Ringing Bells (Patreon)

Our story begins, as many epics do, with an angry fat man punching a pimp in the face.

“I’m sorry, your Grace!” the bloodied, toothless pimp cried, “I didn’t know.”

One final punch silenced the man, and King Robert Baratheon looked down at his knuckles with a grunt.

“As if it wasn’t fucking obvious,” he muttered, looking over at the form of the girl, who could only be his daughter.

“You’re not wrong about that, your Grace,” Ser Barristan commented.

“Does this mean you don’t want me, your Grace?” the third witness to the beating asked.  Robert looked at the girl in front of him, her curly black hair and royal blue eyes so much like his, and grimaced.

“You know I’m your father, girl,” he sighed.

The girl shrugged and said, “we get all kinds in here.”

Here was the Peach, an inn and brothel in Stoney Sept.  Robert hadn’t been there in years, more years than he’d thought, given the look of the girl whose maidenhead the unknowing proprietor had tried to sell to him.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” he asked no one in particular.

“I can get one of the other girls, your Grace,” the girl offered.

“Not that, with you,” he grumbled. “I can’t have a daughter of mine working as a whore, not knowingly.”

“It’s alright, your Grace,” the girl said placatingly, “the men who come through here aren’t so bad, and the others all seem to enjoy their work.”

Robert fought the urge to roll his eyes. “the fool wasn’t lying about you still having your maidenhead, right?

“No, your Grace,” the girl replied. “I’ve been taught all I need to know, but no one’s had my cunt or arse, begging your pardon.  My mum, the gods rest her, wanted to hold off until I’d had my blood to offer up my maidenhead, and Tansy agreed.”

“Who?” he asked.

“The woman who runs this place, Tom over there, is just watching over us until she returns from her pa’s funeral over in a village near Pinkmaiden.  I don’t remember what it’s called,” she explained.

“If I may your grace,” Ser Barristan interjected.

“If you have an idea, I’m all ears, Selmy,” the king sighed.

“Girl, by the look of you, I’m assuming that you were born not long after the Rebellion?” Ser Barristan asked.

“Aye, Ser,” the girl said. “Mum said I was made just before the Battle of the Bells.  She named me Bella for it.”

Robert’s right eye twitched, but he held back from saying anything.  It was poor manners to speak ill of the dead, after all.

“It’s not like I fucked her for her creativity,”he thought to himself. “It was the tits.  Can’t say I’ve ever seen a greater pair.”

“Your Grace, if I recall, Lord Eddard had a bastard son during the Rebellion,” Ser Barristan said. “The boy would be around Bella’s age.”

Robert’s eyes lit up as inspiration hit.  “Of course, that’s perfect, Barristan!  Ned’ll be able to keep her safe for a year or two, and I can offer to rebuild that keep just north of the Twins.  What in the seven hells is it called again?  Moat...something.  Reminds me of Ned’s wife, Catelyn.

“Moat Cailan, your grace,” Ser Barristan replied.

“That’s it,” Robert said, snapping his fingers. “It’ll make a worthy dowry.”

“Dowry?” Bella asked, her eyes widening.

“Yes, you’re coming with me, Bella,” the king said, his tone making clear that his word was to be final. “We’re going to get you a husband and a keep up north, and no one here is going to say a word to anyone.  Last thing I need is my bloody wife finding out.”

“I...I…” Bella stuttered, utterly stunned at the turn her day had taken. “I’ve lived here all my life.”

Robert’s face softened at her reaction, and he said, “this isn’t an easy life you’ve been born into, nor is it usually a long one.  Living in a keep with servants of your own and only one man you’d be expected to spread your legs for, doesn’t that sound better?”

“Is he handsome?” Bella asked, and Robert barked a laugh at that.

“The cheek on you,” he chuckled. “The Starks are a rugged lot, Bella.  I doubt you’d object to him.”

“Can I have time to say goodbye to everyone?” Bella asked.

“Of course,” Robert said. “We’ll leave in the morning, so you’ll have plenty of time to gather your things and say your goodbyes.”

“Thank you, your Grace,” Bella said, “for everything.”

“Go on then,” Robert said, sighing as she took off, excitement in her every step.

“Shall I inform the small council that you’ve elected to travel to the North?” Ser Barristan asked.

“Yes,” Robert said gruffly. “Tell Jon that I’ve found an urgent need to see Ned, and I’ll tell him all about it when I return.  In the mean time, I’m going to have to write to Ned and let him know I’m coming.  It’ll be bloody weeks before we reach them.”

“We have a relatively small party here, and no one among them expects much comfort or luxury,” Ser Barristan said. “It shouldn’t take all that long.”

Robert snorted as he parsed his kingsguard’s true meaning.  If Cersei were with them, their trip would take at least twice as long.  On their own, with their only female companion having grown up in a brothel, they’d make good time.

“Shall I write the Queen as well?” Ser Barristan asked.

“Like she’ll miss me,” Robert snarked, shaking his head.

*****

“The king’s second letter didn’t mention why he was coming either?” Catelyn asked quietly as the whole family waited together to greet the approaching party.

