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beelicious-and-fictitious · 2 years ago

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The Bastard In Your Bed (Soft Version)

GOT Koner (Snow) X Lady of Castle Cerwyn! Reader

Sequel to “Kinktober prompt day 29; Body Worship” | 5.4k words | NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Author Attempts (Poorly) To Mimic The Writing Style of The Source Material (GOT/ASOIAF), Swearing, References to Canon Typical Violence, Cuckolding, Infidelity(?), Highborn/Smallfolk, Mutual Pining, Edging, Marking, Breeding, Multiple Time Skips, Mentions of Pregnancy/Miscarriage, Mother! Reader, Ruined Clothes, Oral (female receiving), Cockwarming

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Your ankles cross behind his head as Koner folds your legs over your own body and thrusts faster. You have already come twice and have endured watching him torturing himself by slowing down whenever he nears his end. Your heart breaks knowing the reason why he won't let himself finish.

"Koner," you cradle his face and try to get him to look at you, "let go, love. Fill me up again.”

"No," he grunts and his cockhead hits deep, making you gasp. "I'm not ready yet… not ready to…"

Koner's pillowy lips curve into a sad pout and you feel his manhood starting to soften inside you. The end of your time together making an heir has drawn to a close whether you like it or not, and you do not intend to let it be such a sad parting.

You pinch his cheeks and pull his head down, forcing him to look you in the eye. "I know, my love, but there comes a time when all things must end. Please, darling, let's make it a good one."

Big dark eyes swim with unshed tears above you and you feel him give a barely perceptible nod. "...just come again for me, my lady, one more time…?"

You aren't sure if you can but… "for you? I can try."

The handsome Koner Snow kisses you sweetly, licking his way past your teeth before thrashing you with a slew of cleverly angled thrusts and the warmest gaze. It never failed to make fire blaze in your core, no matter how sore you became. The sound of sticky flesh slapping fills your ears and makes your cunt clench around him, causing his rhythm to falter and his eyes to fall shut in concentration.

"Careful, m'lady," he teases you in that sweet voice you had come to know so well, "or I might not make it. Then I'll have no choice but to clean you up with my tongue and start all over again."

The twisting feeling in your stomach pulled tight as a bow string. He loves reminding you of his specially skilled tongue work. No matter how many times he did it, it never lost its luster and had you begging for him every time without fail.

“Ah! Koner…” your legs are shaking as they fall from his shoulders, but he catches them with his strong arms and spreads you wider to pound into you harder. “F-f-fuck!”

“That’s it, m’lady, fuck, I can feel it coming...”

Koner presses a hand into your belly and bites your already bruised neck. The weight of his hand on your stomach inadvertently causes some of his seed from a previous release to squelch out of you around his drilling cock and the feeling makes your eyes flutter and your whole body clench so hard that you see stars. A strangled gurgle leaves your raw throat as your cunt flutters harder than it has before. Koner’s thrusts falter and he groans into your neck.

He pushes your whole body into the bed as he fills you up again. Milky white cream pumps into your womb as he crushes your breasts with his warm palms.

You are both trembling when he pulls out and wraps you into his arms again. You lick his cheek and savor the taste of salty sweat as he giggles in surprise.

“You are insatiable, my lady,” he says mirthfully.

“Only when it comes to you, dear,” you admit lowly and bite your lip to stop from confessing other things.

You heard the footsteps long before he entered the room. Lord Cerwyn had checked on you often during this time, always at random so as not to let you get too cozy with your 'little pet' as he called Koner. You feel the bedmate quickly pulling away to stand, naked and covered in sex fluids but not as self-conscious as he had been before. You imagine him as having lost most of his modesty from being walked in on again and again.

Medger burst in through the doors, ever a grand entrance with him. "Ah, wife! I have given you your days, as promised. Now it is time for the boy to return to his duties and for you to return to yours."

"Yes, my lord," you and Koner said in unison.

Medger sauntered up to the bed and patted your bare thigh where the furs did not cover you. "How long before you know if you are with child? Do you feel a babe growing yet?"

You spy Koner covering his mouth with his hand as he tugs on his trousers and give your husband a blank stare.

"... no, Medger. I'm afraid it doesn't work that fast."

Koner does not hear much of your explanation as the captain of the guards ushers him out of the room to finish dressing, leaving the boy with a heavy heart and a wish that he had been quick enough to kiss you goodbye.

…

Three days. Three days of fine dornish wine, sweet cakes, and bread that wasn't stale. Three days spent under the thickest, warmest furs next to a raging hearth maintained at all times by the castle servants. Three days rutting and fucking and filling your womb until it was fit to burst and leaked all night long. The time Koner had spent with you felt both like a lifetime, and yet they passed by more quickly than he wanted.

You returned to being the Lady of Castle Cerwyn, and Koner returned to the drafty, sickly cold of the guards' barracks and its uninspired rations and hunting for his own meat that he would still be expected to share no matter how measly the kill. And dodging all of the questions his fellow guards flung at him was made easier thanks to the reminder lord Cerwyn had given him.

"Remember, pup. No babe means no head, and I'm talking about the useless one on your shoulders, not the useless one between your legs.”

It chilled him to the bone worse than the cold of the North but he soldiered on. After a while, the questions stopped coming and the taste of unsalted rabbit didn't seem so bland. One earnest talk with his captain about the cold in the sleeping quarters ended with Koner slathering mud into the holes in the walls of the barracks by himself trying to block out the draft, and the captain was quick to give Koner a pointed look when dozens of extra furs were made and distributed to the guardsmen.

Captain Karstark pulled him aside from his duties under the guise of helping him with a special task. No other guards, no horses– just two armed men (one far more seasoned in battle than the other) and snow crunching under their boots in the towering pine forest.

Unlike other Karstarks and men of the North, the captain’s head was shorn except for the silvery spade hair on his chin. He was a fierce warrior, and a wise one as well. Koner would never call him amicable but in many ways, he did remind him of his own lord father.

“I take it you did more than just ‘your duty’ when you were with Lady Cerwyn,” Karstark grumbled. “Did a lot of complaining, did you Snow?”

“N-no, captain,” Koner stammered and tripped on a tree root. “The Lady offered to have new boots and blankets made for the guards, I-I did not say anything like that!”

“So she just decided that, did she? You had absolutely nothing to do with it at all?”

Koner flushed. He hadn’t meant to, but while he was showering you in praise and thanks between sex, you quickly picked up on his obsession with how warm it all was. The old wing of the castle where the guards usually slept was still being rebuilt and the barracks were drafty. You insisted that was a serious problem and you would handle it. Then you’d found holes in his boots when your handmaid had brought his clothes back from being washed and doubled down.

"There’s something else bothering you, boy. Tell me what bug crawled up your ass to make you so skittish," the captain said after an hour.

Koner startled and tugged at his gloves. "I-it's nothing, captain. Only that…"

He was expressly forbidden to talk about those three days. But Karstark knew, had known all along and had even collected him for the line-up. And Koner was restless at night dreaming of his head being fixed to a pike and needed at least a little reassurance.

"Have you heard anything at all about the Lady, captain?"

The older man hesitated. “Why?”

“Because lord Cerwyn threatened to cut my head off if she’s not with child,” Koner answered and pouted when the captain laughed.

“It’s alright, Snow,” he said, patting his back. “My wife and I have been blessed with many children. It would usually take a few months before her belly started to grow, but there were other signs I caught onto before then, like her eating more and having tender breasts. The first sign she once told me is that she stopped bleeding monthly.”

Koner shudders uncomfortably.

“My wife is always quieter in those first three months,” the commander continued. “She says babes are most often lost at their earliest. So if she notices anything, she’ll wait to tell me just to be sure it’s not something else. You’ll be alright, son, things like this don’t stay quiet for long. Gods know it’s been long enough. They will see fit to bless her with an heir.”

Life carried on and once it was announced that you were indeed with child, the frightening, dirty looks from lord Cerwyn stopped coming. It made Koner happy and terribly sad all at once. His first child would not be his own. The babe would never know him, but it would be cared for and doted on immensely by you and the rest of the residents of the castle. He realized he would have to be careful from now on to treat you and the babe like strangers– never being allowed to let his interactions bear a hint of familiarity, or no doubt Lord Cerwyn would put a sword through him.

Every night after that, Koner prayed for a girl, if only so he might be blessed with more time in your bed trying again. And when the nights were especially long, he found himself reaching his chilly hands into his trousers and fondling himself to the thought of you. Your breasts tender and full, your face eternally bright, and your belly swollen large as the babe grew bigger and bigger. Koner's mouth goes dry as his imagination colors and a few wanton grunts die in his throat as he spills into his hand.

He wonders if you think about him at all or if you've forgotten him completely and blinks tears away.

…

Koner is walking the hall back to the rowdy feast when he hears a strange noise from afar. His feet stop short and he lifts his head, listening to see if it comes again. Another follows, more readily identified as a painful scream that makes his heart pound in his ears.

A hard hand slaps his shoulder and scares him out of his wits, but it's only captain Karstark. "Snow! Get your ass to your post before I take you outside and have you whipped!"

Koner fumbles his way two steps before another scream punches through the air, louder and agonized. "D'you hear that?! Someone's being hurt!"

The captain lifts his chin to the air and thinks for a moment. "... it's Lady Cerwyn. Kitchens have been gossiping about it for days. Babe's finally coming."

Black dots dance in Koner's eyes and the room begins to spin. "Can't be. She's in pain…"

The captain hooks an arm around Koner’s and forcibly hauls the boy in the other direction. "Of course she's in fucking pain, have you ever seen the size of a newborn's head? You'll do her no good going to her now, so don't even think about it, Snow. Gods willing, the delivery will be swift and she and the babe will be healthy."

The silence that stretched after that statement drained all of the blood from Koner's face. "And if they aren't?"

But the captain only glances sideways at him and pushes him forward again. The message is clear though… there are people who don't expect you to survive. Maybe it' stems from the barren seven years since your marriage and nobody knows that that had not been your fault. He tries to hang on to that thought as he takes back his post at the feasting hall's front door and watches the visiting lord's make merry so loud that the tapestries tremble on the walls.

Prayer is the only thing keeping him sane. He doesn't know how many he's sent to the Mother for your deliverance, the Father for his own strength, and the Stranger to fuck off, but then a handmaiden whispers in lord Cerwyn’s ear and he is bellowing for the hall to be quiet with the biggest grin on his face.

"I HAVE A SON!"

The whole hall erupts into cheering so loud it makes Koner's teeth chatter and the feast carries on well into the following night.

A boy. The lord has a heir at long last, with your hair he is told, and named Robbard after an old Cerwyn lord. He also hears from the kitchen girls that you call him Robin.

Koner does his best to be happy. He gets to keep his head after all, and as the babe grows older, sometimes Koner catches a glimpse of you with the little lordling walking the grounds. You look serenely happy even when Robin is not content to rest in your arms or as he learns to walk and run, is annoyed at being held back from the stables and the training yards.

"Slow down, my love," he heard you say sweetly above the din of clashing practice swords. "When you're older, you can wander all you like.”

And sometimes it's hard but by the gods, Koner tries to move on and find joy in drinking and singing with his fellow guards, guarding his own secret– it is the only thing he can do to protect you and your boy.

…

Someone shoves their boot into Koner's ribs as he sleeps. A few years past, he would have leaped out of his bed screaming profanities, but tonight he simply cracks open his eyes and grunts in annoyance.

Ser Kyle Condon stands over him with a torch in hand. "Up, Snow. Your lord commands it."

Koner blinks sleep from his eyes and moves sluggishly to his feet, neither in a hurry nor delaying. Ser Kyle was new to the castle grounds but had quickly become lord Cerwyn’s right-hand. He was a true knight, an honorable man and a skilled fighter. And a prick.

“Forget the armor, Snow, just grab whatever will keep you warm,” Ser Kyle says. Okay, so he’s not a total prick.

The walk across the fog covered bailey is quiet. Of course it is, dawn is hours away still. The mud and snow beneath his boots squelch with every step as they make their way to the castle. Ser Kyle offers no explanation as to the reason for his waking, and for some reason, Koner believes it is not because he is withholding something but because he truly doesn’t know what the lord wants from him.

They trek through long halls in the castle and pass an open door with hearty voices. Koner peaks only for a moment and gapes. Ubba Blooddrinker, who returned from some scourge in the wolfswood killing crannogmen the night before, holding young Robin on his hip and playing with the boy, his nephew. And their guests– a red haired woman in blue holding a red haired babe over her yet bulging pregnant belly. Two young boys older than Robin, nearly identical in size but the black haired boy stood as far from the woman as he could, stopped from getting any further away only by the hand of one who could only be his father. And that man was tall and stoic, wearing a thick gray doublet with a wolf's head pinned to his chest.

And as if he could sense eyes on him, the man locked eyes with the young Koner just for a moment before Ser Kyle's heavy gloved hand slapped into his back to push him forward and sending Koner into a coughing fit.

"Was that…?! What are they…?"

"Shut up, Snow," Ser Kyle growled, "it's not to do with you. Lord Stark and his family have better things to do than be gawked at by a peasant."

This time, the insult dug its claws under Koner's skin but he snapped his eye forward and swallowed any retort. Behind his eyes the image of Ubba making his son– your and Lord Medger's son– smile bothered him. And it wasn't until Ser Kyle mounted the spiraling steps to the south tower that Koner realized with a sudden surge of anticipation that this led to your bed chambers that his heart started to beat against his ribs.

Was his dream finally coming true? Had you finally called him back to your arms after all these years? Would he finally be able to confess for your ears alone how you had ensnared his heart? Koner's brow furrows and he tries very hard not to hope against all hopes that he is here for the reason he wishes he was. Still his heart beats wildly in his chest and swells with warmth.

"All yours," Ser Kyle says and doubles back to the room where the Starks were being entertained.

