The cave's warmth enveloped them as Ygritte led Jon deeper into its depths. Steam rose from the hot springs, creating a misty veil that clung to their skin. Her fiery red hair glowed in the dim light as she turned to face him.
"You know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "But I'm going to teach you everything." Her fingers worked deftly at the fur clasps of her clothing. Each piece fell away revealing her pale, freckled skin that seemed to glow in the cave's ethereal light. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed, pink nipples hardening in the steamy air. Jon's breath caught as she stripped completely, exposing the triangle of copper hair between her thighs, matching the wild mane on her head. Jon's hands trembled as he removed his black leather and furs. His muscled chest bore scars from training, and a dark trail of hair led down his stomach to his thick, rigid cock that sprang free as he dropped his breeches. Ygritte's eyes widened at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
"Come here," she commanded, pulling him down onto the furs she'd laid out. Her hands explored every inch of him, trailing fire across his skin. Jon gasped as she wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking him with expertise that made his head spin.
"I want to taste you first," she purred, and before he could respond, her hot mouth engulfed him. Jon's fingers tangled in her hair as she worked him with lips and tongue, bringing him to the edge before pulling away with a wicked grin. Jon's entire body trembled as Ygritte's lips first brushed against his throbbing member. His cock twitched in anticipation, already leaking precum as she wrapped her delicate fingers around its base.
"Never had a woman's mouth on you before, have you?" she teased, her hot breath ghosting over his sensitive tip. "Gods, you're bigger than I expected. Thick too."
Jon could barely form words. "Ygritte, I... oh gods..."
She ran her tongue slowly up his entire length, from base to tip, savouring his taste. "Mmm, you taste good, Lord Crow." Her tongue swirled around his swollen head, lapping up the clear fluid gathering there. "Sweet, like honey." When she finally took him into her mouth again, Jon thought he might pass out from the pleasure. Her mouth was impossibly hot and wet, her tongue working magic along his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. His fingers threaded through her wild red hair, not guiding her but just holding on for dear life.
"Seven hells," he groaned as she took him deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She hummed around him, sending vibrations through his entire body.
Ygritte pulled back slightly, focusing her attention on his sensitive tip while her hand stroked his shaft. "Look at me," she commanded between licks. "I want to see your face while I suck your cock." Jon forced his eyes open, meeting her mischievous gaze. The sight of her lips stretched around him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, nearly undid him. His hips began to buck involuntarily.
"Ygritte, I'm going to..." he warned, trying to pull back, but she gripped his ass firmly, holding him in place.
"Not yet," she pulled off with a wet pop, grinning wickedly. "We've only just begun, Jon Snow." Her tongue traced patterns along his length while her hands cupped and massaged his balls. Jon was making sounds he'd never heard himself make before - desperate whimpers and moans that echoed off the cave walls.
"Please," he begged, not even sure what he was begging for.
"Please what?" she teased, placing soft kisses along his shaft.
"Don't stop," he gasped. "Gods, please don't stop." She engulfed him again, sucking harder this time, her head bobbing faster as one hand stroked what wouldn't fit in her mouth. Her other hand slipped between his legs, softly squeezing his sensitive balls. Jon's whole body was on fire, pleasure building to impossible heights. His thighs trembled as she brought him right to the edge, then pulled back again with a wicked gleam in her eye.
"You're cruel," he panted.
"And you love it," she replied, before diving back down to continue her sweet torture. Ygritte's eyes locked with Jon's as she took a deep breath through her nose. Her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft as she slowly, deliberately took him deeper than before. Jon watched in amazement as inch after inch disappeared into her hot mouth until her nose pressed against his dark curls at the base.
"Seven hells," he gasped, his fingers tightening in her wild red hair. "How are you...oh gods..." She hummed around him, the vibrations making his toes curl. Her throat muscles contracted around his sensitive head as she swallowed, creating an indescribable sensation that had him seeing stars.
"Ygritte, I can't...I'm going to..." His hips began to buck uncontrollably.
