Chapter 2
It was a cool, crisp early morning in Ned’s tent on the Harrenhal grounds. Ned was still sore from the previous nights exertions, all he wanted to do was curl up in his bed and forget about the world. But thoughts of sleep were banished from his mind when he heard soft moans and the sound of sucking.
Gods, that woman is ravenous, Ned thought, as he lazily opened his eyes and looked down to see the blankets that covered his body, bobbing up and down slowly.
Ned cracked a smile and threw off his blanket onto the floor. He heard her squeal into his cock at the sudden drop in temperature, yet it did not deter her. The cold was bracing, but Ned would happily walk beyond the Wall naked, if it meant he could see more of what was before him. Straddling his legs, was the naked body of the most beautiful woman in all the seven kingdoms: Ashara Dayne. Ned could only marvel at the Dornish beauty as she pleasured him, her half-lidded, violet eyes looking up at him as her head bobbed up and down his shaft. Occasionally, taking it out of her mouth to place light kisses along his length.
Ned’s eyes roamed the body of his lover, taking in her beauty, as if she might disappear if he looked away. Her exceedingly large breasts, capped with dark nipples that threatened to burst out of every dress she wore, her thin waist that flared out into wide hips giving her a large, heart-shaped arse. Her olive skin was tanned and flawless, but for the small beauty mark below the left corner of her mouth. Her luscious dark hair, that he gathered in his hands to keep out of her face. But her most divine aspect was her eyes: A man would happily drown in their haunting, violet beauty.
Questioning the gods judgement that such a beautiful woman would ever give him the time of day. Ned thought back to when they first met. It was the second feast of the tournament, Brandon had done well and all four of the siblings were celebrating. Benjen had just asked him why he didn’t enter along with Brandon and he was about to explain that entering the tournament would likely lead to him and Brandon facing each other. Which would have only lead to two outcomes, both of them bad. He could fight his older brother and lose, or even worse, fight his older brother and win.
But then, he saw her walking into the hall, he was enchanted. Him and a hundred other men at the feast. Lady Minisa had told him that he should try to woo Lady Dayne, but it was one thing to say, another thing to do. Brandon had apparently gotten sick of watching his younger brother faun over Ashara, so he walked right up to her and introduced Ned to Dornish lady. Brandon had given him a wink and left the pair to dance together for the evening. As it turned out, they gotten along very well. Even after he had danced terribly and tripped over all his words. The problem wasn’t that he was inexperienced with women, Robert had made sure he get experience in the Vale and even in the North there had been Sylvie and others. But when faced with the beauty of Ashara Dayne even the most confident man would falter.
They had left the feast early and gone for a walk in Harrenhal’s godswood. Ned still had no idea how they had gone from talking, to frantically making love against the Weirwood tree. The morning after, they had woken up, naked and curled up together underneath the tree. After that, they had spent most nights in the same bed, either hers or his. Last night, they had fallen into bed together in his tent and that was where they had awoken.
A quiet gagging noise brought him out of his thoughts. Ashara seemed determined to take every last inch of his cock into her throat, she seemed to be having trouble with the last few inches, so Ned decided to give her a helping hand. Using his hands in her hair, he started gently thrusting into her mouth, pushing her her head down to meet him. There was a bit of resistance at first, but then she let go completely, surrendering full control to Ned. His balls were slapping her chin as he began to thrust faster and faster into her mouth, sensing his end was drawing near. Her face was starting to go red with the lack of air, her beautiful violet eyes were rolling back into her skull as her drool flowed from his cock onto the bed.
Eventually, Ned gave one great thrust, as if attempting to deposit his seed directly into her stomach, Ashara’s lips around the base of his cock. He let out a deep groan as she could feel his cock pulsing in her throat, once, twice, five times. “Fuck…” Ned groaned, feeling her tongue swirl around the tip of his cock, drawing out the last spurts of his seed.
“Mhmmm…” she hummed, her cheeks bulged with his load. After a time, Ned drew his softening length from her mouth. “Mnnhga!” tilting her head back as her lips sealed shut and swallowed his seed. She let out a gasp, mouth hanging open and beautiful eyes wide, her body trembled happily as she fell to the side. Resting her head on his thigh, she gave his cock a few cleaning licks and kisses. Before finally coming up his body, to rest her head on his chest, cuddling together, sharing warmth between their sweaty bodies.
“Gods, woman. You’re insatiable.” Ned said as Ashara circled her fingers through his chest hair. She raised her head from him, their eyes met, she smiled at him. “It’s all your fault, my dear Ned.” She said as her fingers curled around his length again. “I just can’t stay away from your massive cock.”
