Little did Lord Lefford suspect that he would soon face a stiffer test, for an army of fresh foes was descending on them from the north: two thousand savage northmen, flying Queen Rhaenyra's quartered banners. At their head rode the Lord of Barrowton, Roderick Dustin, a warrior so old and hoary men called him Roddy the Ruin. His host was made up of grizzled greybeards in old mail and ragged skins, every man a seasoned warrior, every man ahorse. They called themselves the Winter Wolves. "We have come to die for the dragon queen," Lord Roderick announced at the Twins, when Lady Sabitha Frey rode to greet them.
—Fire & Blood, The Dying of the Dragons (Rhaenyra Triumphant) by George R.R. Martin.
Pairing: Roderick Dustin x F!Reader
Summary: Lord Roderick Dustin hosts you in his wolves' camp after you lost everything because of the Green Knights.
Warning(s): Mention of attempt at raping, explicit sexual content, romantic smut, Scottish roddy for the science, porn with half-plot, straddling sex, p in v, nipple play, slight masturbation, creampie, roddy ruined… by you
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No use of y/n, the reader has no physical description.
A/N: No AI involved, all of my garbage is mine, and I'm still human.
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The riffling of the grass under your feet was the only sound in that cold night. Many nights had passed since your accidental arrival in the wolves’ camp. You met people, you saw things, and heard stories, but mainly, you were grateful for Lord Roderick Dustin’s intervention when the two green knights tried to rape you. The decision to remain was up to you, and it happened without a formal invitation. The empty tent, once of one wolf, passed it off to you, and no one complained about it.
You had very few exchanges with Roderick, mainly on the first day, and they were mostly answers to questions. Knowing the Hightowers left nothing of your village was enough for him to keep you under his wing. You saw it as a chance for a new start, and meanwhile you were thinking where to start, you helped the cook, assisted the Septons, and did the laundry at the river with the other women. You made friends among them. Prostitutes, maids and wives; they were all there to do their part. Slowly, you felt less lost and more part of something, and even if you didn’t want to take a side in that war, circumstances forced you to do otherwise.
The feeble light of the widespread torches let you recognise some of the guards on patrol. You greeted them and made small talk, but no one dared to take advantage of you in the darkness. Brinna once told you a rumour from one of her customers. No man at the camp could lay a finger on you, Roderick’s order. You didn’t take it seriously until one day you noticed his eyes on you. It was imperceptible, you gaze met his at the exact moment, and you both lingered in it enough to exchange a silent attraction.
Roderick was a man of many winters, many battles, forged by the North's adversity, but behind that roughness, there was a loyal and honest heart. You brooded over that for days and looked for his gaze again and again, but to no avail. It was a possible joke of your mind, but you couldn’t ignore that something had happened to you. Something that grew fast under your skin, wrapped your heart and changed your brain chemistry, and the source of that inner turmoil was him.
There was no guard at his tent entrance, but you took a moment regardless before irrupting without invitation. You didn't want to fall into mortification, embarrassing yourself over a misunderstanding. The idea of being his, though, even for a night, was too tempting.
The strong smell of musk pervaded your senses as you became familiar with the place. The dim light of some candles on the wooden table illuminated maps and messages scattered on the surface. The roast leftovers from dinner gave the air a tasty smell as you slowly moved around. Everything suggested an evening spent in there, but there was no trace of Roderick. The idea that he was with his men made you feel more comfortable in your exploration. You traced a couple of fingers over the stained paper of the Riverlands map, mostly out of curiosity, and you slipped a message between your fingers, thinking it had been in his rough hands before. You weren't even sure what it meant, since it was all coded, but you appreciated the elegant handwriting.
“Ye're not a spy, are ye? It would break my heart, hinnie.”
Roderick was sitting in the middle of his bed; his forearm rested on his bent knee in a relaxed pose. There was a contrast between his bare torso, solid and muscular, covered in scars and the softness of the furs that were surrounding the lower part of his body. His messy, silver hair was partially covering his face, but his sharp eyes seemed to break into your soul. As far as he was happy to have you there, he couldn’t lower his guard. They were still at war; he wouldn't have made a good impression dying at the hand of a beautiful woman who sneaked into his tent.
“Ye still had your tongue the last time we talked. So talk.” His defensive tone was far from the rude gentleness you were used to.
“I am not.” You said with confidence, leaving the small piece of paper on the table and slowly walking toward the bed. You moved cautiously because Roderick could tear you apart in the blink of an eye if the suspicion had sneaked into his mind, but not hesitantly. After all, you wanted to show your intention.
