BELOW ZERO: The Green Knight & The Winter Wolf VOL 3 (Cregan Stark x OC)

Chapter Twelve (Cregan)

CHAPTER TWELVE

Cregan

Winterfell

*SMUT WARNING*

Randyll Dustin thinks I need a night to leave Rickon with the wet nurses and Winterfell's favorite elderly woman who I swear has been old since I was Rickon's age. Even my father used to say she was permanently old.

Some people say she's a witch or a child of the forest disguised as one of us. Whatever the case may be, she's good with watching my son and putting him to bed. So, on Randyll's orders I'm sitting in this stupid tavern when I should be back in my solar managing the coin of Winterfell and arranging for how much grain and meat each household will get with the upcoming winter.

Rather I'm sitting here while Randyll is pointing out women to me left and right. "That girl over there with the nose jewelry, she's from either Dorne or Volantis. A rare beauty isn't she? We don't have beautiful women like this in the north. Last girl my mother tried to set me up with had legs hairier than mine own."

"Randyll... That's just wrong and rude and-"

"Oh I think she likes you; she's coming over here!" Randyll grips onto my arm and shakes me like a madman.

The girl with the nose jewelry comes over and sits by me. She has a honey and lavender scent to her that is pleasant enough for me to move a little closer. Her hand falls onto my thigh and I realize I'm instantly hard.

"And you are?"

"L-Lord... C-Cregan." I sound like a fumbling fool.

She snorts a laugh and then runs her tongue across her full lips. "I am Tyene of Dorne. My ship came to White Harbor for some trades and I decided to explore the north. It is rather cold here, my Lord. Could you keep a Dornish girl warm for the evening?"

My eyes gaze up and down her entire body. Her curves are immaculate and I find myself biting down on my bottom lip until I taste the iron tang of blood in my mouth. Fuck.. She's going to fuck my whole world up. Her hand trails higher up my thigh and I give her a single nod.

"Where are you staying, Lady Tyene?" I ask.

She blinks at me with eyes of gold that are darkened with kohl and hair of ebony silk that cascades down her back. Braided along the top and sides before it melts perfectly down to her hip. I swallow hard but my mouth is completely dry.

"I'm staying upstairs." Fucking. Perfect.

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Dornish girls are screamers.

I've barely stuck the tip in her and Tyene is screaming loud enough for the entire tavern to go silent every few moments while I try to inch in more. I'm certain at this point Old Nan can hear Tyene back at the castle.

"Tyene can you uh... Bite down on that pillow?" I need her to muffle her shrieking moans before she entirely kills my hard on. Which I didn't think would be possible when she took her clothes off and that dress did her no justice. And she was fucking sexy in that dress she had on.

She's bent over on the bed right now; I'm inching myself in and she yelps again. I grab the pillow and put it to her mouth.

"Come on baby, don't kill the moment." I tell her as I force myself to ignore all the sounds she's making and just look at her perfectly shaped ass. Like a fresh peach in summer, I slap it and that may have been a horrid mistake.

She laughs and then shrieks again.

"Tyene... Please..." I beg her and she finds it comical.

After repeating this process about six more times I'm not even hard anymore. I pull out and immediately grab my clothes and dress myself. Tyene sits up on the bed and looks at me with pure frustration.

"Where the fuck are you going? Are you already done? I have not even come yet, Lord Cregan!" She complains and her hand drifts to her center and she starts to tease herself. Stroking the tips of her fingers up and down her clit. "Play with me, my Lord of Stark... Play with the pretty girl from Dorne. Taste a flavor that you will never experience in your life. Your friend said it best... Northern girls are not nearly as beautiful as the girls in Dorne."

How the fuck did she know that?

"Tyene... I'm sorry. I can't do this. I really can't. I... I haven't touched a woman since my wife-"

"I do not see your wife, Lord Winter."

"Stark." I correct her. "Lord of Winterfell."

"Who cares." She stands up and tries to grab me but I take a step back. "Where is your wife? Clearly she does not please you. You found yourself in a tavern with only a male friend... Perhaps you prefer to have a male friend? That is fine. We do not shame that in Dorne."

"I don't take male companions, Tyene. I... My wife is dead. She died in childbirth nearly two years ago. I have been alone since and you have my most sincere apologies. I did not have the intentions of sleeping with you or anyone tonight. Or ever again-"

"She is dead." Tyene repeats back with a grin. "You should not feel guilty. The dead feel nothing at all. They are dead. But me? I feel everything... I want to feel you deep inside me-"

I groan loudly in annoyance. "Perhaps if you shut the fuck up I could have fucked you the way I wanted to when we entered this room. But you shriek like a cat that's been whipped while in heat. It's... It makes me soft. I do not like it."

Tyene slaps me across the face.

"I deserve that."

She slaps me again.

"And probably that one too-"

Before she can strike me again I grab her by the wrist and gently sit back down onto her bed. Using a sheet to cover her still nude body as I finish getting my boots and cloak on. She stares at me with a death-defying glare.

"Is this how you want to end this night? Truthfully?" She crosses her arms and gives me a sinister scowl.

I nod.

"I am sorry to have wasted your time."

"Randyll best pay me still." She scoffs. "I did not approach you for free. I did not do any of this for free."

I turn on my heels and look down at her. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"Randyll Dustin paid me to fuck you. He said you were in desperate need of a beautiful woman to change your life. Apparently I am not that woman. But he still owes me for the two pumps and soft cock that you gave me."

"Why don't you go and fuck Randyll then."

Tyene was completely and utterly offended. To which I could not disagree but I find myself far more offended that Randyll would pay this girl to fuck me in hopes of taking me out of my own self misery that I've lived in for two years now. Realistically since Arra was pregnant and I found out she was using me for money for her father.

"I will!" She stood up wrapped in the sheet and glared at me. "You do have a nice cock though... Even when it is soft."

I roll my eyes and head for the door.

And for the first time I am relieved to walk through the doors of my castle, walking into the nursery where my son is fast asleep and seeing him in his cradle. Snoring away and dreaming of hopefully a world much more beautiful than this one. Maybe dreaming of his mother too.