“Alas, it is a heavy burden to bare.” Ned chuckled as Ashara kissed along his jaw. “I feel, perhaps throwing the blanket off was a poor idea.” Only now, remembering that it was quite cold.
“Again, your fault, Ned.”
“Oh, really? With so many faults it’s a wonder why you put up with me.”
“You do have some outstanding qualities though.” Ashara said as she looked Ned in the eyes. It was an easy back-and-forth they had. “Though, if you are cold…” she continued, “I do have an idea about how we could warm up.”
His cock got harder again, his eyes roamed his lovers body. “I believe I am familiar with such techniques, My Lady.” Ned said, suddenly flipping them over so Ashara was beneath him. She let out a small squeal of surprise, followed by giggles that shook her large breasts as they lay splayed out on her chest. Now it was Ned’s turn to lay kisses on his lover.
“I think we should stay here all day and not leave the tent.” He said, just before latching his mouth to her dark nipple, sucking it gently, feeling it harden. Ashara let out a high moan and placed a hand on his head, to hold it at her breasts.
“I don’t think that will be possible, Ned.” She said as she bit her lip, “Elia will want to watch her husband joust. They’ll get to the final rounds today and he could be the winner.”
“You think Rhaegar will win?” Ned asked, leaving her nipple only for a second.
“He has as good a chance as any,” She responded, “but enough words of my friend’s husband. Do you plan to bed me, my Prince?”
Ned took is hard cock in hand and teased her entrance with its tip. “I don’t know,” he said, playing with her. “Do you deserve it?” Giving her a wolfish grin.
She squirmed, trying to get his cock inside her. “I do, i’ve been good.” She said with a look of false innocence on her face. It was a game they liked to play.
“I don’t know…” Ned said, trying his best to sound stern. “I hear you’ve been bedding some northern prince. A good southern girl like you? Shameful…” As he talked, his hands were stroking all over her body, drawing moans and cries from her mouth. Moving over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, over her flat stomach, her hips, only sometimes brushing against her clit. All to get her worked up even more, soon the wave would break upon the shoreline and Ashara be driven mad with lust.
“It’s not my fault!” Ashara cried out, her act of false innocence almost breaking, due to Neds ministrations. “I’m innocent in all this. He seduced me! With his beautiful grey eyes, his strong arms and hairy chest,” Ned could tell she was approaching her peak thanks to all of his teasing. “And with his MASSIVE NORTHERN COOOOCK!” At last, Ned thrust inside her completely, right up to the hilt.
He was embraced by Ashara’s wet and warm tightness, convulsing around him as she climaxed. It was a glorious sight: Every part of her was shaking and quivering, her eyelids fluttered has her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Evidence of her release leaking around his cock, out onto the bed. Robert had once told him there was nothing greater in this world, than making a beautiful woman finish on your cock. Ned had never agreed with his friend more.
They were both still. Ned staying, fully sheathed inside her. “Uggh, fuck…” Ashara whimpered, covering her face and running her hands through her dark locks. Her tanned skin was flushed, turning it even more golden. Though Ned’s eyes were drawn to her large breasts, that tantalisingly rose and fell with her pants. Ned leaned down, to give his lover a searing kiss as she recovered.
She looked up into his eyes with wonder, she would do anything for him in that moment.
Then Ned slowly pulled out. Ashara sighed at the loss, then he thrust back in. Slowly, then starting to build up speed. He soon found their familiar rhythm. His hands were on either side of her, holding him up as he thrust into her cunt. She would coo and moan and stroke him with her hands, her eyes closing in pleasure every time he thrust all the way inside her.
Ned’s eyes remained on her large, bouncing tits, that moved in time with his thrusts. “You really like them don’t you?” Ashara asked as she looked up at him, licking her lips. She cupped her tear-drop shaped tits, offering them up to him. “Most men do,” she continued, “but you’re the one that gets to enjoy them.” She started pinching her dark nipples. Her face contorted in pleasure. “Do you know, in Qarth, they wear dresses that show one breast. Do you think I should wear dresses like that?” She was trying to rile him up, Ned grunted in response as he thrust inside her harder. “Yes! Fuck me Ned! Breed me! Batter me with your big northern cock!” Ashara screamed, as Ned kept up his pace, thrusting inside her.
After enough time spent thrusting into Ashara, Ned pulled out and flipped her onto her hands and knees.
“Ahh…” Ashara gasped, she could feel his long meat resting on her arse. She slowly shook her ample hips from side to side, enticing him to take her. Ned accommodated, sliding his cock down, pushing against her cunt.
