The Kneeler

"Ooooooh, it is real. More than real, it's so real, after that nothing else feels real. Trust me, there is nothing like it", Ygritte confirmed to the stuttering wildling.

"Nothing like it", Val repeated in a stutter.

"Nothing like him", Ygritte completed.

"But how is that even possible? The furball giants in camp have dicklets barely bigger than the size of my pinky, if I'm generous, but the Southerners have cocks the size of my arm!? Why are we even fighting the Crows?", with tremendous effort Val turned her gaze away from the metaphorical elephant in the room to Ygritte. The red-haired woman had her face crunched up, trying her best not to burst laughing.

"What? Hahaha, no, no, no. The Crows are as huge disappointments as they are tiny men", Ygritte put a special snare on that last word, "No, this is the exception. Lyonel is the exception. Once you get all that royal blood pumping into Lyonels shaft, you just know why we don't have kings here. None of our men deserve that title. Hells, only one of their men deserves that title. Only one man, overall, deserves that power. That's what this is-"

With religious devotion the rescued wildling started kneeling on the ground before Lyonel. While Ygritte sank down with all the grace a barely dressed lady possessed, Val practically fell to her knees when her sister in faith pulled her down next to her. The blonde had been stuck in a stupor while listening to her captors sermon.

"-power. A veiny, throbbing tool of power. A meaty scepter that the King uses to turn us all into loyal little kneelers. He points it at you, claims you as his and rules over you. That is how it was always supposed to be, that is what us wild folk have either been too dumb or too stubborn to see. The BIG, FAT TRUTH right in front of our eyes."

As if on cue the two women return their gaze to said "truth" in front of them. In synchronized motion the two start to subconsciously lick their lips, but the result was a different one. Val's tongue found the remnants of the drop of precum, whose size put most loads of her lover Jarl to shame. Her eyes closed and she savored the moment for a fleeting eternity.

"There's more where that came from", Ygritte stared at Lyonels churning balls, "so, so much more." She leaned forward and pressed a wet smooch between Lyonel testicles and shook her face lightly, motorboating his sweaty ballsack. She took an audible whiff of the man that brought her freedom. The massive slab of man-meat that rested on top of her head twitched so rapidly that it rustled her hair.

"You're doing a good job of preparing her, fiery locks, but you're also a horrible tease", Lyonel grabbed a handful of red hair with one hand and aimed his cock at her mouth with the other. "It is dinner time, so how about I feed you?"

The wildling woman got the hint and opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue like a lapping dog. Like a priest with the communion the southern royal put a piece of his body on his disciples tongue. Out of her opened mouth, slips of drool escaped next to her outstretched tongue.

"Now, no more talking for a while, understand?", he made her nod by angling her mouth up and down with his cockhead. "You see Val, down south, we have customs and traditions very different from yours. Now that you've calmed down a little, maybe I can share some of those with you? How about we start at the very beginning? Let's start with a proper introduction. Who are you?"

"Val", the woman introduced herself bluntly without looking at him. Well, without looking at his face.

"No, that won't do", Lyonel chuckled a little and hid the first couple of distracting centimeters of cock in Ygritte's face. "Try again now. State your name, your title or position and end on a nice greeting. You don't have to look me in the eyes, with our difference in status that might even be impolite, but if you're not making eye contact, then look at the ground. So, once more."

He was being extra patronizing now. Val attacking him and especially that spit attack had irked Lyonel more than he wanted to let on. Maybe he'd literally pay that spitting back later, but for now he would have to start with a metaphorical way. Etiquette for Kneeling 101. Weirdly Val's face showed little irritation, enraptured with lust as it is and she simply started over.

"My name is Val and the free folk might call me a spear woman. Nice to meet you", this time she looked at him and her eyes showed she wanted to stop doing so as soon as he gave his approval.

"That's a nice start", he said to both women equally. Ygritte took it as a sign to start sucking in earnest. "But you are pretty high up in wildling hierarchy, right? If I'd have to guess I'd say..... You're the sister of the queen. Call it an epiphany from the Old Ones if you want. I think that earns you at least a lady title. And for a lady you've been really peasantly in your address. Come on Lady Val, be formal, try your best."

