Small R-18 in this Chapter
Chapter 59:
– Jon –
Jon massaged his aching head as he wandered through the camp of his makeshift army. The cold wind bit at his face, and the scent of burning wood mixed with the smell of unwashed bodies. It wasn't a pleasant combination.
The wildlings and what remained of the Night's Watch kept mostly to themselves, but tensions still ran high.
He had come here to fight Ramsay Snow. Now he was preparing to fight an entirely different kind of enemy. A race of creatures with magic. And that made him nervous.
It wasn't exactly what he had envisioned when he had declared war. Maybe running his mouth hadn't been the best idea? It was strange, he was usually more level headed than that but for some reason he just got so angry back there...
He frowned, trying to remember why he had been so furious in the first place. Sansa and Catelyn hadn't looked like prisoners. If anything, they seemed… fine.
...Maybe he should send an envoy to talk to them, try to work things out before blood was spilled.
"That might be a good idea," Jon said to himself out loud. "We can talk this out and–Huh? …What was I thinking about just now…? I can't remember…"
Jon frowned.
It was like the thought was just pulled right out of his head.
He tried to recall it but came up with nothing....
It probably wasn't important.
A sudden "Caw!" made him jump slightly. A raven perched on a tent, staring at him.
"Get out of here, you stupid bird," Jon muttered, waving a hand. The raven cawed once more before flapping its wings and disappearing into the sky.
With a sigh, Jon stepped into the command tent. The air inside was heavy with unspoken tension. Davos stood near a makeshift table. Tormund leaned against a post, scowling. Sam was poring over parchment, likely reviewing their numbers for the hundredth time.
"I don't agree with what happened back there, Jon Snow," Davos said, his voice calm but firm. "But I'll follow your lead."
"That animal fucker won't know what hit him," Tormund grunted. "I've never seen people with animal parts like that in the true North. It ain't natural."
Jon ignored the remark. "What kind of numbers can we field?"
Sam cleared his throat. "We have about fifty men left in the Night's Watch. There are six thousand free folk." He hesitated before continuing. "And then—"
"I will fight for the true King in the North," Lord Umber interrupted, stepping forward with the other Lords. "All of my personal guards stand with you."
Jon hesitated, then gave a curt nod. "Thank you."
More lords and ladies stepped forward, pledging their forces one after another. Each of them had come to Winterfell with dozens of men. It wasn't much, but at least these were all trained soldiers.
"We don't want no unnaturalness in the North!" one noble shouted.
"We don't need changes!" another added.
"We've lived fine for thousands of years!"
Jon let their voices die down, then straightened his back. "We will be victorious," he said, his voice strong. "We will take back Winterfell. We will drive out these creatures, and we will free my sister from their influence." He hesitated, glancing around before adding, "…And Lady Catelyn too, I suppose."
There was a brief silence before the tent erupted in cheers.
"To the King in the North!"
Jon nodded, though the weight of their expectations settled heavily on his shoulders. He told himself he was doing the right thing. He had to be doing the right thing.
– Haru –
I stood on the outer walls of Winterfell as I surveyed the scene below. Lady Catelyn stood beside me.
Jon Snow's forces were gathered in formation, ready to attack. By our estimation, they had around 7,000 soldiers.
A couple hundred yards away stood the mages of Fairy Tail—only about a dozen of them, but they were the strongest their guild had to offer, at the moment, and the ones willing to fight. Their number was tiny compared to Jon's army, but I knew firsthand how much damage they could do.
"There's not very many of them," Catelyn said, her voice edged with unease.
I hesitated for a moment before wrapping an arm around her shoulder, pulling her a little closer.
She didn't resist. In fact, she gave me a faint smile as she pressed herself against me even more.
"They'll be fine," I assured her. "As far as I know, the only magic user Jon has is the Red Witch."
My eyes flicked back toward the opposing army, narrowing slightly as I noticed a few massive figures among the soldiers.
"Are those… giants?" I muttered. They were smaller than the ones I'd seen in other worlds so far. Kinda disappointing...
Catelyn sighed, shifting slightly in my hold. "I wish Sansa wasn't down there with them."
That surprised me too. But Sansa had insisted she wanted to fight alongside her friend Erza. I wasn't sure if Sansa wanted to prove something or she just wanted to claw somebody's eyes out.
Jon Snow stood at the front of his army, delivering a speech with all the passion of a man who believed he was on the right side of history. His voice carried across the field, rallying his men, calling for the retaking of Winterfell and the removal of me and the other 'monsters' who had taken over the castle.
The only reason I could even hear his speech in the first place was because of my fox ears. Catelyn, standing beside me, glanced up, clearly irritated. "What is he saying?"
I sighed, folding my arms. "He's giving a speech about how he's going to 'cleanse Winterfell' and drive out the 'monsters' that stole it from him."
Catelyn's jaw clenched, and she muttered under her breath, "Ungrateful bastards."
