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Adventures in the Godswood	By : White Glove Literature Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 16583 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-New Experiences
- 2-Discovered Memories
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Chapter contributed by : True North

*Iron chains clanking.*

Taking short strides through Winterfell’s courtyard, the strong wildling lady carried Bran over shoulders with ease, holding onto his nerveless ankles. Ever since their encounter at the Godswood, the boy had grown more comfortable and trustful in her presence, allowing her to carry him anywhere a lord was needed. Today they made a special visit, for something long overdue.

The blacksmith of Winterfell, Mikken, bowed his head when they approached, not for the wildling but for the lord she was carrying. “Mikken, I’d like for you to remove her shackles.” Bran commanded.

The snowy mustached blacksmith gave little to no hesitation, as ridiculous the notion might have sounded to him. “At once, milord.” he obeyed, readying his tools.

Osha grinned in excitement, the irons had wrapped around her wrists and ankles for weeks now, creating red rings of sore flesh. The wildling knelt down low beside a wooden bench, allowing her noble wolfling to climb off and sit.

Placing her shackles at the anvil, Mikken drove a hammer and wedge to it, pounding through the seam and prying them. Osha watched as each one of them cracked open, loosening, and falling away from her limbs, the chains clanked onto the ground one final time. A toothy grin of excitement went to her expression after being liberated.

“Oh, Gods, thank you.” The wildling rubbed the aching sores of her limbs. She lunged towards the crippled boy in one big hug. “This’ll make things easier during our fun.” She whispered to him. Bran blushed during her embrace and naughty words of discretion.

After letting go, Osha knelt down for Bran to climb back up. “Thank you, Mikken.” Bran turned to him and said. The blacksmith bowed a head as the wildling strolled away with her boy lordling.

“…During our -fun-?” Bran asked while being carried away swiftly, her strides noticeably wider than before.

Osha grinned when he brought it up. "Aye, the offer still stands, little lord, even more so now that I’m in your debt…”

“Wot ideas do you have in mind?” Bran asked innocently.

The wildling woman smirked, “Let me in your bedchambers tonight and we’ll find out, Lordling.”

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During evening’s feast at the Great Hall, Bran could scarcely finish his plate when he sat on the highchair. A lot of burdens had been placed on him ever since Robb traveled south with his northern bannermen. With all the burdens also came many eyes of lords and ladies who sat around the trestle tables. Among them where Lord Karstark’s sons, and the youngest one dared to speak about Bran’s form, “…I’d rather be dead than live broken..," the child muttered.

I’m not broken. Not entirely. Bran thought, clutching his knife in anger. It made him realize that he may not be useful as a knight, but at least he can be useful in other ways. It would be proven soon enough, likely within the hour.

Bran forced himself to finish the meal. When the Great Hall’s feast drew to a conclusion, the wildling emerged from the kitchens, collecting plates and silverware and gave a knowing smile to little Bran while passing through.

Hodor, having finished one of the bigger plates, hobbled over to his lord in heavy steps. “Hodor.” He said to Bran with his fat cheeks adorned with pie crumbs and pork grease. Bran slid from the stone chair ready to be carried away. The giant human knelt down and cradled Bran in his arms like a normal sized man would carry a wolf pup.

Bran had the option of sleeping in the solar, now that Ned, Catelyn, and Robb were away, but instead chose his own bedchamber out of habit. Hodor rested him down on the furs. “Thanks, Hodor.”

“Hodor.” The friendly giant said, kneeling down and offering to help Bran out of his boots.

“It’s alright. I can do it myself,” Bran muttered kindly. “You go on to bed.”

The giant stableboy bowed his head and made his leave for the evening, closing the chamber door gently with his hefty arm.

Bran reached for his pitiful legs to remove his boots and trousers. He pondered the idea of taking everything off entirely, considering what the two of them were going to be doing. But his lordly manners told him otherwise, to wait until the lady undressed first, assuming that she does show up.

The chamber door didn’t open for some time. Bran was in his smallclothes and undergarments as he sat there waiting. What could be keeping her? He thought, worrying that she might have forgotten, or worse, maybe someone had tried to have their way with her in the kitchens… Bran knew the guards wouldn’t stop her from passing through either, he announced her permission to walk anywhere in the castle and to be treated more a guest than a hostage.

While waiting, Bran decided to reach a hand down his undergarments, becoming more familiar with the sensation he still had, ever grateful. Closing his eyes for a moment, he fantasized their encounter at the Godswood, the way her full grown body stood naked in the water, and the laughter she made when he spurted his load onto her hands. Bran wondered if he could relieve some now so that he might last longer during their activity.

The chamber door suddenly squeaked open. The boy gasped, removing his hand. Osha emerged from the hall, carrying a small lantern, and wearing a roughspun gown.

“Sorry to keep my lordling waiting.” She closed the heavy door behind and approached the bedside, lighting a few candles on the table. “Wanted to bathe myself for the occasion.”

