FIC: The Young Wolf's Journey, Chapter 9: No Maiden (October 2022) (Patreon)

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“You don’t believe me,” Meera said. It wasn’t a question.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Robb said delicately, not wanting to offend the daughter of one of his most loyal bannermen. “I don’t think you made it all the way from Winterfell to Moat Cailin, and arrived so soon after we retook it, by accident or without purpose. And my brother Bran may still be a child, but he’s not a fool. He wouldn’t have sent you here if he didn’t believe in your brother’s visions.”

“But you don’t believe them.” Meera stressed. “At least not enough to grant Bran’s request and let us take him beyond the Wall.”

“It’s not about what I believe, Meera” he said, frowning. Robb wouldn’t immediately dismiss Meera’s talk of her brother Jojen’s green dreams. Several of his advisors, particularly the southrons, had made no secret of how ridiculous they found the tales. But after everything he’d seen, from that shadow that had assassinated Renly in his tent to that horribly realistic dream (had it really been a dream, or something else?) where his half-brother Jon took an arrow to the leg, how could he scoff at the possibility of Jojen Reed possessing greensight?

“There is simply no way for King Robb to justify sending his brother beyond the Wall,” Meera’s father, Howland Reed, said, frowning himself. Apparently Howland had sent his two children to Winterfell after his son had a green dream about a winged wolf, so the man obviously took Jojen seriously. But he still saw the situation for what it was, and he understood what Robb could and could not do. “Not with the wildlings approaching.”

“Not to mention some of the other things approaching, if the letters from the Night’s Watch are to be believed,” a smirking Theon said from beside Robb. Meera did not react to the jape, but Robb’s frown deepened.

He’d already heard those stories, of course. The wildling woman who’d attacked Bran in the wolfswood had insisted that Robb was preparing to march the wrong way when he summoned the banners; that he should be marching north to deal with the Others rather than south to try and save his father. Robb had dismissed her without much thought back then, but remembering some of the things he’d seen since leaving Winterfell made him feel uneasy about the persistence of those stories and the ravens that had periodically arrived from the Wall.

During Robb’s time in Casterly Rock, Tyrion had mentioned a man of the Night’s Watch had come to King’s Landing while he was serving as Joffrey’s Hand of the King. The man, a Ser Alliser Thorne, had come in order to present him what was allegedly a severed hand that had belonged to such a creature. The hand had rotted, as you’d expect any normal hand to do when it had been severed from the rest of the arm. Tyrion had made a jape of the whole thing, and Robb had smiled easily enough, but he had not been able to help the uneasy feeling that grew in his stomach. It sounded ridiculous, and not so very long ago he would have rolled his eyes like everyone else did. But he thought about that shadow, about Renly being cut down right before his eyes, and about the words spoken by Stannis’ red priestess, which continued to stick in his mind even with everything that had happened since.

Your place is north. Was he really marching in the right direction?

He shook his head to dispel those thoughts. Regardless of his unease, he’d chosen his direction when he accepted Margaery’s proposal and took her as his wife. He’d defeated the Lannisters, retaken Moat Cailin and regained access to the North with it, and he could not have done any of it without the aid of the Tyrells and their bannermen. Now he must honor his agreement and fight to claim the Iron Throne. Others would have to defend the Wall.

“Whatever the truth of those tales may be, I do take the threat of the wildlings seriously,” Robb said aloud, brushing past the tales of the undead that Theon had japed of and focusing on the thing that was easier to comprehend.

The Night’s Watch regularly asked for the realm to send them more men to man the Wall, but the urgency of their present situation was such that they had sent men to Winterfell to plead for immediate aid. Meera had brought that request to him in person, and it had been a much easier one to deal with than Bran’s. A force comprised of Northmen would be sent to aid the Night’s Watch in fending off the wildlings. It wasn’t a massive force; Robb had the battle with Stannis to think of, and he also had to leave a small garrison behind here in Moat Cailin in case the Ironborn attempted to retake it. But they were armed and armored, and good fighters all. Robb was confident that they would be enough to help the Night’s Watch defend the Wall against the wildling army preparing to march on it. If there truly were…other foes from beyond the Wall still to be fought afterwards, that would have to be something they faced when the time came. He could only fight so many enemies at once, and for now, he needed to focus on the ones he actually knew existed.