I hated the way that word was used in this world.
"Hey now," I scolded lightly, giving her a side glance. "You know that's just supernatural nonsense from your world's fake religion." Or at least I suspected their gods were fake. It wasn't that I didn't believe the Seven might exist, but their whole setup sounded so dumb that I struggled to take any of it seriously.
Catelyn let out a slow breath, shaking her head. "I don't hate all bastards," she clarified. "Just the ones who are ungrateful enough to turn on their own family." She peered across the battlefield, her gaze locked onto Jon Snow.
Before I could respond, the signal was given. Jon's army surged forward, a roaring mass of soldiers charging toward the Fairy Tail mages.
"Here we go," I muttered, watching as the battle began...
…The battle kicked off, and as expected, the Fairy Tail mages absolutely tore through Jon's forces. It wasn't a slaughter since they weren't killing anyone, but it was a magical beatdown on an epic scale. Soldiers were being flung through the air, weapons shattered, armor crumpled like tin. Ice bolts, fire explosions, and waves of flying swords sent entire ranks of people flying.
"I bet I'll take down more than you, Gray!"
"You won't get even half as many, flame-brain!"
"Come at me if you're a man!"
"Get them Taurus!"
"I'll always fight for your nice body, Lucy!"
And on the other side…
"Oh Gods!"
"He can breathe fire! It's a dragon in human form!"
"We're all going to die!"
"Fuck the king in the North! Run for your lives!"
I glanced at Catelyn. She looked surprisingly… excited? Her eyes were locked on the battlefield, and she seemed completely engrossed in watching the traitor lords and their men get humiliated.
Then, my ears twitched as I caught the faintest sound of panting. Was she… getting aroused watching this?
Damn. I had never seen this side of Catelyn before.
Before I could process that, I felt a hand slip behind me. Fingers ran down to the base of my tails, stroking in a way that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine.
"This is so exciting," Catelyn murmured, her breath heavy.
I stiffened as a tiny, involuntary moan slipped out. My tails were incredibly sensitive at the base, and she had just found that out firsthand.
I turned to look at her, wide-eyed. She just smirked, her fingers still tracing along my fur. She let out a slow breath, her touch lingering. "Thank you," she said softly. "For being here. For Sansa. For me. I never thought I'd feel safe again after everything that's happened, but you've given me hope."
Her fingers stroked the base of my tails again, sending another shiver up my spine. At the same time, her other hand slid over my chest, rubbing against my shirt. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the heat rising in my face, but the sensitivity of my tails made that nearly impossible.
In the distance, explosions rumbled and screams echoed across the battlefield, but Catelyn seemed entirely focused on me. Her grip tightened slightly, and she leaned in just a bit closer. "This new future… it feels real now."
I exhaled and shuddered. "Yeah… real is one way to put it." Although I was focused a lot more on the present, and my growing erection...
"You deserve a reward," she said in a husky whisper. "For keeping me and Sansa safe..."
My face felt hot, and I gave her a nervous grin.
I glanced around the walls, checking if any guards were near. Then I waved my hand to cast a quick barrier. I placed it around us, forming an invisible dome that would keep prying eyes away. Explosions still rumbled outside, and soldiers kept screaming, but no one would see what happened in this little space.
Catelyn reached down to unbuckle my pants. Her hands trembled with excitement. I couldn't believe she was doing this right here. She gave a short laugh, her voice breaking with anticipation. "I can't believe how… alive I feel," she murmured.
When my pants dropped a few inches, my cock sprang free, already half-hard. Catelyn let out a soft gasp. "It's so big," she said, her eyes wide as she slowly wrapped her fingers around it. She started stroking gently, her hand gliding along my length. Each stroke brought more blood rushing to my cock, and I felt it swell in her grip.
I couldn't help but grin a bit. "I… guess you never really saw me naked before," I said quietly, though I felt a small flicker of embarrassment from the situation.
She nodded, leaning in to place small kisses along my neck.
She dropped down to her knees, her dress pooling around her legs. Her auburn hair brushed against my shirt, and I looked down at her as she lifted her head to meet my gaze. I could feel my heart pounding. The base of my tails still tingled from her earlier touch.
Her lips brushed against my cock, placing slow, soft kisses. I groaned, gently resting my hands on her hair. She looked up once more, her mouth parted slightly, eyes clouded with need. Then she took me in, her mouth warm and wet. I inhaled sharply, trying not to let out too loud of a noise. My barrier only blocked sight, not sound. She began to move her head in a steady rhythm, her mouth sliding along my shaft.
Sparks of pleasure shot through me, especially when her tongue pressed against that sensitive underside. I tightened my grip in her hair, guiding her pace, though not too roughly. She seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Each bob of her head made me shudder, and the tension in my belly grew quickly.