Karstark doesn't say a word, just jerks his head in the direction of your bed chamber and Koner follows blindly. Did you call him here, at last? After six long years? Would you confess that you felt the same longing that has been plaguing him all this time? Was this a trap? He remembers with great confusion that Ser Kyle had named Lord Cerwyn as his caller, not you.

Lord Cerwyn already has his heir, Koner thinks, what else could they want of me other than my continued silence?

His hands shake, and he pants like he's trying to catch his breath. Karstark turns to him just outside your door and whispers low, "try to keep it quiet tonight, Snow. We don't need the Starks asking questions."

Koner nods wildly and pushes forward without another coherent thought. And there you are, waiting for him, still dressed in your white linen gown with the silver trim and black belt. And you smile so sweetly at his face that he almost falls to his knees right then and there.

"Koner," your voice is like a song he could never forget and you drift towards him, placing a soft hand on his cheek and gazing up at him. "I have missed you so much."

Koner feels like his heart is about to burst and he swallows down around the lump in his throat. “I’m dreaming...”

But even as he says it, he knows it is not true. No dream could ever replicate the feeling of your touch, a feeling that six years later he has completely forgotten until just now. And your soft lips brush his but he’s too overcome to kiss you back, frozen in fear and confusion.

“My husband and I have come to another agreement, my dear,” you begin. “Another child and this time, I will be allowed to keep you for a week. Perhaps longer if certain… requirements are met.”

“...what?” Koner’s legs feel like jelly and he allows you to pull him along and sit him on your bed. His head feels like it has been stuffed full with snow, your gentle caresses on the backs of his hands are driving him to distraction but he tries, he tries very hard to listen to you speak. “I d-don’t understand.”

You plant another kiss on his lips and this time, he reciprocates just a little, reactionary to your heat as it seeps into him. “Lord Medger has taken my advice that one son alone is simply not enough for a strong, hearty lineage as house Cerwyn. A man needs sons to carry his name into battle and daughters to tie stronger bonds between houses. One spare heir would be acceptable– even if it is nothing more than a precaution.”

Koner shakes the metaphorical snow from his mind and leans his forehead against yours, trying to calm himself down and understand. “But… they won’t be his sons, not by blood anyways.”

He feels you nod and is almost too caught up in the pools of your gorgeous eyes to hear your response. “History remembers names, not blood.”

Finally, Koner allows his hands to touch you back. One arm circles your waist and pulls you closer and the other pets your hair, the scented oils in it slicking his hand and smelling of lavender blooms and blue winter rose. He digs his nose into yours and allows himself to melt into the feeling of you, of being with you again.

“You devious little vixen,” he scolds you suddenly and makes you laugh.

“I prefer the term clever fox, but…” you don’t get to finish your thought as he lays you down and smothers your lips with a passionate kiss. Every ounce of warmth and feeling you had for him years ago floods back into your marrow and overwhelms you until tears glide freely onto your face and your chin warbles pathetically. You really have missed him. So much.

Your head spins as you gasp for breath and Koner turns his attention to lavishing your jaw and your neck with more kisses, his fingers tugging at the leather cord that keeps your shift closed over your throat.

Then he pulls away suddenly and stares you down. “How? How did you do it? All of it– convincing Lord Cerwyn to bring me back, to stay longer– what in seven hells do you mean longer? How long? Just… how?!”

There is something dark and unknown to him in your eyes. He was familiar with your virtuous highborn nature, your peaceful but competent leadership, your quiet passion. And he was familiar with how filthy you liked to be fucked too. But this thing, this ambitious intelligence he sees now is new to him, latent in its awakening and calculated. To him now, it is wall he did not know was there which you were now allowing him to glimpse, one that no other man, not even your husband had seen before.

“Bearing sons is my basest purpose, Koner,” you reply authoritatively. “And keeping me happy is at least secondary among my husband’s duties. I believe my… unusual behavior during my pregnancy is what motivated him to make the suggestion himself that you should stay a little longer.”

Koner’s brow furrowed. You hadn’t asked him to stay longer. Lord Cerwyn did…? That was… odd.

“... are you going to think about it all night, or are you going to make love to me, Snow?”

Koner’s face colors a high red at the dauntlessness of your language. It told him everything he had been dying to know all along. That his love was not one-sided. That although time and circumstance had kept you apart and would take you away from him again, your heart belonged to him just as his belonged to you. That you loved him…

“Actually I think I have to fuck you,” he says as he climbs off the bed and works his belt off. “I can’t be gentle, not right now.”

He sits on your hips and when your hands reach for him, he pins your wrists down. “Six years of fucking my fist and wasting my seed. I can’t be the man you knew before, not yet. I have to ravish you…”

The tinge of fear in your eyes is offset by the subdued feeling of you trying to rub your thighs together. Your gasp turns quickly into a lewd mewl as he rips your pretty dress in half. You pant under him like a mare in heat and glare, grumbling, “I loved this dress…”

“Sorry,” he says without a hint of remorse, then slams his lips into yours and tears through your shift as well.

He really isn’t the young boy you knew– he seems stronger, his chin is dotted with hair that hadn’t been there before. He looks every bit the northerner he was supposed to be (you’ll soon learn it to be a small mirage. Once he shaves and his chin is bare like a child, he looks like nineteen again). It makes the blood pulsing in your womanhood throb and your channel slicken quicker.

“Fucking take your clothes off,” you growl and bite his lip hard.

Koner chuckles and stands again, rushing to rip off his clothes as you let your torn ones fall to the floor in a heap and toss aside your small clothes as well. His big, rough hands wrap around your waist and lift you up, helping you get onto the bed and laying bare beneath him.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he growls as his big, predatory eyes drink you in.

Your arms are thrown over your head and twitch as you resist the urge to cover yourself. “Even now?”

He knows what you mean. After the baby, your hips and belly are fuller than they had been the last time he had had you. Your breasts sag a little and there are stretchmarks all around your skin. Koner’s manhood twitches with interest.

“You are more beautiful now than you have ever been,” he replies with determination. “And you will be even more beautiful when the gods bless you with another child.”

The kiss he lays on the hollow of your throat is brief, and then you are pushing his head down your torso and trying to hook your legs around his neck, which makes him laugh and resist you only to make you grunt in frustration. He peppers as many kisses as he can while you work your way around his playful sport, and his nose burrows deep into the curls atop your mound to inhale your sweet scent. Just as he remembers it.

“You have to be quiet, my lady,” he says as your heel comes down on the nape of his neck and dips his chin into the pooling slick of your sex, “we wouldn’t want Lord Stark or his children to here you getting your cunt licked, especially not by a bastard who’s not your husband.”

Instinctively, your hand flies to your mouth, just in time to muffle the squeak that comes from feeling Koner’s nose bump the engorged pleasure button that sets fire to your blood. He promises himself that he won’t get too distracted with this task as his throbbing cock begins to leak needily. He needs you just as bad as you need him, but he has to prepare you. Your body hasn’t taken him in so long it’s hardly going to remember how.

He hums pleasantly as he tastes you. A tart tang bathes his tongue as he laps up the creamy slick gathering at your entrance and he is quick to work two of his long fingers into your cunt to work you open.

You squirm under his every ministration and babble tearily. “I missed you so much those first few weeks before I realized I was pregnant. The babe in my belly was a lovely distraction, but then… then my body started to change and I… I started to get cravings…”

Koner wraps his plush lips around your button and sucks on it gently, humming and bringing your orgasm to the brink. “Cravings?”

“Sex,” you gasped. “Every waking moment I was tortured with need to be touched and kissed and fucked. My husband tried– gods he tried– but even when he did make me come, it wasn’t enough. He called me insatiable…”

The combination of Koner’s light chuckle against your sex and his rough touch you made stars explode behind your eyes and your back bow. The man delighted in the feeling of your cunt crushing his penetrative fingers. He needed it on his cock.

Not another word crossed his lips until he was grunting, filling you up with one motion made easy by your stretched, relaxed state. Your soft hands smooth up his belly, trailing back down and brushing through the hairy trail leading down to the thicket of hair around his manhood. He leaned over you and wrapped you up in his arms, kissing you soundly until you are both breathless.

“Insatiable, eh? I think I can help you with that, love," he says with a gorgeous smile.

"Oh, of that I have no doubt," you reply cheekily.

Your soft laugh turns into a pleased sigh as Koner begins to move within you. It feels like coming home for both of you, a reunion most unexpected and welcomed. Koner's knuckles brush over your open mouth and he raises his eyebrows meaningfully at you.

You snap your mouth shut to at least try and suppress your noises. "Sorry…"

And even though he promised to ravish you, he finds his body moves of its own will, taking you with slow, deep thrusts that have you circling your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck, whimpering. Everything feels too good to be true. The feel of your womanhood molding snug around him, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back, the extra softness of your belly skin. His hips jerk and give a particularly deep thrust that makes you gasp and throw your head back. His grip on the pillow is so tight his knuckles turn white.

"Not a complaint, but," you smirk and brush some of his hair from his forehead, "I was promised a ravishing."

"Right," Koner says hollowly, and he wills it too, wants it, but his body responds against his own wishes and slows to a stop with his hips flush against yours and his own face dumbfounded.

"Is everything alright, Koner?" A look of worry creases your brow.

Embarrassed, he buries his face against your collarbone and holds you tight to his chest. His cock is still hard, throbbing even, but it is as if the desperate need that had consumed him earlier had been satisfied even without having spilled his seed. The logic confounds him as it has never been this way before.

"Koner," you whisper into his ear to coax him up. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

Koner sighs, and the words flow out of him from somewhere in his mind that even here had not been aware of. "Just… want to stay like this for a while, that's all. I thought I needed… but I think I just… needed to be closer with you."

"...okay," you say and smile up at him. "Whatever you want, dear. We have time."

After a quick adjustment, you find yourself laying on your side with Koner pressed into your back and sliding his cock back inside you, where he claims you are snug and warm around him and he just wants to stay holding you for a few hours before he fucks you. His hair is soft as it tickles your face and peppers the gentlest kisses along your neck and your shoulder before settling his chin in the crook and closing his tired eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers so quietly you almost think you imagined the words. His ears are pink again and his chin digs into your tender muscles.

But you know you can’t say it back. Instead you press yourself harder into the wall of his body and hold his open palm against your chest. “Can you feel the way my heart is beating, Koner?”

You feel him nod against your neck and hope he understands all that you mean to convey to him without damaging your marriage vow. In a just world, it would be him as your devoted husband and you the lord of the castle. But the laws of gods and man were stiff, and you would settle for taking what pleasure you could for as long as they would allow.

Back to Part 1 | Main Masterlist | The Bastard In Your Bed (Hard Version) **coming soon TBD**

Now I made a second version because I wanted more plot and sex but I didn't want to completely scrub this version either so you get OPTIONS you're welcome 😘

#three bees writing #got koner x female reader #bee's archive of fiction #black reader insert #joseph quinn character fiction

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mypoisonedvine · 1 year ago

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🖊️ - Lost in the Woods? I really really love the way you write dark fics hehe

ooh, this fic was absolutely one of my darkest ever, I think. I put all my worst kinks in there and just let 'er rip. it's a doozy. poor reader

I was in near-constant communication with @quinnsmunson @mustyrosewater and @mittos as I wrote this one and they heavily influenced it. jezzy specifically requested the line where koner mentions the reader's braids and tugs them, and as soon as they said it I loved it! it was a really fun way to describe her appearance/style while also being inclusive to most hair types (I think pretty much anyone can wear braids...)

I loved writing koner's demeaning, snarky attitude; and for the like 2 seconds of content he actually has, it's pretty accurate. the way he and henk basically make fun of and terrify her for so long was... obviously fucked up but super fun to write

I expected more hate because at this point, almost no koner content existed and I can very much understand if someone's desperate for content and the only option is something they consider morally reprehensible, they're gonna be mad lmao but thankfully I don't remember anybody getting too upset... I mean I could not have spelled it out more clearly in the warnings

I know for sure this one had some alternate scenes/endings, including possibly anal, but I decided not to go there and leave it at the insane filth it already was. I also remember having a hard time keeping track of the positions everyone was in. that's something you don't realize about writing smut, how annoying it is to keep track of free hands and who's on top and what they're wearing. in this case, I know the location of koner's knife was a pain to keep tabs on... but i think it all worked out lmao

but the changing positions thing, i remember trying to pick if she should be face down or face up and having to take the issue to committee, and this is the response I got...

so I ended up splitting the difference and doing both, it made it take even longer to finish but it was worth it I think! SORRY FOR POSTING SCREENSHOTS MY LOVES LMAO

and what I said about it being my darkest ever? yeah, well, it'll be dethroned handily if I ever finish my steddie x reader wip, let's just say that...