She pulled back just enough to speak, her hand still stroking him. "Give it to me, Jon Snow. I want to taste all of you." When she took him deep again, it was his undoing. His cock pulsed violently as waves of pleasure crashed over him. His entire body convulsed as he erupted in her mouth, shooting rope after rope of hot seed down her eager throat. She swallowed every drop, her throat working around him, prolonging his pleasure until he thought he might lose consciousness.
"Fuck...fuck...FUCK!" he roared, his voice echoing off the cave walls as the most intense orgasm of his life wracked his body. His vision went white at the edges as she continued to suck and swallow, drawing out every last drop until he was completely spent.
When she finally released him with a wet pop, she licked her lips and grinned up at him. "Sweet as honey, just like I said." She crawled up his body, kissing him deeply so he could taste himself on her tongue. "And that was just the beginning, Jon Snow. The night is long, and I have so much more to teach you..."
Jon pulled her close, still trembling from the aftershocks. "You're incredible," he whispered against her lips.
"You know nothing, Jon Snow," she replied with a wicked smile. "But you're learning fast..." Jon's hands trembled as they explored Ygritte's body, his inexperience making him hesitant but eager to please. Her skin was like silk beneath his calloused fingers.
"Touch me," she whispered, guiding his hand between her thighs. "Feel how wet I am for you."
His fingers found her slick folds, and she gasped as he explored her tentatively. "Like this?" he asked, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves at her apex.
"Yes," she moaned, arching into his touch. "Gods, yes. Use your fingers inside me."
He slipped one finger into her tight heat, then another at her urging. She was impossibly wet and hot around his digits. "Curl them up," she instructed, "like you're beckoning someone."
When he followed her direction, she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. "Right there, Jon Snow! Don't stop!" Encouraged by her response, he began moving his fingers in and out while his thumb circled her clit. Her inner walls clenched around him as her pleasure built.
"More," she demanded, pulling his head down to her breast. "Use your mouth too." Jon latched onto her nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his fingers continued their rhythm. Her moans grew louder, echoing off the cave walls. Jon's mouth worked hungrily at Ygritte's breast, his inexperience forgotten in the heat of passion. Her nipple hardened further against his tongue as he alternated between gentle flicks and firm suction. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, making her gasp.
"Harder," she demanded, arching her back to press more firmly against his mouth. "Use your teeth, Jon Snow. I won't break." He obliged, nibbling and sucking with increased intensity while his other hand kneaded her neglected breast. Her skin tasted of salt and something wild, uniquely her. The sounds she made drove him mad with desire.
"Gods, your mouth," she moaned, fingers tangling in his dark curls. "But I need it somewhere else..." Jon didn't need to be told twice. He kissed his way down her stomach, leaving a trail of fire with his lips and tongue. Her thighs parted eagerly as he settled between them, his hot breath ghosting over her wet folds.
"Has the crow ever tasted a woman before?" she teased, propping herself up on her elbows to watch him.
"No," he admitted, mesmerized by the sight of her glistening sex. "But I want to taste you. Show me how."
"Start slow," she instructed, her voice husky with desire. "Use your tongue like you did on my breasts." His first tentative lick made her shudder. She tasted divine - tangy and sweet and utterly intoxicating. He explored her thoroughly, learning which movements made her moan loudest.
"Right there," she gasped when his tongue found her sensitive bud. "Circle it... yes, just like that!" Her thighs trembled around his head as he sucked the sensitive nub between his lips, his tongue flicking rapidly while his fingers curled inside her. The cave echoed with her cries of pleasure.
"Don't stop, don't you dare stop!" she commanded, her hips rolling against his face. "Gods, your tongue... FUCK!" Jon doubled his efforts, drunk on her taste and the sounds of her pleasure. Her hands gripped his hair almost painfully as she ground against his mouth, chasing her release.