“He’d always been a man of few words, in his letters at least,” Ned replied as he placed a hand on Bran’s shoulder to stop him from fidgeting. “All he said was that he’d be here in three days time.  According to our scouts, he was quite correct on that front.”

“Is that common?” Robb asked.

The sound of approaching horses saved Ned from having to decide how he’d answer that question.  The truth was that this was incredibly strange, and he had no idea what to make of it.  He hadn’t seen Robert since the Greyjoy Rebellion and never expected the man to come north.  Jon Arryn hadn’t had any better idea than he about Robert’s reasoning, saying only that he’d been visiting the Riverlands when he suddenly wrote to the capital informing them of his sudden trip.  Whatever it was, it had to be urgent, and it was making Ned nervous.  As they caught sight of the King, Ned led everyone else in assembly in kneeling to him.

Robert got off of his horse with surprising grace for how enormously fat he’d become since Ned last saw him, and walked straight to him.  With a subtle gesture, his oldest friend bade him to stand up and looked down at him with a hint of a smile on his face.

“You got fat,” Robert said, his voice just as deep and commanding as ever.

Ned fought the urge to laugh and looked down at the other man’s protruding belly with a cocked eyebrow and a small smile.

Robert laughed and hugged him, saying, “gods, it’s been too long, Ned.”

“Indeed, your grace,” Ned said, returning the hug. “Winterfell is yours.”

“Catelyn,” Robert said, greeting her warmly.

“Your grace,” Catelyn said, nodding her head respectfully.

“That’s Ser Barristan Selmy,” he heard Arya whisper to Bran.

Robert clearly heard it too, if the amused look on his face was any indication, as Catelyn silenced the two of them with a glare.

“You must be Robb,” Robert said, moving on to him and clasping his arm in his hand. “Quite a grip you have.”

“Thank you, your grace,” Robb said.

“Such a beauty,” Robert said as he moved to Sansa. “Sansa, right?”

“Yes, your grace,” Sansa said, “and thank you.”

“A beautiful family you two have,” Robert said as he smiled down at Arya and Bran. “Take me to your crypt, Ned.  I want to pay my respects to her.”

“Yes, your grace,” Ned said. Turning to Catelyn, he whispered, “make sure everyone’s settled.”

She nodded, giving him a warm smile as he turned to follow Robert, who had already started walking off.  As he did, he spotted a girl about Jon and Robb’s age with Ser Barristan and the other knights.  He might not have paid her much heed normally, but her black hair and blue eyes were so much like Robert’s that he couldn’t help but notice.

“Interesting,”he thought to himself as he caught up with Robert.

Ned gave Robert time to pay his respects to Lyanna, despite his growing curiosity about the reason for his friend’s visit.  After he’d said his piece, though, he went to say, “your Grace…”

“Enough of this ‘your Grace’ shit, Ned,” Robert said flatly. “I get enough of that from everyone else.  Call me by my fucking name, will you?”

“Robert,” Ned said, “I am pleased to see you, but I have to ask…”

“Why the fuck am I here?” Robert finished for him. “Did you spot the girl next to Selmy?”

“Aye,” Ned said. “Yours, I assume.”

“Plain as fucking day, isn’t it?” Robert asked, laughing lightly at a joke Ned didn’t get. “Her name’s Bella.  Do you remember that wench at the Peach back in Stoney Sept, the one who I spent half my nights with while we were waiting to be attacked?”

“Vaguely,” Ned said. “Wasn’t her name Bessie?”

“Right, that was her,” Robert said. “The one with tits as big as her head.  Gods, she was…”

Robert paused and looked over at Lyanna’s crypt, appearing sheepish for a moment.

“Anyway, the girl’s hers,” Robert said, walking forward toward the crypt’s entrance. “I stopped by the place during a small tour of the Riverlands, I took mostly to get away from the Red Keep for a while and the dumb cunt who was running the place offered me her maidenhead for a gold dragon.”

“He didn’t know?” Ned asked.  When Robert just nodded, he asked, “is he still alive?”

“Pretty sure a couple of his teeth made it to the Eyrie,” Robert chuckled. “I can’t let her work as a whore, Ned.  Not now that I know she exists.”

“Of course,” Ned said, wondering just how many children Robert had put in whores through the years. “Were you hoping to get her work as a servant here?  Because, the Vale might be more akin to what she’s used to, and she could be introduced to her sister.”

“I thought about that on the way here,” Robert said, “and truth be told, I might have sent her to Mya if I’d thought of that first, but Ser Barristan gave me a different idea, and I liked it too much to change my mind.”

“Oh?” Ned asked, wondering just what the famous knight could have thought up that brought Robert to Winterfell.

“Ned, I’ve a daughter, and you’ve a son,” Robert said. “They’re both bastards, and their prospects would normally be dismal, but they don’t have to be.”

“Jon?” Ned asked, taken aback.

“I’ve given it some thought, and I think that it’s high time Moat Cailin was restored,” Robert said. “The royal coffers could cover it, and it would make a fine seat for your son and my daughter.”