#30k sleepover #🖋️ fic behind the scenes

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decodedlvr · 2 years ago

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bruh I’ve been struggling just to get past season 1 of GOT for like months —just so I can see Joseph for like what? 10 seconds

I just know there’s so many damn episodes 😫 need motivation

update: just found out pedros in it, and he’s recently caught my attention welp.

shit.

ok joe look like Justin Timberlake lowkey

#game of thrones #joseph quinn #GOT #hbo got #joe quinn #koner x reader #koner #pedro pascal #oberyn martell #justin timberlake

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fujiihime · 2 years ago

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Joseph Quinn's Other Characters Fics (Series/One-Shots) - I

I made a list of currently reading and recommended fics for Joseph Quinn's other characters here on Tumblr. All were beautifully written by amazing writers. These writers are incredible and full of brilliant ideas, so please visit their blogs and check all of their works. Happy reading! Don’t forget to comment and reblog their works. You may also reblog this list to share with everyone/blog mutuals. Thank you! (For 18+, MDNI)

Prince Paul (Catherine the Great)

Pick Your Poison | 2 | 3 by @punk-in-docs

Keep Watch Over The Door Of My Lips

And The Stars Sighed In Unison

Lay No Claim | 2 by @the-suburban-blues

It Has Always Been You by @dingusfreakhxrrington

With Me Now by @the-suburban-blues

Our Duty & Birth Of 1st Child by @emmywrites-blog

Deserve Love Series | 2 | 3 | 4 | ED by @boohoo-clo

Thank You by @m7nson

Out Of The Dark by @creme-bruhlee

My Darling by @helpwhatsthis

Childish by @badmirvcle

Eye for An Eye by @rocknrollbabe14

Ralph (TimeWasters)

At Last | 2 | 3 | 4 | ED by @luv4fandoms

It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To by @brighteyedbushybrowed

Please & Darling by @no-mercy-bby

Wizard by @creme-bruhlee

To Be Loved by @stevies-corner

A Special Present For A Special Boy by @littlelioncub43

Who's A Good Boy? | 2 @mypoisonedvine

Baby Boy by @historygeekfics

Show Me

Untitled by @thefreak-thebanished

A Life Well Loved by @eddiemunsonthebanished

Words Of Advice | 2 by @ladyfogg

My Sweet Boy by @forays-into-fiction

A Rivalry For The Ages by @ladybug0095

The Dance by @stinkysam

Tell the World by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Busy Streets And Busy Lives @thefreak-thebanished

Kinktober: Day13 - Face Sitting by @xcatnapsx

My Way Of Life by @ @sadboyeddie

Tom Grant (Make Up)

You Got Me by @mypoisonedvine

WindSwept by @ladyfogg

Lemons Lollipops and Salt | 2(WIP) by @cherrielip

Adore You by @inklore

5 Minutes In Heaven

A Couple Hours by @luvsouya

Little Thief by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Thunder by @loves0phelia

Maybe It's A Good Thing? | 2 by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Prompts | 2 | 3 by @ladylannisterxo

Welcome Home by @mypoisonedvine

Untitled by @ginger-mews

New Girl | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 by @xcatnapsx

I'm Home by @bluesfortheredj

Cheer Up by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Untitled | Prompt by @joemazzmatazz

I'm Not Her by @munsonxmayhem

Smashed by @joekeeryswife

Rebound | 2 | 3 by @munsonxmayhem

Another Sad Love Song by @rocknrollbabe14

Kisses from Cupid by @hawkinsbanishedhero

His Past And His Future by @munsonxmayhem

New Angel by @fxckadoodledoomunson

Mr. And Mrs. Grant by @munsonxmayhem

Tom Grant Series by @wheels-of-despair

Leonard Bast (Howards End)

A Friend Of A Friend by @the-suburban-blues

All I'd Ever Need @the-suburban-blues

As Stubborn As A Mule by @writing-fanics

Arthur Havisham (Dickensian)

The Arrangement | 2 | 3 (x M!Reader) by @ladyfogg

One Of Those Nights (x M!Reader) by @alex-drinks-blood

Untitled (xPlatonicF!Reader) by @dingusfreakhxrrington

Letters (x M!Reader) by @axailslink

Million Dollar Man (x F!Reader) by @lvlycheri

Not All Who Wander Are Lost (x M!Reader) by @lvlycheri

It's Okay (xPlatonicF!Reader) by @x-its-funnier-in-enochian-x

Please Don't Go (x M!Reader)

Untitled (x M!Reader) by @alex-drinks-blood

Maybe Someday (x M!Reader) by @casettewrecked

Untitled (x M!Reader) by @razzledazzlestuff

Can The Past Save The Future (x M!Reader) by @stardancerluv

Koner (Game of Thrones)

Only You | 2 | 3 by @creme-bruhlee

Night Watch by @historygeekfics

A Not-So-Knight and His Spellcaster | 2(WIP) by @brighteyedbushybrowed

Winter Nights | 2 by @ercklln

A Winter's Tale by @lyricswrittenbythesecretdreamer

Dark Koner (Untitled) by @mypoisonedvine

Note: I hope a lot more writers will write stories for these characters and I'm sure we're all excited to read more stories about it.

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heresathreebee · 2 years ago

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I dropped this today so I could stop thinking about it over Thanksgiving 😅 and well...

Here's that part two! The Bastard In Your Bed... soft version

Because I have no self control, Koner X Lady Cerwyn Reader will have a Hard Version that I will drop later at some yet undetermined time to fulfill my need for more conflict and plot driven smut.

So basically you're getting two...

I know it was just for Kinktober but my GOD would you ever consider writing a part 2 to your Koner fic??? Because that was INCREDIBLE and I desperately need to know what happens next!!

... I have been staring lovingly at this ask for days.

Yes it can have a part two abso-FRIGGIN-lutely, I didn't put all that plot in it for nothing 😂

Actually I put in so much plot because it was an idea that had been swimming around in my head for forever and I was afraid I would never actually write any of it out but now that we've got a good start 👀

Part Two (**link coming TBD**) just got bumped up to second on my WIP list, after my final and vastly late kinktober prompt (which has Prince Paul and a Mermaid Reader if anyone is interested)

#got koner x female reader #i cannot be contained not even by myself #part two is on side blog beelicious-and-fictitious

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ercklln · 2 years ago

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winter nights | koner pt. 1

SUMMARY : set to travel to winterfell, you’re a noble lady on a small convoy in the secluded dirt road when bandits came ambushing you and your men. your two guards were killed and you’re left to run away into the woods as they chase you only to be saved by a winterfell soldier. who’d change your world entirely.

koner x fem! reader

masterlist, @fhrlclln, pt. two

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : assault, violence, gore and smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, slight corruption kink, breeding kink & loss of virginity)

WORD COUNT : 10.47k

a/n: s(creaming)

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“a nearby inn should be close, m’lady.”

the soldier quipped, the cold air brushing the soft skin of your face. you shivered, snow seized to be in your vision as your white mare huffed alongside your breathy sigh. the cloth of furs draping over your body were a comfort as this convey you’ve set on was tiring and undoubtedly cold. you don’t know how many days you’ve been riding with two of the soldiers your father commanded to accompany you, all you had in mind was to arrive tomorrow as early as possible for sansa.

“we’ll be by winterfell tomorrow?” you asked, licking your lips, feeling the coldness chap them. you were thankful to have your cloak on as you couldn’t imagine wanting frostbite on the tips of your ears. you’ve seen worse on soldiers before, not a pretty sight.

“should be, m’lady. once we settle in for the night, we’ll get there in no time.” your other soldier answered, you nodded, gloved hands clutching the leather reins. you wanted to visit lady sansa stark ever since the heavy occurrences had happened, the whole of westeros was still healing and the snow of the north still embodied the frozen chill of what had tragically happened. your father had complained to give you a bigger convey and a carriage to escort you but you declined, knowing well a big attraction would gain the attention of bandits and thieves. and as defenseless you are, two soldiers were enough to protect you from anything.

“might i ask, m’lady, what is your business in winterfell? it’s no common convoy for a lady like you to be traveling in a small group.” the older man asked, turning his head back at you with a smile.

“just meeting an old friend.” you simply replied, offering a small smile in return. “it’s been a while since i’ve been in winterfell.” you added softly.

“are you to be wedded, m’lady?” the younger one asked with a smug grin. the urge to roll your eyes was at the verge, the older one seem to sense your annoyance as he let out a gruff chuckle. men.

“no.” you shake your head, focusing ahead as the sound of hooves dragging on the snow thickened. the two men continued on in front of you, idling a conversation about the younger one’s opinion about the maid he had been fucking. it was annoying to hear men chatter about, but you were used to it. not a day goes by where women are seen to be a object for all men, it angered you greatly but it is how things are seen still. being a daughter to a noble house made it worse knowing your duty was to be a wife for a wealthy lord, give him heirs and be a great daughter to your house. a literal broodmare you were.

you let out a sigh, creating a tiny fog as you turned your head to see the snowy trees above you. you always admired the white snow, soft and beautiful yet deadly cold. you remembered your childhood days when you were playing around with sansa or even arya when the snow got too thick after a night’s storm. snowmans and creating snow angels, it put a smile on your face as you gazed upon ahead until a sudden ruffle in the bushes made you sharply turn your head to the direction of it.

“halt.” the older soldier put his gloved hand up as you pulled the reins to stop. he had sense it too, the sudden noise. “keep your ears open, lad.” he turned to the young soldier as he nodded.

“direwolf?” you asked, knowing the woods hold in a number of beasts. wolves, bears or what.

“could be. but no pack has set it’s territory here.” the older man snickered, glaring at the bushes. you gripped the reins tight, an unknowing dread lurking in from the back of your neck. whatever it is, you didn’t like the idea of something is ambushing the three of you.

“should i check it out?” the younger lad gripped the heel of his sword, the older one shook his head as no other rustle in the bush was emitted. could be a hare or some squirrel by the looks of it maybe. a mild relief settled in as the older soldier continued the path.

“just some animal, m’lady.” the older man assured, you nodded as you gently assured your horse to continue the dirt path.

“are you sure?” you asked cautiously. a snort erupted from the younger one as you mildly glared at him.

“little lady is scared.” he teased as the older one chuckled loudly before adding cockily. “we got the swords and arms, m’lady. you’ll be safe.” they payed no attention to you as they continued ahead, engaging in the conversation before.

you shivered again, eyes looking to the side cautiously, that gut feeling in your stomach still there. you didn’t like how nervous you are now, but who wouldn’t fear of something lurking in the woods when night seems to be falling soon, wishing the inn would be near.

rustle. there it was again. your ears picked up the sound of leaves rustling from the sides, your heart thumped against your ribcage as your two soldiers were chatting and laughing out loud now. completely unaware of your discomfort. your brows furrowed for a second as you tried to ignore it, overthinking wasn’t the best option now as you looked up ahead. the trees shading, snow falling from the sides as the gust of wind caressed your cheeks. it felt tense, quiet even, only the sound of your men’s chatter filling the void as you held in your breath. seconds passed, you breathed out until—

the sound of an arrow and a scream erupted.

“lad!?” the older man yanked the reins of his horse as the young soldier’s shoulder was struck by an arrow. your eyes widened as you too had stopped abruptly, making your mare shriek. the young lad yelled as he held the arrow, blood marking the cloth on his shoulder. you held in your breath as the rustle in the bushes grew louder, the older knight shouted at you to stay put as the young lad frantically tried to pry off the arrow. you grimaced, noting as the older man had gone off his horse as the sound of two or three men shouting came in. bandits.

“keep the lady safe!” the older one shouted, wielding out his sword as the young one nodded, grimacing as he threw the bloodied arrow away. you got off your mare, holding her reins as you tried to back away seeing as the older one fended himself as those three bandits started to clash their swords with him. you held your breath, seeing as your two soldiers tried to fend off the scums. the older soldier managed to slice off one, hitting him in the chest, the young one though had trouble swinging his right arm due to the shoulder wound. the archer had a good eye aiming for his weak spots, you stood silent, backing away slowly as you can hear the young soldier struggle as he was repeatedly being clashed. you couldn’t look, knowing well one out of two are wounded, three being in the lead of the fight. you heard it, the sound of flesh being sliced, the blood curling scream of the young soldier.

“fuck!” the older one grunted as the bandits started to swarm on him now, you gasped as you shakily looked to the older soldier as he locked eyes with you, the undoubtedly familiar glint he wasn’t going to survive this and neither can you. in both of your dismay, one bandit seem to notice you as he smirked darkly, stalking towards you hopped on your horse. turning around to see from the back of the road, a few number of bandits on guard. they had this planned.

“run, m’lady. run!” the older soldier shouted after being pushed to the ground. you didn’t think twice, racing your horse into the woods, you huffed hearing as the bandits shouted to chase after you. your mare shrieked as you guided yourself from hitting the trees passing your way. if one thing you were good at, was horseback, you rode into the snowy woods, not turning around as you feared they’d catch up. you almost saw a opening on the other side, leading to another road making your heart skip a beat.

“there’s the pretty lady!” you heard from behind, making your heart thump in fear as you rode faster. the snow was thick, your horse was having trouble guiding itself in the obstacles and you were in the verge of tears.

“she’ll be a pretty ransom. won’t she, boys?” suddenly, your horse shrieked loudly making the both of you stumble upon a log. you yelped, landing on the snow as your horse was struck on the it’s hind leg with the same arrow. you grunted in pain, picking yourself up as your horse ran away making you tremble as you stood up and ran for it. fuck!

“fucking heels.” you gritted your teeth, bunching your dress up to run. you huffed, the tiredness getting to you. the overwhelming heat your body was producing due to the layers you have making it all exhausting to run. tears pooled in your eyes as you couldn’t take it anymore, your knees gave up, legs wobbly underneath the furs and silken dress as you hid yourself behind a large tree. your breaths were uneven, you clamp a hand over your mouth to silence the heavy breathing as you prayed to the old and new gods for safety.

“where’s the fucking bitch? sneaky one, i tell ‘ya.” heavy footsteps were heard, the sound of snow scrunching made you shiver. fear coursing through your head. each step came closer and closer and you had to bolt somehow. you glance frantically, grabbing a large rock, the same crunch of the snow neared your side. you braced yourself, waiting with a cold breath as the shadow loomed over you.

“i think—“ before the bandit could even glance at you, you jabbed the rock between his eyes as he let out a guttural screech of pain as blood drip down his face from the impact. you drop the rock, running to the other side yet was stopped as a hand harshly grabbed your arm turning you around as you were caged between the body of one man. a dagger pointed directly up your throat, you froze, your breaths labored as the two men laughed as the other nursed his injured forehead and nose.

“fucking whore broke my nose!” he roared.

“let me go!” you yelled, wiggling in the grasp. sobbing as you were defenseless with no other weapon. the man held the blade tightly up your throat, signaling you to shut up as you cried pathetically.

“caught a posh little lamb. and a beauty as well.” one bandit commented looking at your figure from up and down. you gulped, a uneasy feeling in your stomach.

you begged. “please, i have coin. if you want—“

“say your daddy might pay for you? or we can sell you into a whorehouse with that face of yours or we could keep ‘ya.” the man laughed as you shook your head, lips trembling, tears staining your cheeks as you pleaded.

