The Storming of the Crag

[goodandtrue]

"It would do well for us, Jeyne, if you would nurse the Young Wolf back to health." So Jeyne's mother had told her. Her mind felt as besieged as the Crag had been days before. The relative peace of her childhood home had ended when Jamie Lannister had first called the banners, drawing her father away from his family to help the Kingslayer march against Robb Stark, the rebel king. News had trickled slowly back to the Westerlings, news of the various victories that had been achieved in the Riverlands, as well as Jamie's confidence that soon the rebellion would be squashed and the Starks sent running back to the North.

So they had all been lead to hope, but Robb Stark had been underestimated. Despite his youth, he had defied expectations and driven back the Lannister forces, eventually overrunning the Kingslayer before taking him hostage along with her father. When the news arrived, it had broken the innocence that Jeyne had lived under, plunging her into the realities of war.

For the Westermen that returned home injured or missing limbs, she helped tend to them, brew concoctions alongside her mother and making them as comfortable as possible. She had not been spared the brutalities of the battlefield, seeing first hand what could come from such rage and bloodshed. It was why, when she heard that the Stark forces were marching on the Crag, she understood how devastating the toll would be.

Like her mother, she attempted to adopt a brave face, even as the Stark soldiers volleyed arrows and rammed the gates. As men fell, men she knew and loved, Jeyne watched with horror, seeing monstrosities and carnage that she never could imagined. A giant beast roamed the battlefield, tearing apart the Westerling soldiers, including a boy that Jeyne had played with when they were children. She watched all of this from the tower, standing beside her mother as the battle shifted in the favor of the Young Wolf, as though there were any other conclusion.

It was only after the battle that Jeyne had learned that the losses were well balanced on both sides. Robb Stark's soldiers had fallen as well, many cut down at the siege of the gate, the Westerling arrows well shot and true. For all of his luck, Robb Stark had not escaped injury. He had been shot as well, the arrow tip managing to only strike him in the arm, having missed his heart.

The situation was now an ironic one. Her home had been seized and the Westerlings were now prisoners, but her family was urging for her to nurse the Young Wolf back to health. It was a task she dreaded, as she had no idea what to expect (or even what her mother hoped would come out of this, if anything). For her brothers and sister, she did as she was bid, finding herself moved by the severity of his injury and how hopeless he seemed.

For days, the fever lasted and Robb seemed to exist between a state of twilight and consciousness. It was only when he was asleep that Jeyne allowed herself to analyze him, assessing his features and youth. He was near her age and handsome, far more than she had first assumed. There was a heaviness about him, a maturity that she did not often see among the boys of her lands. He responded well to her gentle touches, even seeming to hear her as she sang to him in his sleep.

Finally, after near a week, Robb had recovered enough to sit up in his bed and actually speak. His men had need of him and wished a moment of his time. There were decisions to be made about prisoners (herself now included) as well as messages from the North. She excused herself, running a few errands about the castle as she gathered more supplies. His bandages would need to be changed.

When she returned, she found an entirely different scene than when she left. Robb was left alone and the message that had arrived for him was crumpled in his hands. He seemed broken, older than his years and smothered with sorrow. She approached slowly, having set her supplies to the side. "Your grace?" She asked gently, her fingers fidgeting as they often did when she was nervous. "Is something wrong?"

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[goodandtrue]

She nodded, following the sweet feeling as she pressed his cock to her entrance, the feeling warm and exciting. She trembled, afraid of the pain but unable to stop herself as she sank down on his cock. Her barrier was breached, her walls stretching for him. She bit down on her lip, fighting against the cry that was building in her throat. But after a bit more wiggling and sinking against him, the pain disappeared and she could feel him fully sheathed within her.

Jeyne met his eyes, linking her hands with his. While she couldn't be sure how exactly she was supposed to go about it, she followed what she knew felt good. Her hips rocked forward, moving him within her. Colors seemed to burst before her eyes, a delicious feeling growing in her belly, the same she felt when his fingers toyed with her folds.

She moaned, rolling her hips more steadily, finding a steady rhythm as she felt him thrust into her. "Yes, like this." She murmured, finally understanding. The secrets of womanhood were bare before her and she couldn't imagine it being any sweeter than if he were her husband.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It feels even better than he thought it would be. Way better. It feels as if the world does not exist around them anymore. That his brothers have never been murdered and that his crown is not of any importance.

Robb squeezes her hand before she starts to move on top of him, quickly catching on and finding a steady rhythm.

“It feels...really good...” he breathes. “You...you are...” She is wonderful and kind. And wouldn’t it be great if he would wed a woman like this. He could love her forever. Finally he is the one that lets go of her hand so he can use it to cup one of her breasts again, realizing very well that he is quite enticed by the look of them. Not terribly big, but round and perfect, pretty much like an apple.

Even though his wounded arm starts to throb a little he leans forward to capture her lips, rocking his hips upwards to meet her halfway. He wants to kiss her. He wants to kiss her long and hard, all up to that point where his lungs burn and he is out of air.

[goodandtrue]

She gasps as his hips thrust up against her, instinctively tightening her walls around his cock. The feeling is better than she imagined and what was left of the pain and discomfort fell away against that sweet spot he seemed to strike against. There were words she could share with him, thoughts about what he made her feel and how good this was, but she couldn't find her breath. He had stolen it from her.

It didn't take her long to find a more rapid pace. She had experience in galloping and this was no difference. Northern women were said to be fierce in the saddle and she hoped to match them. Though Robb had no experience with this before, she wanted to surpass the women that he might have seen on horseback.

Her lips part for him, her tongue plunging forward to explore and taste him. It was no longer about simple kisses, sweet and exploratory. This was a hunger she never experienced before and she wanted him to steal the air from her lungs. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close to her so that he wouldn't draw away. he was injured and he should rest, but she needed his body against his.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

This is it. This is the thing he has been longing for without knowing it entirely. Every bit of tension inside his body disappears while every nerve seems to be twice as sensitive. And truly, he did not want this to stop. He wants all of it and more. If there would be a possibility for people to disappear into each other he'd probably go for it.

He has forgotten about his throbbing arm and the weight of his crown, all there is left is this. These sensations. The way she moans and sighs, the sound of their bodies making contact. In a way it is impossible to want so much and actually manage to take it. It is too much. It feels as if his body can't handle this any further and he can't stop trembling.

"Don't stop..." he whispers against her lips. "Move like that...just like that..." Robb can feel how his nails dig into the soft flesh of her ass, as if he wants to egg her on, convince her that stopping would end them both.

[goodandtrue]

She couldn't stop if she wanted to, not only because of the feeling he stirred to life in her but also because he had already taken her maiden head. The sacrifice was made and she didn't care, so long as she could chase that sweet feeling to its end. Her hips rocked more wildly, the slap of skin filling the air, barely covering her moans and sharp breaths. Others might hear, others might know, but the keep was still. Her family slept as did Robb's men. Eventually his guards would return, but she didn't care what they thought of her. This was what she wanted, him inside of her, pushing her towards that culmination she only had ever reached with her hands.

"This?" Her hips undulated, repeating the action that seemed to earn that reaction from him. She clenched her walls again, straining to contain herself at the feeling of him moving inside her. "Is it good?" Was she good, she meant. She wanted to please him, to make him crazy with longing for her. He was betrothed, but she wanted him to remember her and desire her, even after he left the Crag.

She surged forward again, kissing him more fiercely as she felt his nails dig into her buttocks. She grinned against him, nipping at his lower lip."I never thought you would notice me." She whispered, her breath harsh in her lungs.