Ygritte's sucking took up speed, she didn't actually listen to what Lyonel was saying, but the tone he took with Val was turning her on almost as much as the massive slab of man meat in her mouth. If she could, she'd yell at him. Yes, take that bitch down a notch! Show her that Southern might, show her what our fucking "free" folk pride is worth! Nothing! Ygritte was fantasizing herself into a frenzy, imagining the payback for all the times Val had looked down on her for her affair with a man from South of the wall. For each snide remark, for each rolled eye, for each snicker behind her back.

"How do you kno-", Lyonel statement had shook up Val enough to question him. A clear mind that got clouded up shortly afterwards.

"Yeah, do what he tells you! SPPPPLUURT!", the redhead had put her savory treat out of her mouth to launch a splattering load of precum and lubricating spit at the blondes face. As timing had it, she used the perfect opportunity and hit Val's opened mouth. Ygritte started sucking with vigor again and stared smug daggers at her rival. Val on her part lost her critical questioning the moment a tasty treat hit her tastebuds. Her senses got attacked by the taste on her tongue, the GLUCK-GLUCK in her ears and the vivid display of intense cock-polishing assaulting her eyes, while her pride got attacked by the cocky southerner easily beating her in a fight and talking down on her like a insolent child, as well as her old underling literally spitting in her face. Her psyche was cracking right in front of Lyonel.

"My name is Lady Val, princess of the Wildlings. I kneel before you King Lyonel and I humbly request an audience with you. Please indulge me, your majesticness", Val looked at his feet, her tongue ending each word with a circulation of her lips.

"Ha, good enough!", Lyonel took two fingers to Ygritte's forehead and slowly pushed her off of his length. "Your time is up for today, take a rest. I need you to guide us tomorrow, bright and early."

Grumpy and puffing, but without a word of rebuke the redhaired scout got up, licked up the juices that had collected on her face and on her breasts and settle into a makeshift bed next to the fireplace, but not before removing her own pants. Legs spread, she started inserting finger by finger into her slit as she gleefully witnessed Val's debasement.

Meanwhile Lyonel looked down upon Val. "Your king grants you your audience."

His new subject didn't waste any of her kings time. Within moments Val rushed her head forward and gurgled down as much of his cock as she managed, which truth be told wasn't that much, but her zeal made up for it. She pushed forth and back on the royal scepter, engulfing the head and trying her best to shove it into her gullet.

GLLLLLLLLLURK GLLLUURK GlUUUUUUUUU-

Her greedy pushing comes to a stand still when the meaty invader clashes with the limitations of Val's gag reflex. The woman's **** starts up whenever Lyonel cock starts knocking at the velvety gates of her throat. Trying her absolute best, the wildling woman holds it at this excruciating limitation longer and longer each time. Muscles in her throat convulse around his cock whenever she chokes and massage him thoroughly. Keeping it just like this for a long enough time might be enough to make Lyonel cum on its own. The vibrating sex toy around his cock is one hell of an experience..... If only she wouldn't still leave more than half of his cock exposed and up in the air.

"FUUUCK, Val! This isn't enough - ARG - it just isn't enough! You need to work on your cock sucking, damn it, you see how lonely and unattended most of my cock is? You should keep it wet and warm with your body, you're doing a really bad j-"

PLOPPP - Val dislodged herself from her self-chosen oral impalement.

"My tits!", she screamed more at herself than at him. She ripped open her upper garments and released her soft, pale milkers. She started drooling and covered the hidden passage between them with fresh spit. She angled herself backward and layed the shaft in front of her inside the valley of tit flesh. Engulfing it firmly by pushing her arms together tightly, she fixated the solid pipe aimed at her face.

"MMmmpf, you've been hiding those all this time? Yes, yes, now shake those up and down while you work on your gag reflex."

With new conviction and the satisfaction of using two tools Ygritte could only dream of, Val threw her head forth again. She spent the first couple of minutes using her tongue to play around with his cockhead while getting the rhythm of tit shaking right. Experimenting with speed and distance, until she got him moaning as much as possible. Confident in her new favourite bodily exercise, she got her head game back into the mix. Her gag reflex still didn't budge, but she got used to the struggle and irritation of going to it's limits rather fast.

