I looked up at the sky, my dark red hair billowing about in the wind, as our group prepared to leave and let out a heavy sigh. This was probably going to be the last time I saw Winterfell. It saddened me, but I knew I couldn't stay. Lord Stark along with his daughters were riding for King's landing while Lady Stark was to stay behind with Rickon and Bran. I let out another sigh as my thoughts turned to Bran and his fall. I wanted to be here when he woke, but Lady Stark wanted me gone almost as much as she wanted Jon to leave. It hurt me to think about how close we used to be.

At one point I would have considered her a mother, but that was 14 years ago when I came as a ward and now I was a woman grown at 22. My family had been killed by thieves one night while I coward under my bed. The next morning I ran as far and as fast as I could. I ended up in Winter town where an old woman saw me and took me before the Starks. When I decided to pick up a sword instead of a needle Lady Stark tried to turn me back toward my lady lessons. It didn't work and when I became as good as her son, she became even more disappointed. Then I grew close with Theon, laughing at his crass jokes and making a few of my own. I also took up the roll of big sister to Jon causing her heart to harden even more. What finally made her despise me was when she found out about me and Sandor Clegane.

It had been two nights since the King, Queen, and their guards had rode into Winterfell and I had finally plucked up the courage to talk to the man known as the Hound. Upon further reflection it was most likely the ale that had given me courage. He was outside near the stables and no one was around when I approached. "Good evening," I said. All I got in return was a grunt. "Are you not allowed to speak?" I asked. He looked down at me with chocolate eyes I could get lost in making me completely ignore the scared side of his face. Not that it bothered me to begin with. "What do you want?" his voice was rough sending a tingle down my spine. "You," I replied with a smirk.

His face didn't give anything away, but his eyes held suspicion. "What are you on about?" he asked. I let out a heavy sigh. "I said I want you. As in I want you to walk me to my chambers, remove my tunic and trousers, and ravish me," I replied. The suspicion in his eyes only grew. He wasn't used to someone wanting to bed him without being paid that much was clear. "Fuck off," he told me. I sighed before I frowned and turned to walk away. Something in my demeanor must have shown I meant what I said because in the next moment his armored hand was grabbing my shoulder. "You actually want me to fuck you? Now why would a pretty girl like you want that?" he questioned. I turned back toward him and nodded my head. "Something about men bigger and stronger than me makes me horny. As soon as you rode into the courtyard my thoughts turned to you pinning me down and dominating me," I told him. He threw me over his shoulder causing me to grunt, but I was excited for what was in store.

Sandor was anything, but gentle as he threw me on my bed and began removing his armor. I took my boots off and watched as he removed his vambraces, shoulder pauldrons, curiass, and gauntlets leaving him in a rough-spun tunic and trousers. I could feel my sex getting slicker and my heart beat pick up speed. "This really want you want little warrior?" he asked. He must have picked the endearment after seeing me in the training yard, but I didn't mind it. "Yes, Sandor I really want this," I replied. He tore his tunic off, walked over to the bed, sat down and began removing his boots. He then turned toward me, grabbed my foot and pulled me under him. His rough lips crashed on mine eliciting a moan from me. His hands calloused from wielding his sword ripped my own tunic off freeing my breast for him to roughly paw at. His lips left mine to bite at my neck as he ripped my trousers down my legs. I was now bare before him, but I still felt as hot as if my clothing was still on.

"I'm going to fuck you little warrior. I don't make love," Sandor told me as he removed his own trousers. "Good if I wanted to be made love to I would have went to someone else," I said. He let out a growl as he lined up with my entrance and slid in. His hands grabbed my waist tight enough to leave bruises while his thrusts were hard and merciless. It was almost painful, but it felt so good at the same time. His fast pace had us both coming undone within minutes. I knew he wouldn't stay once we were finished, but I was still disappointed as he put his clothing and armor back on. We continued to meet like this until one night a maid caught him coming out of my room and told Lady Stark. The next morning her and Lord Stark summoned me to their solar. Lady Stark said I had tarnished their name and wanted me gone. Lord Stark had tried to calm her, but it wouldn't work.

That's how I found myself standing next to a cinnamon mare with my red hair cut to my shoulders and my breast bound tight, wearing light armor. I refused to stay in Winterfell to deal with Lady Stark's wrath. And I couldn't go to King's Landing once the little prick Joffrey had learned about Sandor and me. He didn't want "his dog" distracted. So I had chosen to pose as a man and join the Night's Watch. At least I would have Jon even if he didn't recognize who I was. My plan worked; I was a member of the Night's watch.

Now I was walking into a tent with Jon wondering if we were going to live or not. After Ygritte unbound my hands I removed my breast band and let my hair down; it had grown out while I was at the wall. With my breasts free and my hair undone it was clear I was a woman, but I wasn't sure that would save me. "I smell a crow," a man with red hair and a red beard said. "We killed their friends. Thought you'd want to question these two," the Lord of Bones replied. "What do we want with baby crows?" he asked. "This baby killed Qhorin halfhand. He wants to be one of us. And she isn't a crow," Ygritte replied. In a sense she was right. Michael had said the words not Madison. The gorgeous ginger giant stood and turned toward us.

