AN: So, I gave in and wrote a smut scene with Gilly. It seemed wrong to leave out the one canon girl from Craster's.
Jon massaged his hand after the day's work. He had finished the final work on his saddle, partially with the help of some of the Children, and all it needed was to be fitted on his dragon. It should be easy enough given that he had done it several times during its construction to ensure that it was the right size and attached securely to its scales. He had even gone on a few flights to test it.
The final fitting would need to be done first thing the next day before they started their journey. As if sensing that thought, Cannibal let out a rumbling sound, eager to return to the warmer climes. He laughed at the dragon's grumbling.
He was constantly worried about their bond, but at least he was sure now that it wouldn't just fly away from him one day and completely ignore him. At least as long as he did not demand that the dragon fight or risk its life in some way.
With that assurance, he stood up and walked to the nearby stream, stripping on the way, before stepping into the water. It only came to his waist, but that was sufficient for cleaning himself. The sun was setting and the water was cold, yet it did not bother him much. He groaned as the water drained away his exhaustion and thought about the reply Redwing had brought with him from the Starks.
He had managed to convince them that he needed to speak with them about something very important, but could not come to Winterfell, and thus had invited someone to come meet him in an abandoned tower in the Wolfswood. It was just far away from Winterfell that he would reach it on his dragon a couple days before the Stark representative should.
A rustle in the bushes brought him out of his musings and he saw a girl approaching him from the newly formed village's side of the stream. He stilled and lowered himself until only his head was above water. But the caution seemed unnecessary as the girl turned out to be carrying nothing but a platter of food.
He stood back up, letting the water drip from his hair that had lengthened down to his shoulders.
"Who's there?" He called.
"It's me." Came a stuttered reply, before adding, "I'm Gilly."
Jon blinked in surprise and picked up the towel he had left for himself, then walked towards the opposite bank that his visitor was on, staring at him from half a dozen feet, slightly trembling.
He dried his hair and stepped out of the stream while wrapping it around his waist.
"What have you got there, Gilly?"
She forced her eyes from his chest and looked at the food she had brought.
"Ah, food. Nella said that," She took a moment to remember what the leader of their village had said, before continuing, "You were looking a little displeased. So she is sending a little gift to cheer you up."
He chuckled and looked her up and down, dressed in only a single layer of clothing. He reached her and took the plate from her, giving the food a pleased sniff. It was one of the milk-based sweets from Vale that Mya had taught them to make.
For all her hatred for the wildlings, she had acclimated surprisingly well among the women here. Even now, his wives were back in the village, saying their farewells to the friends they had made there.
"Is that why you are dressed like that?" He asked the girl his age, who had wrapped her hands around herself as protection from the cold. "Are you just bringing the gift, or are you the gift?"
She blushed and looked away. Out of curiosity, he had once asked Nella about Gilly and she had pointed her out to him. Clearly Nella had remembered that, and thought that he was interested in the girl.
"It's a pretty dress." He commented while grabbing a piece of the sweet and taking a bite, ignoring the spoon that was thoughtfully provided on the plate.
"Did you make it yourself?"
She shook her head. "Just the embroidery." Then gave him a strange look.
"You have a question." He prompted. "Go ahead and ask."
"Aren't you cold? You're still wet!" She asked hurriedly.
"A little. I'll probably catch a cold." He lied.
"You will?" She asked worriedly.
He nodded. She stretched her hand halfway to him, before stopping. "Then why? You should dry yourself!"
"Hmm, I would have, but then you brought me this food and it'd be rude not to eat it. Why don't you dry me?"
"Me?!" She squeaked.
"What? You won't help me from not catching a cold?"
She blushed again and gulped, but moved closer. Then she realised,
"I don't have a towel."
"I do." He answered and looked at the towel around his waist like it was the obvious choice.
She gave him an incredulous look but he continued taking small bites from the sweets, the plate in his hand.
Hesitantly, she grabbed the towel like it was a snake about to bite her, then took it off of him. He let her get a good look, then coughed to remind her of her task.
Gilly got to it with nervous excitement. Starting from his back she dragged the towel over his skin, drying off the water, then moved to his hips. She knelt down to get better access to his legs, though given that he was more than a foot taller than her, she could have just bent over.
He turned his head to look at her and found that she was staring between his legs, likely looking at his balls and the tip of his semi-erect dick visible from behind.
"I think you should move to the front now." He said and turned around.
His dick slapped her face and Gilly blinked in surprise. Watching her on her knees in front of him had hardened his dick fully, and she hurriedly got up with a muttered sorry.
"I'll just, dry you off." She stuttered and started rubbing the tower over his chest.
She started to move downwards, but he interrupted.
"And my hair."
"Oh. Could you.." she prompted him to lower his head so she could reach it easier, but he refused.
Nervously, she stepped closer, her chest touching his, and stood on her toes to dry his hair. He dropped the empty plate to the ground and grabbed her hips and muttered into her ear,
"To keep you steady."
He groped her ass and she let out a heavy breath. He pulled her flush against him, his twitching cock trapped between their bodies.
"I am done." She said, removing the towel from his head.
"I'm not." He picked her up and pulled her into a kiss.
