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The Icefyre Conquest 6
🕑 Added 2022-01-24 14:37:59 +0000 UTCFor a moment, I could think of nothing except the fact that Dacey Mormont, the woman whom I had been first attracted to, the woman who had basically kick started my puberty was kissing me. For minutes or days, I could see nothing but her closed eyes as her lips pressed against my own, so soft and so juicy that I was blown away by them. And the next second my brain almost exploded because HOLY FUCK! DACEY WAS KISSING ME!.
I became hyper aware of everything, from how her hair drifted over my face to how she was laying against my front, her thighs straddling me and her breasts pressing against my chest. A moan slipped out of my lips, which was swallowed by hers before I tightened my hole over her, the discomfort from my ribs far away from my mind as with the strength I didn’t know I had in me, I pulled her over me properly, making her cross her legs behind me.
At the same time, we opened our mouths a little and our tongues touched at the middle, before with a growl Dacey pushed forwards and shoved her tongue down my throat, and started to move her hips over mine, her crotch and ass rubbing against the tent in my breeches. Moaning and grunting at the pleasure and sensations coursing through my body, I managed to salvage some semblance of order within my mind before with a leap of faith, I lowered my hands from her waist to her ass, and squeezed lightly at the pliable and firm flesh.
She moaned at that, her arms and hips tightening around me. I grinned against her lips, molesting and groping her ass with more gusti as I swapped spit with her. I pushed my tongue into her own mouth, both of us duelling with our tongues for the control of the kiss.Feeling more emboldened by her actions, I raised my right hand to her breast, and when she didn’t pull back an slap me for it, I squeezed it slightly, feeling the softness and the size of her tit. Dacey moaned at that, her grounding getting more forceful as she laced her fingers through my hair and pulled back for a moment, the need for air causing us to separate.
“Fuck!” I gasped, breathing heavily, the air leaving my lungs misting in front of me as I gazed at Dacey, her own face flushed and shining with a light layer of sweat. “Gods I love this.”
With that exclamation, I dived right back in, not giving Dacey any time to put up a defence as my tongue slipped past her lips over her own, and my hands went back to grabbing and groping her body with wild abandon. I plundered her mouth, my animalistic grunts and Dacey’s moans filling the clearing as we writhed and shifted against each other, occasionally breaking apart for air when the need became too great. Her other hand too fisted in my hair and in response I too did the same with my right hand, my left still busy with tracing and squeezing every inch of her absolutely delectable behind. Her gyrating hips made shivers shoot through my body, my dick getting wonderfully massaged by her soft ass as we sucked on each other’s tongues.
Blurry memories of watching something similar once passed through my mind, and with a sudden burst of knowledge, I pulled back from her slightly swollen lips. Before Dacey could even realise it, my lips were on her pale, soft neck leaving kisses and small bites everywhere I could reach, the hunger for her moans and the taste of her skin reaching a fever pitch inside me. I felt her blood pulse beneath my lips and tongue and with a wicked smile, I squeezed her bodacious tits hungrily and bit down upon her neck, making her give off a long, drawn out moan, the sound practically dripping pleasure in my ears. I did so once more, thirty to hear her moan in pleasure once again, but this time instead of a moan, a scream of ecstasy left her throat as she shuddered upon me, my hands still squeezing her breasts while I nipped at her throat.
Not able to control myself any longer at the realisation that I had made her cum, especially with the way she had been grinding over my dick all this time, I too lost the battle against my balls, making a mess inside my breeches as I came right alongside her. For a moment we just sat there motionless, little jitters passing through bot of us in the aftermath of our climax, the semll of sweat and sex in the air. I slumped against her, my head nestling on her shoulder as I peppered her neck and collarbone with soft kisses, both of us utterly spent and unwilling to part.
“That…That was amazing” I finally exclaimed, running my hands up and down her side, my fingers coming to rest just above her ass-cheeks. “Now I feel properly recompensed for saving your life.”
“Oh you do, do you?” she murmured slowly, her fingers carding through my hair as she pulled back, her lips curling up into a smirk that made my heart race. “I wonder if that means that you won’t need any more thanks from me?”
In response, I just dove forwards and kissed her once again, none of that previous hunger in my movements as I softly pressed my lips one hers, my tongue slowly entwined with her own as my hand automatically laced itself through her hair. After a minute of slow kissing, I pulled back from her, both of our eyes opening at the same time as I gazed into her eyes, her previous smirk replaced by a soft smile.
