Traitor

The three figures of Lyonel, Ygritte and Val stood at the mouth of the cave, watching morosely as yet more snow steadily fell out of the sky, heaps of it collecting in Ygritte's outstretched hand.

"Well?" Lyonel grunted. This was the third day of the snowstorm and his patience was running thin, though he supposed there were much worse ways to kill time than being cooped up with two beautiful women to fuck.

Ygritte rubbed the snow between her fingers before letting it fall to the ground. "It's definitely getting weaker. The snowfall isn't as thick as it used to be. The storm should die down soon enough."

"And how long will that take?" Lyonel asked, as all three started walking back deeper into the cave.

"Can't say for sure of course. But maybe two or so days would be my wager."

"Let's hope that we have enough food to last until then", Lyonel said ominously, "and if it doesn't, we should pray to the gods that we won't be snowed in here for eternity. It's already almost hip-deep outside and I don't want to end up wandering these caves for all eternity once that remains the only open direction."

"Wandering for all eternity? Look who's overrestimaten his andurance there", Ygritte tried to quip him with words he had dropped over the days. It worked out... humourously.

"Hah, I could manage that even with these two lumps of fuckflesh hung over my shoulders", he slapped the feisty redheads ass and grabbed a piece of Val's inviting left cheek. As a well-meaning gesture to include her in the conversation, of course.

"Damn right you could. Only stupid wildling hicks would get stuck in a cave. The King of the Continent would march through how ever long he wants and exit where ever he wants to arrive, simple as that", she hushed at him like a feral snow cat.

She hadn't really gotten the gist of playful banter yet, but her new loyalty to him and her changed view on the "free folk" made up for that. The way her whole world changed, no, imploded and how this larger than life golden idol version of him had filled that vacuum... Now that got him hardening up yet again. Much to his girls' delight.

"Oh you like that, don't you?" Ygritte said, putting a hand on his growing cock. "You like the idea of just coming past the Wall and make Free Folk warriors and princesses into your little fuck pets?"

Lyonel stroked the wildling's cheek before putting two fingers inside her wet mouth, which she immediately began to suck on. "You have been an extremely good pet. And good pets should get rewards, don't you agree?"

"Yesh," Ygritte moaned through Lyonel's fingers.

"Well, I have already fucked one of your holes," Lyonel said, inserting another finger into Ygritte's mouth, stretching her mouth obscenely. "And another," he continued, putting a hand over her cunt, "but there is still one hole remaining untouched."

Ygritte's eyes snapped wide with the realization. Lyonel took his fingers out of her mouth, and with a smile, said, "take off your clothes."

Ygritte started peeling of the many layers of her clothing with impatient ferocity. It was then that a small, **** noise came from behind them. Lyonel turned back to see Val looking at the whole thing, clearly wanting to participate but still too willful to ask.

"Something on your mind?" Lyonel asked arrogantly.

Val looked at him imploringly, but didn't say anything.

Ygritte snorted, throwing the last shift of her top to the ground in disgust. Then she walked towards Val, half naked with swaying tits and grabbed the blonde by the roots of her hair with surprising speed and ****. "Listen here you slut," Ygritte hissed into Val's ear. "You spent all day yesterday sucking on that Southern King's cock. If you think that you have any pride left, then you really are a dumb cunt. So why don't you stop wasting our time and say what you wanna say, huh?"

Val looked at Lyonel imploringly, but he was far too invested in what's going on to interfere. Finally, the Wildling princess got the message that he wasn't going to step in, so she balled up her fists and uttered the life changing words. "I want you to fuck me too."

Ygritte grinned like a shark. "And why's that?"

The Wildling princess screwed her eyes shut in shame. "Because it's the best feeling I've had in my entire life and I want more of it."

Ygritte looked at Lyonel, her eyes begging for approval, and when the Prince grinned she was filled with joy. Then, both wildling women stared at him, waiting for his reaction.

Lyonel strode forward and stroked Val's cheek with a thumb. "I appreciate your honesty," he said softly. "But no."

"No? But why?"

"Because Ygritte has offered me so much already, we have that special kind of bond, you know? In case the snow storm outside increases even more, I'd really like to spend my final hours with her. Spend them really intimately with her, just the two of us, " Lyonel started kneading Ygritte's sizeable ass, making the slut nuzzle his sweaty chest. "Ygritte here, has given herself to me fully, body and soul. I want to pay that back and focus solely on her. That is understandable right?"