My breath caught in my throat. I didn't hear anything else that was said until Jon kneel-ed and said, "Your grace." I looked at him in complete confusion knowing the man before us wasn't Mance Rayder. "Your Grace?" he questioned while everyone in the tent laughed. "Did you hear that? From now on you'd better kneel every time I fart," he said causing me to laugh. Mance came forward, but I ignored him keeping my eyes on the ginger giant. "Don't panic boy. This isn't the damned Night's Watch where we make you swear off girls," he said giving me a grin and a wink. "That chicken eater you thought was king is Tormund Giantsbane," Mance said.

"Giantsbane huh? They call you that cause you're giant everywhere?" I asked. Tormund gave me another smirk. "Why didn't you kneel?" he asked. I gave him my most seductive look and replied, "I only get on my knees for one thing. Do you want to find out what that is?" The look on his face told me that he did indeed want to find out. I followed him outside and toward another tent. "So how's a pretty girl like you become a crow?" he asked. "Catelyn Stark tried to make me a lady. It became clear to her that wouldn't happen when I bed a man outside of marriage. I had nowhere to go, but to follow Jon. And that is what I did," I told him.

"Now you're a free woman. What do you plan to do?" Tormund replied stalking toward me. "Whatever I please," I replied taking off my cloak. "Good answer," he said before taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. I stood on the tips of my toes to make it easier on him. I threaded my hands into his ginger locks and pulled gently. His large hands grabbed my thighs and lifted me to carry me toward his bed made of furs. Once there he lowered to his knees and laid me down. Our kiss broke as he rose up to remove his own furs.

I watched as his chest came into view causing my breath to hitch once again. He truly was a beautiful man. He lips met mine once again in a fiery kiss as he undone the laces on my trousers and pushed his hand in. I groaned in pleasure my back arching when his fingers brushed against my clit. "I'm going to show you how a real man fucks. You'll be as slick as a baby seal before I'm even in you," Tormund growled out and I believed every word. He attached his lips to the side of my neck sucking and biting leaving marks in their wake. He trailed his kisses to the top of my leather armor over my tunic.

I sat up so he could remove it and my tunic. Once they were gone his mouth found my left nipple and sucked. His hand was once again at my sex rubbing my clit. He ran his tongue over my nipple and then swirled. His other hand tweaked and rolled my right nipple. My breath came in pants as my skin began to heat up. I could feel my orgasm approaching. Tormund's teeth grazed my nipple before he released it with a pop then trailed wet kisses to my other giving it the same treatment. Tormund slid a finger into my wet heat and began pumping it in and out. The new sensation sent me over the edge. My walls clenched around his finger, my back arched, and I moaned out his name.

Before I could even begin to come down Tormund's mouth was licking my clit in a slow precise manner. I gasped never having had that done before. "Oh Gods that feels good," I moaned out. I pulled on his hair causing him to moan sending vibrations throughout my sex. He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue while his fingers moved inside me. He curled his fingers and hit that special spot inside. The pleasure was almost too much when it washed over me a second time. Tormund climbed back up me and pressed his lips to mine. The taste of my orgasm on his tongue made me groan.

I could feel his hard cock against my thigh. I reached down and rubbed him through his trousers causing him to rut against my hand. He then stood up and removed his boots and trousers. My mouth watered at the sight of his large cock. I got up on my knees and took it in my hand giving it a few strokes before I licked my lips and went to take him in my mouth. "Not tonight my fiery crow," Tormund said pushing me back. I didn't object and laid back down. He kissed me once again as he lined up with my entrance and slowly entered me.

His cock filled me slowly inch by agonizingly slow inch. When he was fully in he stopped. His thrusts were slow and languid rubbing me in all the right places. I tried to wrap my legs around him, but I couldn't get them fully around his giant frame. It didn't matter he got the hint and picked up speed. The new angle had him rubbing against my clit as well as that wonderful spot on the inside. I soon felt pleasure building in the pit of my stomach once again. "Please Tormund," I begged. He sat up, place my legs on his thighs, began thrusting again as well as rubbing my clit in a fast circular motion.

My third orgasm hit me hard and fast. I saw stars behind my eyelids and warmth washed over me. "Cum for me, Tormund. I want to feel you," I told him. He grabbed my leg and lifted it to his shoulder allowing him to go deeper. His thrusts soon became erratic and I could feel his cock swell signaling his release. Moments later I felt the warmth of his seed as it coated my insides. Once he came down he pulled out of me and laid beside me, pulling me onto his chest and covering us with the furs. I drifted off to sleep and when I woke he was still there. It would seem I found a permanent lover in Tormund. Hoping for things to become more than sex, I grinned and snuggled back into his side.