She pushed and pushed and the double sensation of a lubed up tit job and the slurpy humming that spoiled him rotten got Lyonel close to the very edge. So close. Damn close. Close enough t-

"Aargh, yes! Yeeeah", without holding back any longer it burst forth from Lyonel overfull balls, through a massive drain pipe of cock, bypassing Val's mouth and being shot directly into her throat. Shot after shot of hot (and by Val's standards delicious) cum filled her up enough to **** her to release the warm mouthfiller. In contrast to her mouth, her tits held on to Lyonels dick and when the additional spurts of man juice exited it, they shot forth right at the top of Val's tit embrace, hitting her chin from below and falling on those full squishballs.

"Heh, heh. wow", Val tried to catch her breath, "that's.... Wow. Gulp. That is... wow. Thank you."

"You're a worthy subject Val, worthy indeed", Lyonel chuckled into himself, barely keeping the play up. "I think you'll make a fine kneeler in the South."

"Kneeler.. brrbr... South...brrrlp", the woman mulled the words over and gurgled the cum that coated her upper body on the inside, while playing her fingers along the murky globs that stuck to its outside. Lost in her own sensations, her eyes lost focus until they closed entirely. The air in the cave was akin to the burning sun compared to the air outside the cave, but almost the lands of always winter compared to the hot and comforting embrace of Val's quivering body. So while she got lost in her own head, Lyonel regretted losing her head.

"Now that I think about it, your etiquette is somewhat lacking for a lady. After you polish your superiors knob, it's only polite to properly clean and dry him, you know?"

No reaction. Apparently she didn't know. A playful slap on the head later he at least got her attention again.

"Hey! H-hey", she started strong, saw the error of her ways and dulled her tone again. "You don't hit a lady, now do you?.... Do you?" She finished it as a serious question.

"Only if they like it", a smirk answered her question, "now open wide."

She did just that, thinking he wanted to make sure she swallowed properly. Which of course she did, how could she not if it tasted like that. Her empty mouth properly displayed, she found out that that wasn't Lyonels concern at all. Lyonel put his softening, cum and spit soaked prick into her mouth, much to her delight. By instinct she swirled her tongue around its bottomside as it slid further into her mouth. The calming behemoth was smaller than at its peak, but it remained a certified jawbreaker, so Lyonel was careful to feed it to her slowly.

"I'm gonna rest it in here and you clean it, okay? No sucking, no big movements, just your tongue cleaning it and your innards soaking up the gunk that stuck on me. Simple as that."

The woman below him had already stopped listening to him again, showing defiance and eagerness in an alluring mix. Lyonel had to stop talking to her, so he closed his eyes, leaned back and just enjoyed the moment. But soon, the temptation was too much and the debauched princess started sucking on Lyonel man-meat yet again. Lyonel knew he only asked her to clean it, but the feeling was so pleasant that he decided to punish Val for disobeying him later. The big titted blonde accepted this tacit approval gleefully, using all her past experience and anything at her disposal, from her soft hands and velvety mouth to her bouncing tits to give as pleasurable an experience as possible. And just as she felt Lyonel was close to cumming, she jammed her new best friend as far down her throat as possible. And as cum began to overflow her throat as well, she began to feel a bit light headed...

….

Her body let off a small spasm of oxygen deprivation and shock Lyonel from his semi-slumber. "You're still suckling Val?... Val?!", Lyonel pulls his cock out of the deliriously smiling woman's mouth. "Are you fine? You look a bit out of it, m'lady. You didn't overdose, did you?"

"*Blrlb* Lyonel?", escaped the words from the (ex-)wildling, along with a river of cum.

He grabbed onto her nipple harshly and pulled the hardening nub out, momentarily waking her up. "Speak up when talking to your king", he scolded the whimpering pile of sweaty flesh that was Val.

"Yeeeeeees, my King. Have to... Have to tell you something, something important."

"And what is that? If you don't speak up, I'll start twisting", he teased her, but wasn't met with the anticipating silence he was looking for.

"I have to tell you... They are coming", she says before slumping over. Her current exhaustion and the tribulations of the last days fully catching up to her. A smile on her lips, the woman's body took the sleep she dearly needed.

"Now, what does that mean? Ah, I'll have to ask you when you're up to speed again", Lyonel first drew his hand through her hair in almost paternal closeness, before bringing forth his mischievous side and... well, drying up his spit-shined cock on her hair. She's not gonna notice anyway, right? Right?...

Lyonel hefted the sleeping beauty up into his arms and brought her over to the fire, blanketing her up in their makeshift bed sheets. As for his own accommodations, he sought rest nestled next to Ygritte and found comfort in the fire he surrounded himself with.