“You are going to be thanking me for a long time, Dacey” I said, the words somehow coming out before I even realised what I was speaking. “But first, we need to get to that cave” I continued, the pain in my ribs returning with vengeance as the blood finally entered my upper head once again. “My ribs are killing me here.”
Dacey threw her head back and just laughed in response. She stood up and looked down at me for a moment, before she grabbed my puteched hand and pulled me up. She led me to the cave, my fingers still clasped within her palm as we walked forwards. “Oh, it is underground!” I realised as I saw the two feet wide hole lead into a small piece of rock, which undoubtedly expanded inwards. “At least we will be warm now.”
“Hmm, I will go first” Dacey said and kneeled down before she started to crawl inside the opening. “The torches won’t be useful inside, so you can drop that.”
Nodding at her words, I released the flaming stick in my hand and followed after her, making small movements to prevent my ribs from jostling. My eyes were glued to Dacey’s butt, the leather stretched tight across her behind as she crawled forward, and once again I felt myself harden as the memories of how good that ass felt underneath my fingers flashed through my brain.
Fuck, this was going to be a long night.
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An indecipherable sound broke me out of my sleep the next morning, my eyes slowly opening up even as that sound once again sounded right by my ear. The fog over my mind lifted gradually, and with a jolt I realised that the sounds I was hearing were actually Dacey’s moans. It seemed like at some point during the night, I had wrapped my arms around her, and in my sleep, my hand had started playing with her tit and Dacey miraculously slept through it all. Not that she would have had much problem with it were she awake, I thought with a grin as I stopped groping her and sighed happily, the events of yesterday rushing through my mind.
“Ugh, you up now?” she asked, turning around to look at me, her eyes surprisingly clear for someone who had bee-Oh, she was awake the whole time.
Nodding at her question, I nuzzled into her neck, my hand lowering from her chest to her stomach as I pressed myself against her. “Hmm, how are we going to get back to Bear Hill?” I asked as she giggled at my actions. “I am not in the condition for running or jumping.”
“Didn’t seem that way last night when you sucked on my tongue” Dacey told me, making me groan as I pressed my face deeper into her neck. “Besides, we just need to get to the hill east of here, search parties will find us there within minutes after we light up the signal there.”
I hummed at her answer before with all the subtlety of a hammer, I asked. “What are we Dacey? We kissed last night, and I know that if my ribs weren’t busted and it was a bed instead of the forest floor, then we would have fucked right then and there. What does that make us?”
She went absolutely still at that and I felt her muscles tense for a moment before she answered. “I am not sure about that Jon. You are younger than me, by a decade at that,” she pushed my head back and looked at me, her face utterly devoid of any emotions as she continued, “But you don’t act and behave like a boy your age would. Your cock poking my thigh and your habit of leering after me aside, you are quite different from all the boys and men I have met over the years. And while I won’t say that I love you or I wish for us to get married, I won’t deny that I am attracted to you and I enjoyed every second of the time we shared together yesterday night.”
“So…friends for fucking?”
“I would not have put it that way,” Dacey shook her head. “We aren’t friends for fucking, we are going to be fucking because we are more than friends.” She ran her hands over my cheek, her eyes turning warm and soft. “You age is the only thing that is wrong about this situation, but considering you don’t bumble around like a boy whose balls have yet to drop and grow hairs, that is not a problem. You are nearly a man grown at this point, and your body certainly doesn’t seems like that of a boy.” She grinned sharply, her nails scratching down my chest before she grabbed my rock hard dick with her hand, rubbing it softly and making me buck my hips towards her, a moan slipping out my lips and I tried to create more friction.
“That’s a lot of fucks,” I groaned, feeling quite pleased and light with the praise she had heaped over me and the way she was moving her hand over my member. But as lost as I was to the sensations of getting my dick serviced, I still had enough thinking capability left for a question to come out of my lips. “How are we going to go forward Dacey? I don’t think Maege would agree with this.”
“She doesn’t have any right to decide who I let near my cunt,” Dacey answered easily, making me look at her in surprise, and groan in pleasure the next second “Besides, you won’t believe the amount of times she has teased me about you.”
“Thank the gods then,” I groaned and let my head rest on the ground. “I don’t think I could have handled another bear anytime soon.”
Not with this one trying her best to chew and devour me like I was the best piece of meat in the world.
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Hours later, we reached the Bear Hill, some fishermen having seen the signal fire atop the hill and found both of us there. Thankfully, one of them was a worker in a keep and he was perfectly fine with giving us a ride. Unfortunately, our clothes were now permanently ruined from the smell of fishes that we had to sit among, the man driving the cart taking the daily quota of sea-food to the keep.