“p-please.” you sobbed, the other man’s grasp around making you want to puke. you’ll die, here and now. or even worse what ever they can think to do to you.

“take her to the wagon.” the man commanded the one holding you. your eyes widened as you yelled for them to stop as they started moving.

“let me go!” you shouted furiously. the man behind you glared as he forcefully tried to carry you.

“shut up—“

“what’s going on here?” another voice interrupted as all heads turned. your breath seized, a surge of hope erupted in your veins as you looked up to see the familiar black armor of a winterfell soldier. your eyes were desperate, the young soldier seemed to observe the situation first as he met your eyes. big brown eyes laced with suspicion stared at you as you struggled in the death grip. something clicked in his gaze. your lips trembled as you wanted to shout but knowing the man behind you would cut your throat if you ever did.

“nothing at all. why don’t you fuck off, eh?” the bandit scoffed as the young winterfell soldier momentarily held your gaze before turning to the man. hand resting upon his sword.

“seems like there’s something. let the lady go.” he commanded, gesturing to you. “i can pay you lots and fuck off as well, ey? let the lady go.” his voice dropped, noting he was serious.

the bandits laughed as their leader shake his head. fishing out a dagger as he grinned widely towards the young soldier. “you’re just some winterfell foot soldier, might as well cut you up and be with it.”

“please.” you uttered weakly to the soldier. he nodded, as the two bandits started rounding up on him. you closed your eyes, not wanting to see it. your two soldiers were dead just by those men, what more of a young soldier? you can hear the clashes, tears drip down your cheeks as the man behind you gripped you tighter, a blood curling scream echoed the snowy forest and you grimaced hearing the sound of flesh being ripped.

“fuck me. h-he’s killed them!” the man behind you uttered nervously. confused, you looked up, seeing the winterfell soldier drove the tip of his sword to the neck of the kneeling bandit. blood coating his sword, no trace of any blood. the other one was laying on the snow, face front, crimson painting the white ground as you let out a sigh of relief. you looked to the young soldier as he pulled his sword out to stalk towards you and the remaining bandit, clear intent to slash the man behind you. the harsh grip lessened as you managed to free yourself from the grasp of the man before the he came sprinting away with trembling curses. going back into the other part of the woods, you huffed, watching him cowardly run off, your attention now to the rip of your stupid dress.

“this damn dress!” you annoyingly sighed, holding yourself upon the bark of the tree, knees almost giving out as you tried to stand still but you wobbled, feeling the aftermath when you had fallen off your mare and the fatigue.

“are you alright, m’lady?” the voice of the winterfell soldier made you turn around as he worriedly checked on you. you blushed as you were met with these gorgeous brown eyes as he asked again. “can you walk?”

you dumbly stared upon him, the adrenaline still coursing in your veins as you licked your chapped lips. embarrassed at most parts but grateful he had saved you. he was handsome, you noted, cheeks flushed red, doe eyes laced with worrisome, broad nose and defined jaw, brown curls you could see from the helm he was wearing. a stature of a man who trained everyday, tall and well-built even if he was in armor. a handsome soldier. you realized the minor silence as you stuttered out, glowing knowing you had just found the man who saved you attractive.

“i-i’m alright. just tired of r-running.” you weakly said, still scared what just happened to you. your horse was gone and here you are, blushing at a mere winterfell soldier. “and thank you so much for saving me...?”

“a-ah, koner, m’lady.” he bowed as he smiled at you. your stomach churn with that fluttery feeling. “i was nearby and saw a white mare by the road. is it perhaps yours?”

“thank you, koner.” you smiled using his name and nodded. “and yes, it is. is she…?”

“injured, but i’ve got her. bloody arrow on her leg, i pulled it out and patched her up.” he chuckled awkwardly. you nodded shyly as you tried to take a step forward yet stumbled a bit as your vision went a bit blurry. you shivered as suddenly a big warmth envelop your body, an arm wrapped around your back as you stuttered out an apology for being clumsy. you looked upon koner who was still had a worried expression plastered across his face. how cute.

“i-i apologize. i’m not used to this.” you trembled as koner helped you stay upright. your hands on his plated chest to keep you steady. normally, you never had been this close to a man before, let alone a soldier but something about his gentle grip around you made your heart thump faster than ever but the voice inside your head said otherwise. this is wrong.

“it’s no worries. let me help you.” he whispered, the closeness overwhelming your senses as his hand squeezed the side of your waist, bundle of nerves tickling you there. “can i?”

you stammered. “i— yes. you can, o-oh!”

your eyes widened as you were hoisted up in his arms. both of his strong arms carrying you like a princess. your face went warm, your gloved hands encircled his neck as koner didn’t budge a bit making you feel rather worried if you were too heavy for him.

“you could’ve just help me walk there.” you muttered shyly as he walked the two of you up the trees, back to the other road. koner let out a chuckle as he shook his head. never in his life did he get to a carry a pretty lady in his arms but now, he might have hit jackpot for carrying a pretty noble lady this day. he had been riding nearby, bored out of his wits as to why he gotten too far. the woods were fairly quiet in this part as he had always ridden through here since he was a lad. yet the white mare running out of nowhere made him curious seeing it out of the blue. and the muffled screams of your pleas done it for him. you were lucky, if he weren’t there then things would’ve gotten worser.

and gods, you were beautiful. he recognizes you fairly, he knows you’re from a minor house close ties with house stark, he doesn’t remember much but he surely remembers seeing you and sansa back in the days when you were still little ladies and him, helping his mother in the kitchen while carrying a sack of potatoes. and now, a fluttery feeling arose in his chest seeing you slyly nuzzle yourself in his chest, the warmth he was emitting too comfortable for you not to bask in.

“your knees gave out and you’re struggling to walk with your heavy dress. this is fine, m’lady.” he commented as you glared at him. the shyness still in you as you looked away. koner hid a smile, navigating out from the trees to now an open snowy dirt road wherein your mare was waiting patiently alongside a black horse, his you assumed.

“i think i can walk n-now. thank you again, koner.” you stuttered, the cold still bothering you. he shook his head again, noticing how shyly stubborn you are.

“nonsense. you’ll be riding with me on my steed, m’lady. your horse is injured and i can’t have you navigating on your own.” he declared, setting you down in front of his horse. you couldn’t say anything else other than be grateful he was helping you. you nodded as he helped you up his horse. hands grasping the side of your waists so gentle, you couldn’t help but feel flustered again. you sat perfectly on the saddle, adjusting yourself as you watch him tend to your mare. making sure she’ll follow the both of you.

“you’re a winterfell soldier? are you perhaps riding back to winterfell? ” you asked as he finally seated himself behind you.

“sworn to house stark, m’lady. and yes, i am.” he replied as he leaned forward to grab the reins. you felt fluttery again, his plated chest brushing against your back and the heat of his gentle breath brushing against your ear as he pulled back, making you gulp.

“you have my biggest thanks, koner.” you said with much gratitude.

“just being a good soldier, m’lady.” he chuckled behind you. you could feel him pull the reins as his horse started walking to the direction ahead. you sighed blissfully, feeling worn out and tired. you hadn’t planned running into the fucking woods with bandits chasing you and a handsome soldier coming into your rescue, it’d be one hell of a tale you could tell sansa about. your father on the other hand might scream his head off telling you he was right to give you a carriage ride.

“if i may ask, m’lady. what were you doing in the woods?” koner grunted from behind. you stiffened, shrugging.

“ambushed while riding to winterfell. i hadn’t expected bandits in this side of the road. my two men were dead already and i just ran for it.” you explained, letting out a shaky sigh.

koner blinked. “to winterfell you were heading?”

“i’m just visiting.” you smiled, looking back at him. “i promised your queen to visit her once in a while. i haven’t been there since forever.” you sadly added, koner seemed to grasp your meaning. he nodded, eyes focusing on the road.

“and you?” you boldly asked, eyeing him. “what are you doing here? outside of winterfell?”

“what’s there to know for a mere soldier, m’lady?” he chuckled.

“plenty.” you grinned, your back brushing against his chest. “soldiers have interesting tales to tell and stories to spew. other than battle or wars or such.”

“i’m afraid i lack those qualities.” he countered as you shook your head.

“there’s no harm to tell me who you are, koner.” you assured. “out here, i’m not a lady of my house for once.” you added shyly, it was good to ride alone without the same old conversation you’d hear from your family’s lips. the reminder of duty, the etiquette and all other shit you were raised to do. all complete bullshit.

“you are still a lady to me.” he softly said, looking at you as he gave in. “i got tired of guard duty, wanted to ride outside of the walls for once. and maybe save some pretty lady from bandits.”

pretty. your cheeks warmth as you looked back to the road as you muttered at his tease. “you expected so?”

“my expectations were satisfied to say, m’lady.” he whispered, tone lower than he intended. every step of the horse had you two gently brushing against each other, koner seemed to enjoy the shyness you radiated as he held back a smile.

“please.” you leaned back a bit as you met his eyes again with a fluttery heart, wanting him to use your name than just some title. “y-y/n will do just fine.”

he blinked, looking at your eyes then to your slightly ajar lips. a little pouty and wet, he gulped, staring at them. blood rushed through his veins then down to his trousers as he blushed at the obscure thought. it was such a danger how close you are to him when he can smell the scented fragrant oils you wore were making him dizzy. all innocent, pure, is what he can describe the look on your face and he felt ashamed the way he was thinking about you now.

he yearned yet reality reminded him, what would a lady like you be with a man like him? a young soldier, who grew up in a barn, knowing nothing to please a woman or even court a woman like you. it’s forbidden, he reminded himself as he ignored the thump of his heart and the uneasiness down his trousers.

“then lady y/n it is.” he teased, snapping out of his thoughts as you frowned at him cutely.

“i suppose that’ll work.” you mumbled at him as he let out a small laugh. half of the ride consisted mostly of your conversation with koner. you liked him, the way he just seemingly comforted you. talks that held no restraints, no lies or deceits. it felt oddly good how you seemed to slowly know him, he got comfortable telling he grew up in winterfell for most of his life. his mother was a cook serving under house stark and his father was a soldier as well. he had siblings, all of them still young and he was the oldest, helping his family whatever he can do. and you, spewing some stories about your time with your own family.

“night’s nearing.” he gazed upon the horizon, the snow still falling from the sky. as he huffed out, a smoke clouding his face. you seem to glimpse a warm light nearing, craning your neck to see it clearly.

“that should be an tavern.” you pointed.

“if we continue to winterfell now, i don’t think it’ll be safe to go against a snowstorm.” he says, seeing as the clouds form above. “we’ll settle by the inn?” he nods towards the warming light amidst the snow. the sound of men laughing faint in the distance.

“that’s for the best, we can ride by morning.” you agreed as he directed the horses to there. the wind getting stronger and the coldness of the nearing night making you shiver. you drap your fur cloak tighter against your body, subtle warmth koner was emitting helping a bit as you can hear the loud chorus of men laughing and talking.

“seems like a merry night.” he chuckled as he stopped the horse, getting off as you patiently waited for him to guide your injured mare to one of the inn’s stable boys who gladly took her in. the inn was big, must have been a spot for frequent travelers. koner turned his attention to you, grasping your waist again as he helped you get off the horse.

“easy, love.” he muttered, standing in front of him. you thanked him as he guided you to the tavern’s door. you were met with the inn’s warmth, the heat of the lit fireplace setting a cozy ambiance as several men and women were drinking inside. koner stood beside you as his hand brushed against your back, guiding you two in a vacant seat. you pried off your cloak, setting the fur beside you as koner sat in front, his helmet placed neatly on the table. his set of dark locks were displayed as you glanced at him noticing the way he was observing the busy tavern.

“you two together?” a cheery voice interrupted the silence as you looked up to see a bar maiden.

“ah, yes. any rooms left for the lady?” he asked, gesturing to you.

“got one more room vacant, lad.”

“no other rooms for him?” you raised a brow as koner flushed embarrassed you were going to pay a room for him.

“i’ll be sleeping at the stables—“

“nonsense. let me repay you.” you urged, fishing out the pocket of coins in your cloak. koner was about to protest but you shushed him with a solemn look. “it’s the least i can do.”

“thank you.” koner nodded, his chest fluttered at your kindness as he looked away. feeling flustered as the woman in front of you smiled.

“i’m afraid we’re almost booked full, m’lady. as i said, i got one room vacant left.” the bar maiden offered. “but there’s no harm in sharing, you two are together, right?” your eyes widened slightly as the woman smiled at the two of you. koner seemed awkward knowing what the lady is truly implying.

“we’re not—“ you blushed yet held yourself back. “the room is fine. i-i suppose that’ll do.” you stammered as the bar maiden nodded as you handed her the coin pouch. “and a bath please. for both of us. and whatever stew you have and your finest ale.”

“yes, m’lady.” the woman scurried off, leaving a trail of awkwardness behind as you looked over to koner. you cleared your throat, the loud thump of your heart not stopping as he let out a chuckle.

“have you been here before?” you broke the awkwardness, glancing at the whole tavern. different faces of soldiers, travelers and even a few drunks roamed it.

“a few times.” koner leaned back, getting comfortable. “been here to get drunk.”

“this far from winterfell to get drunk?” you laughed.

“they got the best ale.” he shrugged, smiling. “and the best place to pass out drunk.”

“you men and your drinking.” you shook your head, a smile still on your lips as you removed your gloves. you sighed blissfully, the day getting to you.

koner grinned. “it’s a great way to pass time. to drink and wake up feeling fucked while still young. father’s always getting yelled at for getting drunk so i’m savoring the time i don’t become like him.”

“you don’t have a woman? or anyone?” you asked with faint disbelief and relief at the same time. he was attractive, surely he had someone.

he snorted. “i don’t. and i haven’t found one yet.” he claimed, keeping it vague knowing no one really batted an eye to him. at least that’s what he believes.