“I thank you for coming to me with word on the situation at the Wall, but it is for just that reason that I cannot allow my brother to head north. There must always be a Stark in Winterfell, and with me gone, that is Bran’s place.” It would likely always be Bran’s place now, with Robb pledged to try and take the Iron Throne. Between his duties and his physical injures, he couldn’t imagine Bran ever being free to go north of the Wall, though he didn’t say as much aloud.

Meera didn’t look angry or even surprised. She just nodded as if she’d expected this all along. “I told him you would refuse,” she said. “I told them both. But they insisted that I should come and ask you in person.”

“And so you have,” Robb said, smiling at her. “We are honored to have you, my lady.”

Meera smiled back at him as Robb held his cup of wine up in the air in salute. Theon, meanwhile, leaned towards Robb to make a jape.

“I’m sure you would be honored to have her, Your Grace,” Theon whispered, though not quietly enough in Robb’s opinion. “I wonder if you’d be the first?”

Robb sipped his wine as if nothing inappropriate had been whispered, and hoped that Meera (or worse, Howland) hadn’t heard him. Greyjoy was almost a brother to him, but his damned mouth was going to cause them both problems one day!

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“I hope you don’t mind me calling on you this late,” Meera said, giving Robb that same cheerful smile he’d gotten used to throughout the day.

“Not in the least,” he said, stepping back to allow her into his bedchamber. Robb had been writing a letter for Meera to take back with her and give to Bran when she returned to Winterfell, but he was glad for the distraction. He sat down on the edge of his bed and motioned for Meera to take the chair he'd been sitting in when she arrived. “Is there something I can do for you, Meera?” She’d already made it clear that she did not want to be addressed by anything other than her name, with no titles attached. “Were the chambers you were given not to your liking?”

“It’s not that,” she said, shaking her head with a little laugh. “The bed was far more comfortable than anything I’ve had to sleep on since I left Winterfell to come here. I came because I wanted to speak with you more. There was something I heard that I want to respond to.”

“Ah,” Robb said, holding back a sigh. So she wasn’t going to give in that easily when it came to her brother’s green dreams and Bran’s desire to be taken north of the Wall. “I don’t mean to disappoint you, especially after you came all this way to see me, but I’m afraid I can’t change my decision on Bran. I’m not trying to disrespect your brother’s greensight, but with everything that’s happening right now—“

“I didn’t mean that,” Meera said, gently interrupting him. “As I said, I didn’t expect anything else. I was talking about what I heard your friend Theon whisper to you.”

Robb winced. “You heard that, did you?” Apparently he was right about Theon’s mouth causing him problems, and he didn’t have to wait any longer for those problems to arise. “I apologize for that. Friend or not, I should not have allowed him to disrespect you like that." Robb bowed his head towards her. "Please accept my apologies, Meera."

She let out a little laugh, and he looked up to see her giving him the same smile he was quickly becoming familiar with. He relaxed, relieved that she was not angry, or was not holding it against him at least.

"You have nothing to apologize for," she said, shaking her head. "It was him who said it, not you. And if you'd scolded him for it, it would only have been more awkward. I didn't come to demand an apology or anything like that. I came to give you an answer." To Robb's surprise, Meera took her shoes off and then began to undo her breeches made of lambskin. He watched on silently, appreciating her slender legs as they were revealed to him.

"I am no maiden, Your Grace," she said, moving to take off her sleeveless jerkin next. "As crannogmen, we live closer to nature, and sex is a natural part of life. We don't worry about remaining 'pure' until marriage. If we meet someone we want to have sex with, we aren't afraid to just ask." She'd gotten naked above the waist while she spoke to him, and Robb took her body in. Her breasts were small, but they fit her short, slim body perfectly. She might not necessarily fit the typical idea of a beautiful highborn lady, but much like Dacey, she was sexy in her own way. Much like with Dacey's perfect combination of sexiness and physical strength, Meera's slim, cute little body aroused Robb's interest and made his cock come to life quickly.