As expected, Visenya and Jorelle were both at the gates of the wooden castle, Lyanna just a little behind them as they looked out at the main path, worry and fear clear on their faces. However, when they caught sight of us coming towards the keep, all three of them broke out in smiles and shouted our names, each of them jumping with joy. When we finally reached the gates, Dacey hopped down from the cart before she helped me down, and not a second too soon as the crying and laughing forms of her sisters collided with her.
Turning towards my own sister, I gave her a toothy grin and extended my arms towards her in an invitation for a hug of my own, but Visenya took one look at me and deadpanned, “Take a bath first, I am not letting you come within two paces of me before that.”. Her bland tone and the un-impressed, disgusted look she threw at me, made me pout at her while the three Mormonts with us just laughed at me.
And to think I was hoping for a tearful reunion of our own.
A few minutes and quite a few grumbles later, I was sighing in happiness and relief as I lowered myself into the warm water of the public baths. Contrary to popular belief of the Southerners, or at least the majority of those who knew about the warmth of Winterfell, it wasn’t the underground, boiling water that made the castle warm. Those were present throughout the North, with geysers erupting into snowy showers being quite a common occurrence at some spots.
What made Winterfell special were the pipelines that circulated that superheated, pressurised water throat the keep, staving off the coldness of the air and making the environment inside pleasantly warm. An architectural marvel on par with the likes of Dragonstone and the Wall, the fact these pipes were functioning as good as new even after several millennia was something almost everyone was flummoxed by. But unlike Winterfell, not every keep or structure in the north had the fortune of being constructed by the Builder, and therefore they had to find alternate methods to live without freezing off in the middle of a bath.
I didn’t know about the rest, but the Last Hearth and the Bear Hill both had public baths in the keeps, which allowed for the warm water drawn up from the ground to be directly used and then discarded. They were built underground at both locations, a series of canals allowing the water to be drawn in inside the giant tub, and then another canal to discard the water once it was used.
“Oh gods…that feels so good.” and it really did, especially after spending the last day in snow and ice with nothing to eat. While I couldn’ really die from freezing or burning—or at least not at the highest or lowest temperatures I had experienced until now—now that I was in the steaming bathtub, all of my muscles felt as if I was getting the best massage of my life.
Washing away the dirt on my body, I got out of the pool and drained the water before I picked up the towel and wrapped it around my waist. From the wooden partition between us, I could hear the girls giggling and splashing water over each other, Dacey no doubt taking a bath too. The image of her naked body, wet and steaming with hot water flashed through my mind, making me curse quietly, before I glared at the partition and shook my head. Moments later after getting dressed, I was walking up to my room for a long, deep sleep, my body still demanding rest after the events and activities of yesterday.
Just as I was about to push the door open, Visenya wrenched it open from inside and pulled me into a hug right then and there. “What? Now you wan-” my words died in my throat as I felt her shake in my arms, the slight wetness on my neck clueing me on what was happening. “Lya? Why are you crying?”
She didn’t give me any response other than tightening her arms even further around me and the sounds of sobs finally became audible. Alarmed, I pulled back a little with my hands on her shoulders and looked at her tear-stricken face, before looking at the open space around us, I picked her up and walked into the bedroom and kicked the door close behind us.
“What happened, Visenya?” I asked in a low voice as I laid her out on the bed.
“I was scared you stupid asshole,” she suddenly slapped me, and I lookeda t her with wide eyes as her sobs disapprede in an instant, raegful words and slurs relacing them as she tore me a new one. “You piece of shit, do you know how worried we all were for you! Did you even think of what I was going through here? What do you think I felt like when my brother, who has been with me every day since I can remember, didn't come back to the keep like he was supposed to! I stood outside at the main gates the whole night, waiting for you and rying with worry!”
With every word, she rained her fists down on me, our positions somehow having been reversed during her ranting. Thank the Old gods the ribs were mostly healed by this point, because I don’t think I had the strength to stop her blows. And truthfully speaking, I deserved every bit of them, because if it had been Visenya who had been away from me for over a day…well I wouldn’t have hit her, but I don’t think I would be too far off with my words either.