“This was Barristan Selmy’s idea?” Ned asked in disbelief.

“That’s the part you’re focusing on?” Robert asked, chuckling.

“Robert, restoring Moat Cailin would be a great boon to the North,” Ned said, “but this isn’t something that I can just agree to immediately.”

“I’m sure Catelyn will take it poorly,” Robert said. “Your eldest daughter looks just like her, and I think she’d make a lovely queen for my son when the time comes.”

“Sansa,” Ned said, his head spinning.

“In truth, your daughter was always going to be my first choice to wed to Joffrey,” Robert said, “but if it will make it easier to sell the idea of Bella and Jon to Catelyn, feel free to make it sound like it would help convince me.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Ned said.

“Yes, preferably,” Robert said. “Let’s speak more after the feast.  We can go on a hunt during my stay and bring Jon along so I can get to know him better.”

“Gods, that’s just what I need,” Ned thought to himself.

*****

Jon grunted as he swung again and again at the training dummy.  The sweat cooled on his skin in the chill air of Winterfell as he rained a flurry of blows down on the wooden construct.

“Not bad,” a deep, older voice came from behind him.  Whipping around, Jon was startled to see just who it was who interrupted him.

“Ser Barristan?” Jon asked.

“I am,” Ser Barristan replied. “You’re Jon Snow?”

“Aye,” Jon said, sounding just as confused as he felt.

“Why aren’t you with the others?” Ser Barristan asked.

“Her ladyship didn’t think it would be appropriate for a bastard to feast with the king,” Jon replied.

The older man looked momentarily amused before saying, “his Grace would not have minded.  Your master-at-arms is Ser Rodrik Cassel, right?”

“Aye,” Jon said. “Would you like me to get him for you?”

“No,” Ser Barristan said. “You learned from him, then?”

“Alongside my brother, Robb,” Jon said. “I should probably warn you that my younger brother, Bran, is liable to talk your ear off if he manages to find you.”

“An admirer?” Ser Barristan asked, amused.

“Aye,” Jon said. “He wants to be a knight and thinks you’re one of the greatest to ever live.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Ser Barristan said.

“Really?” Jon asked. “Unhorsing Ser Duncan the Tall at six and ten, killing Maelys the Monstrous, and ending the Defiance at Duskendale.  Your accomplishments are legendary.”

“It seems young Bran isn’t the only one who holds me in high esteem,” Ser Barristan chuckled. “The gods gave me skill at arms, and I have many accomplishments under my belt, but I wouldn’t claim to hold a candle to Ser Ryam Redwyne or the Dragonknight, and I was never the equal of Ser Arthur Dayne.”

“Right...I…” Jon went to ask.

“Go on, son,” Ser Barristan said.

“Do I look anything like Ser Arthur?” Jon asked.

“What?” Ser Barristan asked.

“Sorry, it’s just that I don’t know who my mother was,” Jon said, “or is, if she’s even still alive.  Father’s always refused to name her, but the most popular rumor is Lady Ashara Dayne, and seeing as you knew Ser Arthur, I wondered if perhaps I bore any resemblance to him.”

“I knew Lady Ashara as well,” Ser Barristan said sadly. “Step closer; it’s getting dark and my eyes aren’t what they used to be.”

Jon stepped closer to the famous knight and let him get a good look at him.  Ser Barristan looked over his face, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“You look a great deal like Lord Eddard,” he commented.

“I know,” Jon said.

“I’m sorry, lad, but I don’t see much of either Dayne in you,” Ser Barristan said after a moment.

“I knew it was unlikely,” Jon sighed.

“There is something oddly familiar about your face,” Ser Barristan said, “but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”

“Father might tell me someday,” Jon said.

Grabbing a nearby training sword that Jon had meant to put away, the famous knight drew it and swung it a few times, getting a feel for it.

“Would you care to spar?” Ser Barristan asked.

“Truly?” Jon asked.  When the older man nodded, he said, “aye, of course.”

*****

Jon groaned as he sank into the pleasantly hot water of the underground hot spring.  He had never been happier to get his arse handed to him, as he was sure that he had learned a fair bit from the extended sparring session he’d had with Ser Barristan, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sore.  Once he’d gotten something to eat, his only thought had been to slink over to one of the hot springs that made Winterfell so much more comfortable than any of the other castles that far north and let the warm water sooth his aching muscles.  Deep enough that he could rest against the stone wall of the natural pool buried up to his neck in the warm water, it was perfect.

“I’ve finally found you,” a lovely voice came from behind him.

Jon turned around and saw a very pretty girl about his age standing there in a simple blue dress that covered her from her shoulders to her ankles and was tied around her middle in a way that emphasized her large breasts and wide hips.  Her long black hair fell loosely down her back in ringlets and framed her pretty face.

“Who are you?” Jon asked, immediately defensive.

“I’m Bella Rivers,” she replied. “I’m the king’s natural daughter.”

“Oh,” Jon said, relaxing a bit.  He had been close enough behind her father when the king embraced him to see that the man’s eyes were blue and Bella’s looked rather similar. “He brought you with him?”