Her hands wrapped around his neck for support, and she moaned as he groped her ass. He took the opportunity to push his tongue inside, and dominated her mouth. until they needed to breath at which point he let her down to catch her breath.
"Now I'm done."
"Oh, wow." She breathed, then resumed her task until she was on her knees again.
Cautiously, she moved the towel on his thighs, then once over his dick. Then she held it with one hand and stroked him with the towel with her other hand.
Gulping, she moved to his balls, delicately drying the hair on them.
Very aroused by now, Jon took a step forward, pushing Gilly on her knees. He shifted until his dick was laying on top of her face.
"It really is a pretty dress. Did you wear it for me?"
She nodded, looking cross-eyed at his cock.
He grabbed the back of her head with both his hands, and pulled her face closer to him. Then rubbed his dick up and down her face.
"You know that I am going to pull it off of you, right?"
"I know." She squeaked out.
He saw her tongue dart out, an involuntary gesture to moisten her lips, but her expression changed when she ended up tasting him. Then she started drying his legs with the towel.
"Open up." He ordered, and put his dick in her mouth when she did.
He started moving his hips, his girth forcing her lips to widen and saliva started dripping from the sides. Slowly going deeper and deeper, he eventually hit the back of her throat.
Thoughtlessly, he tried to go in deeper, but she tapped repeatedly on his thigh. He pulled back till only the tip of his cock was inside her lips.
"Not used to it?"
She shook her head and he smiled comfortingly.
"That's alright. It would be stranger if all of Craster's wives were skilled cocksuckers."
He took a more steady stance and started to move her head up and down on his dick, but took care to not go in too deep.
It would not have gotten him off any time soon, but it lubricated him enough for what came next.
Jon picked her up again, this time like a sack of potatoes on his shoulders.
"What, wait!" She squirmed.
"Stop that." He spanked her ass, eliciting another squeak, before walking into the stream.
She started squirming again, so he pulled the hem of her dress over her ass and spanked her again.
"Do you want to fuck on the snow that much?"
"What?"
"I'm taking you to somewhere more comfortable."
"Oh. You won't do it in the water would you?"
He laughed, then actually considered that idea.
"No, not tonight." She let out a squawk of protest, but likely remembering that he was leaving tomorrow, settled down again.
He massaged her curves as a reward, letting his fingers slip down her thighs, then between her legs and she did not complain anymore.
Soon they reached the saddle he had built and he climbed up and dropped her on a seat.
Her legs splayed in front of him, exposing her womanhood. He grabbed on to her ankles and ran his hands over them. They had gotten wet on their trek through the stream.
Gilly extended her hand still holding the towel, but he took it from her.
"So how did Nella convince you into this anyway?"
He put his own leg on the seat, right next to her hips, and towelled it.
"I needed to be in her favour."
"You needed to?"
He removed his leg and replaced it with the other leg and towelled that one.
"I was with Ellen and Sarah earlier." She said and he raised an eyebrow. "But then you.. ah, well you did that to them-"
"Say it." He interrupted and took that leg off of the seat as well.
"What?"
Jon spread her legs and brought his dick to her slit, then asked again.
"Say it, what I did with them."
"You fu.. fucked them, ooohh." She spoke and he thrusted in.
He pulled back, then went in deeper, making her moan with every thrust.
"Did you see them after I was done with them?" She tightened around him, which he took as a yes.
Jon smiled at the pressure and started fucking her in earnest. Their moans rang out in the evening and even Cannibal shifted where he slept closeby. The beast's presence only made it more thrilling for her and she orgasmed around him.
Jon grabbed her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss, then let himself loose inside her. He sagged over her and gathered his thoughts again.
"And what happened then? You jumped ships from Ellen to Nella?"
She shook her head,
"No, I was still with Ellen until she left."
"She left?" This was the first he had heard of it. "To where?"
"She and Sarah left to join Mance's army."
Huh. A problem for later then.
He picked her up and switched their places, so that he had Gilly in his lap. She had recovered from her own orgasm and started moving again.
Jon pushed her dress up further, uncovering her breasts. Feeling warmer now, Gilly took her dress off entirely.
He laid back and let his hands explore her lover for the night. Her breasts were full and his hands took every opportunity to play with them. They were not as big as Nora's prodigious size, but he could see why it would harden a man's Fat Pink Mast.
Under his ministrations, soon enough she was screaming out in another orgasm.
Jon pulled her down to suck on her nipples, and started thrusting up into her. His own release came soon after, and he saw no reason to delay it. Lightly biting on her teat, he filled her with the second serving of his cum.
Jon sagged back into his seat and let Gilly snuggle him. The post nut clarity brought another thought to him.
"Mamce is a man. Don't they mind working for him?"
"It's different." Gilly answered, squirming as he ran his right hand over her spine. "They said they'll join the warband of a woman."
He frowned and searched his memories.
"Harma Dogsgead?" He asked.
"No. Someone else. A southerner."
That's another first he was hearing about, but it probably had nothing to do with him.
He rubbed his left hand on the nerves of Gilly's clit, driving her to another orgasm as a reward for her answers.
AN: Also setting up Ellen and Sarah for future encounters and a mystery character. Let's see who you think she is. And there will definitely be Catelyn in the next chapter.