When Winter Comes

11 years and 7 months after Robert’s Rebellion

Breeding a Bitch and a New Pup

“Are you ready, Stark?” Yennefer asked.

“Of course.” Ned answered confidently.

It was a clear sunny day in Winterfell, Ned and Yennefer were beginning their usual sparring practice in one of the training yards. The sessions were meant for Ned to practice using his ice magic. Both Ned and Yennefer were unarmed and unarmored, both wearing just padded shirts and breeches. Yennefer in her signature black and white, Ned in well-worn brown. Fang was sitting off to the side, silently watching them.

They would both only be using their magic against one another. Like a wolf, Ned began to walk around Yennefer, trying to get around her. She lifted her hand, blue energy crackled around her outstretched fingers and quickly arced towards him. Moments before it would have hit him, Ned generated a thick ice shield along his arm and blocked it. Ned grunted as he was pushed back slightly by the force of the impact.

“I would surrender now if I were you, Stark…” Yennefer laughed, “You’re clearly outmatched.”

Ned formed a pillar of ice on the ground next to Yennefer, that shot up and hit her in the side, knocking her to the ground with a yelp. “I believe we’re just getting started, my lady.” Ned smiled down at her as she got up with a huff.

They danced together in the yard, going this way and that. Ned would form an ice sword and swing at Yennefer a few times, she would blast him back with a spell. Their match was a series of quick exchanges, they shared blows and verbal barbs in equal measure. Ned sending icicles harder than steel flying at Yennefer, who sent fireballs and lightning back in return.

Ned swept his hand towards Yennefer and big shards of ice sprung from the ground, going from Ned to Yennefer. She managed to dodge away at the last moment, summoning snakes to attack Ned, which he froze solid.

When Ned had first gained his powers, he didn’t quite know how to use them, that had been over ten years ago. Now he was a master of ice and snow, a lord of winter and all its domain.

Eventually, Ned gained the upper hand, a beam of cold blue energy pushing Yennefer back as she strained against her shield-ward. Ned controlled the snow on the ground, commanding it to rise in a great white wave, sending it to sweep Yennefer off her feet.

The match ended with Yennefer half buried in snow hands of ice sprouting from the ground and holding her down. She was sputtering and wet, her cheeks flushed in the cold. Only now did Ned notice that her shirt was torn, baring what might be considered an indecent amount of cleavage.

“Will you release me?” Yennefer asked, submissively as she was held down. She shivered as Ned allowed the ice and snow to melt, soaking her in cold water. “Argh!…Very funny.” Yennefer huffed as she got up and started ripping the wet clothes from her body. Ned was surprised she would be so brazen as to be naked in the middle of an open yard, where any could see her.

“Are you not cold, my lady?” Ned asked with a smile, noticing her nipples were hard enough to cut through rock.

“Why don’t you warm me up.” Yennefer answered him, pulling his head down into a kiss, pressing her naked body against him. This was usually how their matches ended. The fight would get their hearts racing, then they’d fuck like wild dogs.

“It’s more than likely someone will see us if I fuck you out here.” Ned stated, pulling his shirt over his head as Yennefer unlaced his breeches, freeing his cock.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

It was true. Ned and Yennefer were no strangers to sex in front of others. One of the more memorable times had been when he was fucking Yennefer over his desk in his solar. Marei had come in to clean the room and saw them. They had continued as the maid diligently worked around them. Eventually, Ned had picked Marei up, threw her over his desk and began savagely ramming into her as she squealed in delight. That was probably the time I gave her, her latest bastard. Ned thought.

It was somewhat sad, Marei’s husband had never fathered a child with her, yet she had seven children and he didn’t know none were his. Ned felt guilty about it sometimes, then Marei would wake him up with his cock in her mouth and he’d feel no guilt at all. Marei’s latest child would be her third with Ned. His thoughts began to drift to how many bastards he actually had.

It was difficult to know.

Ned knew his first child was with Anya Waynwood, she’d often visited Jon Arryn when Ned was his ward. He made sure to fuck the older woman to within an inch of her life at every opportunity. When she had given birth to a dark-haired boy months after her husband died, they had said she’d been blessed with a last child to remember him by, but she and Ned knew the truth.

Teora Templeton, Marla Redfort, Jessamyn and Jossalyn Belmore had also regularly shared a bed with him, among others. However, those four had been suddenly and surprisingly married off and gave birth to dark haired children nine moths after he had shagged them. None had ever said anything to Ned about it, but he had always suspected.

Ned was sure he’d gotten more women pregnant than just Anna Henrietta during the Rebellion. There were Lemore’s three children… Mellario’s child… Sabrina’s... Perhaps one day, I’ll sire more children than ‘The Lusty Wolf’. Ned thought as he laughed to himself.

Yennefer taking off the last of his clothes and rubbing his cock to full hardness brought Ned out of his thoughts. He took hold of her head with both hands, looking into her eyes as he pumped his hips, fucking her hand. She bit her lip as her indigo eyes looked up at him, one hand cupping his balls as the other stroked his shaft. Ned leaned forward to embrace her again, taking her mouth with his own.

Their tongues danced in a wild battle for dominance, that Ned quickly won. His hands snaked into her curly, raven locks. Taking hold of her head, forcing her deeper into the kiss. When they pulled back for air, Yennefer’s eyes were wide and dark with lust.

“Ride me.” Ned commanded as they both got down to the ground together. Yennefer obeyed her Prince as she straddled Ned. With her feet on either side of him, she aimed his large cock at her cunt.

“How much do you want my cunt?” She smiled down at him, teasing his cock head with her lips.

“You’re trying my patience.” Ned said, sternly as he gripped Yennefer’s hips and brought her down on him completely.

“AARRGHHH! FUCK!” She screamed as Ned thrust all the way into her without warning.

