Getting devoured by Fire

In heat.

That phrase was the only thing rushing through Lyonels mind when the wildling woman kissed him. Her warm lips pressed on his, her smoldering body inching closer and closer and finally, her hot tongue invading his mouth. In heat, her or him, or both, the room, the temperature was rising. Lyonels eyes, closed throughout the kiss, opened when their lips departed an inch from each other. At the rims of his vision, her red hair seemed to form a glowing halo around her and only the whispered words from her lips reminded him the was a person in the center of it.

"Take me, with you", the second half somehow more hushed than the first, "I have the eyes of an eagle", said eyes glimmered blue and grey, "and claws more nimble than any cat", formerly squarely on his chest, one of them moved up and the other down, "be it bows or knives or", her lower one stopped right before entering his trousers, "something bigger. I can fight for my own and I'm useful to have around."

At that Lyonel made his cock twitch in his confines, the massive tool straining his trousers and forcing the top button to get undone. Reading her cue, the redheads hand entered the den of the beast. As her fingertips found the very base of his dick and got an inkling of an idea about its girth, her mouth dropped open.

"There are huge challenges ahead of you", Lyonel grabbed Ygrittes butt cheeks with both hands and pulled her so close, her own was entrapped in his pants.

Ygritte licked her lips and drove her hand deeper into the confined space. No retreat and no surrender, such a good girl.

"I don't back down in the face of enormous threats", now her upper hand slung to his neck and started crawling his hair.

She leaned in for another kiss, Lyonel answered her in kind. Her tongue cautiously slid into his mouth, easily getting subdued by his. They ended the kiss, a breathy moan becoming her parting gift.

"Show me how you handle hard situations", Lyonel gave her both her butt cheeks a heavy pull down and she slumped to her knees in front of him.

The fire in her eyes remained, but it had lost its predatory glint. It dulled a little, the difference like staring into a fireside and watching your stove heat up. Sure, the second was a lot less likely to have you burn yourself, but both were able to leave nasty scars. I have to keep cautious with this one...

His breeches flying down, the challenged wildling woman unleashed Lyonels hidden weapon and let it pierce her heart. Through her throat. She had driven forward instantly, no foreplay, no kisses, no licks, no getting acquainted with it, just pure shock that translated into rushing head first at the danger. GAWK GAWK GAWK, a danger she was thoroughly ill prepared for. This was a woman with sexual experience, she had tried seducing and alternatively killing him like a black widow when he entered the room. And yet she struggled already after getting over his plump cockhead. Lyonel noticed again what a massive outlier he was in this world. Even the prostitues he met the other day were struggling to wrap their head around his size, figuratively at least. Now this strong, independent woman was struggling to wrap her head around his size literally.

"The dainty women of the South could at least take the first half", he bluffed condescendingly while laying his hand on her forehead, "maybe you aren't coping with the weather that well. You are pretty out of breath and getting a fever."

She withdrew,"I can't help it if you heat me up", her smile turning smirky, "you arrogant princeling."

"Am I being too cocky for you? I feel like I might need to look for an actual woman to assist me, not a virgin still green between her ears", talking about colour, her face now rivaled her hair.

"A virgin?!", her huffing blew gushes of hot air down his shaft, "I've been turning boys to men since you've been suckling your mother teets."

Suckling on Cerceis tits... Putting that captivating image in his head, she rushed forth again, this time cramming more and more of his rod into her throat. The first drops of saliva spilling from the corners of her mouth reached his balls, reminding Lyonel that they went unattended so far.

"Balls", she didn't hear him, so engrossed in her commitment, "Balls!", this time her eyes opened and she retreated a little, only leaving a third of him in her mouth.

"Those dainty little hands of yours? When pleasuring a man with your mouth, you put them on his balls. Those are the two orbs below the shaft, in case you were wondering. This being your first time and everything", he taunted her further.

"You cocky bastard! Wha-", she had spat out his cock to quip back, but Lyonel was having none of it. Gripping her flaming locks firmly with his right hand and holding his cock steady with the other, he had shoved her back on. Deeper than before. A lot deeper.

She fought shortly, slapping his legs, but as he held her stationary, the struggle didn't last long.

Her arms dropped to her sides.

Her eyes become half-lidded.

Her breathing steadied.

Her tongue started circling the bottom half of his cock.

And her hands found his testicles, softly caressing both of them.

He let go of her head and let out a sigh, "Yes, this is what I'm talking about."

Slowly drawing back on his cock, her fingers still fondling his testicles, she rested her mouth millimeters in front of his cockhead and began speaking feaverishly.