“He didn’t know about me until a few weeks ago,” Bella replied. “When he learned of me, he started thinking about what he could do to keep me safe and comfortable.”

“Safe?” Jon asked.

“He hasn’t actually said it, but I think he’d like me far away from the capital in case his wife ever learns about me,” Bella said.

“You think the queen would hurt you?” Jon asked.

“I think he thinks so,” Bella replied softly. “I could be wrong, but growing up in the Peach, I learned how to guess what people are thinking.  It can be pretty helpful around there.”

“The Peach?” Jon asked.

“The brothel my mother used to work in,” Bella replied.

“Oh!” Jon said in surprise, his eyebrows reaching high on his head. “So you’re a…”

“Whore?” Bella guessed. “Not really.  I mean, I would have been one; I grew up with whores after all, but I never actually did, and I’m still a maid, so I don’t know.”

“I mean, if my father was a hunter and always intended to teach me to be one, but I never actually got around to hunting, I wouldn’t be a hunter,” Jon said.

“Right, so I’m not a whore,” Bella shrugged. “It’s just that I always expected to be one, so I’m used to thinking of myself as one.  It’s been a strange few weeks.”

“Do you want to be one?” Jon asked.

“Does anyone?” Bella asked. “My mum was one; all my friends back at the Peach were, and I just always knew that someday I’d be one too.  Then I met my father, and the next thing I knew, he was taking me to the North.”

“Winterfell is pretty far from...well everything else,” Jon laughed, “so if you’re right about his Grace’s worries, you should be safe here.  Are you going to be working as a servant here?”

“I certainly wouldn’t mind having a woman as lovely as her around, if only to admire.” he thought to himself. “I’ll have to warn her about Theon, though, not that that will likely do any good.”

“No, he has...other plans,” Bella replied.

“What...agh!” Jon yelped as he moved, and a muscle in his shoulder snagged.

“What’s wrong?” Bella asked.

“While sparring with Ser Barristan earlier, I fell on my shoulder,” Jon replied, rolling it and wincing as the muscles protested. “It’s why I came here, actually.”

“For the heat,” Bella surmised. “Lean back here.  I can help it relax.”

“That’s not necessary,” Jon said automatically. “I’ll be good as new by morning.”

“Oh, come now,” Bella chided him, sitting down on the stone floor. “I learned many things from the whores that I’ll probably not make that much use of now.  You can at least let me use one of the most respectable ones.”

Jon weighed the pros and cons of letting the beautiful young woman touch him for another few seconds before deciding that he didn’t have much to lose and settled in by her.  Though he was entirely nude, he was also underwater, and in the dark room, there was little chance that she’d see much of anything.  He couldn’t help but let out a soft groan as she placed her hands on his weary shoulders and started prodding around them with her thumbs.  It felt wonderful, and though he knew it wasn’t what men like Theon or his brother went to brothels for, he wasn’t surprised that it was a skill picked up in one.

“That water’s quite warm,” Bella said.

“It’s the secret of Winterfell,” Jon sighed. “The water’s piped through the walls here, keeping it warmer than most keeps in these parts.”

“That sounds great,” Bella said, continuing to knead his sore muscles.

It was all that Jon could do to not moan out loud as she continued to massage him.  Having her so close to him that he could smell her while her hands continued to dig into his sore but rapidly relaxing muscles caused his cock to swell, and he was very thankful for the water as it covered him.  When Bella’s hands trailed down along her arms, he nearly leaned his head back against her before stopping himself.

“You’re very muscular,” Bella breathed as she felt along his arms. “You must be very strong.”

“Aye...I must thank you for this,” Jon said, wiggling away from her touch despite how desperately he wanted to lean into it. “I feel much better.”

“I hope to be able to do that often for my future husband,” Bella purred, her husky voice causing his cock to twitch in the water.

“Husband?” Jon asked.

“Yes,” Bella said, grinning wickedly at him. “The king decided when he learned who I was to arrange for me to marry a man.  He’s even going to restore some keep near the Riverlands for us to live in.”

“Moat Cailin?” Jon asked incredulously.

“That’s it,” Bella replied.

“Who does he plan to wed you to, though?” Jon asked.

There was no one in Winterfell that he could think of who would be of a lower enough status to be wed to the daughter of a whore yet a high enough status to make the Lord of Moat Cailin.

“A handsome, muscular man I’m growing fonder of by the moment,” Bella breathed.

“What?”Jon thought to himself, his eyes going wide.

Shock turned rapidly to anger at being made the butt of such a cruel jest, and before he could think of what he was doing, he had rushed out of the water.

“Oh my!” Bella exclaimed, her eyes going to right to his still-hard cock.

“Did Theon put you up to this?” Jon snarled.

“Who?” Bella asked in confusion, her gaze returning to his cock for a moment. “I’m not lying, Jon.  Ser Barristan suggested this when the king learned about me.  He recalled that your father had a bastard around my age.”

Realizing that she was being serious and not playing some cruel joke at his expense made Jon also realize what he had just done, and his hands immediately went to cover his cock.