Her eyes were screwed shut as she quivered on top of him. She bit her lip to suppress her moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Ned lay back and admired her beauty. She had flawless, alabaster skin, indigo eyes darkened with lust and midnight black hair. Her figure was one men dreamed of fucking and women dreamed of having. She was thin, with large breasts, wide hips and a slim waist, giving her a truly divine arse. He gave her time to adjust to him, running her hands along her body as she breathed in and out on top of him.

“You know I don’t like it when you do that.” She said eventually, gently rocking her hips on his lap. “Your cock’s just too fucking big.”

“But you love it when I take control.” Ned responded, smacking her arse, causing her cunt to clench around him. She fell forward on his body, her large breasts pressing against his chest. Ned took hold of her hips and began to thrust up into her with growing force. Yennefer was shuddering as Ned thrust into her, the loud clapping their skin made as they collided echoed throughout the yard.

Her fingers coiled into fists as she pressed them onto Ned’s chest, trying to push herself up. Ned felt her cunt twitch and shiver around him. She was as tight as ever, looking into Ned’s eyes, panting in lust. She was on top, but Ned was the one in control of the situation. All she could do was quiver and moan, surrendering under the relentless, rapturous assault of Ned’s cock.

“Fuuuuuck” she whined as Ned made a particularly hard thrust.

She and the other mages of Winterfell were Ned’s harlots and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Ned grunted as he felt Yennefer getting tighter around him, her body was gripped with tension, he could tell she was on the verge of her climax.

“Fuck me! FUCK ME! FILL ME!” Yennefer screamed, her body shaking as she was raked with pleasure. Ned’s hands never left her hips as he continued thrusting, Yennefer writhing above him, her vice-like cunt proving to be his undoing as he thrust all the way into her again, filling her womb with his seed.

“Argh! Fuck! Get pregnant, whore.” Ned grunted as he deposited his seed inside his raven haired lover. Her body went limp, she fell on top of him with a sigh. Ned felt the moisture of her sweat on his skin as she lay panting on him.

Yennefer squealed as Ned turned them both over, suddenly he was on top of her and her back was on the ground.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He said, still hard inside Yennefer.

Ned pulled away from her and turned her over to her hands and knees. As she was still recovering from her first peak, she didn’t have the strength to hold herself up, so her large, pale arse was all that was in the air. Ned admired her round behind for a moment, before bringing his hand down on it.

“Ughh!” Yennefer yelped in surprise as Ned turned her arse red.

Then, he savagely thrust all the way inside her again, his cock kissing the entrance to her womb. She could do naught, but whimper as her cunt greedily accepted the massive invader. Ned groaned as her cunt massaged his cock, tighter and wetter than before as he set a brutal pace, plundering her depths. Yennefer came undone around him many more times, brought from one shrieking peak to another.

“FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR WHORE!!” She screamed as Ned brought his hand down on her arse, each clap sending waves of pleasure and pain through her skin.

“Excuse me, Sir?” Both Ned and Yennefer looked up to see Captain Harper standing a few feet away from them.

“What?” Ned asked the Chosen man. He slowed down, but didn’t stop fucking Yennefer, who’s head dropped down to the ground as she continued moaning.

“Well, it’s just… your wife, one of your wives are giving birth, sir.” Harper answered.

“I’ll finish up here, then we’ll go to her.” Ned smacked Yennefer’s big, pale arse, punctuating his words. Harper settled on a wooden barrel to watch them as Yennefer’s moans and coos got louder and louder. This wasn’t the first time he’d waited for Ned to finish fucking a woman. Ned was hammering into her at blinding speeds. He grabbed a fistful of her curly, raven locks, pulling her body up against his, exposing her large breasts to Harper as they bounced. Ned’s thrusts got harder and harder until the pressure was too much for Yennefer, who came to another world-ending climax, that shook through her entire being.

Small stones and dust rose into the air around them, crackling with magical energy, then burst outwards as a deafening scream erupted from Yennefer’s mouth. Her cunt, clenching tightly around Ned’s piston-ing cock brought him to his own end.

With a load roar, Ned thrust all the way inside Yennefer and inseminated her womb with his seed. He stayed there for a time, tightly gripping her waist as he spent over a dozen ropes of his seed inside her. Ned rose from Yennefer’s prone from and began to re-dress himself, Yennefer still naked and trembling on the ground, his seed flowing freely from her cunt.

“Should I call someone for her?” Harper asked, rising from his seat.

“Nah, leave her.” Ned responded, pulling on his shirt. “She’ll be fine in a bit. Let’s go to Cat.”

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“You utter whore.” Elia smiled down at baby Rickon. “When I give birth, it takes more than a day and leaves me bedridden for a month… When Ashara gives birth, it takes hours and she’s needs a day of rest after... But, in the time it took for me to get here from the Winter city hall, you began birthing and finished it. How the fuck do you do that? In less than an hour?!” She asked Cat.

“And the druids say you’ll be up and walking before the end of the day.” Ash added. “It’s so unfair.” Ned knew neither of the women actually meant to insult Cat. They were just always astounded how easy her pregnancies and births were. Ned was amazed sometimes as well, it never seemed as tough for her as it did for other women.

Cat had often joked that the gods had made her specifically to birth Ned’s children as a way to explain it. She certainly did seem to be blessed. Few women could boast of birthing six healthy children before they were thirty, let alone having them all be easy births. Ned had only just managed to get to the birth in time. Cat was grunting and huffing on the bed and Redmane was doing the same in the corner, both giving birth. Redmane had managed four healthy pups for Rickon to choose from. It seems the gods gifted Redmane as the gifted Cat, Ned thought.

“The gods clearly favour me.” Catelyn smiled, reaching out for Elia to return Rickon to her arms. Ned lay next to her on the bed with his arm around her, it was only the four of them in the room, plus the wolves in the corner. He had sent Harper off to bring the children to meet their new brother.

“Do you think he will be a warg, like the others?” Ned asked, gazing down at his newest son, love filling his heart.

“Speaking of blessings,” Ashara laughed, “how is it that every one of your children is a warg?”

“Yes! They say a warg is more likely to sire wargs. But I’ve never heard of all of them having the gift.” Elia joined.