The orange flickering lights revealed that her dark hair was damp, cleaned and straightened, far less the tangled mess it used to be.

Osha glanced over at him with a devilish smile, noticing the bulge tenting below his clothes. Setting the lantern aside, she loosened a few strings, and the roughspun gown came falling off her body, revealing her fully naked form. Bran’s eyes naturally wandered down to her groin area with its dark wild mane of hair.

The wildling grinned down at Bran. She crawled onto the furs of the bed and sat with folded legs in front of the Stark lord. “I noticed ye staring at the spot between me legs, even at the Godswood. Tsk tsk…”

Bran diverted his gaze from the shadow between her thighs, uncertain of whether it was inappropriate to gaze at a woman down there or not. “I’m sorry, I- didn’t mean to. It’s just--.”

Osha smiled at him and tilted back, she opened her thighs wide in front of the lordling, showing a full view of her exposed hairy crotch, darkish lips protruded with a fresh pink center in between. His pale cheeks blushed, unable to quit starring. It was his first time witnessing a female exposed in such a lewd way. He’d seen Arya and Sansa bathing when he was younger. But seeing a full grown woman at this angle was a different beast entirely.

In a predatorial gaze, spotting the bulge digging from his middle, she reached forward and slid them off his dead legs to reveal his full erection standing on its own. Osha giggled at him.

Bran peered down at his standing small cock and then to the entrance between Osha’s legs, realizing what it meant for him.

She leaned over to his upward shaft, giving it warm licks up and down. Bran allowed himself to relax a bit from the teasing sensations of her velvet muscle.

Osha lubricated him thoroughly with saliva before she climbed over the young lordling, planting both knees to his sides, getting ready to straddle him at last. Osha held his wet cock, positioning it under the darkened crevice below her womanly hips. The Stark boy braced himself, his adolescent heart pounding nervously as Osha guided his front end to her bare entrance. Osha smirked down for a moment and finally submerged him entirely...

Bran closed his eyes and gave out a sigh of pleasure when Osha engulfed him into her wet cavernous passage. The woman sat still, allowing him to savor the moment, she laughed wickedly from his expression of bewilderment. Bran was helplessly blushing, he peered down to where their hips were joined together, imagining where his cock used to be, now buried and fully erect within her slippery walls. Osha’s large pair breasts hung over his face, another view for him to enjoy while exploring.

The boy also began to wander how it felt from her perspective, or any female for that matter. Then came the worry of whether his four and half inches were enough to please. He knew the wildling woman must have had plenty of practice beyond the wall.

Osha reached up and grabbed two handfuls of breasts, teasing at her now pert nipples. She began rolling slowly up and down his hardened shaft, “..-How does feel, little lord?..”

Lord Bran gulped and twinged helplessly below Osha’s womanly hips, descending through its warm strange passageway. “Mm-.. it feels- warm,” he stifled.

Osha smirked wickedly from his newfound pleasure. “Let’s hope ye don’t go finishing too quick like last time...”

Bran blushed at the idea and managed to smile up at her. “-I’ll try not to..”

The wild lady began picking up into a steady rhythm on her young lordling boy. Bran was in the best place he could ever be. Of all experiences of his after the fall, this was quickly turning into his most enjoyable. But after only a few minutes into his exploration, something strange began to unfold. Bran furrowed his brows when his eyes were closed, subtle visions of flashbacks in his mind being stirred by Osha’s thrusting rhythm.

Bran witnessed himself standing again, next to a window half covered in vines, and the sound of a woman moaning. Thrusts were being made, creating the same noises between Osha and himself. The next moment, he was back in his own bedchamber, in the safety of her walls.

Further into the ride, his vision returned with other fragments, switching to and from. He now heard the woman’s voice echo, “He saw us!..” Then a man’s voice came in, “Quite the little climber, aren’t you.” Bran’s eyes were closed and twinging in a state of uncertainty.

Osha brought her wild hips down upon him more and more, watching his facial expressions of what she assumed to be ecstasy as he remained steadfast inside her the whole time, it brought a huge grin to her face. “My little lord is keeping up nicely…” She teased while riding him.

Bran moaned in a mixture of pleasure and fear that he might be in some place he shouldn’t. “He saw us!..” His mind danced back to the Broken Tower. “I heard you the first time…” Seconds later, the two blonde figures morphed into existence, clear in his mind.

Gasping in apprehension, Bran crossed the point of no return when Osha’s final motions drove him over the edge. His eyes turned white as he became weightless in a realm of pleasure while spurting his load into the depths of her passage. Osha moaned and laughed impishly at Bran during his orgasm, feeling his long consecutive shots being made into to her belly.

She dismounted from her lordling and cuddled next to him in bed. The release had taken so much from the boy that his entire body became his legs. Bran rested onto her shoulder, his consciousness returning. The woman held him in affection, fingers combing gently through the straight locks of hair on his forehead.

Bran half opened his eyes while Osha caressed him. “…I remember everything,” he said.
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