“I am sorry,” I interrupted her, stopping her fists between us. “I never would have left you alone, and I will never do so for as long as I live, Visenya. A bear attacked us on the way back, and our horses we-”
“A bear?” Visenya whispered slowly, horror filling her eyes before she dropped down on me and hugged me tightly, her face pressed into my shoulder. “Oh Gods! What kind of sister am I? Shouting at you and beating you because I didn’t see you for some time, while you were out there in the cold with nothing but a blunted sword and surviving against a bear of all things. I will g-”
“Shut up you emotional queen,” I snorted and pulled her down, preventing her from ‘going away’. “If you think that I will get angry at you for a few words and those weak hits, then I think you hit your head somewhere. Besides, it wasn’t that big of a problem, the bear is dead out there in the snow, and we are not.”
Visneya chuckled at that, and pressed herself all the more harder against me, making me wince as I felt her breasts push against my chest. Before I could think about my inherited, incestous affinity, Visenya asked, “Tell me about it, the bear and how you defeated it.”
“Well, first we decided to lose it in the forest, but we were already tired with our spars nearby the hot-spring and the bear was easily able to keep up with us until we were unable to run another step. We entered a small group of bushes, which were thankfully covered by thick branches at the sides so it wasn't able to get to us,” I explained, making her hum as she pulled back and straddled me properly, her hands on my stomach, and my own latching on to her hips. “I knew it would eventually get to us, and despite what I and they wanted, I pushed the dragons away from the fight.”
“They would have taken it down within moments.” she scoffed, and we grinned at each other as I envisioned our dragons swooping in from the sky and killing the bear—not that I needed their help in the first place, I managed fine on my own.
“Anyways, I first tried to shower it with ice shards, but that didn’t work so I created a sword of ice and tried to kill it with that. I managed to cut it at its shoulder, but even then it knocked me off my feet with a headbutt and cracked a couple of ribs, and they are perfectly fine nwo Visenya,” I interrupted the apology that was no doubt about to come from her, her face blanching as she looked down at me. “After that, well I evaded a bite attempt from the bear and then punched it in the eye while extending an ice spear into its head. After that I simply made the ice expand inside in the form of spikes, which killed it instantly.”
I shrugged and continued, “I fell unconscious due to exhaustion after making a tree fall on the bear’s head to hide my magic and then I woke up in the night wh-”
“When you and Dacey fucked?” Visenya hedged with a grin, making my face heat up even as I frowned up at her. “I saw the bite marks on her neck. Who knew you would finally get a chance at that woman.”
“First of all, we didn’t fuck. And secondly, what do you mean by ‘Who would have thought’? You think I am hopeless or something when it comes to pretty girls?”
“You say it like you have a different girl in your lap every day” she retorted. “And Dacey has always made a fool out of you every time you have flirted with her.”
“I have you on my lap today don’t I?” I said back, making her cheeks turn pink for a moment and I think mine followed right after her as my words registered within my brain. “Besides, we only kissed a little last night, it wasn’t as if we could fuck on the forest floor nwo could we?”
“According to the tales Dacey was telling to Alysana and Jory, you did a lot more than kiss” Visenya giggled before she paused, and looked down with a grin. I closed my eyes as I felt her shift over my hardening member, the memories of last night making blood rush downwards despite all my wishes. And despite what I may have thought about it previously, not a single part of me was discomforted or even disgusted by Visenya grinding upon my dic experimentally.
Because as much as we were of the First Men, we were Valyrians too. Sisterfucking, incestous, fiery Valyrians. It wasn’t a new fact to me, the North certainly loved to curse our paternal family and despite myself, I couldn’t help but notice Visenya growing into a gorgeous, divine beauty over the years since we came to Bear Hill. But it had always been at the back of my mind, something I noticed only when some idiot boy tried to win her over or when I saw her moving with a blade in her hand. Until now, Visenya being a girl, a young woman was only a fact.
Now? Now as she let out a throaty little moan and shifted back and forth upon me…that fact became an all-consuming thought as I felt a beast claw its way out my heart into my head with a rush of heat and desire, until a single thought in my mind dominated my whole being.
Visenya Targaryen was mine.
Even as our motions became more and more frantic as we did our best to keep quiet, Visenya leaned down to plant her lips right on mine. Maybe there was a small chance that we would have gone back to our everyday relationship after the little grinding she had done over me. Maybe there was a chance that I would have managed to silence that animal in my chest that wanted Visenya so badly, even I was scared by its hunger.
Maybe…Maybe I wouldn’t have imagined Visenya sitting on my lap as we looked down upon the burning sigils of every rebel house, our three dragons right behind us.
But the moment her lips touched mine, every thought, every thing became non-existent to me as her taste invaded my mouth, and I lost myself to her.