“We don’t know if all of my children are wargs.” Ned responded, trying to calm his women down around the newborn.

“You have half a million children and every one I have seen, is a warg.” Ash asserted.

“I don’t have half a million children...”

“If Cat had her way, she’d certainly birth them for you.” Elia joked, earning a snicker from Cat.

“Let’s see,” Cat started, “All of mine and Ash’s so far…Lemore’s three…Sylvie’s brood…” she listed.

“Two of Marei’s children are taking lessons with the wargs, they say another is too young, but will eventually...” Ash added.

Ned threw his hands in the air in defeat. “Alright, it seems you’re right, all of my children are wargs.” They all laughed together, trying to work out just how many children Ned had.

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12 years after Robert’s Rebellion

These Visions Sure Seem Useful

The air was close in the godswood and a red moon was high in the sky. The heady smells of incense and woodsmoke filled the air. Musicians beat their drums and played their wooded flutes as Children of The Forest danced, naked around the bonfires.

Ned and his women were at a ritual of the blood-moon, every time a red moon was in the sky, the druids and the Children of the Forest held a festival in the godswood. It was a time of merriment and celebration. Ned imagined the guests were thankful for the many bonfires, as everyone there was naked. The only covering worn by any in attendance was body paint and some leafy skirts worn by some of the dancers. Their nudity was a way of being closer to nature, how the gods made them, the druids had told him.

Of course, this led to more than a small number of them having sex. Some were fucking against the trees, on the grass, or by the bonfires. Ned could see Ash and Sylvie going at it near a bonfire close so him. The golden light dancing across their forms, their long shadows writhing together as people walked around them.

Elia was drinking ice wine on a log, Dorkk seemingly trying to convince her to let him capture her form in another statue. Gods, he never rests. He’s only just finished carving one of me fucking Ash, Ned thought. Holding her up in that position had become un comfortable for her after a time. So Ned had to put her down periodically and let her rest. It wasn’t the easiest thing, but Dorkk always produced great works of art for them. It was all too clear stonework was Dorkk’s one true love.

Cat was having a cheerful conversation with a Child of the Forest couple. The male was brown skinned, with green hair. His wife was pale, with dark hair. Ned recognised them as lord and lady Stonefeather, of the northern Wolfswood. Cat’s face and chest was still covered in Ned’s seed, from when she had sucked his cock to completion, after she found out they could have public sex at the gathering.

Lady Stonefeather collected some of Ned’s seed off Cat’s breasts with her fingers and put them in her mouth. She moaned loudly as she tasted Ned’s seed. Before Ned could get to them, they went their separate ways, Cat walking towards him.

“I have a feeling lady Stonefeather is going to visit us tomorrow night…” she smiled.

“And what does lord Stonefeather have to say about that?” Ned asked.

“He would like to watch…”

“I see no reason to turn him down.”

“Silence please!” Galadriel called out. The people quieted down and the musicians stopped playing. The beautiful, blonde Child of the Forest stood, naked as the day she was born, in front of the gathering. Like many women there, she was smeared with body paint, snaking across her skin in whirling patterns. “The blood-moon is high! The time has come for the Stark of Starks to see the visions!”

That lead to cheers from the people. Ned stepped forward to Galadriel, this ritual was the point of the gathering: when the blood-moon was full, the Stark would take a substance that would allow them to glimpse the future and the past. She gave Ned a small vial that had a strong smell. Apparently the concoction was made using mushrooms of a magical variety.

The audience took a breath as Ned drank the concoction, it tasted foul. For a few moments Ned was fine… the the world began to melt away and he was falling.

The world was a mix of vibrant colours and loud sounds. Stars wheeled overhead and every second stretched out into eternity. Ned was falling through space, seeing things he could not understand. He saw a stag, a wolf and a falcon fighting a three-headed dragon. He saw an overweight man with white hair and a hat sitting at his desk, cursing a pile of parchment that sat in front of him.

“She is muh queen!”

“All I need is twenty good men...”

Ned heard the voices rumbling through the shifting world. Ned thought It sounded like very bad dialogue from a terrible mummers play.

“I don’t want et… I nehva have…”

“I never really cared about them, innocent or otherwise...”

“Finger in the bum…?”

“You want the good gurl, but you need the bad poosy…”

“I know a killer when I see one…”

Ah! This is horrible! Let it end!

“Who has a better story, than Bran the Broken?”

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Eventually, Ned stopped falling. He was standing in the godswood, but he was alone. He turned around and saw Winterfell’s weirwood tree, but all the red leaves were aflame. Even more shocking, was the monstrous, mammoth-sized wolf with six legs sitting by it. All were bathed in the red light of the bloodmoon sitting low and enormous in the sky. Ned bowed low to the figure of myth. There were legends about the creature in front of him. Some said he was one of the Old Gods, others said he was their messenger. It was said he created the first direwolves and gifted them the Brandon ‘The Builder’.

“You must be Fenric…forgive me…I thought… you were a myth…” The beast opened it’s maw, revealing the seemingly endless void of it’s gullet.

“Ỳ̸͖͉͎̭̩̔̄͌̈͜O̵͓̝͐̈́̾͆̎Ú̴̜̭̝̫̳̆̍̃…̵̘̰̟̗͚̦̹̈͋̃̽̈́̀̈͂͑̌̚̕͜͝͝M̵̡̨̡̛̮̟̯̯̝͙̪̄̌̏̽̿̅̿̌͑̑͘͜U̷̺̝͉̦͍̜͙̰͔͖̩͋̊̂̃͗̃̌̽̎̓͘ͅS̷͉̦̗̹̘̖̯̒̓́̂̚Ţ̶̟͉̞̞̉̑͒̍̎̕…̵̤͎̻͇̲̯̀̏̾͋͌̉̾̓͜͝͝͝͝S̸̬͓͕͖̳͉̙̱͉̖̖̺̺̐ͅU̶̧̡̧͎͖͚̙̣̪͖̔̄̅͝ͅŖ̴̨̡͈̜̩͖͇̰̯͖̪̪̖̎̇͐̈́͒̋̉̋̃͘͝V̶͖̟͖͕̪͔̺̿́̃̍̃I̴̧͈͔̯̮̯͙͎͔̥̥̪̪͌̋̆͊̓̏̈͛͜͝͝͠V̸̱̦̾̄̇̃̈́͋͗͆̊̇͋̚͝͠E̶͚͉͊͐̾̑͜” His voice was a terrible thing, It’s deep tones seemed to fill the world.