“i find that hard to believe.” you confessed as his cheeks turned a faint shade of red.

“really?” he squinted at you, crossing his arms to hear your explanation. he felt smug all of the sudden, he could see it, the subtle glow behind your eyes as you blushed at him. you were so obvious it was cute to witness.

“yes. y-you have the looks and you’re a gentleman, who wouldn’t?” i would. koner’s grin went wider as you looked away from his eyes, he smirked, liking the way you suddenly went back to being shy. he bit his lip, a sudden pride overwhelming him, he wasn’t sure, you were a lady from a noble house. you must be someone’s wife or what.

“and you, m’lady? are you wedded?” he asked as you met his eyes again. you shook your head, the idea of marriage still a thorn to you. you could faintly hear your mother’s nagging words that a woman’s job was to be a wife.

“no. i’m not. thankfully.” you joked as something clicked on koner’s expression. “father always wanted me to be wedded quickly. he said i have to find the right one. or they would.”

“and you haven’t been with any man?” he boldly asked, looking from your eyes to your lips. a sudden heat he felt as you sat still staring at him. usually, he knew ladies unwedded like you were prohibited to bed a man or anyone, unless you are married and to be only consummated at your wedding night. but you looked the type to listen to that idiotic rule. he mindlessly thought about it, just soft and innocent, those lips he guessed weren’t kissed just yet. roaming questions circled his mind, all thinking if you even ever had been with someone.

“yes.” you whispered softly, suddenly feeling on edge at the lack of experience you have. “is that bad?”

well, fuck. “not at all, m’lady. it’s good to be finding the right one like your father said.” he gulped a large lump in his throat. pupils dilated, you were struck with silence as you breathed out, fiddling the exterior of your dress underneath the table as you nodded.

“but do you?”

koner’s eyes trailed to yours, confused a bit at your question. “do i what?”

“do you b-believe i’ll find the right one now?” you held your gaze.

“in a tavern filled with drunkards and filthy men?” he laughed. “you should be finding ‘em in some posh place. like a fucking feast or ball.”

“i think not all in this tavern are drunkards i’d be searching for, koner.” you giggled, looking around to see he was correct. he sat quiet, his mind gearing as he processed your words as a stutter escaped his lips, the tips of his ears red. it couldn’t be—

“m’lady, the room’s ready. i’ve brought up a hot bath and gave you two our finest ale and stew.” the same lady came back with a grin. you thanked her, standing up from your seat as you turned to koner who put on a small smile for the woman yet shyly looked to you.

“i’ll stay here for a while.” koner smiled as you nodded yet felt a little disappointed he wasn’t coming with you up the room. with one final look, you were guided by the bar maiden as koner watched afar to see your figure go up the stairs. he sighed to himself, he felt giddy all of the sudden. like a young boy again with a massive crush and a raging erection hidden underneath his trousers. you were too soft, and so oblivious what you were doing, the way your eyes turned doe at the moment, an ambrosia he could not explain. a dangerous one.

shit. he needed ale. or something stronger, just to clear his head out. standing up, he stalks over to the bar, fishing a coin out as the bartender nodded at him.

“one pint.” he muttered, placing the coin in front of the old man.

“your woman, lad?” the man asked, placing the ale in front him, gesturing about you as koner took a sip as he shrugged.

“nah. just saved her from bandits.” he replied, the sweet ale covering his taste buds, still the thought of you running in his mind.

the man scoffed. “well, fuck me. you sure ‘s not your woman? or are my shitty eyes deceiving me?”

“what the fuck do you mean?” koner grunted, leaning against the bar as the old man smirked at him.

“all i’m saying, boy, is that if it ain’t your woman yet then you best be quick to swoo her, ey? took years behind the bar to not see it and not every soldier gets to fuck a lady.”

“she’s not just some fucking whore, old man.” koner glared at him as the bartender laughed.

“whatever you say. but those eyes of hers tells me otherwise.” the man shook his head. cleaning the space in front of him with a cloth. koner gulped his ale, an uneasiness from the man’s words, realizing he was contemplating. no. he couldn’t and he shouldn’t, you’re a lady he saved and by the seven gods, you barely knew him. and he barely knew you. you were just this pretty girl, too pretty for him. but that made it all so exciting for him. he knows, he surely knows there was something else between the two of you.

fuck it. he thinks, the last drops of ale he gulped as he slammed the wooden pint down with a thud. a tingly sensation surged through his veins, the strain in his pants overwhelming as a boost courage bloomed in his chest. he wiped his lips, glancing up to the stairs as he finally made the decision to follow you up. hoping this wouldn’t go bad.

“there you are, lad!” the same bar maiden met him by the top of the stairs. she was holding a bucket as she patted his shoulder with much glee. “room’s ready, it’s down the hallway! i say, your lady isn’t looking good right now. probably tired. best check up on her though.”

“is she ill?” koner questioned, suddenly worried. the bar maiden shrugged, cheekily passing by him as koner was left to wonder worriedly about you as he stalked over to the room.

•••

you leaned your head back on the wooden tub. the warm water kissed your tired skin as you sighed blissfully. the room was fairly big enough, the bed was fine and clean. you liked it, it felt more cozier than ever as the night settled in, the dim lights of the candles illuminating the dark room making it all warm. the floral notes hit your nose as you breathed in slowly. the bath wasn’t necessarily clearing your frantic mind, though it helped you relax a bit as you felt your body feel all tingly again at the thought of koner.

he’s a stranger. you repeated in your mind, knowing well the beat of your heart was saying otherwise. and the sensation below another embarrassing thing you felt. practically you were gawking at him every chance you get. you pursed your lip, a nagging feeling you felt as you couldn’t help yourself yearn for him. you’ve heard some stories from maids or even noble ladies about their nights with men. scandalous to say but your curiosity was at the best. was he like them?

you blushed furiously, it felt like your head was about to explode at the heat of your cheeks accompanied with the warm water. i’m just tired, you mercifully thought to yourself, yet your thighs rubbed together unconsciously, expecting, waiting for him to come up this instant. you know those subtle looks, witnessing the time sansa had been looking at joffrey back then. you were no stranger to it, you just didn’t have the courage now to act upon it without feeling guilty. you grumbled, annoyed, the itch fluttering in your stomach a irk you cannot stop. dammit. the sudden creak of the door gathering your attention quickly as your eyes widen before you could ask who it is.

“the lady told me you weren’t feeling well, oh—“ koner paused his steps getting in the room. he was met with another one of his foolery to not knock first, the redness in his cheeks glowed, not just from the alcohol as he stared at your bewildered expression. you, still in the tub, naked, he stammered as he felt himself feel a bit dizzy. either from the ale or his running emotions. maybe both.

you tried to cover yourself as he looked away. you suddenly wanted to laugh seeing him all so shy as you called him out. “koner. i-i’m alright?” you let out a breathy laugh.

“i-i apologize, m’lady. i should head back out—“

“n-no!” you stopped him, turning your body to face him, hiding slyly behind the tub. “i’m done with my bath, j-just wait for me on the bed. this room is yours as is mine, make yourself comfortable.” you reminded him.

“i— of course. thank you.” he nodded, still looking away from you as he set his helm on the table and sat awkwardly on the bed. you stood up, water splashing down. your body dripped wet as you carefully walked towards where the white dress gown was, a courtesy from the woman earlier telling you sleeping in your silken dress was uncomfortable to be in. koner nervously pried his gloves off and the rest of his sturdy armor. his black cloak was folded perfectly as he didn’t want to turn around yet knowing well he caught a glimpse of you naked. it made his brain chummy, the tension in his trousers a mad mess as he looked down to see a tent forming.

“i-i’m done. you can look.” oh, gods. he wanted to punch himself for reeling in at the softness of your tone. you were oblivious to see his fiddles as he stood up from the bed. you were met with the sight of him in his trousers and a cotton tunic on. your eyes greedily took in the exposed pale skin of his neck and collarbone, his arms flexed a bit as your mouth felt dry as you composed yourself. you smiled at him as he smiled back.

“the stew and ale is on the table. help yourself.” you added as he stood before you, the shyness suddenly creeping in again. “a-and i can call the nice lady for your bath, if you’d like—“

“i appreciate it, m’lady. you’ve done enough.” he sincerely said, holding himself back to kiss you right here and now.

you smiled sweetly, still not glancing up to his eyes. “it’s no problem. i owe you for saving my life.” you declared. “a-and like i said, my name will do just fine, koner.”

koner didn’t seem to listen as he was too captivated by your beauty. you looked good, too good in that nightgown. and you smelled divine, like flowers in the summer. the heavy scent flooding his nostrils, making him breathe slowly, trying to compose himself, wanting still to be a gentleman. you suddenly felt nervous, you looked upon him, he was quiet, yet the look on his face darken as you wanted his attention.

•••

“k-koner?”

“you’re very pretty.” he breathed out, finally the courage in him arising. confused if it was the alcohol in his system or that he’s just idiotically set on to woo you, a noble lady he saved from the woods. you were stunned, the sudden compliment making you shy away. the thump of your heart racing again. “i mean it.”

“y-you’ve said that countless times, koner.”

“and i won’t stop saying it.” he proclaimed, eyes shifting to your lips again. “you’re beautiful. too beautiful in this dress—”

“stop it.” your cheeks heated as you wanted to hide your face. “s-stop it with that.”

“have i upset you?” koner suddenly asked, stepping forward. the distance between you two minimal, like a few moments ago, on horseback. your back brushing against his chest.

“n-no, it’s not that.” you gazed upon him, feeling your stomach do flips again. “there’s so much you’re doing, i can’t help but f-feel…”

“feel?” koner urged, waiting impatiently as he stared down on your lips. desperate he is as you are as well. the fan of his breath tickled your nose, was this it? this moment all women were gossiping for, that heat in their core, that sudden addicting yearn you swore you never would feel. but here he was, standing in front of you, waiting respectfully as you couldn’t say it making him feel like he was too pushy now. remembering his place as a soldier.

“i-i apologize.” koner muttered, feeling rejected, no other response was made but you panicked, grabbing him the collar of his tunic to pull him in to lock your lips. the only thing you could do than spew words how much you want him.

koner froze, soft lips envelop his. the same lips he’d been pinning on, he could almost laugh at himself yet he reciprocated it with fervor he’d been holding in. you were adorable, moaning softly on his mouth, inexperienced what to do other than enjoy it. you grasp his tunic, eyes shut closed as his hands grasped your waist. circling half moons, teasing you as you gasped, he smirked, sliding his tongue in your mouth. messy, wet, warm in the inside, you feel so dizzy you were whining in his mouth as koner felt cocky you were writhing in his touch.

“you aren’t good at hiding your emotions, m’lady.” he mumbled against your lips, smirking. you pouted, making him laugh. “all that staring, and you think i wouldn’t know?”

“s-says the man who’s been hiding what’s underneath his trousers.” you countered, making you grin as his eyes widened. he pressed himself against you, you could feel him, clothed clock grinding itself on your stomach. he groaned, the friction a relief as he kissed you again, guiding your body to the bed as he towered before you.

his lips trailed down to your jaw, nipping each skin his lips could brush against as he peppered kisses on your neck. you exhaled, tangling your hands in the small ruffles of his curly hair, your thighs rubbed against each other, the known stickiness you felt dampening. this felt right, it felt good, so this is what the maids felt? you didn’t know but you knew the main part was man’s cock, you bit your lip, you already felt him. and he felt big.

“can i take this off?” he muttered against your neck, one hand grasping your dress and the other holding himself up above you. you bit your lip, his fingers teasing the ruffle of the nightgown as you nodded. in one swift movement, your dress was pulled down to your feet as he sat back to toss it on the floor. the cool air hit your skin, making you shiver, still a bit damp from your bath. you felt rather shy as you watch him gawk, muttering curses to himself as you giggled.

gods, he was about to burst seeing you bare and free before him. he crawled back to you, continuing his trail of kisses until one of your breasts were on his lips as he sucked the erect nipple making you squeal as he smirked. “such a beauty.”

he nipped, sucked, fondled the other one with his large hand. you let out a tiny moan, watching him suck on your breasts, he turned to the other one, eyeing you as he sucked again. harsher this time as you keened at it. liking the way his tongue lapped against your areola, this new sensation a wonder for you. koner loved it, love the way your tits felt, so plump and soft in his hold. but as much as he liked it, he trailed down, kissing the belly of your stomach as he shifted himself to be seated again. liking the way you were already trying to relieve tension between your legs.

“it feels f-funny down there.” you whined, your thighs clamped together, he could see your pussy on display as he licked his lips.

“what feels funny, my love?” he asked, hands grasping your thighs to pry you open. my love. your heart flutters uncontrollably, you whimpered, your hand gliding down to point at your weeping cunt.

“i-i don’t know what to do with this, koner. please…” you begged, the heat of your cunt overwhelming since the moment you met him. you really didn’t know what to do or how to relieve it.

“shh.” he shushed you as he gently parted your legs open. “i-i’ll help you. i’ll make it feel better and you’ll feel so good when i’m done with you.” he promised, you nodded frantically, relaxing a bit as you bended your knees. koner smirked, diving down to take a closer look at your unsoiled virgin cunt.

“such a pretty cunt, ey?” he whispered, kissing your thigh as you whimpered his name again.

“all for me.” he growled, the scent of your wetness making him hungry. he lapped right away, he wasn’t sure if he was doing this right but he just went with the flow, following his mind on what to do. he suckled on your bean, earning a grind on his face as he immediately suckled again as you gasped. grasping his hair tight as koner continued to brutally suck your clit.

“k-koner!” you moaned out as he turned his tongue to your opening. wetness dripping as he lapped it. licking up as he tongue-fucked you, the taste of your virgin pussy sweet and tart, so addicting, wanting more than to spend time eating your cunt out if he had the chance. he was welcomed with the plush of your thighs clamping on his face, muffling your whimpers and moans. felt like he was sent to the skies, back to the gods, died peacefully with pussy in his mouth.