“Oh, please don’t do that,” Bella begged. “You’ve got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m to wed a whore,” Jon said flatly, without any of the bile those words normally would have contained.

“We already figured out that I’m not a whore,” Bella said, standing up.

“You did just mention seeing other cocks,” Jon couldn’t help but point out as his mind continued to try and grasp what he had just learned.

“I’ve seen plenty of cunts too,” Bella shrugged. “It’s hard not to, living in a brothel.  I’ve never even sucked a cock, though and I still have my maidenhead.”

Getting a mischievous little grin on her face, she added, “do you want to see it?”

“What?” Jon asked, his cock throbbing in his hands despite himself.

“I mean, we are to be wed,” Bella said, grinning. “You’ll see it all eventually, and you gave me such a lovely show just now.”

“That’s...that’s alright,” Jon said.

Bella laughed, saying, “you’re adorable.  You’d think you’d never had a woman before.”

“I haven’t,” Jon said without thinking.

“Truly?” Bella asked. “Why?  You’re gorgeous, and you live in a fucking castle.  Even as a bastard, I can’t imagine that there aren’t servant girls who’d happily fuck you.”

“I refuse to father bastards,” Jon said heatedly.

“Well, once we wed, our children won’t be,” Bella said. “What did you plan to do with your life?”

“I...I thought I’d join the Night’s Watch,” Jon said, grappling with the sudden realization that that wasn’t going to happen.

The king hadn’t come all this way just to not get his way, and if Jon refused, it would just anger him.  He didn’t want his family to end up at odds with the man who brought down the Targaryens over him, and even if he went to the wall, he’d be putting this young woman in potential danger from the queen, who sounded even worse than Lady Catelyn if Bella’s suspicions were accurate.

The fact that Bella was utterly beautiful might have had something to do with it too.

“I can think of far better things you could do with that cock than freeze it off on a giant slab of ice,” Bella said, her every word making him somehow harder as she walked towards him.

“I need to speak with my father about this,” Jon said, aware that he had only the word of a strange, albeit beautiful girl, to confirm any of this.

Bella just smirked at him and traced a finger down along his bicep, saying, “of course.  Speak to your father and make sure I’m telling you the truth.  Once you do, come find me, and we can spend a few hours...getting to know each other.”

She kissed his cheek then, gave him one last smile, and wandered off, her hips swaying with her every step.  Jon’s left hand went to his cheek, feeling the spot she had just kissed as his brain caught up with what just happened.

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself.

*****

“Your father’s busy,” one of the guards at the door to his solar said.

“With the king?” Jon asked.

“With his lady wife,” the man said.

“...outrageous!” he just barely heard Catelyn growl through the door.

“I’m pretty sure I know what they’re discussing,” Jon sighed. “Could you let him know that I’m here?”

“I don’t think that would be a good…” the guard went to reply, only for the door to swing open and interrupt him.

Catelyn stormed out of the room and paused as her gaze fell on him.  Her blue eyes looked murderous, and he was sure that she was going to say something, but she just blinked, turned, and left, regaining a little bit of her composure with each step as her old, well-trained sense of propriety kicked in.  His father appeared at the doorway, and he looked at the retreating form of his wife for a moment before sighing and turning around.  He spotted Jon as he did and just signaled for him to follow.

“Jon, there’s something I need to discuss with you,” Ned said.

“I met Bella,” Jon said, giving his father pause.

“So you know,” Ned said, nodding.

“Aye,” Jon said. “I came here to find out if she was telling the truth, but her ladyship’s reaction said enough.”

“Catelyn was not as enthusiastic about Robert’s idea as he is,” Ned said diplomatically.

“Are you?” Jon asked.

“All I’ve ever wanted was for you to have as safe and stable a life as I could give you,” Ned said. “This marriage and Moat Cailin could give you something that I never would have thought I could give you, but it’s not my life that’s going to be affected here.  You said that you met the girl, so I must ask, what did you think of her?”

“I don’t know,” Jon said honestly. “She’s beautiful; that much I can say, and though she’s not as well-mannered as Sansa or her ladyship, it’s not as though I would care all that much.  This is something that I never let myself believe I could have, and now that it’s in my grasp, I don’t know how to respond.  No matter what I say, I’ll be creating problems for you, either with your wife or the king.”

“Let me worry about that,” Ned said. “What do you want to do?”

“Joining the Night’s Watch is the only path that I ever let myself consider,” Jon said. “I know that you had your objections, but I always saw it as somewhere I could go where my status as a bastard wouldn’t matter.  If I were to take a wife and have lands of my own, though, that would be the same.”

“It would be better,” Ned said.

“Just promise me that you’ll only approve of this if you think it won’t cause problems for the family,” Jon said.

“You’ve become a fine young man, Jon,” Ned said. “We’ll discuss this more tomorrow, but know that I am happy to approve of this if it is what you want.”

“Thank you, Father,” Jon said, his mind racing with possibilities that he’d never considered.

“Go on,” Ned said.

