"Tormund? Tormund Giantsbane?" Jon's entire demeanor changed from easy confidence to manic and he grabbed Ryk's tunic. "The wildling chief who fights under Mance Rayder?"
He shook Ryk by his collar until he said yes. Then Jon turned to Munda and she shivered under his gaze.
"Hey!" She protested. "What are you looking at?!"
"The gods' answer to my prayers." He answered so seriously that she had to blush.
"Myron, tie up the man. We are taking the girl with us."
"Oh, alright." The mouthy one hurried to comply at his commanding tone and tied Ryk up with his own breeches.
"Now, then." He came and leaned over her, "You are going to tell me everything about your father's camp."
"Like hell I will!" She spat.
"And you'll tell me everything about the people who came here with you." His eyes narrowed. "They must be here with you in a nearby house."
Munda froze, She couldn't let him find her brothers. Torwynd would squeal everything!
"Wait, no! They left! It's only me here!"
"We should look just to be sure." Myron added from the side, and Munda glared at him. She had to delay them. Maybe Toregg will find her and beat these people. Or Torwynd will find out and run away with the boys.
"Wait!" She shouted. "I will tell you, but you have to steal me first!" She might have been pent up from Ryk if that was her first idea.
The two exchanged looks, Myron looking hesitant.
"How do we know you won't just lie to us?" Myron asked.
"I can't. Once you steal a woman she becomes loyal to you. It's the rules!"
Myron looked skeptical, but Jon shrugged.
"It makes as much sense as anything. If there was no rule, women would just kill their kidnapper in their sleep."
"Is this Tormund guy even important?" Myron grumbled.
"Very." Jon answered before she could. Whoever this Jon was he was no fool, and quite strong. "He is trusted by Mance. A bit like the Hand of the King, I would say."
Myron breathed in sharply. That title sounded stupid but it must have been important.
"Alright." Myron nodded decisively. "Fuck her."
"Are you sure?"
"I am. I came here looking for a purpose, risking everything. This is nothing."
Jon turned to her, and started stripping. She just realized that he was very lightly dressed to begin with.
"You could just tell me what I want." He said, as he stroked his dick. It was almost as long as Ryk's. Wait, no. It's getting bigger. Much bigger.
She finally realized what Myron had meant by calling Ryk thin. Munda had always thought she preferred big cocks, but for the first time in her life she was wondering if a cock could be too big.
"Hey, Munda." The dick came closer. "I said, you can still just answer my questions."
"But then I couldn't get fucked by that." She murmured.
"What?"
"I said I can't disobey my father unless you steal me. It's the rules!"
He climbed over her and tried to kiss her, but Munda slashed at his chest with her nails.
"You, bitch!" Myron shouted and Munda backtracked.
"Wait, I have to fight back or it's not real stealing. It's the rules!"
"I really hate your rules." Myron shot back, but Jon's laughter cut them off.
He smirked at her and it made her feel warm between her legs.
"Have you ever heard of a piledriver?"
"A what?" She asked but Jon only grabbed her legs and lifted them up. Then lifted them higher. And higher still, until she had to use her hands just to support her head.
"Wa– wait. What are you going?"
He spread her legs and rubbed her pussy, feeling it's wetness, then lined his dick against her slit.
"This is called" he drove down into her, "a piledriver!"
"Nngghh" she grunted at the motion, never having realized that she could feel so full.
She looked up her chest to see that he was only a third of the way in.
"No way."
"So tight." Jon moaned as he pulled back then drove back in.
It went in even deeper and he pulled back in another slow stroke.
She belatedly remembered that she had to fight back and batted at his leg weakly.
Jon lowered his hands from her heels to thighs and let her heels fall towards her head. Her knees bent before she could be folded entirely in half, and knees reached her covered breasts.
"Uwaah!" She was perplexed at the weird position. Not even animals fucked like this. These southerners, just how debauched are they?
With a better grip on her, Jon picked up the pace and her pleasure increased.
"Damn, these thighs! They have just the right amount of meat." Munda moaned, just as much from his words as from the pounding. "It's like the gods built them for me to grab on to as I fucked you."
She was orgasming before she knew it.
Jon laughed, holding her quivering body, and she looked away in embarrassment.
That proved to be a mistake as her eyes landed on Ryk. The mouthy one had put a gag in his mouth, but he spoke plenty with just his eyes.
She wanted to tell him that she was just delaying Jon, until someone found them. But then Jon's balls slapped against her ass and she forgot all about excuses.
It's your own fault, she wanted to tell Ryk. You didn't steal me before Jon. You were too weak to stop Jon. You even used a weapon and still lost. Laid low by a single punch, it's your own fault.
She turned her attention back to Jon, forgetting the words Ryk's eyes relayed. And focusing on the pleasure she felt alongside each moan and grunt from Jon.
They sang together, a song of pleasure and strength, and it was so much more than when she and Ryk sang together.
Jon lifted her legs again, then twisted to the left, lifted his right leg and passed it over her pussy to the other side.
She was between his legs just as much as he was between her legs. It felt so intimate.
Then he drove into her deeper than ever before. His balls slapped against her clit, and she came again.
"Gods, this ass. It's like I just sink into them!"
Jon himself shivered and pulled out of her. She whined in complaint at the emptiness, untill Jon spilled his all over the outside of her pussy.
He let her legs fall and she just laid there on her back, panting from exertion. Jon climbed over her till their eyes were at a level and asked,
"Do you remember what we agreed upon?"
Take him to her father? Sure. She nodded dumbly.
Jon looked around the hut.
"You probably can't move your legs right now. Once you can, go get your things. We will leave on the morrow."
ill leave on the morrow."
She nodded again. What choice did she have? Let Ryk try and steal her again? With the mess Jon's dick had made of her insides, would she even feel his dick?
Jon kissed her harshly and this time her hands went around his back instead of trying to attack him.
They only broke off when they heard a thud and looked to see that Myron had hit Ryk up the head using his own club.
"Myron?" Jon asked.
"He was thrashing too much!" He defended himself.
Jon got up and went to look him over. "He will be fine. Should be." He still gave Myron a skeptical look.
"Don't look at me like that. It was a mercy. Did you even realize what you were doing to him?"
Jon backed off. "Urgh, no." He admitted, then turned to her.
"You were not very close, were you?"
"Not very." She answered, but he saw the lie in her words.
"Oh, well. If I apologize it'll only make things worse." He ran his hands through his hair, then came and helped her to her feet.
AN: The idea of Mya Stone in the Night's Watch comes from the ao3 fanfic "Burn Them All" by KnightsRook. And I hope the cuckolding did not come as a surprise to anyone who read the previous chapter. Give me your thoughts on Munda because we'll be seeing a lot more of her.