Catelyn reached up with her free hand and grabbed the base of my cock, stroking what her mouth couldn't cover. She moved her tongue in a firm motion, swirling around the tip each time she pulled back. My vision blurred for a moment, the intense sensation mixing with the chaos in the background.
Explosions, distant shouting. But in this little barrier, it was just the two of us.
She let out a low moan around my cock, the vibration making me groan. I felt my toes curling inside my shoes, my tails twitching in excitement. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I let out a rasping exhale. "You're… too good at this," I managed to whisper, my voice shaky.
She only hummed in response, taking me deeper. My breathing turned ragged, my body trembling as the pleasure built. The occasional explosion or scream of pain reminded me that a whole battle was going on, but I couldn't pull my mind away from the warmth of her mouth.
I felt my orgasm approach, my abs tensing. I let out a ragged "Catelyn…" in warning. She tightened her lips around me, her hand stroking faster, coaxing me right over the edge.
A surge of pleasure tore through me, and my hips jerked forward. She moaned softly and swallowed, her throat working to take my release. My entire body shook as I emptied myself into her mouth. She held still, her lips sealed around my cock as she gulped it all down, showing an impressive level of experience.
My legs felt weak for a moment. I steadied myself, my hands clinging to her shoulders. She stayed on her knees, her mouth still around me until the last shudder passed. Then she pulled back, releasing my cock, which glistened with a mix of saliva and the remnants of my orgasm. She rose to her feet, smoothing her dress, looking almost casual despite what had just happened. She licked her lips to clean them, and my cheeks felt warm as I tried to gather myself.
I managed a small smile. "Thanks for that," I said quietly, leaning in and pressing a brief kiss to her cheek. My heart still pounded. "You really know how to reward a guy."
Catelyn giggled softly and ran a hand across my chest over my shirt. "I'd be happy to continue this in the future," she said, her tone still carrying a hint of excitement from what we'd just done.
I let out a slow exhale, nodding at her. "Yeah, I'd like that," I said, adjusting my pants and making myself look somewhat presentable. The barrier I had raised around us flickered as I dropped it.
…Fairy Tail's mages were clearly finishing the fight. Over seven thousand soldiers lay around, beaten and scorched, but not killed. Some of them twitched or groaned, trying to crawl away. The mages themselves looked tired, covered in soot and sweat, but mostly fine. I could see Erza leaning on her sword, tired but not harmed.
Sansa, in her massive werewolf form, was sniffing between the bodies, pushing them aside, clearly searching for someone in particular. It had to be Jon Snow. It didn't take her long to find him judging by the final scream we heard a bit later.
– Sansa –
Sansa spent a long time rinsing the blood from her hair in the shower after she shifted back into her human form. She had not killed anyone in the battle, but she had seriously maimed a lot of them. Some wounds might never fully heal. She did not feel too guilty about it, though. These were wildlings that had invaded her lands and her home, or simply oath breaker Lords, hoping to take everything from her and her fiancé.
She also realized she had changed a lot since she became a werewolf, or as her father would have called it, embraced her wolf blood. She felt more protective of those she cared about, and she was a lot less squeamish about violence. She also liked how her body looked now—her stomach felt firmer, and her breasts looked perkier than before. She let out a small snort of amusement as she admired her naked figure in the mirror in Haru's bathroom.
Then she slipped on a fresh dress and stepped out into the Fox Hole to join the victory party.
The moment she entered through the back, she spotted Natsu standing on a table with his strange blue cat. "That battle was awesome!" he shouted. "I blew up so many idiots!"
"Aye, Sir!"
Gray, standing nearby, rolled his eyes. "It was pretty fun I guess..." he said.
Erza, seated at the bar, gave them both a smug look. "Neither of you could match my count," she said, speaking around a mouthful of cheesecake. It was obvious Haru had baked it for her, and she was devouring it like she had no intention of sharing.
Then Sansa turned her gaze toward her mother and Haru, who stood together by the bar, chatting with big smiles on their faces.
A flicker of curiosity ran through Sansa's mind. Why did her mother look so unusually happy…?
…Had something happened with Haru while Sansa was busy ripping through Jon's forces?
She allowed herself a small smile. If her mother was warming up more to Haru, that was a good thing.
Sansa decided to leave them to it and wander around the party. Eventually, she ended up at a booth in the corner of the Fox Hole. She noticed her half brother, Jon Snow, sitting on one side of a table, and Yasaka—Haru's mother—sitting across from him.
The sight of Jon made Sansa's mood darken for a moment. She remembered dragging him off the battlefield earlier, planning to throw him in the dungeons until they figured out what to do with him. He had chosen to attack them, and it felt like a serious betrayal.
And then Yasaka stopped her, claiming there was something off about him.
Yasaka said she sensed traces of magic around Jon, saying that someone might have been tampering with his mind. For his sake, she hoped that was true!
She couldn't help but smirk when she noticed him gulp nervously as she took a seat next to Yasaka across from him...
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