“How…? For what?” Ned asked the god. Fenric gave him no answer. He only blew a mighty wind, throwing back all round him. Then Ned was screaming and falling through the void of swirling colour again.

Eventually, Ned woke up on a pile of silk cushions. He leaped up from his comfy position and saw a wonderful sight. All around him were naked and beautiful Valyrian-looking women having sex with dark haired, long faced men with grey eyes.

All around him, people were fucking. He saw two dark-skinned, white haired women eagerly sucking a mans cock together as he lay down. He saw a woman with mismatched eyes, one dark blue, the other bright green, alternating between cocks. Ned recognised some of them from paintings in Winterfell.

“These are the women of house Targaryen…” he said quietly, not quite believing what he was seeing. Ned turned around and saw the two most beautiful women he had ever seen standing in front of him. They were near identical in looks: both were short, slim and very curvy. The only difference Ned could see was that one had three baby dragons with her, one sitting on her shoulder while the other two suckled her massive breasts.

“I do not recognise you.” Ned told them.

“I am the Dreamer…” the one without dragons said. “…and the dream…”

Then the two women threw themselves at Ned, kissing him and rubbing their naked bodies against him. Ned happily went along with them. First, they eagerly sucked his cock together. It was pleasure like he had never known before.

Then, as Ned was about to enter the Dreamer’s cunt, the world melted away again.

“Wait! Fuck! Noooooooo!” Ned shouted as he fell again.

He saw a dead stag with a crown on it’s head, as two more fought over it’s corpse. One was on fire, the other was seemingly being strangled by roses.

Then, he was flying over Westeros. There was a massive weirwood tree with his face. It’s roots were spreading all over the land, from the Wall, all the way to Dorne and sprouting tress of their own.

“Well that’s not subtle at all.” Ned said to himself.

Ned’s visions ended with all the creatures of the world bowing before the wolf. Then he woke to ruckus cheers from the people, he saw Ash, Cat and Elia were all sucking his cock together while he had been unconscious.

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15 years after Robert’s Rebellion

Riding the Lioness

BOOM!

Black smoke and fire shot out of the Uru cylinder as the loudest noice Ned ever heard echoed through the courtyard. Once the smoke cleared, Ned could see the wooden target that had been set up for them had been obliterated. However, the Uru barrel was embedded in the wall, twenty feet behind them.

“As you can see,” coughed Monfryd Gun, a dwarf from the Architects Guild. “This black powder can be extremely effective.”

“Too fucking right it’s effective. Thing near took my fucking head off!” Benjen bellowed, getting up from his crouched position behind where the Uru barrel had been when it fired. “Seems to me, it’d be just as dangerous for us as for them.” He continued.

“Ah…yes…” Monfryd answered, tentatively “There are still some difficulties we’re working through. But… you must see the potential we have here.”

“Yes… I do…” Ned observed. Monfryd and the guild wanted it to be used in war. Ned hated that he was creating more ways for men to die gruesome deaths for no reason at all on a muddy field, far from home. War is a terrible thing… He thought. But if this can help the North win battles, then it must be pursued. Monfryd had shown other things the black powder could be used for. He had made a ball with some metal filings and black powder, lighted a wick and thrown it at the targets. After a few seconds it had exploded, destroying most of the targets around it.

“What do you call this new invention of yours?” Ned asked, as Monfryd’s helpers dislodged it from the wall and carried it back to the right place.

“I call it: The Thunderer.” The dwarf said proudly.

“Certainly thunders, something terrible.” Benjen uttered, rubbing his ear. “How far is it accurate?”

“Oh… about seventy yards… But it used to be even shorter. With time, I’ll be able to increase it’s range by a lot more.”

“Alright then.” Ned said, “You have my permission to take more money from the treasury, Benjen will talk more with you about it.” With that, he left them to go to Winterfell’s beast pens, Fang trotting beside him happily.

The pens occupied a large area beside the godswood. The structure housed several stables and rooms on many floors to house the beasts kept by Winterfell and the Winter city guard. Ned went to the highest tower of the pens, to where the Great eagles nested.

Given Ned’s close relationship with Jon Arryn, he had requested the North be given their own Great eagles from the Vale to raise, Jon had agreed. Now the northeren wargs were raising the Great eagles and training riders for them too. Ned had chosen a Great eagle of his own to ride. It was a beautiful creature, white as freshly fallen snow. Ned named him Snowflake. He got to Snowflakes room and opened the door, seeing the massive white bird nesting in the corner, looking over the city through the open wall.

It cawed affectionately and walked over, nuzzling him as he fed the bird a rabbit’s carcass, giving another to Fang, so he wouldn’t feel left out. Snowflake and Fang eagerly gobbled down their treats. Ned took Snowflake’s saddle from the wall, then fastened it to the bird.

“I think i’ll take you flying today.” He said.

Ned mounted Snowflake, making sure he was properly secured, then urged him to the open wall. In a few seconds, Snowflake had taken them out and into the air, leaving Fang to trot out of the pens without supervision. Dragons were much bigger and more dangerous, but they couldn’t hope to match the grace of a Great eagle.

Both mount and rider sawed over the city buildings with grace and speed. As Ned flew over the city, he could see regular eagles and other birds in the air too. They were being warged by guardsmen, so they could observe what was happening in the city and report crimes. This had become a stable of any city guard in the north when it was discovered how useful it was to have eyes in the sky.

