The White Wolf of Winterfell

Chapter 14: Tourney II

During the ongoing Tourney, the participants were granted a brief intermission following the completion of the first round. Amidst this leisurely break, a certain Stark wolf had taken to indulging in a private moment of his own. Concealed by a cluster of small trees, he savoured the flavour of a youthful maiden with great relish and without the fear of any unwanted observers. Brandon Stark licked the neck of the maiden whose small moans were being covered by her sheer will, not getting caught in such a place or doing something like this.

"My Lord, we can't. I am to be wed this fortnight," the young maiden said in a hushed voice, protecting her virginity. But the lusty look she gave Brandon as he pushed her back into the tree, softly parting her legs and positioning himself between her legs, with his manhood inches away from her entrance, did provide a view that genuinely revealed she was beyond denying Brandon's attempts.

"Mmhm, then why you came looking out for me?" Brandon teased softly, making the maiden shiver in anticipation.

"I didn't-"

"Yes, you did. You've been glancing at me since I arrived. Don't deny it," Brandon teased, pushing his cock slowly in but still not penetrating her, just teasing her. The maiden moaned as she couldn't stop grinding her hips towards Brandon, just trying to get him closer to her. "But if you wish, I could go now."

Brandon said, moving away, but the maiden put her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. "No! Don't go, my Lord! Please!"

"Please, what?" Brandon smirked, slowly kissing this girl's exposed neck.

"Please... take my maidenhood, make me a woman," the maiden hissed, lost in pleasure, as Brandon kissed her lovely before inserting himself into her, taking another maidenhood from the South. Brandon moaned softly, relinquishing in the sensation of a virgin's love. Delicious taste. Tender meat. Brandon's inner wolf couldn't be satisfied with just one. He wanted to truly conquer more. Honestly, Brandon didn't know why he was so lustful and why he couldn't steer away from such activities. But a young man he was, and the thrill of sex was something he would never get tired of.

"Brandon! Brandon!" After the initial sensations of pain and pleasure sank him, the maiden moaned, and she just couldn't get enough of Brandon's passion. Brandon, however, didn't even know who the young maiden was. From House Farring...? Or House Chyterring, I think? Brandon grunted, not truly bothering to care, as he increased his thrusting. He didn't need to prolong his release, nor he wanted it. Time was not on his side, so he just felt the pleasure and let his seed into the young maiden.

"Ugh!" Brandon moaned. "I'm giving you all of it! Filling you completely!"

In a moment of clarity, the young maiden seemed to realise how problematic that would be for her. Still, when she was about to protest, Brandon grabbed her legs. He almost brought them up to his shoulders, a position the poor maiden didn't even know she was capable of. Soon enough, the maiden experienced the pleasures of being a woman. She orgasmed, and her face said it all.

Brandon, happy to see such a face, allowed himself to release his seed deep inside the young maiden, bothering not if she were to wed soon or if she would bear his bastard child. It slowly happened. The girl could feel it. Brandon's seed. The Stark sperm filled her womb, platting a Stark child in her. Both Brandon and the maiden were right about that detail. Brandon's child was already inside her, and she could sense it. Yet, the only thing she did, was kiss him deeply, as Brandon refused to pull for a few minutes, making sure he was entirely spent in her.

The young man sighed in relief as Brandon was careful not to throw her on the ground.

"What am I going to do now, my lord?" She whispered softly, looking at Brandon's seed spilling out of her.