Ironrath

"I will take Ironrath for you, father", you announce with a firm voice. Your father nods. "Very well. After you take it, head towards White Harbor unless I send new instructions. Raymun and I will leave at first light tomorrow, you can stay for another day if you wish; but don't wait longer than that. We do not know whether news of our attack has already spread."

You spend the day talking to the men assigned to your ****. It's a small army, a bit more than 300 men. Later, you retreat to your chambers with {if party_gilly=1}Gilly{elseif party_sylvi=1}Sylvi{endif}, now a lot less uncomfortable around you. You have already decided you want to make her into your maidservant lover, she's way too cute to be a ****. She doesn't hesitate when you ask her to get on her knees as you sit on the bed and free your erect cock. You carefully guide her head towards it and gently push her down. Even though she doesn't know what she's doing, her mouth already feels amazingly good. Her soft lips caress your tip, and her tongue touches the shaft as it's trying to find a place in her mouth.
"Now just gently suck on it. That's right. Good work", you instruct her as she carefully explores your member with her tongue. You enjoy the adorable sight of her pretty face in your lap, her big eyes, and the small drips of saliva in the corners of her mouth. You grab her head and push her deeper, causing her to twitch and struggle.
"Don't worry", you say and release her head. "Just try your best. You'll learn quickly."
And indeed, she manages to take almost your entire length just a few minutes later. The lesson is cut short by your explosive climax, and as you send down your semen down her throat, she dutifully swallows it all, then gives you a devout look. You caress her cheek. "You did good, {if party_gilly=1}Gilly{elseif party_sylvi=1}Sylvi{endif}."

That night, she cuddles close to you and rests her head on your chest. She still has much to learn, but she seems to trust you already. You close your eyes, imagining the fun you'll have with her over the next years...

As you wake up the next day, it's late morning. Your father and brother have already left, and you spend some time letting {if party_gilly=1}Gilly{elseif party_sylvi=1}Sylvi{endif} practice her blowjob skills. It's past midday when you finally leave Castle Black on the back of a grey horse, 300 infantrymen with you and {if party_gilly=1}Gilly{elseif party_sylvi=1}Sylvi{endif} on a wagon with supplies.

The mood is tense during the march. You try to avoid civilization as much as possible to postpone the discovery of the invasion a little bit more. The sooner a major Lord knows about your army, the sooner that information will travel South, and the sooner the Eyrie will be on higher alert.
Every evening, you share your bedroll with {if party_gilly=1}Gilly{elseif party_sylvi=1}Sylvi{endif}, who not only takes care of your sexual desires, but is also a welcome source of warmth in the cold northern nights.

You stay away from both the Kingsroad and Queenscrown and then try to make your way through the Wolfswood. Progress is slow, but {if party_gilly=1}Gilly{elseif party_sylvi=1}Sylvi{endif} learns fast. After 19 days, your scouts report of a castle that seems to fit the rather vague description of Highpoint. You hope that the limited knowledge of Westeros won't destroy all plans and make camp for the day, giving {if party_gilly=1}Gilly{elseif party_sylvi=1}Sylvi{endif} an especially good fuck. As she falls asleep in your arms with a blissful look, you let your mind wander. Are you content with all this? You certainly have it good as a commander under your father, but wouldn't it even be greater to be a King yourself? You could have all the girls you wanted...

Quickly you banish those thoughts from your mind and close your eyes, listening to {if party_gilly=1}Gilly{elseif party_sylvi=1}Sylvi{endif}'s soft breath as you slowly drift out of consciousness.

It takes you another week to finally find the castle you're looking for. Ironrath is an impressive fortress, but with a small population from what you can tell. It's beautifully placed between mountain cliffs and surrounded by Ironwood forests. You make camp, fuck your wildling concubine to sleep and then wait for nightfall.

Three hours after sunset, you sneak through the coppice while six of your men use grappling hooks to take the walls. They silence the few defenders before they can sound the alarm, and as the castle seems to wake up from its slumber, the heavy main gate already opens, allowing you to lead the rest of the army inside. There is barely any fighting, the defenders quickly realize they're outnumbered; and before midnight, Lord Gregor Forrester hands over the keys and you have won your first Lordship. Lord Yohn of Ironrath, you think, that sounds decent.

The men occupy the Great Hall and search through the Forrester's supplies to organize a small feast. You take your rightful place at the top end and enjoy the meat and the wine. The women of the house - Lady Elissa Forrester and her daughter Talia Forrester, as well as Lady Elaena Glenmore, the betrothed of the Lord's son - sit besides you as your spoils of war. You muster them with arousal. Definitely not the worst yield, who knows what White Harbor would have brought. Elaena Glenmore is a classic Northern beauty with fair skin and dark hair. Elissa Forrester is a mature, but still oddly attractive woman with blonde hair and a stern look. Her daughter has much softer features and beautiful puppy eyes; and an amazingly beautiful voice.

The supply wagon with {if party_gilly=1}Gilly{elseif party_sylvi=1}Sylvi{endif} and the rest of your men is brought inside the walls, and your concubine joins the feast for a few minutes, but quickly decides to go to bed again. You lead her to one of the more comfortable rooms - you'll need the Lord's Chamber unoccupied - and return to the Great Hall, thinking about which of these three ladies you want to have a taste of first...