Eventually, Ned circled back to Winterfell, where he saw Jon and Rhaenys practicing their fire-bending at training dummies as Val and Ygritte Ryder watched his son intently. From the several scorch marks littered around the yard, Ned could tell they’d gone through quite a few.

He brought Snowflake in to a graceful landing a short distance from the two of them. Ned gave Ghost a good scratch behind the ear as Snowflake flapped his wings, flying in the direction of the pens. He shouted a few words of encouragement to the fire-benders, then walked off to the sauna, to wash away the eagle smell.

When Ned got to the saunas, he disrobed and found Mance Ryder in one of the rooms, having chosen to wash himself there as well. They both sat five feet apart, on opposite benches around the steaming rocks, talking of battles long passed among other things.

“You remember that massive crab on Pyke? It would’ve been the end of me, if not for you.” Mance chuckled.

“You could’ve taken it.” Ned stated, not wanting his friend to sell his own skills short.

“Perhaps… Yet you still saved my life that day.” Then Mance paused. “It’s a fine thing to have a liege like you, Stark.”

“You flatter me.”

They were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. They both looked up to see Cat and Mance’s wife Genna walking into the sauna wearing robes.

“I thought I heard you two.” Cat smiled at Ned.

“Hello darling,” Genna said to Mance, “Cat and I thought we’d join the two of you.”

And just like that, both Cat and Genna disrobed in front of Ned and Mance. The two women were exceptionally beautiful and very, very naked. The northerners were quite free with their nudity, their southern wives had grown quite used to northern sensibilities. Ned felt his cock twitch as his eyes raked over Cat’s and Genna’s naked bodies.

Cat was a few years younger than Genna, as Ned was a few years younger than Mance. Though, both women had truly exceptional bodies. They were both slim, with wide hips and massive breasts, Cat’s sitting a little larger and higher on her chest. A product of their many pregnancies, Cat with six and Genna with four.

After a few moments of standing naked in front of them men, both women smiled at each other and went to sit with their husbands on opposite benches. Ned put his arm around Cat’s shoulders as she leaned into him.

The four of them began to talk of more than just the battles they fought together, to include Cat and Genna. “If, before I married Mance, you had told me I would be comfortable sitting naked with others in a sauna, I would’ve called you a liar.” Genna laughed.

“I would’ve done the same.” Cat remarked, “It seems our northern husbands have converted us to their northern ways…”

“With their big northern cocks!” Genna cackled, Cat joining her.

“I’m sure Ned and I are one in the same in this: We count our blessings every day we’re married to you.” Mance chuckled, stroking Genna’s hair as she lay on the bench with her head resting in his lap.

“Absolutely.” Ned agreed.

“Speaking of marriages…” Genna said, sitting up on the bench. Ned trying not to stare at her large, swaying breasts. “It seems our daughters have taken an interest in your second son.”

Both Ned and Cat sat up, they needed to be the Prince and a Princess of house Stark now. “Yes, we have noticed.” Cat stated. “Jon does seem quite fond of them.”

“I saw them watching him practice his fire-bending in one of the training yards.” Ned added.

“Both our houses are old… and powerful. House Ryder controls the Western gateway to the Great Canal, making us one of the richest houses in the North.” Mance turned to Ned. “I know joining our houses in marriage would be of great benefit to us both.”

“I agree.” Ned said, “I say we let them figure out what they want. Jon could choose one… or both…”

“Seeing as he’s your son, I imagine he’ll want both.” Genna snickered. “Let’s see if they are amenable to that.”

“Do you have something to say about my husband, Lady Ryder?” Cat smiled at Genna.

“Only what tales my husband has told me princess.” She answered, “And now I see his cock, I know he wasn’t exaggerating.”

“What tales have you been told of my husband?” Cat asked, laughing now, causing her massive breasts to rise and fall.

“Well… there was that time with lady Darry behind the stables…” Genna went on.

“Ha! I remember that one.” Ned barked out a laugh. Him and Jon Arryn had taken Darry relatively quickly. Lord Darry had taken their men away to fight and lady Darry had been left without a man… It didn’t even take a day before she was on his cock like a mad woman. Ned briefly wondered if the babe she had birthed, months later was his. “What was it you lot called me after you walked in on that?”

“The five-legged-wolf.” Mance chuckled.

Catelyn threw her head back as she cackled. “Oh! Ash and Elia are going to love that!”

The four of them continued talking from some time, drifting closer and closer to talking about sex. Ned couldn’t help but notice Genna’s hands were inching closer to Mance’s cock and Cat’s hands were practically rubbing along his own shaft.

“I don’t know how any of you manage to walk after being with that…” Genna said to Cat.

“Neither do I.” Cat giggled.

“I think Mance is the perfect size.” Genna went on, earning a proud hum from her husband. “He’s big and very thick, but he isn’t monstrously huge like Ned’s is. No offence, Prince Stark…” she gave him a flirty look.

“That’s your opinion… I feel different.” Cat said, wrapping a hand around Ned’s cock. “I love that he’s insanely huge, that he uses this massive thing to batter me… and other women into submission… owning our cunts with his big… fat… cock.”

There was a pregnant pause for a few seconds, then Cat and Genna both jumped on their husbands. Both pairs of partners kissing and groping each other in a haze of lust and desire.

No words were shared as the two pairs began to make love, a few feet apart from each other. Ned looked across and saw Genna on her hands and knees, Mance thrusting hard behind her, her large breasts swaying with her movements.

Ned turned back to Cat, who was on her back on from of him, her glorious hair splayed out around her head. The moans from both women could be heard all over the room. Ned’s eyes were fixed on his wife’s massive, shaking tits. He leaned down and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, beginning to suck it hard, earning higher pitched moans from Cat.

“You do love my tits don’t you?” She laughed.

“I don’t blame him, Princess. They are divine.” Ned heard Mance call across the room.

“I do hope you complement your wife as heartily, my lord.” Cat responded with a smile.