Val said nothing. Lyonel knew she had a hard time coping with this. Ygritte had been a pariah when she joined him, with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Val on the other hand has one of the best lives beyond the Wall and has a very strong sense of responsibility. It would take much for her to abandon all that and really beg. After all, no matter what Ygritte said, his dick wasn't magic.

Still, the longer Val deprives herself of what she craves, the more **** she would become. So Lyonel turned to Ygritte. "Let her do what she wants then. Now, I promised you a reward right?"

"Yessss," Ygritte hissed, taking off her the last of her clothes and going down on all fours in front of Lyonel. Then, with both hands, she spread her butt cheeks, showing off her asshole, which winked with desperation. The sight, and the lengths Ygritte would go to pleasure him turned him on immensely. Lyonel took his cock out, eliciting moans from both girls, Ygritte's one of anticipation and Val's one of longing.

Lyonel positioned himself above Ygritte's asshole, and in one fluid motion entered into her. The wildling moaned in delight while Lyonel grunted; the tightness of the hole made him wonder if Ygritte was an anal virgin. Then again, with a dick this size, every hole feels tight enough to be a virgins.'

As Lyonel banged into Ygritte, causing her bountiful ass to ripple, Val could only watch along, making pitiful moans and tugging at her massive mammaries. Once or twice, she opened her mouth, but only ended up closing it. Clearly she was trying to build up her courage to say something. But nothing came out, and so Lyonel kept ignoring her.

Instead, as he felt his end was coming closer, Lyonel grabbed Ygritte by her wild red hair, causing the little pain slut to moan, before erupting inside her ass. Exhausted, Ygritte fell to the ground, blissfully uttering gibbering as bubbles of white liquid popped out of her ass.

"Done already?" Lyonel asked mockingly. "And here I thought giving you the chance to clean it."

A feverish fire filled Ygritte's eyes, and with a burst of determination, she was able to sit up, grab Lyonel's dick and cram much of it into her mouth, completely disregarding that mere moments ago it was lodged deeply inside her bowels.

However, it seemed the idea of her rival getting a second dose of his cum, and in her mouth no less, was too much for Val to bear. "Wait!" she cried, still tugging frustatedly at her own nipples.

"What?" Lyonel snapped irritably. "And you better have something worthwhile for me to say!"

"I do," the princess whispered.

"Oh?" Lyonel asked. "What's that?"

Val spoke out in an even quieter voice. "They are coming."

The prince frowned. "Yes you said something similar to that earlier, but it doesn't mean anything to me."

"Mance Rayder is coming. Mance Rayder and his army and every man, woman and child living Beyond the Wall," Val retorted, tears dripping down her face at her apparent betrayal.

"Where are they now?" Lyonel asked, his own voice feeling hollow and distant.

"I know they passed the Fist of the First Men a fortnight ago. They are closer to us now than we are to the Wall. The Shadow Cat's pass, if I had to make a guess."

To Lyonel, it felt as if everything has become far and unreal. The Wildlings! Until now, he had worked on the assumption that everything happening around him would happen chronologically to the books, albeit just with a ten year time gap. Yet now he learned of this! If the Wildlings attacked now, the Seven Kingdoms would sweep them away like Autumn leaves. And he cannot, will not allow that to happen. Not only would that be unbelievably cruel, but every dead Wildling would be another soldier soldier in the army of the dead, dooming Westeros forever. Yet, he does not have the power to come to a peaceful accord with the Wildlings either. He need time. Above all, he needed-

Lyonel was broken away from his thoughts by a noise Val made. The Wildling princess payed her price, and now she's asking for her just rewards.

Lyonel dislodged himself gently from Ygritte's mouth (causing her to stare daggers at the other woman) and walked to Val, cupping her tear stained face and staring into the bright blue eyes of the beautiful traitor. "You have done well, ****," he murmured, before entering her. The blonde moaned, all her troubles vanishing away in an instant. Yet, Lyonel's mind remained clouded, and even as he released his seed deep within the princess, the same words kept circling through his head. Wildling army. Shadow Cat's Pass. I must do something.