"And Theon's question about me wasn't the only interesting thing I've heard here in Moat Cailin," Meera said. She was standing there in just her smallclothes now, looking completely at ease to have him staring at her openly. "I heard that Dacey Mormont often shares your tent when you make camp, or your bed when you have one. Is that true?"

"It is," Robb said, licking his lips as he looked from Meera's small, perky breasts to her smallclothes, the only article of clothing she still had on. It didn't take any great intellect to see where this was going, and while he hadn't expected it from Meera, he would welcome the cute crannogwoman into his bed without hesitation, particularly if her people really did have such a lax view on sex that there was no risk of creating friction with her father should he learn of it.

"Does your queen know, and choose to look the other way?" Meera asked, her hands now working to remove her smallclothes as well.

Robb laughed. "It was she who encouraged me to seek comfort wherever I should find it while we were apart. She even shared a bed with me and Dacey while we were in Casterly Rock."

"That, I heard nothing of," Meera said, sounding amused. "It sounds like an interesting story, but I was hoping we could have an interesting night of our own, Your Grace, if it pleases you."

"It definitely pleases me," Robb said, smiling as he watched her smallclothes get tossed down on top of the pile with the rest. "But it would please me more if you called me just Robb, at least for tonight. There's nothing kingly about what we're going to do in this bed."

Meera laughed and stepped closer, and he took a good look at her hardened nipples as she stopped right in front of him. "As you wish. Now I think we have some work to do, Robb."

He had begun to undo his breeches, but Meera took over for him. She was pulling them down his legs and getting his cock free with enough speed and ease that he could tell it was not her first time doing something like this. His arousal had already been growing thanks to staring at her body bared before him, and her look of approval when she got her first look at him didn’t hurt either.

“Good to know my instincts about men are still sharp,” she said, continuing to stare at his cock. “Now I’ll prove to you that I know what I’m doing.”

Robb already had little doubt about that. She’d had an easy confidence about her as she approached him, and that same confidence was evident as she dropped to her knees in front of him now. She grabbed his cock and held it steady as she stuck her tongue out and took several long licks along his entire length, and she planted a kiss on the tip while staring straight up at him. Her green eyes looked up steadily, showing her confidence as she parted her lips and wrapped them around his cockhead. She wasn’t cocky, but she had every confidence in her ability to please him.

Meera began to suck, and Robb could feel that her confidence was well-earned. It wasn’t just a lack of fear or hesitance that spoke to this not being her first time with a cock in her mouth. She showed clear skill as well, not just bobbing her head and taking his cock in, but keeping her tongue moving as well. Her hands remained involved, too, stroking at the base of his cock and squeezing his balls to assist her bobbing and licking.

When she took his cock out of her mouth, dipped down and attacked his balls instead, she showed that she was more than ready to get messy as well. Meera licked all over his balls and then took them into her mouth, sucking them one by one. Throughout it all, she kept staring up at him, letting him see her face and the excitement in her eyes as she used her mouth on him. No, Meera Reed was not a maiden by any stretch. She had experience, and she had talent too. She was bringing Robb great pleasure with her mouth, and had he been in the mood to simply sit back and enjoy her service, she was clearly prepared to keep skillfully sucking him until she had a mouthful of seed to swallow.

That wasn’t what Robb wanted, though. Meera’s eyes showed confusion for the first time when his hand came to rest on the knot that held her brown hair out of her face, but rather than undoing that knot or grabbing her head to force her down deeper onto his cock, he pulled out of her mouth entirely.

“Come up here,” he said, scooting back on his arse and getting down flat on his back in the center of the bed. “You’re not the only one who knows how to use their mouth. Come climb on top of me and let me show you.”

Meera smiled brightly and hopped up to her feet. “My father always said that a good ruler should look to serve those underneath him as much as they serve him,” she said. She climbed onto the bed and crawled over him, spinning around straddling his head. Her hips lowered, and her beautiful cunt slowly got closer and closer to his face. Robb waited patiently for her to sit down, but as soon as her cunt reached his lips, he wasted no time in showing her his own ability to serve.