“He’s right though,” Genna added, looking up. “Your tits are fucking perfect…”

After a few more minutes of fucking, Ned picked Cat up and brought her over to the bench Mance and Genna were on. He turned her to her hands and knees, they were mirroring Genna and Mance, with the womens faces inches apart.

Genna and Cat were gazing into each other’s eyes, mouths hanging open as they were both ploughed together. Ned’s eyes washed over Genna’s naked form, taking in her beautiful face, her golden tresses, her large breasts, her flawless back and fat arse. He saw Mance was doing the same to Cat.

Eventually, Ned and Mance locked eyes for a few seconds, then burst into laughter. When their laughter ended, they saw their wives had begun to kiss each other deeply, groping each other’s breasts as their tongues danced.

“How about a competition?” Mance ventured.

“Whoever lasts longest gets to fuck them both until he finishes?” Ned answered him, hoping he hadn’t just insulted one of his most powerful lords.

“If you think you can win, Stark…” Mance panted.

Ned knew he would win. When it came to stamina, none could best him.

They shook hands in agreement and resumed ravaging their wives. Cat was to first to be brought to a screaming climax, with Genna not too far behind her, bringing Mance to his end. The four of them stoped for a moment, Ned’s cock still looming intimidatingly massive and harder than Uru.

“You do not have to do this.” Ned told the Ryders, “The agreement was partly in jest anyway.”

“Ah… It was still an agreement and I keep my word.” Mance replied looking at Genna, who was biting her lip as she gazed at Ned’s cock. “What do you wish, Genna?”

She paused for a moment. “If I did, I would drink moontea…”

“Of course.”

“Are you alright with this?“ Genna asked her husband.

“I made the agreement. If it is to be done, i’d want it to Ned.” He answered, “He’s a dear friend, he’s saved my life more times than I can count, I owe him…” he paused, “Besides, it’s not like mine is the only cock you’ve ever had!“ he laughed as he smacked Genna’s arse, earning a giggle from his wife.

“Are you staying?” Ned asked.

“I’ll snooze until you’re done, i’ve always been easy to sleep after finishing.” Mance chuckled as he lay down and dozed off.

Ned looked down on Genna and Cat as he sat on a bench and they knelt between his legs, staring at his massive, throbbing cock. Genna was slightly flushed, drawing one of her plump lips between her teeth. She was clearly aroused by the sight of Ned’s cock, glistening in the light, coated in evidence of Cat’s pleasure.

“Go on… Taste it…” Cat gently urged her.

Genna’s lips slowly parted, her tongue reaching out as her mouth latched on to the head of his cock. Her eyes closed as she moaned at the taste of Ned and Cat together. Soon after her, Cat joined in. Ned could hardly believe what he was seeing. Both Cat and Genna were sucking his cock with gusto, their mouths making loud slurping noises as they moved in unison, their blonde and red heads moving up and down his length.

Cat quickly moved to take Ned’s balls into her mouth, leaving Genna to satisfy his cock. She took his full length deep into her with one stroke, causing Ned to breath heavily through his flared nostrils as his throbbing shaft pulsated in Genna’s throat. Ned could tell she was really beginning to get into it as her tongue ran around his girth and her lips caressed along his length. Her big, green eyes were beginning to water as she sucked him hard.

Ned took hold of her golden hair and looked directly into her eyes as she gazed up at him submissively. Cat was doing the same thing, her lips and tongue massaging his balls as if they were the most valuable things in the world.

Ned could see she was also groping Genna as they worked his cock together, grabbing her tits, fingers running over her cunt. Cat’s efforts on Genna were clearly being rewarded as Ned felt her moans vibrating from her mouth, through his cock.

“Fuck…” Ned grunted, holding their heads in place as he began to thrust his hips, chasing the pleasure they freely gave to him. 

“She certainly knows how to suck cock.” Cat observed, removing her mouth from his balls for a few seconds.

“Mance is a lucky man…” Ned chuckled, as Mance’s wife eagerly sucked his cock.

Cat pulled Genna of Ned’s cock by her hair, then took his cock in hand and slapped it on Genna’s face a few times. Genna breathed deeply, gulping down air and breathing in the musk of his cock, which was longer than her face.

After a few slaps, Genna’s face was covered in an array of fluids: Cat’s pleasure, Ned’s pre-seed and her own saliva. Cat drew Genna in for another, searing kiss, their mouths clashing together in a fight for dominance. The sight of the two, incredibly beautiful women kissing was near enough to make Ned finish right there.

After they pulled apart, they both went back to caressing his cock with their tongues. He held their heads in place as he thrust between their lips. Their bodies shook at the movement, their titanic tits swaying back and forth as their spit flowed from their mouths.
  
Ned felt himself close to the end, so he began thrusting with renewed fervour. He jerked the women’s heads back and along his cock, their lips were pressed together around it. His large balls would slap their chins occasionally as he kept thrusting. The noises they were making as he used their mouths were obscene, all slurping and moaning and noises he couldn’t describe.

Ned’s head fell back as he felt the eruption begin. He let go of their heads and they eagerly waited with their mouths wide open.

“Fucking take it!” Ned shouted as he covered their faces and breasts with his seed.

It lasted for minutes as Ned deposited rope after rope on the women. He made sure to aim a few into their mouths, making sure Genna got a good taste of him. After he was done, Genna and Cat began to lick Ned’s seed off each other, Genna paying particular attention to Cat’s massive breasts, licking every inch.

“Wow…” Genna panted as she knelt on the floor next to Cat. “Gods! That was…” Then she saw Ned’s cock had not softened. “How are you still hard?!?” She let out a small shriek as Ned lifted her up and laid her on the wooden bench.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Ned growled as he settled between her thighs and teased her cunt lips with his cock. He saw her eyes fill with desire as her skin flushed. Cat got up from her position and straddled Genna’s face.

“I hope you can pleasure a woman as well as you suck cock.” She teased, placing her cunt on Genna’s mouth.

“Well, Maege has told me i’m very skilled.” She responded confidently. “She, Tormund, Mance and I have foursomes every now-and-then…” She explained.

