Playing the Game Ch. 41 (Game of Thrones) (Patreon)

A/N: Happily stole the idea for this chapter from a commenter on a previous chapter. Reference art at the bottom to avoid spoilers!

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After half a moment, Jon… stays where he is. Quite frankly, he doesn’t know who to step in for. He doesn’t really want to pick a side here. He’d already crushed Ygritte’s dreams, while Val seemed entirely too mean spirited. Sure, the blonde had claimed this wasn’t about Ygritte, but then… why hadn’t she waited until later to approach him? Why had she come here, to this place, to offer herself to him in front of the red head?

No, there were no good options here. He couldn’t justify siding with either woman truth be told. It was better to just let the two wildlings get it out of their system, Jon figured. So long as they didn’t hurt each other too much.

There’s a lot of hair-pulling, scratching, and slapping going on as the two naked beauties roll around on the ground. Ygritte might have started this scuffle, but Val seems to have an early advantage all the same, on account of being fresh and not nearly as sore. And yet… and yet, Ygritte soon proves that there’s a reason she was Queen Upon the Wall and Val was just her advisor.

As the ‘Princess of the Wildlings’, maybe Val would have had a better claim to the title of Queen further down South. In fact, it might have been expected of her. But here and now, Jon begins to see that as smart as Val is, as powerful as her mind is… Ygritte is simply the better fighter in all regards. While she definitely has to spend a moment adjusting to fighting naked, and the creampie he filled her with probably isn’t helping, she nevertheless manages to get Val beneath her, pinning the blonde down and slapping her silly until the fight is beaten out of her.

Jon is just about to step in and call it, not wanting Ygritte to hurt her friend too badly on his behalf, when Ygritte stops herself. Bright blue eyes narrowed dangerously, the red head’s gaze flicks between Val… and Jon’s cock.

“Tch. You want him so badly? Fine, you can have him. On MY terms.”

Jon just raises his eyebrow, as Ygritte yanks Val up by her blonde locks none too gently. The wildling Princess looks a lot less smug than she did when she came into the room several minutes ago, and whimpers as Ygritte all but drags her back over to where she’d been knelt between his legs.

“Open.”

Ygritte’s command is followed by the reluctant wildling, the loser of the cat fight opening wide and taking Jon’s cock back into her mouth. Except, this isn’t Val sucking his dick anymore… this is Ygritte milking his cock with her friend’s throat.

“Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!”

“What? This is what you wanted, isn’t it?!”

Ygritte’s snarl carries quite a lot of hurt in it. Thanks to his divine senses, he can tell that it’s because she’s personally offended, that Val would do this, try to offer herself to him on the night where he’d stolen Ygritte right in her bed.

The red head likely wouldn’t have had a problem with it, if Val had approached things differently. No, she wouldn’t have minded quite as much, if Val were… well, more considerate about it. But by showing up like she had, to give herself to Jon in the moment of Ygritte’s defeat, she’d incensed the fiery red head something fierce.

At the same time though, Jon could tell that Ygritte still cared for Val, immensely. The two women were pretty much as close to one another as Bellegere and Daenerys. Of course, the Black Pearl and his Khaleesi weren’t all that inclined to scuffle like Ygritte and Val had, but that was more because those were women unused to fighting, and more than that, Bellegere happily submitted to Daenerys’ superiority in all things.

In this case, Jon can tell… Val is coming to terms with Ygritte’s superiority over her as well. As the red head face fucks Val upon his throbbing cock, the blonde’s hands come up and grab hold of his thighs. But she doesn’t try to push away, instead, looking up at him, she starts to work with Ygritte, her tongue writhing along the underside of Jon’s shaft.

Ygritte doesn’t notice, but he certainly does. A low groan leaves Jon’s throat, his head tilting back in visible enjoyment of the spasming, convulsing gullet that his cock is buried in, and the enthusiastic, entirely too eager tongue that’s working along his girthy underside.

To think, Val had managed to hide this from him, back when she hadn’t fallen all over herself immediately in Winterfell. Or no, she shouldn’t have been able to hide such a thing from him… which meant this was a recent development. Some time between then and now, she’d decided she wanted a piece of him. Luckily for her and Ygritte, there was more than enough of Jon to go around.

He cums without warning, and as Val sputters, Ygritte’s eyes widen before she grins somewhat maliciously. Shoving her sister in all but blood to the base of his cock, the red head forces Val to desperately swallow his seed, gulping it down as best as she possibly can. But even her best isn’t quite good enough. His cock pulses and her cheeks bulge, before finally his cum explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth. The wildling Princess’ gorgeous face is turned into quite the mess and great big cum bubbles expand out of her flaring nostrils even as Ygritte finally shows mercy and yanks her back off of his cock bodily.