“ ‘s too much!” you gasped out as he ignored you, sucking harshly, licking ferociously as his nose nudged your clit. you felt a knot forming deep within your core, like something tight was about to explode. you felt confused, scared even to this new feeling as you desperately tried to tell koner you felt like something was coming out of you. though it felt good, so good that your hips mindlessly grind against his handsome face.

“by the gods—“ you mewled, chasing that high as your orgasm struck you hard. koner lapped it up, feeling your core tighten as smothered his lips on your dripping cunt. your essence dripping down his chin. you fell limp, legs trembling a bit, koner manage to get his face off your cunt as he licked his lips. suddenly more tipsy than ever. the best he had ever tasted than the sweet ale he had drunk. heaven on his lips. he didn’t deserve this. you hazily looked up, seeing his mouth wet with your juices, a feral look on his face that had your heart jump out of your chest.

“feel better, my love?” he asked, panting slightly, wiping his mouth as you nodded gratefully. you beckoned him, wanting him to be near you, touching you again.

“take off your t-tunic, please.” you pleaded as he nodded, shrugging off the garment to the side. you admired him, heat coiling again in your core, taking in the sight of him shirtless. pale skin, lean stomach, a couple of battle scars there but still utterly beautiful to see. he was fit, his arms were a bit bulky, v-line sharp and oh, his cock was screaming to get out of his wool trousers.

“w-what about you?” you whispered as you glanced down to the bulge. he shuddered suddenly, embarrassed as he hovered above you to peck your lips. nose brushing against yours, smile evident as you were too.

“i’m alright.” he kissed the apple of your cheek. you smiled at him yet shook your head, still a bit in a stupor, you captured his lips again, this time a bit confident as you wrapped your legs around his tiny waist. you wanted him, all of him, this instant. you had enough of imagining, even if you just met him a while ago. shame was out of your head as your hands glided down his chest, to the hem of his wool trousers, ready to pull it down. yet koner gasped as your tiny hands tried to push it down making him flush furiously. his cock still hard.

“m-m’lady, are you sure?” he stared in your eyes, brown eyes dilated as he had to make sure if you wanted this. once you bed him, it’ll be over if you were to be wedded, you were young, a young noble lady that was still pure in your family’s eyes. now only to be spoiled by some foot soldier. he was panicking, worried for you and this moment that would damage your own being. you had to think carefully. even though it’ll hurt him a bit. but he wanted you so badly.

“koner.” you stared at him dumbly, seeing his worried expression. suddenly the racing thoughts of your own duty in your mind, your family. you were giving away one important asset, your own virginity, but…

damn them all.

“n-no. i want this. i want y-you. and i am certain i want you.” you strongly declared, koner’s expression seem to soften at your words. you want him? by the gods, him? he let out a airy chuckle, the room suddenly too warm as he kissed you again, this time slow and passionate as he wanted this to be special.

“what did i do to have you, m’lady?” he murmured, hands touching your soft skin again. you hummed, smiling against his lips, he was so cute.

“for one, saving me from bandits.” you giggled as he rolled his eyes, pressing his hips now on your bare cunt. his clothed erection grinding carefully, you let out a tiny moan as you felt him. desperate to feel him inside. koner was a patient man, yet this time patience wasn’t in him as he pulled himself off for a moment to fumble with trousers.

“aye.” he agreed as he smirked. “a pretty damsel in distress, ey?”

“and saved by a handsome soldier, yes, i’d say this is one good tale to t-tell.” you grinned as he tossed away the piece of fabric, revealing himself. your eyes trained down to his bare cock. you blushed, studying it, the tip was flushed red as it stood proud and large before you. was this your doing? you blushed again, knowing nothing how to please that.

“c’mere, m’lady.” he beckoned as you pouted at him at the title.

“p-please, just my name.” you pleaded, making eyes at him. he growled, grabbing your legs as you squealed at his manhandling. your legs were open again as he positioned himself between them. you let out a exhale, feeling the tip of his fat cock brush against your wet clit making you shiver with the thought of it inside of you. the act felt intimate somehow, how close he is to you, hovering above you with sweat beading his forehead. a look on his face with lust and adoration mixed in.

“y/n.” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours, breaths mingling, hearts thumping at the same time, the candles burning amidst the vehement stare both of you would not want to look away from each other’s eyes. your name was stars above the night sky in his voice, you felt yourself melting beneath him, each syllable he had pronounce like a sweet tune you listened that made you want to hear it again and again. maybe even forever.

“i-i want you.” you repeated as you cupped his rosy cheeks, wanting him to stick that in his mind if he ever backs down again. koner felt the familiar fluttery feeling again as he kissed your palm, understanding your words clearly as he aligned himself now.

“slow and steady. it’ll h-hurt for a bit, that’s what i hear them say, bit scary. we can stop if it’s too much, just say the word.” he carefully reminded you.

“all the w-way in?” you gaped as he bashfully nodded pecking your lips, the idea of something inside you so unusual. yet all of that nerve-wracking thoughts were dispelled as he coated the tip of his cock with your slick. you mewled, liking it as he grasped himself fully to push himself inside of you.

“y-y/n. gods, you feel so good.” he groaned, your walls clamped around the head of his leaking dick, he stilled himself, feeling like he was about to burst but he shouldn’t. putting a babe inside of you was a very dangerous thing, though it made his cock harder of the thought of you round and plump with his seed. all pretty, his little pretty wife.

“feels weird.” you whispered as you looked down to where you two were joined as he slowly pushed himself in further. the burn of the stretch was there, you hissed, your walls clenching as he rubbed circles on your waist to help you ease it. so far, it felt snug but a good snug when you felt him twitch. koner let out a strangled moan as he finally sheathed himself in, bottoming in as he shifted his weight on his knees. pulling your legs up to his waist as you were panting at the sudden wave of pleasure from his movements.

he still held in his gaze in your eyes as you held it as well, never breaking. a few moments of breathing and skin flushing with heat had you nodding your head for him to finally move. he kissed you again, sloppily desperate as he rocked his hips making you wrap your arms around his back. you held on as he started grinding in, his cock rubbing your wet cavern as you moaned at it. nudging that spot that made you whimper.

“fucking tight. so tight, y/n.” he praised, your lips too swollen as he nipped the bottom. you keened grinding your hips up for more, too greedy. “ ‘s like you were made for my cock. taking me all in— shit!”

he let out a breathy laugh as he started to thrust firmly. the snap of his hips hard, his balls slapping against your cunt, making this lewd wet sound as his stomach rubbed your swollen clit. you savored it, your name being moaned out as you whined at his cock hitting that spot again. hot flashes of pleasure so good, you didn’t want this to stop.

“is all in there, ey.” one of his large hand splayed over your stomach. knowing his fat cock was plowing in you, feeling a little cocky as you clamped around him again, making him pound a bit harder. “love your little cunt, my love.”

“k-koner!” you gasped as he fucked your pussy faster, the pleasure was too overwhelming as you felt tears stain your eyes at the delicious friction he was giving you. he kissed your skin, nipped and sucked until marks show upon your neck and the flesh of your breasts. claiming you as his, his alone, the one who spoiled you, not giving two shits as well about your family.

he grunted, you mewled, kissing him desperately as you felt the familiar sensation in your stomach, where his cock was hitting you. you lifted your hips as koner felt your walls tighten harsher, gripping his cock as he thrusted in faster than ever. obscene skin slapping filled the room accompanied with your moans of his name and his groans. he twitched, wanting to cum now in your hot womb.

“gonna fill you up nice and tight. g-gonna give you my fucking seed in that virgin cunt of yours.” he dirtily promised as you nodded frantically at the idea of his essence inside you. “i’ll make you mine, ey? gonna knock you up— fucking hells.”

“yes, yes, y-yes. please! want your baby—“ you pleaded kissing his neck. he moaned out, driving himself in and out, pounding in again and again as you tightened, that sweet orgasm striking you hard.

“k-koner— oh!” your eyes rolled back, your hips started as he harshly stilled you with his hands on your waist, fingers digging in your skin as he fucked himself out with your cunt tightening around his cock. he groaned, the sensation of you cumming on his cock the best feeling he has ever felt as you he sheathed himself fully, spurts of his cum painting your walls white.

“fuck me…” he uttered out, stars in his vision as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he slumped against your body. gods, was that the best orgasm he had ever experienced. you panted, caressing his back gently as he too was still breathing heavily. like he had just run a mile.

you felt hot inside, his cock was still snug inside of your pussy and his seed felt sticky as it leaked out of your hole a bit. yet, this post-orgasmic sensation was by far the best, felt dreamy and almost relaxing. you felt him slowly regain himself as he adjusted to be hovering above you again. his eyes were blown-out black, lips pouty and red, cheeks rosy and his curls stuck on his forehead. you smiled at him sweetly, brushing the curls off his sweaty forehead as he kissed you briefly. though a mischievous glint in his eyes said otherwise as he pulled back, smirking.

“we’re not done.” he muttered, you clenched again around him as he groaned out. chuckling darkly as you felt his cock start to harden again. you nodded, pecking his lips with a small smile. wanting more to feel his sticky cum fill you up again as you bravely challenged him.

“again, k-koner.”

•••

“a-ah!” you gripped the sheets, face turned to the side as your ass was up in the air, being pounded furiously by the same sweet man behind you. you moaned again, feeling so stuffed with his seed, still he was fucking you again and again.

“gonna cum, y/n.” he grunted, balls slapping against your cunt as his cum drip down your thighs as he eyed it greedily. gripping your ass tight as you tiredly let him fuck you, this position a lot pleasurable as you can feel all of him.

“fill me up, please.” you begged, your cheeks hot and heavy as you braced yourself at his rutting, the feeling so good.

“o-one more, my love. give me one more.” he whispered against your ear as he pressed his chest against your back, kissing your neck as his hand started to rub your clit. you whined, he thrusted again and again as you moaned out his name. hips stuttering, walls clenching, him filling you up with his cum as he groaned out, slumping forward. sweat beaded both of your bodies as he laid down beside you, pulling you to his sweaty chest as your cunt gushed out his milky cum. so perfect.

a comforting silence transpired as you listened to the beat of his heart. koner rubbed your lower back, fingers gliding on your sweaty skin making you shudder. you turned your head up to meet his eyes, seeing him so blissed out and rosy. you grinned, knowing how many times you also made him cum. koner sensed your stare as he looked down, smirking as he pecked your lips and squeezed your bare ass.

“that was w-wonderful.” you manage to blurt out, caressing his chest. shy again even though he had just fucked you so many times and naked in his arms.

“indeed.” he nodded. “they were right though…”

“hm?” you hummed seeing as he let out a airy chuckle.

“my lads told me how fucking was a life-changer. can’t believe i first fucked a beauty like you. a lady.” he shook his head, still in disbelief he had you in his arms. you raised a brow, suddenly blushing as you got the grasp of his words.

“you haven’t as well?” you asked, eyes lighting up as koner nodded.

“you are my first.” he whispered, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet promising kiss. “and i am to you as well.”

“really?” you laughed.

“it is the truth, my love.” he declared, pulling you closer in his arms as the candles started to flicker off.

“then i am h-honored, koner.” you smiled, feeling giddy as your heart thumped loudly again making you snuggle up against him. “i really like you…” you confessed, feeling a bit drowsy as your eyes started to droop into sleep.

“and i you.” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. he covered your bare bodies with the fur blanket, basking in the wonderful aftermath. he scoffed at himself as you thought about the first time he had met you a while ago, all some coincidence or maybe even fate decided you two were to be bounded together. he glanced sleepily to your warm body, smiling to himself as he felt the sleepiness take him. you two snuggled up against the soft sheets and furs,

in a cold winter night.

and finished, THERE’S STILL PART TWO PPL HEHE 😜

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babybluebex · 2 years ago

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koner nation, are y’all still here??

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lyricswrittenbythesecretdreamer · 2 years ago

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A Winter’s Tale

After a trying conversation with his partner guard about a beautiful new Lady’s maid, Koner meets the girl and immediately bonds with her over their shared love of dragons.

CW - Female reader, no specific appearance given other than her “beautiful eyes” and the fact that she wears her hair in ‘braids’. Some misogynistic language directed at reader (the words ‘slut’ and ‘whore’) but not by Koner.

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***

Even through his armour, and his North-forged skin, Koner still felt the winter chill in his bones.

It was bleak mid-winter, and he stood guard at the South Gate, waiting for Henk to come and join him from his break. There was a jovial spirit amongst the people of the North - Lady Stark stood at the helm of Winterfell as the Queen in the North while her brother - no, her cousin - lived in Kings Landing as the King Consort of the Dragon Queen.

Koner had never seen a dragon until the battle at the Wall, where he had watched the Stormborn Targaryan take out thousands of wights with one roar from one of her children. He had fallen quite in love with the sight of them, and was sorry to see them leave the North, their dragon-fire lighting up the torches in the turrets as they soared out of Winterfell, carrying the Queen and her new husband on their backs.

His daydreams about the trio of fire-breathing beasts were shaken out of him by the arrival of Henk, who seemed more pleased with himself than usual.

“Guess who I just met.” A challenge, then. It wasn’t unusual for Henk to come back from his break boasting about some higher-up he’d met, once he’d even told Koner he’d met the Lady’s Hound, making a joke about the man not so much clinging to the Queen in the North’s skirts so much as being up them, before another guard gloved him on the back of the head, telling him to not speak of Lady Sansa as such.

And so, Koner did not answer. He didn’t want to give Henk the pleasure.

“Well, if you won’t ask then I’ll tell you.” Here we go. What would it be this time? Maybe he’d actually boast about seeing one of the Starks in person, but then he supposed that Henk would have the foresight to know that Koner would call him out on that sort of lie. “I just met Lady Stark’s newest ladies maid as she was comin’ back from the kitchens.”

