. If the rest of their plans were not going to work, the least he could do was put a babe in her that might ride the dragon one day. But all Jon did was to cover her hair and back in his cum.
She collapsed on the ground, only the resuming of her sister's moans and the clap clap of flesh hitting flesh told her that he had returned to fucking her sister. At least she did find the ropes. And a club. She could go and bash Snow unconscious, then tie him up.
Or, she turned to stare at the blissed out expression on her sister's face, they could go another round, wait till it was her who was getting pounded and Ellen could bash him with the club. So that he would be even more tired. Yes, there was no other reason why she wanted to get another turn with his dick.
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Several minutes later, a partially dressed Jon sat on a crate and ate a fruit. Nella opened the cellar door, looked down and smirked. Then she looked behind her and shouted,
"They are down there! Come on!" and climbed down the stairs.
Following her were some upset looking women that all let out scandalised sounds at seeing the two cum covered women. Some of them scoffed in disgust and went back upstairs, only for more women to replace them, making the entire thing a spectacle.
Nella led Jon away and he broke his silence.
"You saw how it turned out. But I doubt that the sex would change their political views."
"It likely won't." She agreed. "But their entire argument was based on controlling or enslaving men. And the type of women who supported them for it, would no longer do it after seeing them in the shape you left them in."
Jon shook his head at all the political maneuvering. He still felt amazed that his and Mya's plan with Bloodraven had gone so well, but he had no delusions that his strengths did not lie in scheming.
"I must get going." He told her, perhaps more curtly than he had intended. "There's work to be done."
She frowned at his tone, but nodded.
"Yes, that saddle that you are building."
The saddle part was mostly done. He was building something like a small wooden compartment that would let people keep warm while traveling. It probably wouldn't have been a good idea for the dragons in the old days of house Targaryen, but with Cannibal being as lazy as he was and without another dragon to challenge him to battle, he was optimistic that it might last a while.
He nodded, then bid her farewell, thinking of the south. He needed to return to the Seven Kingdoms and introduce Cannibal to them. Preferably without inviting an attack.
The Targaryens were an unknown quantity to him. And while he had suspicions about the intentions of the Starks, he at least trusted that they would not try to hurt him. Still, trust but verify would be his maxim.
He needed to come as strong, but not aggressive. Unwilling to be a puppet, but ready to work with them. And he couldn't just show up in Winterfell. Not only would it give them the advantage, it would also let the whole world know about his dragon. No, he needed to be subtle.
With a thought, he summoned Redwing to him, and mentally started compiling the letter he would write.