"What's wrong?" Jon asked her as they returned to the hut they had spent the last night in. "You seem distracted."
"Thinking of our new friends." She replied. "Is Munda still sulking about her father?"
"So it seems." He agreed, taking his clothes off. "I'm sure she will be fine."
It was a strange thing to think about. A wildling warlord worrying for his daughter's safety.
Mya took off her cloak, folding it carefully. "And what of her brother? He seems unlike what I expected from a wildling."
"He is, isn't he?" Jon laughed and walked towards her as she continued to undress. "He is the mind over body sort of person, and has no taste for battle." He nuzzled into her neck. "Had the boy been born in the south, he could have become a merchant."
Another peculiarity. She wondered if there were more wildlings like that, simply born on the wrong side of the Wall.
She sighed as his hands untied her trousers and pulled it down, his hardening length pressed against her bottom. Having gotten very well acquainted with his member, she no longer got surprised at his size.
"You sure he can handle the things with that rapist and the people who lent him this hut?" She asked, lifting up her hands so her tunic could be taken off. She would have preferred to do it herself.
"Longspear and him have no love lost. Gave him the name 'Torwynd the Tamer'. And the hut should be of no issue."
Jon kissed her as they explored each other's bodies, seemingly having lost patience with the conversation, and led him to the corner they had slept in.
"I noticed the… mattress?" She remarked at the construct of straws and furs.
"Best I could find on short notice." He defended as he laid down on his back and Mya went to pleasure his cock, but Jon stopped her.
"No, come sit on my face. Suck me off from that position."
Mya tried that out, feeling strange as his lips met her lower lips. She moved her hips around, trying to find the best position for Jon's tongue to pleasure her. As his tongue explored her folds, making her knees buckle, she realised that Jon's skills had been improving as well.
A slap to her ass reminded her that she had her own work to do. She leaned down, getting on her hands and knees and cupped his large balls and stroked his member. A long lick from the base to the tip, earning a groan from her lover into her pussy.
Jon picked up the pace with his tongue and Mya took him into her mouth, her own tongue played over the tip of his cock. She felt her orgasm coming and Jon bucked his hips into her mouth.
All of a sudden, his fingers joined his tongue in playing with her pussy and she came over his face with a loud squeal. She took a moment to bask in the orgasm, but Jon's palm came down on her butt again, and her sensitive quim made her moan at the sensation. She went to suckle on his balls and licked at the underside of his dick, before taking him deep in her mouth.
The orgasm had done much to improve her dark mood and she went to her task with gusto. Her hands took a hold of Jon's hips and she drove herself down taking him in deeper than ever before. Jon's moans into her pussy also became louder and he bucked his to her rhythm, driving himself into her throat.
One of his hands helped his tongue play with her quim, but the other hand moved to her breasts, playing with her hardened nipples. The hair at the base of his cock tickled Mya's nose as she felt her throat stretch to accommodate her lover. And when she came again, they did so together, Mya hurrying to swallow as Jon spilled his seed in her mouth.
The two lovers caught their breadth and Mya examined the semi erect cock. Despite herself, she chuckled at a memory.
"What is it?" Jon asked, turning around so they laid side by side.
"Just remembering how you used this dick to drive your poor wildling wife crazy." The sight of Munda, struggling to keep her loyalties, her sanity in the face of the pleasure from his dick had made her so aroused.
He smirked, his hand running up and down her front. "You're making it sound like I can't use it to make my poor Valean wife crazy."
She scoffed. "Perhaps you could when we fucked for the first time. But I am not a maiden like Munda, and besides, I have gotten used to handling this thing over the past month."
She was worried that Jon would feel insulted, but to her surprise, he only laughed. He climbed over her and ran his hands over her harms, interlocking his fingers with hers.
"Over the past month? You mean when we were at the Wall and constantly at the risk of discovery?" He kissed her between sentences. "Or when we traveled with a minder and could barely get away for a quick fuck?"
"What are you saying?"
"What I'm saying," Jon answered, spreading her legs and getting between them, "is that till now I have been fucking you like my friend and occasional lover." He lined his member with her slit. "But now, I am going to fuck you," He thrust inside her and she felt her breath being stolen, "like your husband!"
Mya could not give voice to her thoughts as he pulled back and thrust in again, driving himself to the hilt in just two thrusts.
He's never gone completely in at the start. He's always built up to it.
Jon wrapped his hands over her thighs and grabbed her waist and started thrusting faster than he had ever before, with no regards to who might hear them or whether they'd look presentable after the act. And with the pleasure and the memory of the word he had used to describe himself, she found herself coming in no time. Her scream is careless in its loudness, having no regards for who might hear them.
Jon did not relent. He leaned over her, his elbows on either side of her head, and his eyes locked on to hers.
"Say it." He whispered.
"Wh- what?"
He thrusted in again, the new position letting him dig into her at a different angle, Mya's breasts rubbing against his chest as she is pushed up and down by the force of his hips.
"Say it. What am I to you?"
She turned her eyes away. Despite the pleasure clouding her mind, she knew what he asked of her. She should just say it.
His hands took a hold of her head, and forced her to look back into his eyes. They shone with so much resolve that demanded that she trust him. It had to have been crazy confidence or just madness. Either way, she could not fight against the two way assault to her heart and her cunt.
"Husband." She whispered, and promptly orgasmed.
It was either the word or his reactions to her orgasm, but Jon came right alongside her.
It is done.
That was all she could think as his seed spilled inside her quim, and she suspected, her womb.
He's claimed me, marked me.
"Wife." He growled possessively, and kissed her.
She thought back to the kiss they had shared during the short ceremony.
I am his. And he is mine.
She had said the words before, but now, she believed it on a much deeper level.
"Husband." She muttered again and Jon smiled, getting off of her.
"Wife." He repeated.
"We have to leave now, don't we?" She remembered their situation and felt a lot more resolved.
We have to find the traces of the long dead Bloodraven? Sure, let's find our fellow bastard.
"Not until I am done with you."
"What?" She couldn't help but ask.
"Did you think we were done with our bedding?"
"But– you've already cum twice, and twice before late last night. And you said that you wanted to rest after cumming twice with Munda."
He laughed again.
"I said that I should let my cock rest, not that I couldn't go on anymore." Jon flipped her on her stomach and positioned himself behind her. He groped her teats and she could feel him stroking himself before lining his dick for another round.
"Didn't you realise it? I was saving it for today." He thrust inside her prone form, making her moan.
"Now, say it again." He thrust again, picking up the pace.
"Husband."
"Louder!"
"Husband!" She moaned out.
"I am going to make you scream it for the whole village to hear."
Time blurred for her and her throat grew hoarse. By the time they stopped, Jon had spilled inside thrice more, and she resolved never to doubt her husband again.
AN: Who needs therapy when you can have a lot of sex?