The Ironborn are having an orgy

Here, a black kraken banner billowed slightly from its lofty perch. Beneath it was Euron Greyjoy, the pirate prick himself, cackling and carousing with his men. If Jon had his chance, he vowed to take that black-haired bastard’s eyepatch and shove it right up his arse.

But instead, the only person getting it up the arse was Yara Greyjoy. The stripped Queen of the Iron Islands was dressed in nothing but a blue kraken sircoat which was ripped and cumstained. Grunting and moaning with discomfort, her sweaty hair was sticking to her face as two cocks took turns to piston into her arse. There was no sign of Theon; Jon had not heard from him since the Fall of Winterfell.

Other maidens were receiving similar treatment to Yara at the hands of the Ironborn. Jon noticed one of the reavers was an absolute giant, completely dwarfing the mousy brunette he was pounding as he spanked his victim’s sizeable butt with a smouldering volcano hand. Victarion Greyjoy was a warrior who was feared for his fury on one side of Westeros, while his intelligence was mocked on the other.