"Did we really need to do this so late at night?" Myron asked, back in her men's clothes, though not the black ones given the reputation rangers had among wildlings in general, and a sword at her hip.
"We are not doing anything. Just taking a look, paying our respects, and having a drink." Jon raised his cup towards the hulking white tree.
Mya, he knew, would not have been so bothered if the cup contained alcohol instead of blood.
"Well, get on with it then." She surreptitiously looked around them. There were huts under its canopy, but given its sheer size, that still left plenty of open space.
Jon went and sat near its ancient face. Not too close and not too far. About as far as you would sit if you were speaking to a man, not to a tree. Then he started praying,
"O, gods of the earth, show me the path that I seek. O, gods of the sky, clear the view so I can find what I seek. O, gods of the trees, share with me the knowledge you have bore witness for a thousand years. O, gods of the rivers, help me flow over all the stones in my path."
He poured the blood near its mouth and dropped the last piece of bread he had left over from the south.
"O, gods of my blood, show me the one who shares my blood and has worshiped you for a hundred years."
There was some kinship between the Starks and Blackwoods, so he figured that went doubly for him and his target.
Jon waited for something to happen, but nothing did. So he sighed and walked away.
"Well?" Myron caught up to him, "Did it work?"
"It's just a prayer, not a magical ritual." He paused. "Probably not a magical ritual."
"Maybe you should have used better blood?"
Jon smiled and held her hand. "You were so queasy at the thought of blood sacrifice. And now you are advising me how to do it."
Mya pouted. "I'm just saying. If you want the Old Gods to show you to your blood, maybe you shouldn't have used sheep's blood. What if they show you the way to another sheep."
"Then we shall be well fed." Jon answered. "Alright. First of all, don't say 'Old Gods'. In these lands there are no 'New Gods', so the 'Old Gods' are just 'Gods'."
Myron nodded, understanding the importance of not looking any more out of place than they already were.
"Second of all, it's not that literal. I made the prayer, If someone saw me and wants to help me, they will. If they didn't, then they won't."
"Maybe you should have tried kneeling. The Septons in Vale always did that."
Jon smirked. "I can do some kneeling when we get back to bed."
Mya blushed. She had a particular weakness to whenever he connected religion to sex.
"Wait." Jon called and stopped suddenly.
"What is it?" Myron was instantly alert.
"Can't you hear it?"
"Hear what?"
"There's a fight." Jon said and ran, forcing her to follow.
…
Things could be going better, Munda thought as Ryk tried to haul her over his shoulder and escape.
Little Dryn tried to tackle him from behind, which only made him stumble, but that was enough opportunity for Munda to push herself off of him.
"Torwynd!" She shouted for her brother, as she watched Ryk knee Dryn in the stomach and throw him to the side.
"What?" Torwynd asked as he went and helped Dryn. Dormund took the opportunity to try and jump on Ryk's back.
"Come and protect my virtue!" She answered.
"Why? I have seen you two try and eyefuck each other too many times. Why should I get my face bashed in when you're gonna fuck him anyway?"
Ryk laughed at that.
Torwynd was just impossible. The more fight they put up to protect her, the more valuable Ryk would think her as. Everyone knew that! But he had to go and ruin her stealing!
"You're embarrassing me!" She called as little Dormund too was thrown to the side, likely out for the count.
"Looks like it's just you and me now, Munda." Ruk taunted and lunged for her.
She didn't try to dodge, knowing that he was faster than her. Instead, she slashed at him with her nails, leaving red marks on his face.
"Hey!" He backed off. "No weapons!"
"It's just my hand, stupid!" She tried to attack him again, but he caught her arms.
"I've got you now." He declared and pulled her onto his shoulders again. Dryn and Dormund shouted in protest, but Ryk had already carried her out of the house.
Munda beat against his back, making him grunt.
"If Toregg was here, he would have laid you flat." She told him, remembering her eldest brother.
"If Toregg was here," Ryk laughed as he groped her ass, "I wouldn't have tried this at all."