"I'm so close," she panted. "Keep going... please... JON!" Jon devoured her like a man starved, his tongue working with increasing confidence as Ygritte's moans filled the cave. Her taste was intoxicating - sweet and musky and wild, like everything about her. Each stroke of his tongue made her thighs quiver around his head.
"Fuck, Jon Snow," she gasped, her fingers tangling tighter in his dark curls. "Where did you learn to... oh GODS!" His tongue circled her sensitive bud relentlessly while two fingers pumped inside her. Her inner walls clenched around his digits as he curled them upward, hitting that spot that made her see stars.
"Right there, don't stop!" she commanded, her hips bucking against his face. "Use your teeth... gently... yes, like that!" He alternated between sucking her clit and flicking it with his tongue, drunk on her pleasure. Her taste grew stronger as her arousal peaked, making him moan against her flesh. The vibrations sent shockwaves through her body.
"Gods, your mouth is magic," she panted, grinding against his face. "Harder... faster... I'm so close..." Jon doubled his efforts, his tongue moving at a frenzied pace while his fingers worked her most sensitive spot. Her thighs began to tremble uncontrollably around his head.
"JON! FUCK! I'M..." she couldn't finish her sentence as pleasure exploded through her body. Her back arched off the furs as she came hard against his mouth, flooding his tongue with her essence. He didn't stop, drawing out her orgasm until she was writhing and begging for mercy. Only then did he slow his movements, placing gentle kisses on her inner thighs as she caught her breath.
"Come here," she demanded weakly, pulling him up to kiss her deeply, tasting herself on his lips. "For someone who knows nothing, Jon Snow, you're a quick study."
His cock was rock hard again from pleasuring her. Ygritte grinned wickedly as she felt it pressing against her thigh. Ygritte's fingers wrapped around his throbbing length, positioning him at her entrance. Jon's breath caught in his throat as he felt her wet heat against his sensitive tip.
"Look at me," she commanded softly. Their eyes locked as she slowly guided him forward. "I want to see your face when you enter me for the first time." Jon gasped as the head of his cock breached her tight opening. The sensation was overwhelming - hot, wet, and impossibly tight. His arms trembled as he held himself above her.
"Gods," he groaned as she took him deeper, inch by incredible inch. Her inner walls gripped him like a velvet vice, pulsing around his length.
"You're so big," she moaned, her nails digging into his back. "Go slow... let me feel all of you..." When he finally hilted inside her completely, they both stayed still for a moment, savouring the sensation of their joined bodies. Jon had never felt anything so intense - it was like coming home to a place he'd never been.
"Move," she whispered, rolling her hips beneath him. "Take me, Jon Snow." He withdrew slightly before pushing back in, drawing matching moans from both their throats. Her legs wrapped around his waist, changing the angle and allowing him even deeper.
"Like that," she encouraged, meeting his tentative thrusts. "Don't hold back. I want all of you." Raw instinct took over as Jon lost himself in the overwhelming sensations. His hips snapped forward urgently, driving into her with unrestrained need. Each thrust was desperate and deep, his inexperience showing in the erratic rhythm.
"Yes!" Ygritte cried out, matching his frenzied pace. "Take me, Jon Snow! Don't hold back!" His face buried in her neck, breath coming in harsh pants as he rutted into her like a man possessed. The cave echoed with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and their shared moans of pleasure.
"So good," he gasped against her skin. "Can't... can't slow down..."
Her nails raked down his back, spurring him on. "Don't you dare slow down! Fuck me harder!" His hips pistoned wildly, driving into her with abandon. The wet sounds of their coupling mixed with their passionate cries. Her inner walls clenched around him with each desperate thrust.
"I'm not going to last," he warned, his movements becoming even more frantic. "Ygritte, I..."
"Inside me," she demanded, legs locking around his waist. "Fill me up, Jon Snow!" His entire body tensed as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Jon's entire body went rigid as the most intense pleasure he'd ever felt crashed through him. His cock swelled and pulsed violently inside her as the first powerful surge of his release erupted.