He remained still, silent, carefully following your movements. As your cloak slipped down your body and touched the ground, his eyes moved instantly between your face and your body, covered with a light robe. He brushed his teeth with his tongue out of habit, appreciating your curves defined by the soft fabric and the hard nipples. His expression remained unreadable, but his body responded otherwise. Flames of desire lusted his limbs, pulsing through his erection at the idea of you in his bed.
“It wasn't my mind's eye. Good.” He sneered. “I was right to keep Jon away from you.”
“Jon?” You asked for clarification as you opened the front lace.
“A good boy. But he’s no man.”
“Right… better an old lass like you.”
He mirrored your smile, delighted by your sense of humour. “Care to join me, and I’ll show ye what this old lass can do.”
As the last piece of clothing revealed your naked body, Roderick’s inner strength faltered. Surely, it wasn't the first time he had slept with a woman; he had a wife in another life, and yet, you had a power over him since the first day you met.
“It's not every day to see a real-life fairy.”
“Is it what you tell all your maids?” You mocked him as you crawled into the bed.
“Who?” He moved the blankets to welcome you into his alcove, showing he was wearing nothing underneath them. He was so proud to display his hardness in all of its glory, and you were more than happy to straddle him and enjoy the intimate contact.
“Ye’r cold. Let me warm ye, my fairy queen.” He whispered in a low voice as he left a trail of soft kisses on your upper arm. His callous fingertips were a delightful contrast against your soft back skin. He was surprisingly gentle in his touch. You were expecting a wild run with the king of the wolves, but he revealed his intention to worship your body first.
You held onto his shoulder with a hand as the other one sank into his hair. Your intimate folds slowly brushed against his cock, making your little bulge sensitive and needy. He growled and moved his face right in the middle of your breasts, smelling your scent and tasting your nipples. His full beard caused you goosebumps, and you couldn’t help but let some suffocate moans escape from your mouth.
“Let me hear ye…” He begged into your ear as he fondled your breasts with delicate vehemence, gently pinching your nipples and staring at you with the hope of hearing your voice again. His thickened fingertips worked so delightfully around your sensitive spots.
As your voice rose again into soft moans, he faltered because of your hand around his hardness. Your thumb teased its tip and slowly stroked its length, pressing it against your wet cunt. He let you play with him because you were a vision, so shameless and needy of him. Both his hands slipped into your hair, slightly pulling your head back to see your desperate expression.
“Kiss me…” You whispered. “Please, Roderick.”
Hearing his name on your lips was a jolt of pleasure; a half smile appeared on his face. “No 'My Lord' anymore, uh? Where is the respect due to my title?”
“You don't give a shit of it.” You breathed out as you guided his cock inside you, causing a sudden change of his expression and a consequent low groan of pleasure. “Half of your men call you by your name.”
“No one of them is ye. Say it again.” He ordered as he brought your face a couple of inches from his.
You took your time to oblige his request, heavily breathing against his lips as your hips followed the natural pace triggered by the penetration. His self-control vacillated because your body was better than anything tried before and you took advantage of his momentarily weakness to steal that so-wanted kiss.
Lost in that dance of the lips, your touch became more caring and sensual, and you forgot the seduction fight of a few moments earlier. You held onto him in a lustful embrace as your body kept moving with renewed confidence, led by the pure pleasure of the act itself. Roderick was so caring in keeping you against him, gently pressing his hands on your lower back, fondling your buttocks with worshipping desire. You were perfection; it was almost surreal. If his fairy queen asked for something, he would have granted it. No questions.
“Roderick…” Moaning his name to fulfil his desire made him surrender to you completely. Your body moved frantically, brushing your clit against his lower hair as your cunt took all of him.
“Fuck…” He growled, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and grabbing your hips firmly to invite you not to stop. “Careful, I’m almost there.”
“Hold a little more, please… My Lord… Roderick…” Your mind went blank as the orgasm bloomed into your guts and pervaded your body with such intensity. You mewled so nicely as your cunt milked him strongly enough that Roderick came fiercely right after, unable to control himself. Low groans filled the tent along with your last breathless moans.
When the calmness returned, Roderick moved a lock of your hair from your face, resting his hand on your cheek. You cradled into his touch, closing your eyes and enjoying the comfort of his attention.
“I know the woods demand their queen, but I would like ye to remain.”
You nodded, kissing his palm. “Blood will be shed morrow. Make sure it's not the wolves'.”
“I make my vow. Death will wait if the fairy demands it.”
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