Munda frowned at that. You were supposed to face a real challenge when you stole a woman. In a way, Ryk had done that by defeating three of her brothers. But Dryn and Dormund were practically babies and Torwynd would give up after the smallest beatings.
But, if she kept waiting for a man to come and defeat her eldest brother or, gods forbid, her father, she would be waiting for a long time.
Besides, she admired Ryk and how quick and vicious he was. And of course, the rumors of his large cock.
It seems the groping was making her aroused now.
So she freed her arm from where he had tried to constrain her against his body and drove an elbow into his back.
Ryk dropped her to the ground, barely inside the hut he had gotten for himself, and her breath was knocked out of her lungs. She couldn't see any of the original residents around and guessed that he probably paid for them to be busy elsewhere for the night. She focused again to see that Ryk had taken off his breeches and she got her first look at Longspear's long spear.
It was as long as her palm and thicker than her fingers. She salivated at the thought of it reaching places inside her that her fingers never could.
He moved to take off her breeches and she let him. With his hands stuck pulling the furs off of her, she kicked him in the face. Ryk came back and twisted her legs.
"So feisty," he smiled at her.
"Hurry up, you fool. Or I will kick you again."
He took her breeches off and she shivered in excitement. Her eyes focused on Ryk's dick as he started stroking it.
Then he wasn't in front of her anymore.
Munda blinked and the arousal cleared from her mind and she saw a tall man standing over her with a fist extended. A look to the side showed her that Ryk had fallen on the ground.
For a moment she thought it was Toregg, but only a moment. Her brother was not half as comely as this man.
"Rapist filth." He murmured, making her frown, then turned to her, "Get to safety, my lady."
She kicked him in the shin, but all it did was make him wince. He stepped away from her, eyeing both her and Ryk, who was trying to get up.
"Fuck are you doing, attacking us like that?!" She demanded.
Another man, shorter and slimmer, came running behind him, breathing heavily.
"Jon was saving you, you ungrate!" The newcomer cursed.
Ryk stood up, grabbing a log but still disoriented from the punch, and his assailant raised a hand as if to ward off the angry half naked man.
"Wait!" The now named Jon called out, "You are not getting raped?"
Munda scoffed and tried to cover her lower half with her discarded furs, drawing the man's attention to her naked legs.
"I am unwed, you fools." She cursed back. "You can't rape an unwed girl."
That only confused the two newcomers, before Jon finally sighed.
"Right, right. Rape weddings. I suppose if you are not wed, that's… just a wedding?"
"What are you, a kneeler?" Ryk asked suspiciously.
"Look, it was just a mistake. I thought someone was in trouble and Myron just followed me" He ignored Ryk's question. "We will leave you to your… roleplay."
"Oh, someone is in trouble, and it's you!" Ryk screamed, embarrassed to have been sucker punched in front of her.
Even she knew that boys don't like that. And now that it was about pride, she couldn't help him either. So she decided to just keep an eye on the shorter guy.
"I am Longspear Ryk, and you'll pay for that!"
Myron giggled like a girl.
"What? You think that's funny?" Ryk demanded.
"No, your name is Longspear. But that," Myron pointed at his dick "is not much of a spear."
"What? You've got a bigger member?"
Myron giggled again.
"Haha! You might have length, but it's as thin as a finger. Say, when you're inside a woman does she ask, 'Is it in, yet?'"
Jon put a hand on Myron's mouth before he could say any more, but Ryk was already lunging towards them. Jon pushed the mouthy one to the side and dodged the log coming down on him. Ryk tried again but he caught the improvised weapon and pulled the half naked man towards himself. Then laid him flat with a punch.
"Don't try to get up, either of you." Jon warned, turning his gaze to her.
"Hey!" Ryk called out from the floor. "Don't lay a finger on Munda. Her father is Tormund, even kneelers should know of Tormund."
Munda felt her heart warm at Ryk at trying to keep her safe even after getting beat down and rose up to help him, but that turned out to be the wrong thing to say.
AN: Guess I'll have to hurry up with the next chapter for the real smut. Chapter 6 will have double the smut to make up for it.