The massive northern cock rammed directly into her Dornish body.
“Fuck, Ned!!” she shrieked in delight, her eyes rolling as she lost what little strength she had left, falling face first into Ned’s pillow. Ned grabbed her slender waist and slammed all the way into her ample arse, “GODDSSSS!!!” she shrieked, again. Ned was sure anyone outside of the tent then walls could her them.
“If you don’t keep it down, the whole castle will hear you.” He grunted into her ear.
“Let them!” Ashara wailed, “Let them-uh-fuck! Let them know Ned! Fucking! Stark! is fucking me with all his massive cock! I want the women the be jealous of me and the men to envy you!”
Surely any in the vicinity could hear them. Ashara was amazed that Ned never seemed to tire, lifting the beautiful Dornish noble woman up to his thrusts, as she screamed through one orgasm after another. “FUCK! AH!! GODSS!! SHIT! GODSS!! FUCKING BIG!! FUCK!!” Ned felt her cunt tightened around him as another climax rippled through her body.
The tanned beauty was writhing and quivering, as Ned thrust into her, drawing out her full-body climax as long as possible. “Hha! Hhhha! AAhh!! FUCK!!!” Her hands fisted the mattress as she buried her face into the pillow. She heard a loud Slap! Feeling a sting on her arse, it seemed they had gotten to the point where Ned would turn her arse red…. Again. After several smacks, making sure her arse shinned, Ned began to thrust his cock into her quivering cunt once again.
Ned pulled her head up, so she could look into the mirror over the head of the bed. She could see a look in his eye that made her feel faint: the look of a wolf about to have his prey. He place a large hand around her throat and squeezed it lightly. Just enough to restrict her air supply a little. His other hand went to her hanging breasts, massaging them and pinching her dark nipples. Her mouth hung open and she began to drool at the over stimulation. “You are mine…” he declared, in a voice that sent shivers straight to her cunt.
She loved this.
“MMMGh!!” Ashara moaned as Ned ploughed her body as if it was his right, which it was.
“UUUUGH!! HMMM!!!” Ned stuck a finger in her mouth and squeezed her throat harder, her vision went blurry as his other hand went to stimulate her clit, bringing her another, earth-shattering release. She tightened around Ned’s big northern cock as he slammed his hips against her quivering arse and stayed there, “‘UCK!! S‘IT!! ‘HUMMMMMNIINNNGGGGG!!” she moaned around his finger, feeling him seeding her womb for what must have been the hundredth time and fell unconscious.
Ned slapped his hand on her reddened arse a few times as she catatonically shuddered around his softening length. He pulled out of her with a slop and fell beside his unconscious lover. His thick seed, gushing out of her well-used cunt.
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After a few hours, the lovers awoke to the sticky mess they had left behind. They knew they would be expected at breakfast soon, so they began to wash and dress. Seeing Ashara casually stand naked in his tent and wash herself with a wet rag and some soap was a surprisingly erotic sight, Ned discovered. Her small-clothes had been destroyed last night by Ned’s eagerness, so she had opted to wear nothing beneath her dress.
“Would you help with the laces?” Ashara asked, turning her back to Ned, pulling her hair over her shoulder, exposing the back of her neck and the upper portion of her back to him.
“I’ll try, though my skill lies more in getting you out of clothes, my Lady.” He flirted as he pulled her dress up and started tightening her laces.
“Oh, I am well aware of your talents, my Prince.” She laughed. “Particularly in relation to getting undressed.”
Ned went to tighten the laces a little more, she made a squeaking sound.
“Too tight?”
“Oh no, of course not. You want my breasts to pop out of my bodice with every breath I take, yes?”
“I am sure it would be a sight to see… but I doubt you would enjoy it so much.” He said, while loosening the dress again. He began to place kisses along the back of her neck.
“That doesn’t feel like doing laces, Ned…” Ashara gasped, leaning back into him.
“I can’t help it.” Ned responded, turning her around drawing her up into a deep kiss.
“I suppose they can wait for us a little longer.” Ashara said, as she reached down to his breaches, rubbing his rapidly hardening cock.
“Hey Ned! Where the fuck are yo-FUCK-SHIT-SOrry!” Came from the entrance to the tent as the pair jumped a meter apart.
“Lya! Wait.” Called Ned as he went out after her. His little sister was standing off to the side of his tent, looking uncomfortable and chewing her bottom lip, like she often did when she was embarrassed.
“Bran sent me to-I didn’t mean to-“
“It’s ok Lya, no harm done.” Ned interrupted her. “Though maybe next time, don’t barge into my tent.”