"GODS! YGRITTE!" he roared, his voice echoing off the cave walls as rope after thick rope of hot seed flooded her welcoming depths. Each pulse seemed stronger than the last, making his vision blur at the edges.
"Yes!" she cried out, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him. "Give me all of it, Jon Snow!" His hips jerked uncontrollably as he continued to empty himself inside her, more than he thought possible. His seed was so copious it began to leak out around where they were joined, running down her thighs.
"So much," she gasped, grinding against him as her own orgasm peaked. "You're filling me up completely!" The intensity of their shared climax had them both trembling and crying out. Jon's cock throbbed and pulsed for what felt like an eternity, each new surge of his release triggering another wave of pleasure through both their bodies.
When he finally collapsed on top of her, they were both drenched in sweat and gasping for air. He could feel their combined essence dripping from her, marking the furs beneath them.
"Seven hells," she panted, running her fingers through his damp curls. "I've never felt anyone come so hard... or so much..."
He tried to pull out, but she locked her legs around him. "Stay inside me," she commanded softly. "I want to feel every last drop..." They lay there connected, trading lazy kisses as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through them. When he finally softened and slipped from her, a flood of his seed followed.
Ygritte moved with the fluid grace of a wildling warrior, pinning Jon beneath her with a predatory grin. Her mouth crashed down on his, tongue demanding entrance as she took control of the kiss. Jon moaned helplessly as she explored every inch of his mouth, her skilled tongue making him forget his own name.
"You taste like me," she purred against his lips, nipping at them playfully. "And something else... something uniquely you." Her hands tangled in his dark curls, holding him exactly where she wanted as she devoured his mouth. Jon surrendered completely to her passionate assault, letting her dominate the kiss as she pleased.
"Such a pretty mouth," she murmured between deep, hungry kisses. "But I bet it can do even more..." She sucked his bottom lip between her teeth, making him gasp. Her tongue immediately took advantage, sliding against his in a sensual dance that had him hardening again despite their recent activities.
"Already wanting more?" she teased, grinding herself against his growing arousal. "Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you, Jon Snow..." Her kisses grew more demanding, claiming him thoroughly as her hands roamed his chest. When she finally broke away, they were both breathing heavily. Ygritte's skilled fingers wrapped around his length, drawing a deep groan from Jon's throat. She stroked him with expert precision, her grip firm but gentle as she brought him back to full hardness.
"Gods, you recover fast," she purred, sliding her thumb over his sensitive tip. "So eager for more..." Her hips rocked against him, her wet heat sliding along his shaft in a teasing dance. Each movement coated him in her essence, making him throb with renewed desire.
"Feel how wet you make me?" she whispered in his ear, grinding herself against his length. "How much I want you inside me again?" Jon's hands gripped her hips, trying to guide her where he desperately needed to be. But Ygritte had other plans, continuing her torturous movements.
"Not yet," she teased, positioning his cock so it slid between her slick folds without entering. "I want you mad with wanting first."
"Ygritte, please," he groaned as she rocked against him, her sensitive bud rubbing along his shaft.
"Please what?" she demanded, increasing her pace. "Tell me what you want, Jon Snow."
"I want to be inside you again," he gasped as she continued her sweet torture. With a wicked grin, Ygritte raised her hips and sank down on his throbbing length in one fluid motion. Both of them cried out as she took him to the hilt.
"Watch me," she commanded, beginning to ride him with wild abandon. "Watch how I take my pleasure from you." Her pace was relentless, hips rolling and grinding as she used his cock exactly how she wanted. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
"Gods, you feel so good inside me," she moaned, clenching her inner walls around him. "So thick... so deep..."
Jon's hands gripped her hips, trying to guide her movements, but she batted them away. "No," she growled. "Let me use you. Just lie there and take it." She braced her hands on his chest, riding him harder and faster. The cave echoed with the sounds of their coupling and her increasingly loud moans.
