"Munda," He said softly, "I am not from around here. But I see to my responsibilities. I have stolen you, so I will take care of you now. Like you said, it's the rules." She blushed, despite herself.
"Ah, I had a task here." She replied, suddenly remembering why she was here in the first place.
"What task was it?"
Munda had a choice to make. Would she betray her father for a man she met not an hour ago?
She had taken too long.
"Mya, come here." Jon commanded and she just realized how much Myron's demeanor had changed since she first saw him.
He came to Jon who pushed him to his knees in front of him.
"Give me a hand, will you?"
He gave him more than a hand as he put Jon's semi-erect cock in his mouth.
That was no man, she realized.
The newly revealed Mya went down on him with gusto, mouth enveloping the top as her hands stroked his cock with a very practiced motion.
She moved to protest, but Jon pulled her into another dominating kiss. She kissed back, but had been caught too off guard.
His hands moved to her hips, then under her tunic, lifting it up until they were forced to break their kiss as he took off her last article of clothing.
Jon groaned in pleasure and she remembered that bitch was still sucking his cock!
"Hey, who the fuck are–?" She tried to protest but Jon distracted her by grabbing on to her breasts. Her's weren't very large, not like some of the cows in her clan, but it was large enough for a man to grab on to. And her mother told her that they'd still get bigger!
"Mya," he said, his other hand going to the other girl's hair, "That's enough."
Mya groaned as her mouth was pulled off of his cock. He turned fully towards Munda and pulled her in for another kiss. She could feel his large cock nestled between their bodies, aiming skywards. The thought of just how deep it had gone into her body sent another shiver through her.
He broke the kiss and looked at her as she was still trying to catch her breath.
"I asked you a question, Munda. What was the task?"
The task? Oh, the task.
Shouldn't she tell him? It wasn't particularly secretive. She was just here to convince the village chiefs to join their side. Or failing that, get them to seize complete contact with the Crows.
"The task was… my father trusted me enough to send me."
She couldn't tell him. Right?
He kissed down her chin and nibbled on her neck.
But it's not like the Crows didn't know that they were going to do it.
His breath ghosted over her nipple and hands grasped on to her hips. His fingers kneaded into her cheeks and she was pushed against his length again.
"Are you not my spearwife?"
"I am." The words came unbidden, so eager was she to finally be able to answer a question to his satisfaction.
He lifted her up by her butt, dragging her clit over the entirety of his length, and she had to wrap her hands around his neck.
"Mya, can you line me up?"
If she responded, Munda did not hear it. But she could not miss the feel of dick knocking at her entrance again.
"Then I want you to trust me. I won't use what you tell me to hurt your family. Can you trust me on it?"
The dick teased her entrance again.
"Oh, I will. Yes, I will trust you."
"Then say my name."
"Jon." She complied, and he dropped her down on his cock, the motion turning the end of the syllable into a squeal.
She felt so full again, she never wanted his dick to leave her. But in a long slow stroke, Jon raised her up until his cock was barely in her entrance.
"Prove that you trust me. Tell me what the task was."
She told him everything.
Jon considered her words as he fucked her up and down his cock at a slow, torturous pace.
"Jon! Faster!"
"Not yet." Munda whined miserably.
"I told you everything!"
"Is Mance about to do something dangerous?"
She groaned and bit out, "I don't know."
"Is there a large tribe left that he doesn't control yet?"
"Harma." She answered, praying to the gods that it was the right answer, the one that will get him to pound her.
Jon grinned and she felt her hope rise. She rose too as Jon's dick was almost outside her pussy again.
"And The Weeper?"
"Why would you ask me about that fucker when you should be fucking me?!" She almost cried.
"It's the last question, I promise."
"He was in the camp a moon ago, before Father sent me here."
Jon grinned again, and started walking to where they had taken their furs off, fucking her with every step. Then he knelt on the furs and laid her down on the furs.
"You're a good spearwife, Munda. And you are going to get your reward."
"Ab- about bloody time." She stuttered as Jon grabbed her thighs and pressed them closer to her chest, then squatted over her, his dick still inside her.