“Never again.” She agreed.
There was an awkward pause.
“So…you and Lady Dayne?” She ventured, “How long have you two been…?”
“Since we danced together. And her name is Ashara, I can introduce you to her if you like.”
“I believe we’ve already been introduced.” Ashara cut in as she walked out of his tent, her dress in need of lacing properly. “Hello, Lyanna. Would you like to join Ned and I as we break our fast?” Lyanna nodded and they walked to the main hall.
Ashara and Lyanna got along well enough. When they got to the dinning hall and met with Bran, Benjen and Howland Reed, they all settled to eat their food. They barely had a chance to sit before Lyanna blurted out that Ned and Ashara were sleeping together. Brandon had clapped him on the back, telling him that he had never been prouder of him. In spite of that, Ashara made a good effort to get to know his friend and family.
“So all you Starks have dragons?” Ashara asked, as she played with a bit of bacon on her plate. “Yeah!” Benjen answered her excitedly. “But father says i’m not old enough to ride Windrfröst yet.”
“Windrfröst is your dragon?” Ashara asked, before popping half a small tomato into her mouth.
“Yes, Windrfröst is his.” Brandon answered for him. ”Saeraxys is Lyanna’s, Snowsong is Ned’s and mine is Gnasher.” He said proudly.
One of those names is not like the others. Ashara thought. “Wait, I recognise Snowsong from somewhere.” She turned to Ned, sitting next to her on the bench.
“Aye, Snowsong is mine.” Ned said, as he tore up his last piece of bacon. “She is the dragon Cregan Stark rode into Kings Landing on for the Hour of the Wolf. I tamed her when I was young, when I visited home from the Vale.” Then he paused. “Before I met you, I would have said she was the most beautiful creature in the world. Now…that is different.”
Ashara and Ned locked eyes, she had half a mind to take in somewhere and ride him until they both collapsed. They were interrupted by Lyanna making fake vomiting noises. “Please Ned! If you love us, never talk like that in front of us again.” She begged.
Quickly changing the subject. “Why aren’t your dragons here now?” Both the crown Prince and the King had caused quite the stir when they had arrived at Harrenhal on their dragons. Living in the Red Keep, she saw them often, but for the majority of Westeros, dragons were rare sight indeed. “When is comes to that, where are your direwolves too?” Ashara inquired. “I heard you Starks have direwolves as big as bears up north.”
“Bigger.” Benjen said, with a mouth full of bread.
“We don’t take them south because Baelor the Bastard made it against the law.” Lyanna said in a harsh tone. “He was worried we might try to spread our ‘pagan’ religion, so he decreed that no Direwolves, Children of the Forest, Giants, or our Dragons can come south. He made it law after Daena married into our family.”
This news upset Ashara, her house was proud of its First Men tradition, it seemed monstrously unfair. “How could he do that? Surely you could have asked the kings after him to repeal the law.”
“Eh, we never came south that much anyway.” Ned interjected. “Besides, I very much doubt our current King would repeal it.”
The group talked more, Ashara learned the names of all their direwolves. They told her of Winterfell and the Winter city that surrounded it. “It seems I must visit Winterfell one day…” Ashara said as she eyed Ned with a knowing smile. Their talking did not last, however. She was called upon by Elia and she bid the Starks farewell, giving Ned a kiss as she left them.
The day went along like any other, until they got the the champions tilt.
It was Prince Rhaegar Targaryen against a knight of the kingsguard: Ser Barristan Selmy. As Rhaegar had unhorsed Brandon, the Starks were firmly on Ser Barristans side. Four times, they rode against each other, breaking their lances every time. On the fifth, Rhaegar unhorsed Ser Barristan and sent him tumbling from his horse. They crowd erupted in cheers of jubilation.
As champion, Rhaegar could choose his Queen-of-love-and-beauty. Ned, along with everyone else, assumed that the Prince would pick his wife. All the smiles died when he passed his wife by, unacknowledged. Ned looked over to see Ashara visibly furious and Princess Elia trying to stifle her feeling of humiliation.
However the worst was yet to come, as Rhaegar spurned his wife, he stopped in front of Lyanna and place the garland of winter roses on her lap.
Lyanna was shocked.
Benjen, while being a bit too young to fully understand what was happening, knew something was wrong.
Brandon and Robert looked so furious Ned was afraid they would launch themselves from the stands and beat the crown prince to death with their bare hands, right in front of everyone.
Ned locked eyes with Rhaegar and saw something he didn’t like…
Something sinister….