Koner raised an eyebrow at this, which Henk took as his allowance to continue with the story.

“She was one of the most prettiest girls I’ve seen in my whole life! The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. And that's not even the best part!” He wiggled his eyebrows at Koner suggestively. “Don’t you want to hear the best part, eh?” Deep down, Koner knew that he would never shut up until he had finished his story, but he still couldn’t bring himself to answer. The biting cold, alongside Henk’s bragging was starting to give him a headache. “Well, the best part is that she’s one of the those the Dragon Queen left for Lady Stark, which means that she’s got to be one of those Yunkai whores she thought she’d freed!”

“But I thought the Targaryan Queen did free the city of Yunkai?” Koner said dumbly, speaking for the first time since Henk had left to go on his break, which caused a bellowing laugh to come from the other man.

“Ah, my naive young partner,” Henk replied in a condescending manner, “You can never truly free a whore. Especially not once from Yunkai - you do know they’re trained to fuck from the moment they learn to walk?”

Remind me never to leave any bairns with Henk, thought Koner, a disgusted chill colder than the north wind making its way down his spine.

“What, you’re saying that whores like whoring?” He snickered, but Henk just laughed again.

“You ever been to a whorehouse, son?” He asked, and Koner shook his head.

“My mother would-” He started, but Henk almost immediately interrupted him.

“Oh, fuck that mother of yours, son. She’s not your wife, she should let you go to a whorehouse. One of the sluts there might be able to get that massive stick from up your arse!”

“My mother just doesn’t want me to be riddled with the clap, is all.” Muttered Koner.

At his comment, Henk began to chastise him about his views on brothels, a scolding that Koner very quickly zoned out of. He thought of the dragons, and the large fireplace in the servants hall that he liked to sit and read beside. Although he couldn’t read very well, the books he liked had nice pictures of dragons he liked to look at. With the huge fire roaring beside him, he almost felt like he was next to one of the huge beasts in reality.

“...so that’s why I can bet you if you gave that woman enough money, she’d spread her legs faster than Jon Snow left Winterfell when he got a taste of dragon-cunt.”

“What?” Koner fell back into the conversation at the mention of dragons. “I mean, you shouldn’t talk about the Queen that way, or the King Consort.” Feeling like he risked sounding too simpering, he added: “You never know who might be listening.”

“Ah, true. But what I said about the Yunkai whore remains true.” He grinned maliciously at Koner, who shrugged in on himself, uncomfortable.

“Maybe, maybe not. Who knows if she was even a whore? Maybe she was-”

“She came from Yunkai, she’s definitely a whore.”

There was no arguing with Henk when it came to topics like this. Once, he’d sworn that he’d seen a noblewoman bathing in the hot springs and had taken her maidenhood then and there, which was something absolutely no one believed. The only sex Henk had was with whores, whose virgin innocence was long-gone.

“Whatever you say, Henk.” And so, the two stood in silence until two other soldiers came to take their place at the Southern Gate, and they could return to the warmth of the servants hall.

***

Like he had dreamed of earlier, Koner found himself eating his broth and bread, and reading his book as close to the fire as he possibly could, to get maximum dragon ambience. The book had been given to him by one of the Queen’s soldiers, who he had grown close to while they had been stationed at Winterfell and who shared his adoration for the creatures, even going as far as teaching him how to read some of the letters so he could make sense of some of the descriptions, but he still got a headache in between mixing up his Ds and Bs.

None of the other servants or guards had ever taken an interest, only to laugh at the thought of some low-born bastard trying to read about dragons. Not until that night.

“Is that a dragon on the page of your book?” He looked up to see a vision in a simple green wool dress, with braids that fell down past her shoulders and to her waist, where a bronze belt with a strange insignia held up a leather pouch.

“Uh - yeah.”

“May I see?” She asked, but Koner could only nod, cursing himself for being so tongue-tied in the face of such a beauty. He held up the book to her, as one might hold up a sword to a much-deserving knight. She took the book from him, and as she did her soft hands brushed against his calloused ones, causing a tingle in his fingers that travelled all the way down to his cock. If this was how he reacted to barely touching a woman, he should probably take Henk’s advice lest he pop a boner whilst getting knighted by Lady Stark.

(That was one of the quiet dreams he had, one that he had never told another soul about lest he be made a mockery of.)

“This is a book from the Queen’s library in Mereen - how did you get it?” It wasn’t an accusation - she didn’t even ask him in an accusatory tone, but the way she looked into his eyes made him feel as if he needed to apologise to her, as if she was the person he had stolen it from.

“Uh, one of the Dragon Queen’s soldiers gave it to me.” She raised a well-plucked eyebrow at him, and he suddenly had the feeling he was talking to someone much above his station. “He didn’t tell me he’d stolen it, I had no idea-” He began to apologise, but found himself interrupted by the woman’s laughter.

“I didn’t think it was stolen, Sir. I just didn’t expect a Stark soldier to have such an interest in a beast from so far beyond his lands.” At her words, he began to protest, but she laughed again, silencing him. “But if you are, perhaps you would like to hear my stories about the dragons I saw on a daily basis back when I lived alongside Queen Danerys?”

Koner’s mouth dropped open, and he shut it quickly, hearing in his head his mother’s warnings of him looking like a dead salmon when he did so.

“Ah, I see your incredibly subtle partner has made my presence known to you before I got the chance.” She got a sad look in her beautiful eyes, which he immediately felt the need to take away.

“Uh - sorry - my partner?” Was this the lass Henk had been blabbering on about? Well, he was certainly correct when he had spoken about her eyes. Koner had never had the chance to bathe in the hot springs - his mother liked to keep his bath water cold as the snow surrounding their cabin, so he could grow up to be a strong, North-hardened soldier for the Starks. He liked to imagine that stepping into a hot spring would be akin to gazing into this woman’s eyes for longer than ten seconds at a time. He was stuck, and couldn’t form words for the fear of having to leave her gaze to think of them.

“Yes, your partner. That soldier that guards the South Gate with you. He met me on the way back from the laundry as I was carrying Lady Sansa’s bedlinens.” Her face was somewhat hopeful, perhaps hopeful that Henk had not told him what he had, but resigned in a way that she knew that he had done so.

“What, Henk?” At his name, her face twitched into more of a frown than it had before. Fuck.

“Yes, that one. He has a rather large beard, I noticed.” She sounded self-conscious now, rather than the spirited person he had met to begin with. Henk needs a fucking battering for this.

“Yes, I’ve told him he could grow a nest of birds in that fucking thing.” He offers a smile, and she reciprocates it, if not slightly weaker. But she was smiling, at least. “I can’t actually remember what he said to me after that - I don’t tend to listen to much that cunt talks about - it’s usually bullshit.”

She tilted her head at his words, causing her braids to shift and reveal a sliver of her neck, the sight of it sending thoughts of what his mouth might do to it running through his head, down his spine and to his cock, which twitched again. Fuck, he really needed to visit a whorehouse if this was what happened when he talked to pretty girls.

“You don’t get bored?”

“Not when I have dragons to think of.” He smiled in reassurance at her, and a weight seemed to lift from her shoulders. She sat down in the seat opposite him, and handed him back his book.

“Hmmm, what story could I tell you?” She pondered, and he sat forward on his haunches to listen.

“Tell me about the first time you saw them!” He begged, and so she began.

“Well, I had just been freed. When the Stormborn arrived, I was locked away so my master wouldn’t have to give me up - he thought he, a well-known, powerful slave owner would get away with hiding slaves.”

She stopped, to check if he was still listening, but Koner only nodded for her to carry on.

“He did not - the Dragon Queen saved me and the others from his clutches and that’s when I first saw them - they were walking behind her, almost like hounds do their master. Except instead of having fur, they had scales and huge wings and fangs.

“I was terrified, of course, but my interest betrayed my fear, and I asked if I could touch them. My interest humoured her, and she took me to Mereen with her, and then to King’s Landing, and then she brought me here, to Winterfell.

“She saw how much I enjoyed the snow - where I grew up it’s so hot and there is sand as far as the eye can see. I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, and rough, and irritating and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here, the snow is soft and smooth and cold.”

At this, Koner laughed.

“You won’t be saying that when you get frostbite for the first time.”

She shrugged, her lips forming a beautiful pout that Koner desperately wanted to kiss from her face.

“Perhaps. But until then, Winterfell is the most beautiful place I have ever been. Even without dragons. So she let me stay, under the guise of gifting the Queen in the North another Lady’s Maid.” She smiled at him again, a wide smile that nearly knocked him into the fire with how much it made his chest hurt to look at.

“She seems like a very kind lady.”

“She is, Sir.”

“Did you ever get to touch the dragon, then?” He asked, excited again, but she simply laughed at him, and Koner looked up at her with his brown eyes in wonder.

“That is a story for another time, good soldier. I have work to do - I must tend to Lady Stark.” She stood up to go, but before she could, he shot up and grabbed her elbow.

“What is your name, my lady? So I know the name of the woman who told me such a fearsome tale.”

She told him, and he had to repeat it. He had to feel the taste of her name on his tongue, as if it was an expensive sweet he’d been given that he was afraid would be knocked from his mouth cruelly.

“And yours, Sir?”

“Koner, Ma’am. And I am no Ser, just a poor soldier who loves dragons.” He grinned at her, and she gave him another wide smile back, knocking him in the chest again.

“Until we meet again, Koner, the poor soldier.”

***

On his next watch with Henk, he found himself being interrogated by the man who had somehow found out about his conversation with the fair maiden.

“So, did she invite you back to her chambers for a good fucking? Is she truly a Yunkai whore like they say?”

Koner spat on the ground.

“No, she’s a nice girl who told me about the dragons she used to travel with.” He fixed Henk with a glare, which had the older man shrink back. “Don’t go besmirching the poor lass’ name again. She’s not a whore, she’s a good woman.” He would not be telling Henk that his cock felt differently.

Henk only laughed at this, only with less surety than before.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you were in love with her, Koner.”

Perhaps he was, but that didn’t matter. Men like Koner never ended up married to women like her. No - she’d be married off to some steward and bear beautiful children, and Koner would have to be happy with his left hand, and the stories of the dragons that she left behind with him.

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pollenallergie · 1 year ago

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“do it again?” (ft. @mantorokk-writes) (18+)

koner the fruit fucker (ft. @mantorokk-writes) (18+)

koner x sex worker!reader one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine (ft. @mantorokk-writes [1,7,8] & @babybluebex [5]) (18+)

random koner headcanon

sorry! there’s nothing here yet. 🥺

updated: 03 December 2023

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fhrlclln · 2 years ago

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Hello lovely!🌹 I have a Koner request🤭.

Koner's wife brings up having babies, and Koner absolutely loves the idea of having little mini versions of him and his wife running around the house.💖👶💍

(Also if it's ok...could this tie to your Winter Night's miniseries?💖)

ahh hello !! this is absolutely cute for koner. it can be a part of winter nights hehe. who wouldn’t want to have his babies? 😫

here’s winter nights if y’all haven’t read it yet!!

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the prospect of having a family was close tied with you. having now a husband yourself was the key ingredient to your little desire. of course, back then you despised the idea of getting married then having to be literal broodmare for a random lord. but here you are, free from duty, married to the man you love. free to chose— well mostly free to choose in your own home. koner beside you, still sleeping as he hasn’t woke up. the little house you two lived in, somewhere quiet and safe, just a little far from winterfell.

you hummed as the birds chirp from outside. the sun was peeking through the cracks of your room. it was summer in winterfell, lesser snow but still cold. it felt good to know how years after you met him that you thought you’d be somewhere in king’s landing. married to a drunk lord of a noble house, miserable and depressed. that’s what all women in westeros have felt through the course of the years of tradition. all idiotic and bullshit it is.

“you’re awake, my love?” you head shoot up from his chest as koner groggily opened his eyes. you giggled, craning your head up to kiss him. he hummed, liking the morning kiss as your scent filled his nose. gods, was he lucky.

“i am. couldn’t sleep anymore.” you quietly responded, bare body pressing against his as koner grumbled.

“mhm.” he sleepily smiled, voice still raspy and deep. your thighs rubbed against each other as you remembered last night’s rigorous activities. an exercise which you certainly liked everyday.

“rest more, the day’s just starting.” he mumbles as you nodded, still feeling a little groggy as you rested your head against his warm chest. the sound of his heartbeat a gentle tune in your ears. your thoughts wondered, all desires and fantasies you had with him. it was about time you talked to him about this.

“what do you think about children, koner?” you blurted out, kissing his skin as he caressed your back, yawing. you didn’t mind to have children— you knew the cost of it but having a child with him meant something.

“a child, my love?” he questions, a bit dazzled at your sudden thought.

“yes. me and you.” you looked up him, staring at his now opened brown orbs. “born with our blood— a child of ours. wouldn’t that be amazing?” you smiled sweetly as koner’s heart bloomed with love seeing how much affection you have in your eyes.

“yes.” he hummed, kissing you again. “it would be wonderful.” he says with much love. the thoughts of you round and big with his child. doing nothing but to be pampered around, to be cared for knowing how precious you are to be having his heirs. though, for the cost of it, knowing he had more mouths to feed was a concern, but that didn’t mattered. he was officially knighted by queen sansa, knowing his loyalty has been well seen. money shouldn’t matter at the moment. the cottage was big enough for the two of you and he daydreamed of it.

“i can almost imagine you and I.” you added, dreamily sighing. “teaching our son, braiding our daughter’s hair. guiding them, loving them. caressing their wee heads when they’re still little babes. you’d want that?”

“my love.” he sighs, kissing your nose. “anything with you, i’d want. little me’s and you’s. it’s perfect.”

“really?” you smiled as he shuffled to hover above you as he kissed your neck making you giggle. the furs dropping as your bare bodies collided withe each other. koner smiled, the drowsiness long gone as he kissed you again, mumbling it your lips. the thought of his own family warming his heart even more. the chance of witnessing your motherhood fresh in his mind, and the fact that he’ll become a father. it was everything he wished for, now staring longingly in your eyes.