"Hey, what's this?" She squealed.
"This- is called- a mating press." He answered, pounding into her and her mouth turned to a circle.
They roamed their hands over each other and their moans and groans filled the hut and likely the huts around it. But of someone was bothered, they did not come to complaint.
She lost track of time as he pounded her, only stopping once when Mya brought him some water.
Jon drank large gulps of it, then kissed her with the last gulp still in his mouth. She drank from him and no water ever felt sweeter.
The only thought in her mind was,
I'm sorry, mother. Jon stole me and I couldn't fight back.
…
Jon laid down next to Munda, trying to catch his breath.
"You really fucked her unconscious, huh?" Mya asked as he came and sat beside him.
"Don't make me laugh, Mya. I'll wheeze. And she's just sleeping."
"You've never fucked me to sleep." She grumbled.
Jon locked his fingers to her's, "It seemed like her first time. What is she, fifteen?"
Mya looked at the naked girl, only staying warm from Jon's body heat.
"Seems about so. Do you really think your gods lead you to her?"
"I know not. We can only realize what the gods want after it has already happened. And how long has he been awake?" He motioned to the tied up wildling.
"I know not." Mya repeated. "I wasn't looking at him." She didn't need to say where her attention was.
"You didn't knock him out again?"
"He wasn't thrashing again. Just looking silently. So I let it be." Jon didn't know if that was any better, but he might as well find out.
"Hey! Longspear, was it not?"
He didn't reply.
"For what it's worth, I didn't mean for things to go this way."
More silence.
"And thanks for getting this place. The people hosting me would not have appreciated all that noise."
Somehow that got a response, but it was more of an animal's growl. Jon squinted towards him in the dim light and asked Mya,
"He's still gagged, isn't he?"
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"It was funnier this way." She laughed. "Aren't you going to thank him for the fire in the hearth and the food? It was all very thoughtful."
"Stop that. I am feeling bad enough already."
Ryk stopped making that noise, and Jon was glad that it didn't wake Munda. He didn't want that drama.
"Where's the food?" He asked Mya, as he pulled her down to lay beside him.
"There was some stew that needs heating, chicken and a bit of honey."
"Woah, honey?" He asked, surprised.
"Yeah, it was good too." She giggled impishly.
"You didn't eat it all, did you?" He demanded, aghast.
"Hey, what else was there to do while you were messing up her insides?"
Jon became silent and squeezed her hand. Having steadied his breath, he turned to his right and faced her.
"Do you regret it? Asking me to fuck her?"
She sighed heavily. "I don't. It was important, the right decision to make."
"But you still didn't like it." He stated what had been obvious, though he didn't understand why exactly.
"I don't like the idea of being left behind. By her customs, she thinks you two are married." Ah. He felt stupid for not realizing that part before. He decided he'd just have to make up for it.
"Fine." He stole a quick kiss. "Let's get married."
"What?"
"There's a weirwood right here. Let's get married on the morrow."
She chuckled a bit hysterically. "Just like that?"
"I have guarded your secrets and you have guarded mine. It's not just like that."
"You are asking me to marry you while laying beside the girl you just fucked?"
He had no excuse for that, so just shrugged. "I am."
"I don't even have a dress!"
"We can do another ceremony when we return south. I'll get you all the dresses you want and you can call your friends from Vale."
Jon could see that she was blushing, and pulled her closer in an embrace. Hopefully, she'd ignore the sweat and sexual fluids on him.
"That sounds... nice. But what about Munda?"
"By her customs, I can have as many wives as I can handle."
She snorted. "So sure you can handle the both of us?" Her hands reached for his dick and started stroking it. "That was the third time today wasn't it?"
"Yes," He agreed. "Maybe let the little guy rest for a few hours." He put his left hand inside her breeches, his fingers reaching for her pussy. "And besides, that guy is still staring at us, isn't he?"
She laughed.
He used his other hand to cover Munda's nude form with more furs and then put it inside Mya's tunic, grabbing her breasts. She was pent up enough that he could bring her to orgasms with just his fingers.
AN: Decided to post this asap since it follows right after the previous chapter. Let me know your thoughts.