“Well, if Maege says it, then you must be-ah!” Cat let out a high pitched whine as Genna’s tongue dove into her depths. Ned’s eyes locked with Cat’s heavily lidded ones, she flashed him a smile and a wink. Ned decided it was high time Genna knew what his cock felt like.

Ned hooked his arms under her legs, hoisting them up. He looked over her beautiful body as she pleasured his wife, drawing moans from Cat’s mouth as she undulated her hips. In one, smooth motion, Ned thrust his cock all the way inside Genna.

Cat’s cunt muffled the majority of her scream, but she was still loud enough to wake the dead. Genna’s hands had already snaked around Cat’s thighs, but now she had them in a death grip. Cat pressed her hips down, to keep Genna’s mouth buried in her cunt. Ned watched as she leaned down and cupped Genna’s large breasts for his view. “Genna has amazing breasts, doesn’t she?”

“Marvellous.” Ned responded, “I’ll fuck them after i’m done with her cunt.”

With that, Ned began to withdraw from Genna, then thrust back in again… and again… and again. It didn’t take long before she climaxed around Ned’s cock, her shrieks of pleasure muffled by Cat’s cunt. Her arms flailed as she tried to find something to grip, her chest arched upwards, emphasising her very large breasts. Eventually her convulsions settled down as Ned continued to pound her cunt.

Genna’s cunt welcomed Ned with every thrust. He felt her tight, velvet tunnel massaging his member as it surged deeper into her core. Even through the onslaught of pleasure from Ned, Genna still worked her tongue around Cat’s cunt, making her coo and whimper as she climaxed. Ned drew Cat in for a kiss as they both used Genna. Their tongues danced together as both worked their hips.

Genna was shivering through her fourth climax as Ned surveyed her body. He large tits pleasantly bounced in time with Ned’s thrusts. He reached forward to pinch her nipples, earning more shivers from the lady of house Ryder.

“Gods! Your cunt is divine.” Ned grunted. “Mance really is a lucky man.”

It didn’t take much longer before Ned found his end. After a few more frenzied thrusts, he withdrew from Genna and sprayed his seed all over her front, letting out a loud roar “FUCKING TAKE IT!”

Of course, the trio continued for quite a while longer. After Cat had licked Ned’s seed of Genna, she had made her kneel down in front of Ned’s cock and masturbated him using Genna’s tits, whispering utter filth into her ear. Something she found thoroughly amusing as she was normally the one in Genna’s position, with Ash being the one behind her, using her tits to pleasure Ned. That ended with him covering Genna’s face with his seed.

After a time, Mance stopped snoozing and was quite surprised to see the three of them still going at it. He went back to fucking Genna as Ned ploughed Cat, making a jape that Genna felt much looser now, earning him a light slap on the chest from his wife as they laughed together. Mance spent himself inside Genna again and bowed out of the fun, letting his wife stay and enjoy the threesome a while longer.

The three of them tried a range of positions, ending on Genna lying on top of Cat, with the two of them in passionate embrace as Ned alternated fucking them. A dozen thrusts into Cat… then some more into Genna… then back to Cat… to Genna again.

“I want you to spend yourself inside me.” Genna whined as Ned thrust into Cat, spanking Genna’s arse red.

“Are you sure?” Ned panted, being close to the end of his rope.

“Yessssss!” Genna shivered, “I’ll drink moontea, I just want to know what it feels like to have you seeding my womb!”

Ned, ever the servant to his people, acquiesced to her request.

With one last thrust of his throbbing cock, he filled Genna’s womb with his seed, earning a guttural scream from the lady of house Ryder. The three people lay together in the sauna, naked, sweating and covered in each other’s release.

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18 years after Robert’s Rebellion

The Pack Survives

“Are you ready yet?” Elia asked, sitting naked at her desk in their room, gazing into her looking-glass as she brushed her dark tresses.

“I don’t really understand why you do that.” Ned responded, laying a kiss on the top of her head. It was a mystery to Ned why Elia insisted on brushing her hair before she changed forms. A full-moon was rising. That meant that werewolves would be forced into transformation. Ned wouldn’t be, as he wasn’t technically a werewolf, but he would not abandon the members of his family that had chosen to become werewolves.

When a Stark reached eight-and-ten, the option was made available for them to become werewolves. The same option was afforded to those who married a Stark. So far, all of Ned’s and Benjen’s children that had been able, chose to. So Robb, Jon, Alysanne and Benjen’s oldest son: Alfred would be joining Ned Ash, Cat, Elia and Benjen in the pack. Elia wasn’t married to Ned, but he had made the druids give her the offer so she wouldn’t be left out.

Ned felt Ash and Cat’s naked bodies being pressed into his back. “All of us being naked… Makes me want to do things…” Ash purred in his ear.

“I think we have time…” Cat joined in, rubbing her hand over his hardening member.

Ned turned to his wives, giving them both a kiss. “While I wish it were true, we do not. This is Alysanne’s first full-moon, she’ll need us to be there on time.”

“Of course, you’e right.” Ash responded. “I do hope the guards cleared our path properly this time.” As changing their form would ruin their clothes, they decided not to wear them on these occasions. That had meant walking through Winterfell to the godswood, naked. The guards were usually able to clear them a path, so there would be no people in the way. Last time, they had missed a couple of maids who’d gone beet-red at the sight of his cock.

Ned could hear the howling from outside, “It’s time.”

Ned led his women from their room, with Fang, Redmane and Starlight padding alongside them.

They quickly made their way to the godswood, without incident. When they got there, the transformations to wolf forms were a quick and easy matter, the benefit of years spent practicing control. Gone were the days of painful skin-changing that left them aching, now it was as easy as putting on well-worn leather shoes.

Cat’s wolf form was slim, with fur as red as her hair, she almost looked like a massive fox. Ash’s form was silver, she had an ethereal glow in the light of the moon, and deep purple eyes. Elia’s form was the smallest of the three women, though still more than capable of killing a knight in full enchanted plate armour. Her fur was a sandy-brown-tallowy colour, should have looked more at home in the sands of Dorne, than in the snows of the North.