“absolutely perfect, love.”

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Other works Masterlist

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Koner (Snow) | A Song of Ice and Fire/ Game of Thrones || Body Worship // Table Sex

Koner the Bastard; 2.8k words; NO BETA/ SELF- EDITED, Swearing, Give This Bitch A Backstory (bitches love those), Combining Book and Show Lore Because I Can, Implied Sexual Assault and Domestic Violence (canon typical), Cuckolding, Voyeurism (i think?), Kissing, Oral (female receiving), Breeding Kink

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Before he was a guard in Winterfell sworn to protect the Lady Sansa Stark, Koner was just a Hornwood bastard. The Lord Hornwood already had a trueborn son and treated his bastards Larence and Koner as his own, but a Snow still inherits neither lands nor loyalties and when every last one of the trueborn Hornwoods were slain by House Bolton after the Red Wedding, Koner became nothing as the second natural son of a dead house.

But back then, when the house, the forests, and the river belonged to his lordly sire, Koner and his brothers were sent to serve other noble northern lords. Larence to Deepwood Motte, and Koner to Castle Cerwyn. Lord Medger Cerwyn had salt and pepper hair and he was a handsome fellow for his age with a wife some twenty years younger than him. His brother was handsome too, but there was something deeply unnerving about the man– his friends called him Ubba Blooddrinker, the Seven help him. And it was the lord's brother who came one night to get a few guards.

“Lord’s orders,” Blooddrinker grumbles with a hand on the hilt of his broadsword.

Ten men are ordered to stand in a row as their lord surveys them. He walks the line, inspecting the men but for what, Koner is not sure. And when the lord stops in front of him, he lingers. Medger pulls the cap off of Koner’s head, examining his cropped copper hair.

“How old are you, boy,” he asks.

“Nine-and-ten, m’lord…”

Lord Cerwyn nods. “You’ll do, boy. The rest of you, go! And you follow me.”

The lord rambles as he leads Koner through the castle, silver cloak swaying in his wake. “You’re no Cerwyn but you’ll do. My father and his father both went gray before they were twenty, same as I did. What did you say your name was, boy?”

“K-Koner Snow, m’lord,” the boy’s hands shake and he tries to control his voice. “My lord, w-where are we going? What is it you need me to do?”

Lord Cerwyn stopped with his hand on the door at the top of the tower and turned stoically. “My wife.”

…

Seven years you have been trying to bear a child. Some women lose theirs in the womb, but you could not even fill yours. It wasn’t until your lord husband Medger admitted (without recourse) that he had mistresses who also did not conceive with his seed. Thankfully his conclusion was not the egotistical one you expected– he knew it was he who could not give the child. But an heir was still needed to inherit Castle Cerwyn, and the lord was willing to put his pride aside and adopt a son by any man if you bore one.

This agreement about 'any mans son' occurred after he gave you to his cruel brother, and the Blooddrinker was not kind to you. Medger reasoned the babe could still be a Cerwyn by blood if Ubba sired, but he stopped arguing with you when you showed him the bruises on your arms and the dried blood on your thighs.

I cannot give you a son if I am dead, you had whispered angrily. Ubba listens to no man, not even you. If you allow him to bed me again, he will ruin me– he may kill me. Do you understand?

So this time, your lord husband was supposed to be bringing you a different man, one who could be trusted at least to keep his silence. You did not expect the young man he brought, or even know his face.

“M’lord,” you greeted Medger and bowed your head, puzzled.

“I’ve brought you a gift, wife,” Medger replied, pushing the boy roughly forward.

He stumbles but catches himself, big watery eyes wide and trained on your slippers as he kneels quickly and mutters your honorific. Most bannermen in the castle did the same– avoided your eye and treated you as delicately as a flower. You could only surmise that that was how all ladies were treated in castle Cerwyn (and it made you quite lonely sometimes).

You catch your husband trying to leave and call him back. “Medger! You must explain to… Koner… what you need of him. Please.”

Your husband sighs and doubles back, towering over Koner to intimidate him. “You. Fuck my wife. Give me an heir because I can’t fucking do it, and if she’s not with child when you’re done, I’ll put my sword through you. Got it?”

Koner nods frantically and your husband left. You rolled your eyes and ordered your handmaiden to draw a bath for the man, then helped him to his feet.

"Forgive him, dear, it's an unusual situation we find ourselves in, and he's rather grumpy about it," you tell him gently.

Koner lets you hold his arm and swallows hard at the manner of your dress. Your thin, white shift and braided green robe sit low on your arms, baring all of your shoulders and the silver pendant that sits at your throat (as well as what looks like healing finger markings too, which makes him concerned). He undresses quickly under your heated supervision and slips into the warm water, groaning embarrassingly loud as the heat soaks into his bones and crevasses.

"Take these to wash, Maggie," you instruct your handmaiden (a girl of ten maybe). "I trust the bath is to your liking, Ser Koner."

Koner dips his head under the water and comes back up, shaking it like a dog. "In truth, I've never had a hot bath before, m'lady. And I'm no ser, m'lady, just a bastard like the rest of them."

You offer him a sweet smile and prop yourself on a stool to wipe a cloth over his brow. "Oh! It seems I've accidentally made a clean spot. I suppose I'll have to do the rest, won't I?"

It was curious, being flirted with by a highborn woman (and a very beautiful, very married one, no less), but it didn't stop him from nuzzling into your touch or needing to hide his swelling cock with his hand. You noticed, of course, but let him be for now and continued to wash his face.

"You are very handsome, Koner. How old are you?"

"Nine-and-ten, m'lady," he answered and leaned deeper into your touch.

"Younger than I," you mutter. "Have you been with a woman before, Koner? Have you children of your own?"

At this, the boy's face turned pink (now you can see thanks to removing all of the caked dirt from it). "No m'lady. I've been with a woman, I mean, but I've no children I know of. B-but I know how to do it, if that's what you mean."

You chuckle airly and cup his pretty face in your hands. "I've no doubt that you and I will figure something out."

Koner won't leave the water until it's winter cold and he shivers as you wrap a thin cotton towel around his wet body. Even though he looks leaner than most northmen, you can still feel the latent strength in his muscles and take the opportunity to explore his body under the guise of helping him get dry. Not that he minds, of course, he won't touch you even though his fingers itch to feel how soft your skin is.

"Alright, darling?," you ask mirthfully.

"Yes, I…" the boy's pretty eyes grow wide with awe and worry. "This isn't some kind of test, is it? The lord's not going to come in here and gut me for touching you?"

You pet his copper locks and get him to sit on the bed. "This is not a test, love. It's a hard thing for a man to admit that he can't conceive. You have his blessing and mine. But you don't have to if you don't want–"

"No, I," his pretty chocolate button eyes dip down to the gold latch keeping your robe tucked over your breasts, "I want to, if I have your blessing…"

You smile kindly and gather the length of your clothes from the floor. "Then lean back on the bed, and move this off."

Dreamily, Koner flops onto the bed and pulls the towel aside, bearing himself beneath you as you climb onto his lap. His warm hands find purchase on your hips and he lifts himself back up to kiss you quickly.

"Is that alright, m'lady? Or… should I not…?"

You answer him by kissing him again and carding your fingers through his damp hair. "It's fine, love. Now…"

You pull him into another kiss and feel his hands caress your sides, still not daring to rid you of your clothes so you do it for him, undoing the clasp and letting your robe fall off the bed to the floor. Koner brushes his tongue along your teeth, asking for entrance while his hands slip under your whisper thin shift and knead and grasp at your curves.

You pull the last barrier of clothing over your head and toss it aside, bearing yourself completely to this stranger who has devoted himself to your husband's service.

You roll your hips forward and gasp softly into his mouth and you can feel the boy smirking against your lips. "My mates poke fun at me for it sometimes– say I'd split a girl in two with my manhood. But a whore in wintertown showed me how to get her proper ready so I don't make another girl cry."

He rolls you over so he's on top and gazes deep into your eyes. "I won't hurt you, m'lady. Tell me if you want to stop and I will, just say the word."

Tears gather at the waterline of your eyes but you don't let them fall. You know he's seen the bruises on your throat and the worse ones on your arms and drawn conclusions about them. Your womanhood aches but only with the terrible memory and you nod your head to keep from sobbing. Koner kisses the end of your nose and begins a trail of more, just as soft and sweet from your neck to the base of your belly. It feels good to have his nose brush down a line and feel his breath disturb the curls at the top of your mound.

You tangle your fingers in his hair again and gasp as you feel him nudge between your thighs. "Koner? What are you… oh!"

Your whole body trembles as you feel his hot tongue lave across your sex and instantly flush with white hot heat. Koner doesn't mind your taste for he does it a second time, and a third, this time moaning like you are no different from a delicious meal. You don't mean to but you press his head down into your sex as if he would stop for anything other than your command.

"Oh my…" you bite your tongue as you feel a callused finger slip inside you. No man had ever shown you so much care for your comfort or attentiveness towards your pleasure. It seemed to you as though he enjoyed the delicate sounds slipping out of you and he wanted more. You wanted more too, growing impatient. "Koner, please. Need you…"

You aren't even sure what you are asking him for until you have it– a second finger inserted beside the first and pumping you to fullness. The stretch burns only a moment and then the gentle massage takes it away, increasing the stretch just a little more every few thrusts. You aren't familiar with whatever part of your body his tongue plays with, but you love it and feel a coil in your lower half start to twist into knots.

Koner lifts his head and he explains barely above a whisper, "need you to feel good, my lady. I need you to give me a sign that you feel good or I can't give you what you need."

"I am– I do, you're making me feel very, very good, Koner," you sigh and twitch under his ministrations.

But he shakes his head. "No you haven't, but you will," and he puts his tongue back to work, twisting the coil tighter and hearing your breath come fast and higher with every take until the coil snaps and your thighs clamp shut around his ears.

When the pleasure dies down and you free him, he lifts himself up and crawls over you with a prideful glimmer in his eye. "That's what I was looking for."

"Koner," you say in a scolding tone. "I'm ready. No more play, come here."

He pouts but does as you command, pushing his thick cock into your womanhood slowly. Even after all that preparation, it still burns to take him and you wrap your arms around his head hanging on for dear life. When he bottoms out, you feel relief wash over you, as well as pride as Koner groans needily into your shoulder.

"There is no comfort like the inside of a beautiful woman," he mutters into the bed. "I could die like this."

"Don't," you laugh, "I still need you!"

"As you command, my lady."

His thrusts were slow and gentle. It felt nice, like being loved. But that is not the purpose of this tryst and you are getting far too familiar with this boy.

“Koner,” you say in a motherly tone, “move. Faster. You’ll never spill your seed like this.”

Koner gives you big, doe eyes and brushes his nose against yours. “Don’t want this to end so soon. I’ll finish, and your lord husband will send me back to the cold stables. I’ll never see you again my lady, except in passing. Or get to hold you like this… kiss you like this…”

You pet his hair and kiss his forehead but you are interrupted by Lord Medger returning to your bedchambers. Koner freezes, cock buried deep inside you and his bare ass exposed. Your husband is unperturbed and puts his hands on his hips like an exasperated father.

“Having another go at it, are we?,” he asks.

“Not exactly, dear.” Koner flinches and you hold him fast to your chest to keep him from trying to crawl off of you and hide. “I want to keep him, if that’s alright.”

Now, Lord Medger’s face turns angry. “Fuck do you mean keep him? You’ll not keep him as your pet or your whore!”

“Calm, my love. I meant for a short time. Let me keep him for three days.” You resist the urge to stroke Koner’s hair under the watchful eye of your husband’s gaze and ignore the fearful question on the boy’s face. “The more seed I take, the better chance I can give you a son. Is that not what you are after?”

Medger stares at you hard, but gives an almost imperceptible nod. “As you wish. And if he fails to put a child in your belly, you’ll watch me cut his throat.”

“If I am not with child when this is over, I will cut it for you,” you reply, much to the dismay of the poor man laying atop you. “Now please, my lord, let us have the room. Unless.. You’d like to watch?”

Koner’s head shook from the corner of your eye and your husband rolled his eyes and left with a command to the guards to keep watch. As soon as the door closes, you offer your distraught lover a warm smile and kiss his hair. “I was only jesting, dear. You’ll surely make a mother of me. Shall we continue?”

Hesitantly, Koner nods and swirls his hips, the soft flesh between you becoming very tacky. You sigh contentedly as he rolls with deeper, firmer strokes and close your eyes as pleasure builds in your belly again. Koner’s cock brushes something spongy inside of you and you moan involuntarily.

“That’s it, love, more…”

Feeling confident that he was enough in your favor, he grows bold again. “I hope the gods make your firstborn a girl.”

You giggle in surprise. “What for?”

Koner gives you a charming, boyish smile and fucks you a little faster now that he has your full attention. “So’s I can prove my worth– and get your lord husband to let me share your bed again.”

You laugh again but the sound is cut short by the bump of his hips pistoning into yours and feel your walls flutter again like they did when he was licking you. Koner’s eyelids flutter at the feeling and he fucks you through your pleasure in search of his own, a charm tied around his neck dangling above your face and swinging hypnotically.

“I want to give you so many girls,” he mutters, “imagine I give you ten girls before I give you a son. I’ll keep you warm all winter long, my lady.”

You hum as you feel him nearing his end, listening to the symphony of grunts in your ears. “Such a blessing. Now come for me, Koner.”

Obedient as a dog, the man stills and grunts low in his chest, face flushing with blood and muscles rippling in his neck before you falls to the wayside and pants wildly. Again, you stroke his hair– so soft, those copper curls– and tuck yourself into his arms. “Rest, eat, fuck. That’ll be our next few days.”

Koner chortles and presses his forehead to yours. “I look forward to it.”

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