Jon left the solar in a daze, his feet returning him to his room by sheer memory rather than conscious effort.  A wife, a keep, children, these were things that he had never allowed himself to want before, and now that he had, he found that he couldn’t stop.  All that he’d ever wanted was to do was serve his family without being a burden to them, and now he’d been given a very pleasant way to do that.  He ended up realizing that pleasant was a severe understatement as he opened the door to his room and beheld the sight that awaited him.

“Jon,” Bella said, smirking at him. “Could you close that door?  This room is drafty enough already.”

“You’re naked,” Jon said, his brain struggling to process what he was seeing.

Lying on his bed and twirling a lock of her curly hair around her finger, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.  Her breasts were large and full, and they pooled only slightly towards her arms from her position, her large pink nipples pointed at the ceiling.  Her belly was flat with only a hint of softness to it, and led to very wide hips and beautifully shaped legs.  Between her parted thighs, Jon saw a thatch of dark hair that shielded her sex from his view.

“I am,” Bella said, sounding amused, “and unless you want anyone else to see me like this, you should probably close that door.

That got through to him, and he rushed inside, quickly shutting the door behind him.

“You can’t be…” Jon went to say.

“What?” Bella asked coyly as she got out of his bed and leaned against the door with her arms above her head. “It’s only fair given how much of you I saw earlier.  Did you talk to Lord Eddard?”

“I did,” Jon said, his eyes seemingly unable to reach hers as he continued to feast on the sight of her.

“Then you know I’m telling the truth,” Bella said, taking a couple steps towards him before twirling around and giving him a view of her wonderfully round arse. “You’re going to get to do far more than look at me once we’re married.”

Jon felt his cock strain against his breeches and fought the urge to groan in discomfort.

“We can do more already if you like,” Bella said, walking right up to him.

With her so close, his eyes met hers again, and he was taken aback by the sheer desire he saw in them.  He didn’t know how he recognized that look, but instinctively, he did.

“That would…” Jon went to say, only to pause as she took one of his hands in hers and brought it to her left breast.

The soft, warm weight of it filled his hand, and he pressed his fingers gently into the flesh, earning a soft coo from her that made his cock twitch.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to grow up in a brothel?” Bella asked rhetorically. “To hear people fucking day in and day out for years without getting any relief is torture.  I used to fantasize daily about sneaking off and finding some boy to fuck just so I could know what it was like.  I never did because I knew my maidenhead would fetch Tansy a lot, but I did picture it a lot.  None of the boys in my fantasies ever had a cock like this, though.”

She cupped him through his breeches, and he nearly finished then and there.  Growling in need, he brought his hands to the thick, round cheeks of her arse and pulled her to him, kissing her hard.  It was a simple kiss, hilariously chaste considering everything, but it didn’t stay that way for long as Bella moaned and pushed her tongue into his mouth.  Her arms wrapped around his neck as she coaxed his tongue out to play.  After a moment, he began responding in kind, and soon their tongues were fighting for dominance as they continued to kiss passionately.

“I knew there was a snarling beast in there somewhere,” Bella purred against his ear when he broke the kiss. “I can’t wait to feel you split me in half.”

Jon spun them around and pushed her up against his door hard enough that he could hear her arse hitting it.

“Gods, the things I want to do to you,” he panted as he stared down at her, his eyes nearly black with lust.  He had never been harder in his entire life.

“Do them all!” Bella exclaimed. “I might not be a whore, but that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me like one.”

“I don’t know how,” Jon said, feeling suddenly anxious because of his inexperience.

“We’ll learn together,” Bella said. “If you take off your clothes and sit on the bed, I can try sucking your cock.”

Jon didn’t know if he had ever undressed more quickly in his life than he did then.  Sitting on the edge of the bed as Bella approached, he felt his heart hammer in his chest.  He had tried to ignore the way that other men talked of women and the things they had done with them.  He was so sure that he would never bother with any of it that he didn’t want to torture himself with talk of things he would deny himself.  That didn’t mean that he hadn’t heard anything, however, and the idea of a woman’s warm, wet mouth appealed to him as much as it did any man he’d ever met.

“Now, I haven’t done this before, but I did learn what to do from the other women,” Bella said as she sank to her knees. “They certainly didn’t mention cocks like this, though.”

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, and Jon hissed at the sensation.  Her hand felt so much better than his ever had.

“Fuck me, my fingers don’t even touch,” Bella purred, staring at his cock in awe.

She stroked him softly, slowly, just getting a feel for the act, and that simple touch alone was mind-blowing to Jon.  He fisted the bedding on either side of him and groaned as she grinned wickedly up at him.

“Does that feel good?” Bella asked.

“Yes,” Jon replied through gritted teeth.

“This will feel much better,” Bella said as she leaned in.

She planted a wet kiss on the bulbous head of his cock, and Jon moaned aloud, his muscular thighs shaking on either side of her head.  He had no idea how much of this he was going to be able to take, and as she finally took him between her pouty lips, it turned out the answer was not much.  Just the feeling of her hot little mouth enveloping his glans was more intense than he could have ever imagined, and when she started bobbing her head up and down along the first half of his cock and sucking on him, he couldn’t help but cum.