Tilting Val’s head back, the red head makes it clear she hasn’t totally forgiven her yet, by drooling spittle into her mouth in a humiliating display that Jon is a little ashamed to say, arouses him something fierce. There’s just… something so very wild and enjoyable about these two women, being so primal and… aggressive and brutal.

Or rather, Ygritte is being all those things. Val has been soundly beaten in their little scuffle and can do nothing as Ygritte transitions from drooling into her open mouth, to kissing her heatedly, slurping the cum off of Val’s face and locking lips aggressively for a moment. As the two women makeout, Jon’s cock surges back to full mast in no time.

The nascent divinity can already tell what Ygritte intends to do next, after all. He can see the desire to both dominate Val AND give the blonde wildling everything she wants, in the depths of the red head’s soul. As such, he’s not even remotely surprised, when Ygritte rips Val away from the lip lock just as she ripped her away from his cock, before spinning the so-called Princess around and planting her face in the stone of the chamber floor.

Face down, ass up. That’s how Ygritte positions Val, as she reaches back and grabs hold of the other wildling’s ass cheeks, spreading them wide… and drooling more saliva down between them, against her back door. When Val yelps as Ygritte proceeds to stick a finger in her ass and move it around, the answering grin on the red head’s face sends shivers up even Jon’s spine. Still…

“Here. You’ll fuck her here… and nowhere else until the Dead are defeated and the White Walkers slain.”

“What?!”

Val’s indignant squawk results in an immediate retaliation from Ygritte, who lifts a hand up, and then brings it down lightning fast.

SMACK!

“Eep!”

“I said what I said, Val. You wanted this… you’ll get it. But not without some punishment.”

Ygritte’s eyes flash as she delivers her ultimatum. And sure, Jon could have gainsaid her… he could have given Val what she REALLY wanted… but he hadn’t interfered before, and Ygritte had won their little fight. More than that, Val WAS in the wrong, for barging in here and intruding upon their time together. And even more than that… Jon could tell, quite easily, that Ygritte needed this. The red head needed this moment of control… and luckily, despite Val’s indignation, she’s actually not as upset by the idea as it might seem.

Coming down off of the bed, onto his knees, Jon places his cockhead against Val’s back door. Coated in her saliva and other fluids, his member glistens in the moonlight that pervades the Night Watch Commander’s Quarters. Slowly, he begins to push forward, with Val moaning into the floor and Ygritte keeping her ass cheeks spread nice and wide, watching as he proceeds to split her fellow wildling open upon his cock.

“F-Fuck. So… so BIG.”

Grinning wickedly, Ygritte just nods, eyes fixated on the sight of him penetrating Val anally.

“Damn straight he is. Give it to her harder. I want her to really feel it… and to know what she’s missing out on, for the time being.”

Val whines, as Jon raises an eyebrow at that.

“Y-Ygritte, y-you bitch!”

But there’s no heat to her words. Even the blonde has come to realize she was in the wrong. And, to Jon’s honest surprise, he can tell the two women are already well on their way to reconciling. What he’s seeing from their souls matches up with the smirk on Ygritte’s face, as she laughs at Val’s misfortune. While Jon begins to fuck the blonde wildling woman even harder in the ass, Ygritte reaches down and around, under him, to slap at Val’s sopping wet pussy with the heel of her palm.

Crying out, Val’s anal passage clenches down around his cock, milking him for all its worth. He doesn’t let up though, continuing to fuck her right then and there, jackhammering into her with considerable speed and might as her bowels stretch to accommodate his sizable shaft. Val’s groans and squeals fill the room, right alongside the squelching of her anus and the squirting of her empty cunt as Ygritte lays smack after smack across her mound.

The ‘punishment’, if it can even really be called that, continues for quite some time, until Jon finally finishes inside of Val, though not in her womb as the wildling Princess had clearly wanted. But then, her Queen had made her decree, and Jon at least was going to make sure to honor that. Val’s cunt would remain untouched until AFTER the evil monsters coming for their souls were fully defeated.

This, Jon was resolved to make a reality… even if Val was definitely intent on trying his resolve with a dogged determination. After all, as soon as he had pulled out of her ass and laid back down on the bed with Ygritte curled into his right side, the blonde wildling was up on the bed as well on his left, stroking his cock with her hand and curling in just as closely.

If Daenerys had anything to say about him leaving to tame one wildling woman and ending up with two, he was going to cut her off and remind her that all of this was HER idea. Honestly…

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There is some… token grumbling from the Free Folk when it comes out that Jon Stole Ygritte in the night. And by token grumbling, there are a handful of direct challenges for his new title. Jon accepts all comers, of course. Sure, he has three massive fuck-off dragons, sure he has a huge army… but he can’t be constantly focusing on everything at all times, even if he is a god.

