Stokeworth [Night’s Watch path]

You decide on Castle Stokeworth, given that it’s merely 10 minutes away.

Little did you know, that would be a grievous error.

As you arrive at the gates, you are greeted by Falyse Stokeworth, firstborn daughter and heir to the Castle.

Falyse is about 35, and rather plain. She and her husband, Ser Balman, are rumoured to spend less time in each other’s beds every year.

Despite that, she greets you warmly.

“My Lord, it’s a pleasure to see you again!” Falyse says in a sing-song voice.

“And you, my lady. I humbly beg accommodation here at Castle Stokeworth for the night, before I ride on to the Hand’s Tourney” You are careful to observe all necessary customs here.

“Of course you may stay, Ser Harrin. My beloved Lord husband is out on a hunt at the moment, but he shall return this evening, hopefully with a deer for our banquet.”

You smile at her as a servant leads you to your chamber. The room is moderately sized, with a large four poster bed in the centre. To the side is a bathtub and a brazier. Noticing this, you call for Erryk to run you a bath.

After the water is warmed sufficiently, you send your squire away and strip alone. Fortunately, you wore only riding leathers, which slip off easily. When you are dressed only in your smallclothes, you remove your dagger from your belt to shave with.

You finish undressing and with dagger in hand, step into the warm water. The tub is deep, but only goes up to your knees. Between your legs hangs your impressive manhood, which is six inches long flaccid. Behind it are your massive balls, full of highborn cum.

You take an hour to soak, shave your stubble and finish bathing, before stepping out of the bath and drying yourself. You dress in a simple doublet and breeches, supple leather boots and strap your sword belt around your waist.

With that, you walk to the banquet. There are only a hundred people in the hall, but most of them are like you, knights stopping here for the night. Falyse sees you and directs you to a place of honour on the left side of the high table, on her left. On her right is her half drunk husband, Ser Balman.

“-and that is how I killed the bloody boar.” Balman says, swaying slightly.

“Impressive, my Lord. Boars are a dangerous thing to hunt. Are we eating boar today?”

“No, Ser, we’re eating deer. The boar was a few years ago. Shame you weren’t here, it was a damn fine meal.”

“I will take your word for it.” You say, as your goblet is filled with strongwine.

Before long, you’ve eaten your serving of venison and drunk at least 7 goblets of strongwine. Ser Balman is half asleep and Falyse has already left.

As you stand, you notice a whore waiting for some work. You decide to go over, but not for yourself.

“I want to hire you, but not for me.” You tell her bluntly. Usually you’d be more civil, but you’ve drank to much already.

“Who for them, m’lord?” The whore asks. She has massive breasts and a huge ass. Her hair is brown, as are her eyes, which have a hungry look in them.

“My brother, Erryk. It’s time to make him a man. He’s over there” you hand her a silver stag and smile.

With that, you return to your chambers, but find a surprise in your bed.