“Fuck!” Jon cried, the word barely audible for how strangled his voice sounded.

He unloaded inside her mouth, rope after rope of cum hitting the back of her throat.  Bella backed off in surprise, coughing loudly, and caught the last couple across her face.  Jon laid back as it ended, staring at the ceiling in awe at just how intense his pleasure had been.  After a moment of just basking in what had just happened, he remembered Bella and sat up in alarm to see her wiping his seed from her face with a rag.

“I’m sorry,” he panted.

“Tansy made me and other girls who weren’t whoring yet practice on fruits and other things,” Bella said. “I got pretty good at it with those, but they never loosed seed.  I won’t be surprised next time.”

“Next time?” Jon asked, hope clear in his voice.

Bella grinned and traced a nail down his chest, saying, “do you want there to be a next time?”

“Gods, yes,” Jon breathed, his cock twitching at the thought of feeling her mouth on him again. “Um, is there anything...like that...that I could do to you?”

“You could lick my cunt,” Bella replied, shrugging, “but most men don’t like doing that.”

“Sit down,” Jon said, his voice low and commanding.

Bella shuddered, her breath hitching and her eyes darkening at his tone.  She quickly sat down next to him on the small bed and spread her legs wide.  Jon got off the bed and sank to his knees in front of her, placing his hands on her thighs and holding them open as he took in the sight of her cunt.  Parting the thick black hair with his thumbs, he heard her gasp and looked up at her to see if she was alright.  She nodded at him, biting her lip, and he returned his gaze between her legs.  Her fleshy folds looked slick, and there was a smell coming from her that made his cock reharden.  Leaning in, he gave her cunt a tentative lick and stopped when she squeaked in response.

“Bella?” he asked.

“Please do that again,” Bella begged.

He returned to licking her cunt, alternating between long licks across the entire surface and shorter licks at specific spots.  He had no idea what he was doing, as this was one act that he had never even heard men talking of, so he decided to just use her reactions to see what the best spots to focus on were.  Bella gasped and moaned as he continued, eventually grabbing hold of his head and pressing him against her more tightly.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this,” she whimpered.

“It’s only fair,” Jon murmured, grinning.  He couldn’t help but feel a stab of pride at how much she was clearly enjoying what he was doing to her.  When his tongue flicked over a specific spot at the top of her cunt, she cried out, throwing her head back against the bed.

“Right there, right there!” Bella cried.

Taking the less-than-subtle hint, Jon focused his attention on that spot, eventually noticing a small little nub covered by what looked like a fleshy hood.  With the tip of his tongue, he pressed against it, and Bella immediately shrieked.

“Stop!” she cried.

“What’s wrong?” Jon asked.

“It feels really good around there, but it’s too much when you lick it directly,” Bella said. “Just...could you circle it with your tongue?”

“Alright,” Jon said.

He did as she suggested and was rewarded for the next couple minutes with a string of barely legible praise from his betrothed.  Her moan and cries grew louder and louder as he continued, and he was sure that she was building towards a peak just like the one she had given him when inspiration struck.  Remembering how good it had felt when she sucked on is cock, he captured that little nub and its hood between his lips and began gently sucking on the sensitive spot.

“Fuck!” Bella screamed, her quivering thighs tightening around his head. “Just like that, just like that, just like that!  You’re amazing!  You’re a fucking god!  FUCK!”

Her whole body began convulsing, and a series of wordless screams erupted from her full lips as her orgasm hit her hard.  Her back arched off the bed, and Jon grabbed her hips to try and hold her steady as she continued to shake uncontrollably.  After a moment, she pushed him away from her and collapsed onto the bed, whimpering and panting for breath.  Jon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat down next to her on the bed, running a hand up along her side until he reached her breast.

“That was...amazing,” Bella panted, leaning into his touch as he gently kneaded the soft mound.

“There will be a next time for that too,” Jon whispered in her ear, making her shudder.

“I think I’m going to like being married to you,” Bella purred, sitting up and kissing him deeply.

He was beginning to suspect that he would as well.  She broke the kiss off and leaned her head against his shoulder as she wrapped a hand around his hard cock and stroked it lightly.  It still felt good, but he didn’t feel like he was going to finish at any moment, as he did the first time.

“Lie down,” Bella whispered in his ear. “I want to be on top the first time, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” Jon said, his pulse quickening with anticipation again.

He laid down on the bed, and Bella made a show of crawling towards him, her round arse high in the air and her pendulous breasts hanging above the bedding and shaking with her every movement.  She moved to straddle him and picked up his cock, holding it against her belly.  Her eyes widened as she saw just how high it reached on her.

“You’re going to fucking ruin me,” Bella whimpered.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jon said.

“It will hurt the first time,” Bella said. “You’ll break through my maidenhead, and I’ll bleed, but after tonight it should feel good.  My mum always said the bigger ones felt better.”

“I didn’t ask before, but she’s…” Jon went to ask.

“A fever a few years ago,” Bella replied before he could finish.

“I’m sorry,” Jon said.

“Thank you,” Bella said, “but I don’t want to think about that right now.  Right now, I want to find out just how much of this horse cock I can take.”

