Episode one: A Cold Whisper {Game of Thrones} (COMPLETED)

Beck

*Flashback*

"I think that's enough for today." Beck spoke softly to the beautiful young lady.

"Aww no I was really enjoying this one, I think I'm starting to get good!"
Beck smile sweetly, "starting?"

This clearly lifted Wylla's spirits, as she strode over to Beck full of confidence and kissed him gently on the lips, but neither could continue due to their grinning faces.

"You're a really good teacher." she breathed in his ear.

They made their way back to New Castle, side by side.

Wylla dragged him up the stairs and made a bee line for her chambers.
"Wylla -"
She shushed him, dragged him through the double doors and entered her massive, cream coloured chamber with a gigantic king sized feather bed in the centre of the room. Beck could almost smell the saltiness of the narrow sea coming from her tall bedroom window. The wind blew a slight breeze into the large and mostly empty room.

She swung the doors closed, and turned to face Beck. They stared at one another for a little while, in complete silence.

"Are you nervous?" she whispered.
Beck shook his head firmly and clenched his sharp jaw tight.
Wylla slipped her garments off her shoulders, piece by piece until she was fully naked, standing in-front of Beck, who was wearing a massive fur covering and big, wet, snow covered boots.

His heart raced, his insides squirmed and tingled, and he started feeling hot.

Wylla was a thin girl. Both of her thighs were about the same width as the rest of her leg, and she certainly wasn't the curviest woman Beck had ever seen naked. She let her green hair fall to her shoulders after removing her high braid. Her hair was short and slightly curled. Her breasts were small and perky. Faint freckles danced across the bridge of her nose and her upper cheeks. She had wide, pink lips and a petite, pointed nose. Her eyebrows were barely visible, due to her natural blonde coloured hair. Her skin, a slightly pinker shade of bisque. Beneath her breasts, her ribs stuck out of her thin physique.

She slowly approached Beck, while all he managed to do was stare at her bare body. She undressed him, bit by bit, until he was as naked as she was.
Beck could not control himself any longer.

He roughly pushed Wylla over to her bed, and flung her onto the soft pillows while she giggled away. He grabbed her thighs, squeezing them in his rough, large and masculine hands and separated her legs forcibly.

He entered Wylla without hesitation. She groaned and tightly grabbed onto her bed sheets, pulling them in toward her. Her whole body tensed as Beck pulled out all the way and thrust himself back in.

All he could think about was her, and for a moment, they were connected, unlike any other girl Beck had ever lain with.

Him and Wylla had become one.