Thonjir's Tent

"What's your name?" He asked in the common language, but with a rude and funny accent that you have been perceiving since you first heard him speak.

His tent was big. You got it right, he was the leader. Not that it was difficult to get it right, but it was impressive how warm it was inside, and although it was a wildling, it had a certain luxury in the bear and goat skins that lined the bed and warmed the walls.

"Koby", you answered.

"I am Thonjir," he replied seriously, and took a step forward. If that was to intimidate, it worked. He looked at you from above.

"What do you want from me? Where did you take my friend? ”

"Are you a noble from behind the Wall?" He ignored your questions.

"No".

"Lying won't help you", he said, frowning.

"I am a bastard".

"Interesting. Koby Snow... I'm not from here either, you know?”

"... I don't. But you don't have the free folk accent”.

“I was a sailor. From Essos. Whose bastard are you?”

"Lord Bolton".

You didn't know why you were telling this man this stuff about your life, but what choice did you have?

"Look, Koby", he started. “I'll give you two choices… you can cooperate with me or you can end up in the caves with your friend, being tortured and interrogated. You see... I killed my concubine because of you. She pulled out your dagger and... well, I was **** to kill her. See, I don't have a concubine now. My goal for today was to fill all her holes with my seed and make her have a child of mine. My sack is so heavy right now, boy. I'm giving you that choice... be my concubine and sleep on a full stomach and without injuries in a warm bed or... rot in the same cell as your friend, catching up in the cold until you give us something that makes sense about your leaders and brothers... so, Koby, what do you prefer?"

You're sure this man's dick can split you in half but what is more important to you, keep your friend company and join him or stay safe but with another man's cum inside you?