Lining herself up with his bulbous, throbbing head, Bella took a steadying breath as though she were nocking an arrow, and as she let go, she plunged down onto him.

“Ow!” she cried as the head of his cock popped inside her, and Jon sat up immediately, his concern for her outweighing how absolutely divine her cunt felt.

“Are you alright?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

“That really fucking hurt,” Bella hissed, holding onto him for support.

“Do you want to stop?” Jon asked, a selfish part of him desperately hoping that she’d say no.

“No!” Bella exclaimed. “It’ll pass in a minute, or so the girls always said.  If you want to help, just hold me.”

Jon hugged her more tightly and started stroking her hair, trying not to let his fingers catch any possible tangles among her curls.  Bella leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed at his gentle caresses.  Slowly, he felt her relax around him, and after a few moments, she sighed and lifted her head to look at him.

“It’s starting to go away,” Bella said. “I’ll have to go slow, but I think I can start moving again.”

“Go as slowly as you need to,” Jon said as he settled back against the bed. “Just being inside you feels incredible.”

“You’re starting to feel good too,” Bella said.

She sank down a little more, and the both of them groaned at the feeling.  He had thought that being inside her mouth was the most amazing thing in the world, but her cunt was leagues better.  Bella continued her slow, careful descent along his thick shaft, whimpering and cooing as she wiggled and rolled her hips to take more and more of him.

“Oh gods,” she whimpered. “Fuck.”

She continued whimpering those words as she went, and her whole body began to shake as she took the last few inches inside her.  Eventually he felt his head touch the back of her tight tunnel, and her round arse cheeks rested on his thighs.

“I think...that’s all of it,” Bella panted. “Seven fucking hells, you’re big.”

“Does it hurt?” Jon asked.

“Yes, but not like it did at first,” Bella replied, smiling at him. “This is a good hurt, like the burn you feel from a very good stretch, and fuck me, am I stretched.  It’s a good thing I won’t have to become a whore after this.  I doubt I’d even feel other men after you.”

“No one else can have you,” Jon growled, feeling a possessiveness he’d never known.

“Nor you,” Bella snarled, her hands going to his shoulders to support herself. “I’ll fuck you thrice nightly if I have to to keep you in my bed.”

Before Jon could reply to that and promise on his honor that he’d be loyal to her, Bella rose halfway up his shaft, and his breath hitched at how good her tight, clinging walls felt.  The next second, she lowered herself back down, enveloping him once more in her wet heat.  She began fucking him at a slow and gentle pace, grinding on his cock while she whimpered and moaned.

All that he could think of to compare how her vice-tight cunt felt was the few times he had seen cows being milked, and he started thinking of whatever he could to distract him from the utterly divine feeling.  He knew that if she sped up at all, he would finish again, and he didn’t want this to end so soon, or ever, if that was possible.  She did speed up, though, and her breasts started to bounce on her chest, entrancing him.  He moved his hands up from her hips and grabbed the large mounds, bringing one of her pebbled pink nipples to his mouth.

“Oh fuck, yes!” Bella cried, sounding slightly strained. “Suck on my tits, Jon.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice, as he began hungrily feasting on her beautiful breasts, peppering the sensitive flesh with kisses, and sucking on her nipples.  Back and forth, he went between them, and he quickly realized that this was going to be something that he’d want to do often.  If she hadn’t already made him cum when she sucked his cock, he wouldn’t have lasted nearly as long, but as it was, he was as green as the Reach, and his untrained stamina had limits.  He tried thinking of the monstrous creatures Old Nan would tell stories of and even Old Nan herself to try and stave off the inevitable, but it was no use.

“Oh fuck, Bella,” Jon groaned as he came, filling her with his thick white seed.  She held him tight as he came, and he inhaled her alluring scent deeply as he panted for breath.

She continued riding him slowly as he came, trying to prolong his pleasure, and when it had ended, she let his cock slip from her molten depths and lied down next to him, resting her head on his chest and cuddling into him.  Jon wrapped an arm around her tightly, as though he feared she might disappear if he let her go, and began tracing little circles on her back.

“I’m sorry,” Jon said as he caught his breath.

“Don’t be,” Bella said reassuringly. “Your cock felt fucking incredible inside me, and you already gave me more pleasure than I expected when you licked me.”

That made him feel a little better, but he still swore that he was going to learn how to be a better lover.  He might not have seen this gift from the king coming, but the beautiful woman in his bed was going to be his and he hers and if the gods were good, he’d have many, many more nights like this to learn all that he needed to.

“I know I said I’d fuck you multiple times a night, and I plan to, but can we not do any more tonight?” Bella asked. “I’m starting to feel really sore.”

“I’ll bring you back to that cave tomorrow,” Jon promised her. “The warm water will help.”

“You’re incredible,” Bella said.

“You’re the one who’s…” Jon went to reply, only for her soft snores to cut him off.  Smiling, he wrapped his other arm around her and closed his eyes, hoping that when he woke in the morning, this wouldn’t turn out to be a cruel dream.