"Yes... yes... RIGHT THERE!" she cried as she found the perfect angle, her movements growing more frenzied. "Don't you dare come yet. I'm not finished with you!" Her nails dug into his chest as she chased her pleasure, using his cock to hit that perfect spot inside her again and again. Sweat glistened on her skin in the dim light, her red hair wild around her face.
"Touch my breasts," she demanded, and Jon eagerly complied, kneading the soft flesh and pinching her hardened nipples. Jon's calloused hands kneaded Ygritte's breasts roughly as she rode him with wild abandon. Her nipples hardened further under his touch as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers, drawing loud moans from her throat.
"Harder!" she demanded, grinding down on his thick length. "Pull them... yes, like that!" Her movements grew more frantic, her hips rolling and grinding as she chased her release. Each downward thrust took him impossibly deep, hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars.
"I'm close," she gasped, her inner walls beginning to flutter around him. "So fucking close... don't stop!" Jon twisted her nipples sharply, making her cry out as pleasure shot straight to her core. Her thighs began to tremble as she ground down harder, faster.
"YES! FUCK! JON!" she screamed as her orgasm crashed over her. Her entire body convulsed with pleasure, inner walls clamping down rhythmically around his cock as waves of ecstasy wracked her frame. She continued to ride him through her climax, each movement drawing out her pleasure until she was shaking and incoherent. Her release was so intense it flooded down his shaft, soaking them both. The sensation of Ygritte's pulsing walls and flood of release around his cock was too much for Jon to bear. His hands gripped her hips bruisingly tight as pleasure exploded through his body.
"GODS! YGRITTE!" he roared as his cock swelled and erupted inside her. Thick ropes of hot seed shot deep into her willing body, each pulse more intense than the last. His vision went white at the edges as he pumped her full of his essence.
"Yes!" she cried, grinding down to take him deeper. "Give me all of it! Fill me up!" His hips bucked uncontrollably as he continued to empty himself inside her, more copiously than before. Their combined fluids leaked out around where they were joined, creating a mess of their coupling.
"So much," she moaned, feeling each hot surge of his release. "You're flooding me..." Jon's entire body trembled as his climax seemed to go on forever, each new pulse of pleasure making him cry out her name. His cock throbbed and pulsed inside her until he was completely spent. When she finally collapsed on his chest, they were both drenched in sweat and gasping for air. She could feel his seed dripping from her as she lay there, his cock still twitching inside her.
"Seven hells," she panted against his neck. "You're going to make me addicted to that magnificent cock of yours, Jon Snow..."
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they recovered. "I think I already am," he admitted, making her laugh.
"Good," she purred, clenching around him again. "Because the night is still young..."
Their passion seemed endless as the night wore on. Each time they thought they were spent, a touch or kiss would ignite their desire anew. Ygritte showed Jon positions he'd never imagined, taking him against the cave wall, on all fours like a wild thing, straddling him as he sat up to kiss her deeply.
"You're insatiable," she gasped during their fourth... or was it fifth coupling? She had lost count as pleasure blurred one moment into the next. Jon's stamina surprised even himself as he took her again and again, his initial hesitation completely forgotten. Their bodies were slick with sweat, marked with love bites and scratches, evidence of their passionate night.
"I can't get enough of you," he growled, pinning her beneath him one final time. This time their coupling was slower, deeper, both of them savouring every sensation as exhaustion began to creep in. When they finally collapsed together, completely spent, the cave's hot springs had filled the air with a thick mist. Their bodies were thoroughly marked by their lovemaking - his back bearing the red trails of her nails, her neck and breasts decorated with his passionate bites.
"Sleep now, Jon Snow," Ygritte murmured, curling against his chest. "You'll need your strength for tomorrow..." He pulled her closer, breathing in the wild scent of her hair. They drifted off tangled together on the furs, their bodies still intimately joined, as the steam rose around them and the night grew deeper beyond the cave's entrance.
In the morning, they would wake to start all over again, but for now, they slept the deep sleep of the thoroughly satisfied, their dreams filled with echoes of shared pleasure.