Robb could taste Meera’s arousal on his tongue as he began to lick up and down her outer lips. She let out a cute little moan of approval, but Robb wasn’t content to stick to that basic technique or settle for such a quiet reaction out of her. He shifted through several of the different skills he’d learned throughout his previous experiences eating cunt, searching for the one that would work best for Meera and bring the biggest reaction out of her.

For Meera, what worked the best was using his tongue almost like the pointy tip of a spear that was aimed at her clit. She had already taken his cock back into her mouth and resumed her wonderful blowjob, but his latest technique brought her enough pleasure to make her freeze and moan around his cock. Robb needed no stronger signal than that, and now that he had his target, he was able to bring Meera the same sort of pleasure that he’d been receiving from her all this time.

A king he might be, but Robb did not want to be selfish in bed. He wanted his lovers to enjoy their time with him every bit as much as he enjoyed being with them, and he worked hard to please Meera and ensure that she had no cause to regret her decision to pay a visit to his bedchamber that evening. It wasn’t the easiest thing for him to keep his focus when she was bobbing her head so quickly, swallowing him so easily and sucking him so well.

But Robb never let Meera’s skill get the better of him. She was experienced, and she was good, but so was he. He gave as good as he received, and even as Meera’s wet, sloppy blowjob pushed him rapidly towards his orgasm, he continued to keep his tongue working. If he was going to bow to her skill, he would see to it that he wasn’t the only one brought to his knees, so to speak.

With Meera’s skill, plus her earlier beginning, Robb felt no shame in finishing before she did. His hips jerked beneath her and his seed began to fill her mouth, and Meera responded by bobbing her head lower down his cock and sucking down everything he gave her as fast as he could give it. Robb did not allow himself to be overwhelmed by the excitement of his orgasm, however. Even as Meera swallowed his seed, he kept licking her clit, determined to bring her over the edge with him. He was rewarded with a muffled moan from her, and her thighs pressing tighter against his head as she came. Only once he had succeeded in showing Meera what he could do and licked her to completion did he allow himself to relax. He smiled against her cunt as they recovered from their shared pleasure.

“I’ll need a minute or two to recover from that,” Meera said after pulling her mouth off of his cock. “You know what you’re doing, Robb.”

“So do you,” he said, smiling at her as she got off of his face and sat down on the bed beside him. “Theon doesn’t know how right he was about how happy I am to have you with me tonight.”

“And he never will,” she said, “at least not for himself. Feel free to tell him all about it, though.” She straddled his lap and began to lazily wiggle against him. It didn’t feel like she was really trying to get him hard again just yet, but was more just teasing him.

“I will,” he said. “The next time he says something particularly irritating, I’ll be sure to rub this in his face.”

“So it’ll probably come up sometime tomorrow while we’re breaking our fast, then,” she laughed. Robb chuckled and brought his hands to her hips, slowly stroking her skin under his fingertips. She might hunt, fish and fight more than would be considered acceptable for the ladies of most noble houses, but her skin was still soft beneath his fingers, and her pert little arse felt great against his cock as she wiggled. Even if she wasn’t putting much effort into getting him hard again yet, he could already tell that his body wouldn’t take too long to respond.

There was an easy, comfortable silence between them as they both relaxed, feeling right at home with her wiggling around naked on top of him. They both had enough experience and enough trust in the other to be confident that there was more fulfillment yet to come, and there was no need to rush it.

When they were ready to go again, they didn’t discuss it; they didn’t need to. They could both sense the arousal and the desire for more, and they didn’t need to say a word. Meera just began to rock against him with more force and purpose, directly rubbing against his cock, smiling as she felt it harden beneath her quickly. Robb would have been happy to put her on her back and take it from there if that was what she had wanted, but Meera didn’t want to get off of him. The only change she made was that she sat straight up on him as she lined herself up and prepared to take his cock inside of her. Robb waited patiently while she slowly slid down, taking just the tip at first.

