The Hideout

The odd couple kept trudging through the snow, the prince and the spearwife, while another bout of snow started to fall. Lyonel thought how his father would have laughed at the sight, the young, slip of a girl helping his much larger self navigate the snow, but Ygritte was better at handling the cold and snow that she had lived with her entire life, much better than Lyonel who only saw proper snow a month ago. The cloak of a Night's Watchmen also served Ygritte well more than Lyonel's southern made clothes. Ygritte has insisted that he take it instead, to which he point blanc refused.

"There," Ygritte said, pointing to a cave. "Only a little way more to go."

Lyonel grunted in agreement, eager to get out of the cold. But then he stopped dead in his tracks, face blanched. The mouth of the cave was littered with bones, of both animals and humans. This was the home of a large predator, a bear, a shadow cat, or maybe something worse.

Seeing his face, Ygritte laughed. "That's just an old trick of our folk. Something to scare off the crows if they come snooping around where they don't belong."

With that the redhead confidently strode into the cave and Lyonel followed, trying his best not to think of where those human bones had come from. Once inside, he realized that the cave was much larger from the inside than he realized, going deep below ground. Clamping his claustrophobia, Lyonel reassured himself with how familiar all of this seemed to look to Ygritte and followed her.

The deeper they went, the warmer it got, until the two reached the large interior of the cave. Lyonel gasped as he saw a large lake, with occasional bubbles popping over and steam rising from it. Was it an underground spring? Another memory came back to Lyonel, a memory from a different life, where Ygritte took different man to an underground lake. Was this the same one she shared Jon Snow with? He had lost all sense of directions, and it may well have been possible.

Ygritte quickly shed off the outer layers of her clothes. Realizing only then how warm it had gotten, Lyonel wiped away the beads of sweat on his brow and followed suit.

The wildling girl looked around and pointed at a rock near the edge of the lake. "Sit there," she ordered in a motherly voice.

Lyonel, amused at how overprotective Ygritte had already gotten about him, sat on the rock and looked on as she got to work.

She went to the wall of the cave, and after inspecting it for a time with her fingertips, removed out a rock that had been fitted into the cave wall. Inside was quite a large hole carved into rock. Ygritte put her hands inside and took out things from it one by one. First was a stack of wood, wrapped in furs to avoid the moisture getting into it. She placed pieces of wood in front of Lyonel and soon a roaring fire was blazing in front of him. Then came a roughly hewn bowl, which she filled with water from the lake and placed above the fire. As the fire was burning, she took out hunks of dried meat from the cave as well as some herbs and chucked them into the pot. Soon a delicious aroma filled the cave, and the two, not having had any food for the better part of the day, found themselves salivating and willing the food to get cooked faster.

Lyonel looked at the beautiful girl, her red hair glowing warmly in the fire light. This was certainly the best way to withstand the cold outside. The hostility of out there was countered by the hospitality the serving wildling girl provided Lyonel, generating a comfort that reminded him of home. Home. A place down south, that would have no place for a woman that doesn't just cut her prey with a knife, but also her own hair and people she has disagreements with. That was bound to become a problem eventually...

"We need to have a talk", Lyonel rubbed his hands and fixed his eyes on hers.

She returned his look attentively and waited for him to tell her about what, with an air of anxiousness.

"When we go South you need to behave yoursel-", the prince didn't get farther before the woman interrupted his speech.

"Beh-"

"Did I stutter?", Lyonel interrupted his interrupter. Ygrittes face showed mock affront, but stayed silent none the less.

"You know how to get along here, this is your terrain", he gestured around them to the fire and food, "But I'll take you south, like you wanted me to, and there are other rules at play. Rules you will follow or you'll beg the old gods themselves to put your back in that comfy cell at the Wall. Do you understand? And don't just say you do, it's not enough for you to hear me now, you need to understand me. Do you understand what awaits you down south?"

She thought for a while, her eyes apparently trying to draw answers from the fire, before turning back to him.

"I guess I don't. What... uhm... what is waiting there for me?", a moment of insecurity made her seem half her age for a moment.

"Nothing. Nothing is waiting for you, that's why you'll have to do your best to fit in. For me there are a waiting: women I am attached to, conventions I am bound to and duties I am sworn to. I have a place for you, a place you'll be safe", a smile crossed his lips, "and warm. But you have to do what I say and fit in. Can you do that? Can you take orders?"

"What? Take orders? What am I som-"

"Ygritte, this is no time for your free folk pride. South of the Wall, we play by rules. Have you ever wondered why men actually guard the Wall? Take the black, abdicate all women and live in this godforsaken cold? That's a punishment. If you anger your lord, you break a law, you cause mayhem or act like free folk, then having to serve at the Wall is the light punishment they dish out. The alternative is dismemberment or ****, depending on whom you angered. And we're talking about the capital, the people you'd anger there do not take lightly to disrespect. I'll protect you, I swear that by you, but I can only do that if you in turn do what I tell you. So for a final time, do you understand me?"