"You're right, you're so right. I never had sex with a man. Never. There are no men beyond that wall or beneath it. Just one man, from down south, coming to fuck us up. Down south. Can I stand up? Please? I've been a virgin for too long, it's about time a real man made me a real woman", one of her hands redirected and started stroking his cock, before she planted a kiss right on the center of the pillars end, "Come, take my maidenhood!"

Don't have to tell me twice...Lyonel picked her up and threw her on the improvised jail cells bunk, her hair rustled wildly, forming a pillow of flames around her head. Ygritte takes a couple of hastened breaths and discards of the line of fabric that protected her nethers, not that there had been much to begin with. But she ripped it open with enough **** to tear a septas robes and uncovered a treasure most holy. Her pussy was framed by a red halo, surprisingly flat on top of her quivering quim. Lyonel took off his clothes, slowly, piece by piece. As if to infuriate Ygritte further, he started at the top. And even before fully uncovering his broad shoulders and chiseled chest, the wildling prisoner in front of him had already begun touching herself in anticipation. His shoes followed and after stepping out of his downed pants, he finally moved between her legs.

So much teasing, so little release. The time for foreplay was over, it was time to crank up the heat. Lyonel, shaft in hand, moved into missionary position and sank his tip into her.

"IIIIRGH", Ygritte silenced herself by biting her bottom lip.

First I turn a northern Freefolk into a southern Kneeler and then I take a strong, independant womans virginity, I love this world.

"So, this is sex, but you said you experienced that already, didn't you?", he slowly started thrusting inside her and hoped he could coax some dirty talk out of her.

"Nooooooo way, *this* is sex. I never had sex befoe. You're fucking me, you're the *first one* fucking me. A cock bigger than a giants and you've already lasted longer than all the wildlings and the boy in black combined-"

Right, the timeline has moved forward multiple years. With Ygritte at the Wall, her affair with Jon Snow must have happened (and probably ended) already. Might be smart to inquire more about that.

"-AAAARG", Lyonel made her interrupt herself with a particularly deep thrust.

"You've tested your captors here and are still locked up, wow, you must have seriously disappointed them, huh?"

"Disappointed THEM?", her laughter vibrated through her body, sending pleasant twitches through her nethers. "I had the ~pleasure~ of one of them so far", her voice drips maliciousness, "and I dread the memory of each resulting mistake."

"A wildling having an affair with a brother of the Nightswatch, I remember a fairytale about that. Or a gruesome bedtime story, now that I think about it."

On the outside the winds grew harsher, the snow hitting the walls aggresively.

"It was nothing your bards would sing about. A dainty boy luring a naive gal with promises of love and freedom. A few spurts of watery disappointment shot from the pinky between his legs. And then betrayel to run back and bow to the rooster of crows again", she closed her legs around Lyonels back and pulled him as close into her as she could handle.

"MMMMMGGGGGGAAAAAAAAA", she gasped and started cumming uncontrollably, her wails so loud even the worsening weather couldn't have tuned them out fully.

Moan after moan, followed by outcries that might have been intended as words, but ended up as drawn out, senseless begging. The only word Lyonel was certain he heard her repeat over and over again was:

"MMMOOOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRRRR", her eyes closed shut, she was sinking into absoloute pleasure.

More? Lyonel wasn't someone to disappoint a lady. He hoped the scout was as flexible as one might assume, as he pulled back and settled his weight on his knees to free up his hands. He gripped her ankles and layed them on his shoulders. Standing up she was now dangling in the air, only her head and arms still on the bed, the rest held steady by the massive phallic insertion into her.

"I will give you more, but I also deserve more. Show me that you're worth my effort", Lyonel grinned down at her and draw her ass upward repeatedly, pumping his shaft down into her.

With feral vigor Ygritte started massaging the parts of cock that were inside of her through her abdomen, licked her other hand and then used it to massage the half that was still outside her heating furnace.

"I am! I am! I am! Fuck me my prince! My king! My god! I renounce the crumply trees, this is the only holy white wood I serve! Let me weave my red hair around it, we'll make a mockery of any wood-whisperer!", her inner grip tightened, getting used to her massive visitor, "You made me kneel, renounce the North, renounce the men and gods I held true, now let me serve you!"

She pushed her feet from his shoulders, resulting in archer doing a roll backwards, then shot forward. Kneeling on the bed she bowed under his heavy nutsack, laying his balls atop her flamming locks. She turned upward covering them with kisses and her hands found themselves on his shaft jacking him off.

Lyonel felt victorious. On top of the world. I matter. I influence the people around me. I control. I can avoid the chaos and turmoil that would befall everyone. I will shape this world.

With that thought ringing in his head, Lyonel came and released a massive torrent of cum on the redhead beneath him.