Munda, daughter of Tormund, was at Whitetree village. Mance needed the support of as many freefolk as he could get to take the Wall and then defend themselves against the Southern kneelers, and Whitetree village was essential for this.
She had heard that a long time ago it used to be just a small collection of less than a dozen houses with no more than 30 residents at any time. These people only ever traded with the Crows when the only other option was death, and lived honest, free lives.
But that was before the Red Eyed Crow came about a hundred years ago and the freefolk fell over themselves to befriend him. Those who opposed him, they just fell dead. Or so the tales said.
And now they traded more with the Crows than they did with actual freefolk. The village had grown to over 30 houses, with more than a hundred total residents.
She rode into the village on her trusty garon, her loyal followers behind her, some were on their own mounts, some followed on foot. But follow her they did for her mission to secure the allegiance of these villagers.
"Get off, Munda!" Torwynd interrupted her inner monologue. "It's my turn to ride the horse!"
"Huh, fine." She got off, knowing that Torwynd would just continue whining otherwise.
Ryk rode up to her and offered her a hand to ride behind him. Munda looked at him coyly.
The young man was a strong warrior, and if his reputation among the women were anything to go by, a skilled lover. Longspear, they called him, and it was not because of the length of his weapon.
He had not stolen her yet, but Munda could see him eyeing her up and knew that it would be soon. The Thief would be within the Moonmaid soon and she could tell that he would make his move then.
She batted his hand away, and he grinned. She walked away to look for her younger brothers and knew that Ryk would be looking at her ass. The men that catcalled her often agreed that it was her best feature, before she punched their teeth in.
She would make sure to make him work for it, of course. Her Ma had told her that the more a woman fought, the happier their future would be.
They entered the village, easily passing over the spikes dug around the settlement to keep animals out and keep their cattle in. She looked at the houses around them and scoffed at the indulgence.
"These people must be soft." Ruk said from his horse.
"Trade with the kneelers, and you become a kneeler." She repeated what her father had often told her, and her younger brothers Dryn and Dormund nodded in agreement.
A few locals looked at them critically, hearing their words, but she glared at them and they looked away.
"Fucking kneelers." She smirked.
"Stop cursing the people around us!" Torwynd rode back to her and scolded.
She shook her head at her craven brother. If he did not look so much like their father, no one would believe that he was Tormund Giantsbane's son.
"Come on. Mance said that their chief lives in the house under that tree."
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"Is that truly the biggest village north of the Wall?" Myron asked, back in her disguise.
"It ain't that bad." Othor replied. "Bit of a boring place. No inns, no taverns, no brothels. Just a bunch of houses and some farms or so."
"And that big fucking tree." Jon added.
"And that big fucking tree." Othor agreed. "But if you know who to ask, you can get anything from a roof to sleep under to a lass to sleep with."
Jon and Myron made sounds of agreement and they entered the village. Othor greeted some people he knew on their way to the chief's house under the tree. Before they could open the door, it was opened from the inside and a blonde girl angrily stomped out. She was followed by a flustered boy that looked to be related to her, and a black haired young man looking upset.
Jon stepped aside to let them through then he and Myron followed Othor in. Othor spoke to an old man who seemed to be the chief there, then they left the house to find some lodgings.
Later that night, Jon was woken up the sensation of Jon woke up from the short nap he had taken. Mya smiled at him, sitting on the bed by his side, as he opened his eyes and he lifted his hand to caress her cheek.
"You looked like you were having a bad dream." She prompted him softly as she took hold of his other hand and peppered kisses on the palm.
"I was." He admitted.
Her eyes turned concerned. "What was it about?"
"My training."
His answer confused her.
"Your sword training?"
He nodded.
"You don't seem like you would ever have trouble in the training yard."
"It wasn't just sword training. And I rarely trained in the yard with others."
That didn't clear her confusion, and truthfully, Jon was confused too. Of all the memories of the previous Jon that he had remembered, his physical training was foremost.
He decided to clarify for her sake.