"Yes", this time her answer was firm and immediate, "Yes, I do. I've been outnumbered many times, have been behind enemy lines, if you want, so I can adept. But I get it, the South is different and I don't know anything about that. So I'll listen to you, blend in and you guide me, right?"

"Yes, that's how we'll do it", he held out his hand and Ygritte took it, "You'll see, the city is littered with snakes, but at least it's warm. So much warmer."

They rubed their hands and smiled at the prospect of sharing some warmth.

"I'd come with you straight into the sun to get out of this mess. Besides, who else in the world has a decent cock? I have to follow you to ever be satisfied again."

"You call yourself a free woman, but the moment you get a good dicking, you follow a southern prince just to serve him, huh?", the two inched closer together.

"Well if you call what we did last night serving, then yes, I'm ready to do plenty of that", she said, while massaging Lyonel's cock. The last shreds of cold left his body as she pressed her feverishly hot lips against his.

"You can keep your hand down there, but aim your head at the pot, sating this hunger", he looked to his crotch, "doesn't actually fill my belly."

"But it would fill mine" Ygritte mumbled grudgingly, before reluctantly going back to staring at the pot again. "Wouldn't want this thing to boil over. The last thing I need is for you to go hungry today."

"You're really good with the stew, I guess rationing for yourself taught you a thing or two about cooking. Maybe I'll find a place for you with the kitchen staff? But that would put you out of sight for the majority of the time. No, I think I'll give you to my wife-to-be as a handmaiden. I'll have you around most of the time then and you'd be a well disguised guard for her."

"I should prance around behind your wife, weave flowers into her hair, have my knife ready under my nethers and OH YES, serve my prince?", her hand picked up speed and Lyonel continued to grow to full size.

"Yes, something like that, would that be a problem?", he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.

"What is she like?", Ygritte asked in a breathy tone.

"Young and innocent, the epitome of a southern damsel. Pretty and lithe, nothing to complain, tthough her hair isn't as bright a red as yours", a smirk flew over his lips.

That made Ygritte smile. "Well, in that case, I'll have to make sure you see plenty of that."

Ygritte kicked a piece a wood out from under the fireplace, to reduce or to get Lyonel to open his eyes again, shook her head, making her red locks bounce and descended on his cock. Although she didn't have to descend far, Lyonels meaty pillar had risen so high by now that her seated position only needed to hunch over marginally. Her tongue danced around his cockhead, her breath escaped through her nose down over his shaft and through her stretched out lips more and more spit started flowing down and coating him down to his balls in warm, sticky comfort.

She tried to smile around the flesh filling her mouth, her characteristic wickedness gleaming through. With a loud SLUUUURP, she detached herself from his tip while continuing her jacking motion.

"Remember saying you'll teach me the pleasures of fucking a woman? I will be staying with your wife, right? Sooooo maybe you can keep your promise and have me service your pretty little wife in an additional way."

Lyonel laughed. "I would love to see that. And could you imagine Snow's face if he learned that you fucked his sister?"

"Snow's sister?" a shocked Ygritte asked. "You are going to marry Jon Snow's sister?"

"Aye", Lyonel petted her head cockily.

Ygritte snickered in delight. "No wonder he looked even more frumpy than usual. You fucked the woman that fool let go and you'll fuck woman he grew up with too?"

Soon both were chuckling, having come full circle from going on about customs and fitting in, towards going against all etiquette and enjoying depravity to its fullest. Lyonel could feel Ygrittes satisfaction at kicking back against the man that abandoned her and himself found comfort in being the one that brought her closure. Especially in such a pleasurable way. But the fun had overtaken the eroticism of the situation, so Ygritte would for now have to be satisfied with the few drops of appatizer she had coxed out of Lyonel. He felt nature call, stood up and donned the warm cloak of the Night's Watchmen that he had been given.

"Where are you going?" the girl asked. "The food is almost ready. And I was so close to getting my personal serving as well", she licked her lips needily.

"I'll go out and let something else flow out first. When I'm back we'll feast. Or at least you will, I'll only eat whats in the pot", Lyonel said, before giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

He walked through the cave system, and got out, seeing that it was snowing again and that the sun was going down. But with all sense of time gone, he couldn't say which day it was.

Quickly finishing his business, Lyonel started walking into the cave, when a small sound made him turn back.

To his surprise, Lyonel saw a figure clad in white stumbling to the cave. He stopped and saw Lyonel.

It didn't take the prince much time to figure out what happened. Another wildling had been caught in the snow storm outside, and had made to the refuge, only to see a stranger occupying it. Lyonel raised a hand to show he was friendly, before realizing he was wearing the black cloak of a Night's Watchmen. By the time he realized that, the figure was running towards him, dagger in hand.