“I’ll need to take this slow at first,” she said. “There hasn’t been much time, or a suitable man, while I’ve been in Winterfell. And even if there had been the time or the man, I’d still need some time to get used to having something this big inside of me.”

Robb smiled; no man would ever be disappointed at a comment like that. “Take all the time you need,” he said. His hands ran from her hips to her arse, and he gave her cute cheeks a squeeze. “We have all night.”

“We do,” she agreed, smiling back. “That means we should both have time to show what we can do. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to go first.”

“By all means, show me,” he said, groaning as Meera sank down lower onto his cock. She did indeed take her time to get comfortable, moving slowly at first. Even that felt damn good for him. She was tight around his cock, and she knew how to move her body. Speed wasn’t really a necessity when she could grind on his cock like this.

And when she did start to ride him faster, Robb had even more reason to groan. She didn’t seem interested in simply bouncing up and down on him; Meera was going for moving her hips back and forth. She eventually got comfortable enough with it that her cute little tits shook in front of his face. Robb couldn’t help grabbing, squeezing and eventually sucking on the crannogwoman’s perky breasts as she rocked back and forth on his cock.

Meera was showing him what she could do, and it felt wonderful. Had she kept rocking on him just as she was, it was inevitable that they both would have arrived at another powerful orgasm sooner or later. But Robb felt the wolf within him demanding to be let out of its cage, ready to pounce on its latest conquest.

“My turn now?” he asked roughly. He was ready to show her what he could do, but he wouldn’t act on his desires unless she was ready for him to take over.

“Do it,” she said without hesitation. The words had barely passed her lips before he rolled them over and reversed their positions. He picked her legs up and threw them over his shoulders, leaning his weight down onto her as he slid his cock right back inside of her.

There was no slow entry for him, nor did she ask for one. Meera had gotten them both prepared for this with her ride, and now Robb was going to push them both as hard and as fast as they could do. His hips slammed forward, driving his cock deep inside of her slender body with each forceful thrust he gave her. Meera was ready for them, moaning loudly as he fucked her. The wolf had been unleashed, and Meera was happy to be claimed by him tonight.

Something about fucking that tight, slender body, watching those cute little tits shake and listening to the crannogwoman moan with delight as he fucked her made Robb want to brag not just to Theon, but to everyone in Moat Cailin. He wanted them all to know that Meera Reed was nowhere close to a maiden. She was a sexual woman, a woman who knew what she wanted, knew how to fuck, and loved to get fucked. No maiden would ever have been able to take a fuck like this, where Robb’s balls smacked against her arse as he forced his cock deep inside of her cunt fast enough to rock the bed beneath them.

He wouldn’t actually go and brag about it to everyone, of course. Whatever casual attitude the crannogmen seemed to have about sex, he wasn’t going to openly boast about tonight’s activities to Howland Reed. But if Theon ever happened to jape about Meera again, Robb would remember what it felt like to pound the crannogwoman into the bed, and he would smile.

He would also remember the feeling of her already tight cunt squeezing him even tighter as she came with a loud moan, and how he had to fend off an almost overpowering urge to fill her with his seed then and there. He couldn’t do that, however much the wolf might have wanted to, because he had promised to keep to Margaery. But he did not want to remove his cock from Meera’s cunt and deprive her of this pleasure until she’d gotten the full climax that she deserved, so Robb set his jaw and fought with all his might to hold off on his release. It was incredibly difficult to ignore the demands of his body and the pleasure trying to burst free, but he had two different women to think about, and he refused to disappoint either of them.

Robb won the battle and defied his own body’s demands, continuing to move his cock inside of Meera’s cunt until her moans quieted and her shoulders slumped. As soon as he saw that, Robb knew that it was time for him to listen to his body. He hastily pulled his cock out of her, and he was barely free of her before he began to fire his seed along her flat belly. On a whim, he aimed higher towards the end and got her chest sticky as well. Meera giggled and used her hands to push her breasts together, making them an easier target for him to hit.

Bran wouldn’t get the answer he’d been hoping for, and Theon would never know just how honored Robb had been to have Meera in his bed for a night. But from Robb’s perspective, tonight had been more than worth Meera’s journey from Winterfell.