Ned, Ash, Cat and Elia padded alongside Fang, Redmane and Starlight, moving towards the great direwolf pack that lived in the godswood. Beric’s direwolf, Roach, was already with the pack, he greeted them with a playful yelp. Roach was a funny direwolf, multiple times they’d found him standing on the roof of a house, seemingly unaware of how he got there and unsure as to how he would get down.

Ned searched for the familiar scents of his mother and father’s direwolves along with Brandon’s. Being near them always made Ned feel like he was with his lost family members again. He found them quickly. Racket, his mother’s direwolf and the mother of Fang, fussed over them, grooming their fur and making sure they smelled like they should.

Soon enough, Robb and Jon showed up, with Greywind and Ghost in tow. Cat gave a yelp and bounded towards them, her tail wagging. Robb suspiciously covered in Rhaenys’ scent. They think they’re so sneaky… Ned thought. It did not matter, truly. They were to be married soon enough, if they wished to bed down together beforehand, Ned would be a hypocrite to stop them. Not far behind them were Benjen and Alfred, followed by Warden and Uhtred. Finally, came Steelcoat, followed by Alysanne, walking stiffly, no-doubt still acclimatising to her new form. Ash gave her a few, comforting licks and stayed by her side. Once the whole pack had been assembled, the hundreds of direwolves began to howl in unison, singing to the moon and Fenric, the Old God and sire of all direwolves.

Ned led the pack to the cave they used to leave the Winterfell castle. The other side was deep in the forest and protected by magic. Only the wolves knew it’s location. They left the pups of the pack with a dozen direwolves to guard them in the main den. Ned led them through the dark cave. Ned was grateful they had such excellent vision in the dark, as the journey would be more difficult otherwise. It took them over an hour to reach the mouth of the cave, but eventually they were all free to breath the night air and run unrestrained through the dense forests.

They spent the first few hours just enjoying the freedom. The younger members of the pack had time to play under the watchful eyes of the older pack-members. The pack had come to a frozen lake and were having fun, sliding along the ice together. Alysanne spent most of it getting used to her new legs, jumping and bounding through the snow with Steelcoat and Ash, yelping with delight. Ned sat on a large rock, overlooking all the direwolves as they frolicked in the snow. He saw Redmane give Fang a playful nip on the tale so he would chase her through the snow. Cat and Elia were taking turns jumping into a hot spring pool and climbing out, then jumping back in.

Eventually, the time for play came to an end. The pack was well fed, but they still needed to hone their skills at hunting and the younger ones needed to learn. So Ned gave a long howl, to signify the beginning of the hunt. The first scent they came across turned out to be a group of beastmen living in the woods. They had what looked like human remains roasting on a spit. Ned quickly led to pack in to deal with the danger to his people.

It wasn’t much of a fight, the group was mostly Ungor and Gorherd with a few centaurs. There were barely a dozen of them. Scores of direwolves quickly tore the monsters to shreds, howling in their victory.

However, beastmen would not provide sustenance, a side effect of the magical corruption that made them monsters in the first place. Eating the flesh of a beastman would make man or beast very sick, even turning into a beastman themselves. So, the pack continued searching for their prey, until they came upon a very promising trail: a herd of mammoths.

It took the pack hours to catch up to them, they traveled many miles to earn their food. Ned had to keep looking back to make sure that Alysanne wasn’t falling behind. Sometimes it was hard for the newly transformed to keep up. But to her credit, she kept up with the rest of them, even leading from the front with her brothers and mothers beside her.

Eventually, they came across a wild herd of mammoths. There were well over thirty of them, a very healthy number. Ned could lead his pack to killing a few with a clean conscience.

The direwolves began by surrounding the herd. Mammoths were quite a bit bigger than direwolves and heavier too. However, with the numbers they had, they would certainly be able to bring one down. The mammoths closed ranks around their smallest. Ned and Benjen made sure that the children were only standing back and watching the seasoned hunters work.

Racket lived up to her name, barking menacingly at the mammoths as they tried to move into a tighter formation. The aim of the direwolves was to scare the mammoths into a stampede, then chase them until a few got too tired to run away.

The pack was well practiced, they would circle around the herd, snarling and barking. Charging in, then backing off. Enough to scare anything into running. After a time, it worked. One mammoth got scared and ran, then all the others followed and the chase was on.

There were few things in life that got Ned’s blood singing like a good hunt. He and Benjen were at the head of the pack again, yapping at the heels of the running mammoths, with Ash, Cat and Elia close behind. Direwolves had more stamina, so now it was a waiting game until a few mammoths got too tired to run anymore.

A group of wolves split off from the main pack, led by Ned’s father’s direwolf, Havoc. He circled his group around to the front of the mammoth herd, trying to scare them into splitting into smaller groups. It worked.

A group of three, large mammoths split off from the main group, enough to feed the pack that night. Ned gave a howl to the direwolves that were following him to chase the three mammoths. He sunk his teeth into the back legs of one of the mighty beasts, tasting it’s blood. Others were doing the same thing, to his mammoth and the other two.

Eventually, the three mammoths stopped running and stood their ground. They were too tired to run. All three lasted nearly an hour on their feet. Even though they had their tusks, they could only defend from one direction and were quite vulnerable from behind.

One of the mammoths sent Roach cartwheeling into the air with a flick of it’s tusk. Thankfully, the tusk did not pierce him the snow was deep enough to give him a soft landing. Ned saw Ash and Alysanne savagely tearing into the back leg of a mammoth, making it fall to the ground, strangely it made him proud.

All three mammoths fell to the ground and the direwolves howled into the night sky, to signal to the rest of the pack they had their food and where to find them. The whole pack sang together that night, revealing in the glory of their hunt under the moon.

Ned lay down in the snow, panting, cooling him down from the long hunt as he watched his children bound about in the snow. Ash, Cat and Elia came over and lay down beside him, panting into the cool night air.