"Sword, shield, archery, spear, maces, axe. I trained in all sorts of weapons. Lord Stark would invite experts from all over the North, some from beyond it, to train Robb. I would end up joining him, and we train in the Godswood that no one else was allowed in.
But something curious would happen soon after. Robb would be pulled out, returned to his usual Lordly lessons and training in the yard to let the men see their future Lord.
And it would end up with me being trained extensively, from sunrise to sunset."
Mya rubbed soothingly on his naked chest, and he continued talking.
"And it wasn't just weapons. I remember this woman who wielded a wicked mace. She taught me how to fight someone bigger than me. Did you know that wrestling is a big part of the culture among the northern mountain clans?"
She shook her head and climbed up the bed to rest on his chest.
"I didn't either, until Lord Stark had one brought, a cousin from his mother's side of the family, to teach us unarmed combat." He frowned at the memory. It was not pleasant wrestling with that crazy big guy.
"Again, it ended up with just me as his only student. I learned to fight on foot and on a mount. While falling, and while trying to get back to my feet. In comparison, the last couple months have been a vacation."
"Oh, Jon.." Mya commiserated, and kissed him. He kissed back.
"Do you want me to make you feel better?" She asked.
Jon gave her a more excited smile and poked her forehead using the fingers that were caressing her cheeks.
"Silly. I am never going to say no to that."
Mya giggled and kissed him again. Then she peppered kisses on his chest, going downwards to his groin, but not as fast as he desired.
By the time she got to his breeches and unbuttoned it, his cock was fully hard. She had pleasured him with her mouth before, on their way to this village, but it was done quickly and only when they could find a secluded place away from their traveling companion.
Jon lifted his hips for her to take his breeches and smallclothes off and the large dick stood to attention as soon as it was freed.
Mya giggled. "See, you're already feeling better!"
Jon loved the sound of her giggling. It meant that they were alone and she was free to act like a girl once again. If it were up to him, she would never have to be Myron again.
Mya ran her tongue around the tip of his cock, earning a moan out of him. not Her hands
stroked his length and she would regularly take his tip into her mouth and suck hard. Jon pushed his upper body to a sitting position and ran his hands over her still clothed body. Not everyone shared his resistance to cold.
He stretched his long arms and groped her butt, managing to press his palm on her covered vagina. Then brought his hands back to her head then into the space between his legs and her chest. His hands sneaked inside her tunic and found her breasts unbound to his great delight.
Mya moved on to the base of his dick and started sucking on his balls. Her hands continued to stroke him. Then she returned her lips to around his dick and took him in as far as she could, which was still halfway. But given his sheer length, it was just the best he could get realistically.
Jon was making no effort to delay his ejaculation, and after a few more minutes of knocking against her throat, he came into her mouth while still groping her breasts.
Jon pulled her towards him and tried to take off her tunic, but surprisingly she stopped him.
"Not here, Jon." She said carefully, and Jon laid back remembering their situation.
"Right. Any trouble from our hosts?"
"Not at all. They even invited us for food."
Othor had gotten them a room to sleep in at one of the homes. They gave the family two dead rabbits they had hunted on their way as gifts and been granted guest rights for their stay. It was like an inn, but that was too southern a concept, so they just treated it like staying over at a friend's relative when visiting a new city.
"We should take them up on it. Warm food is always welcome."
They went and cleaned themselves up.
"Mya." He called.
She hummed, while wrapping her beautiful breasts again.
"Thanks for waking me up."
She smiled.
"And sorry for unloading so much of my past on you. My life has probably been a paradise compared to all that you went through growing up as a smallfolk in Vale."
She smiled and put on her tunic.
"Hey, it's not a competition. And besides," she smirked, "it's not the only thing you unloaded into me."
AN: This really should be the first half of a bigger chapter. But I was focused on my hotd fic on ao3. In case anyone doesn't know her, Munda is Tormund's daughter in the books and married Ryk. Here, however, well Ryk will learn that there's always a bigger dick in the sea.