Instead, he lets those with rage and malice in their hearts come to him and he kills them, one by one. Oh, not all of them. Some of the Free Folk who challenge him aren’t quite as bad as the others. He lets those live, and only kills the ones who would make problems for him and his, Army of the Dead be damned.

They need to be united for the fight ahead, there’s no doubt about that in Jon’s mind. Luckily, the Free Folk as a whole aren’t so thickheaded that they can’t understand power when they see it. After Jon spends most of the morning fielding challenges, cutting off heads, and all around displaying his unstoppable combat prowess, they quiet down quite a lot, and a look at the inhabitants of the Wall with his extra senses lets him know that none of them are plotting against him in the moment, at least.

Oh, there’s a few who might try something once the threat of the White Walkers and their Army of the Dead has passed, but those can be handled afterwards. Right now, they need all hands on deck. The Wall isn’t going to protect itself after all, and the Free Folk had effectively cannibalized the last remnants of the other organization that guarded it.

In the coming days and weeks, the rest of Jon’s forces, as well as their supplies, arrived at the Wall. With the Free Folk already manning most of the castles, Jon’s Unsullied, Dothraki, and Northmen all made for excellent reinforcements all along the Wall’s length. For the first time in thousands of years, the Wall’s true purpose was being fulfilled once more. It was almost enough to make one weep in joy and pride.

Unfortunately, Jon could see what was coming for them. The Dark Power coming from the True North, moving inexorably south towards the Wall and its defenders. This was it. This was the Second Battle of the Dawn. There would be no do-overs. There would be no room for errors. Jon had put himself in charge, which meant it was all on him and his nascent divinity. They would win or lose, entirely on his decisions.

When the day finally came, that the Army of the Dead arrived at the forest’s edge just north of the Wall, Jon stood atop the massive structure and gazed down, his glowing gold eyes zeroing in on the true power behind this army, the true Darkness he’d been feeling all this time. Although, to his surprise… that Darkness was hiding something.

The followers of R’hllor had a name for this feeling of Darkness. They called it the Great Other, and named it the god of darkness, cold, evil, and fear. The counterpart to R’hllor, the Lord of light, the god of fire.

Well, now that Jon is laying eyes on it, he finds there’s some truth to what they said… and quite a lot of inaccuracy. For one, there is no Great Other. Not truly. Thanks to his divinity, Jon knows exactly who he’s looking at right now. In the same way that his essence rings with his titles, the Stallion Who Mounts the World, the Prince Who Was Promised… so too does the entity at the back of the army of the dead radiate with a title as well. The Night King.

He is a being of pure darkness. His power is immense, perhaps even a match for Jon’s own. However… he is not alone. The Night King represents darkness, to be sure. Beside him, however, is a presence that was hidden from Jon’s senses, moving silently in the Night King’s shadow all this time.

The Corpse Queen sits astride her own undead mount alongside her King and stares up at Jon with unflinching glowing blue eyes as the Night King does the same right beside her. Both are as aware of him as he is of them. Where the Night King’s ‘crown’, if it could be called that, comes in the form of naturally grown horns protruding from his skull, the Corpse Queen wears a crown of frozen ice upon her brow.

Where the Night King is bald, showing off those aforementioned protruding horns all the more menacing, the Corpse Queen has long, flowing white locks, all the way down to her back. She reminds Jon of Daenerys, in a way. So small, beside her King. And yet… not to be underestimated.

Her Domain is of Ice and Frost. The Night King is of Death and Darkness. The former has a place in this world. Winter must always come eventually, after all. But the latter… the latter would see the world destroyed. It is… discomfiting to see them so close to each other. The Night King and his Corpse Queen, come to destroy the living. But was she truly on his side? Was she truly that set on conquering all?

Jon’s eyes can’t help but focus on the collar around the Corpse Queen’s neck, and wonder if it was just a fashion statement, or something more. At the same time though, he can’t spend too long wondering. He needs to make a decision.

His initial plan had been to immediately take the fight to the Night King, once he showed himself. While Jon’s Army of the Living fought the Army of the Dead, he was going to engage in god on god combat with the Dark God commanding him. That had been the plan… but now he hesitates, face to face with two gods instead of one.

And yet… the Old Gods sing through him and every person upon the Wall. Here, their power is concentrated into its purest form. Can Jon truly stay back, can he truly remain upon the Wall like… like a coward, and avoid the much needed coming fight?

What was he to do? Let them come to him? Or take the fight to them? Either way, he would be risking everything. But then, that was always the case. Jon could have run back to Essos with his loved ones, but he’d be leaving the rest of Westeros to their deaths. No… this was it. This was where he made his stand.

He just had to decide what form that stand was going to take.

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Reference Art for the Corpse Queen.