The Sword Of The Morning Chapter 2 - Weeping Village

*Squeak*

*Squeak*

*Squeak*

With every thrust Jon made into Alys the bed squeaked and threatened to give way but he didn't care, all he cared about was thrusting his cock up into her as deep as it could go. He finally gave in and took her Maidenhead and the feeling of him splitting her apart with his large prick was making her howl like a bitch in heat, Jon was also enjoying himself immensely as he had always preferred a woman's sex, it was always hotter and wetter than her arse and it would get wetter as time went on.

"Jon!!!!" Alys screamed as she bit his shoulder, her legs were wrapped around his waist tightly and her heels dug into his arse spurring him to go even faster. Jon grunted as he felt her sex contract around his cock for the fourth time since he'd put it in, he wasn't going to last at all at this rate and tried to slow down but Alys bit down harder on him when he did. He got the message and so he lifted her legs and pressed them down by her head before he fucked her as deeply and as fast as he could "Ughhh uh uhhhh" all Alys could do was make sounds as Jon's cock filled her.

Jon was about to finish and so he was about to pull out and shoot his seed over her belly but her sex started to suck him in even harder than before and it pushed him over the edge "Ooooh gods!" Jon groaned as he started shooting his seed deeply inside of Alys, The girl was utterly delighted when she felt his warm seed completely fill her, her toes curled and she felt herself peak once again and finish "That... feels wonderful" she moaned out as her eyes started to flutter.

Jon rolled off her and back onto the bed "Probably should not have done that" he said to himself feeling immediate regret, but he couldn't help himself, he loved women. He got up from his bed and started to get dressed, he was going to be leaving today so he wanted to have one more romp with Alys before he left for Winterfell. He had just about finished getting dressed when he heard the worst possible sound he could've heard.

*Knock*

*Knock*

However, the person didn't wait until Jon answered and simply just opened the door 'Fuck...' he thought to himself as Harrion his friend since he arrived at Karhold and the person who had taught him the basics of the Berserker Trance walked in see his sister naked in Jon's bed.

"My friend it's not how-"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Harrion had already slipped into his trance and went into a blinding rage as he charged at Jon his massive frame dwarfing his own. Jon's eyes widened and he backed up but he ended up hitting the window shutters of the room, there was too little space to dodge so he charged at Harrion though this proved to be wholly ineffective as Harrion picked him up in a tackle and they crashed through the window "AHHHHHH" Jon screamed as they plummeted into the courtyard, Jon elbowed him in the face before head butting him and flipping themselves around. With a crash, they both fell to the ground though Jon managed to avoid most of the damage as he pushed himself off Harrion.

As he tried getting up though his ankle was tightly gripped by the man and he was flung a dozen feet away. He managed to flip midair and pushed himself off his hands and to his feet, he slid onto the snowy ground and looked back to see Harrion getting up "Harry my friend this isn't as bad as it seems" Jon said with a sheepish smile.

However, things only seemed to go from bad to worse, they had landed in the courtyard... during the day. So everyone there who is loyal to House Karstark see their heir fighting a bastard they immediately turned on him as well 'Shit shit shit, what do I do!' Jon thought to himself as he looked around to see multiple people approaching him.

Jon turned around and started to run, however, there were multiple people in his way, one of the guards thrust at him with a spear however he managed to sidestep the spear before grabbing it in his hand and shoulder barging the guard. He then spun around and swung at the other guard with the blunt end. He knew he couldn't draw any blood otherwise what might be a harsh punishment would turn into a death sentence.

Jon turns around seeing more people approach him, he also sees that the main exit to the keep is behind them, he sighs before turning around and gripping a wooden sword from a rack that is close by, he drops the spear and flourished the sword in his hands and then charged the guards. He lunges forward, a wooden sword meeting steel as he clashes with a burly guard. Their weapons collide with a deafening impact, but Jon twists his body, using the momentum to disarm his adversary. The guard stumbles backwards, clutching his empty hand in defeat.

With a swift turn, Jon sidesteps a sweeping strike, narrowly avoiding a blade that slices through the air. He retaliates immediately, striking a guard's arm with his wooden sword, causing him to cry out in pain. Momentum is Jon's ally as he presses forward, each exchange quick and decisive.

As Jon battles his way through the crowd of guards, their numbers seem unending. He ducks under an overhead swing, pivots, and delivers a powerful kick to the guard's chest. The man topples over, crashing into his comrades like a falling domino, creating a brief opening for Jon.

He seizes the opportunity, dashing toward the exit. Jon's relief at seeing the exit turns to shock as a sudden, powerful kick sends him hurtling through the air, crashing into a nearby wall. His wooden training sword is flung out of his grasp, landing several feet away. Jon grunts in pain, struggling to catch his breath. As he looks up, his eyes widen with dread as he spots Harrion Karstark, still lost in his berserker trance.

Harrion's scream pierces the air, an eerie and unsettling sound that sets Jon's nerves on edge. With an unrelenting charge, Harrion barrels toward Jon, his strength seemingly superhuman in his berserk state. Jon knows that he's physically outmatched and weaponless.

Their fight becomes a harrowing struggle. Harrion's brute strength is undeniable, and he pummels Jon with relentless blows. Jon tries to defend himself with his fists, blocking some of the attacks, but Harrion's berserk fury makes him an unstoppable force. Each punch feels like a hammer blow, and Jon's body aches with every impact.

Jon is determined to hold his ground. With gritted teeth, he manages to block one of Harrion's incoming punches with his forearm, but the sheer force sends tremors of pain through his arm. He retaliates with a swift kick to Harrion's midsection, forcing the berserker back momentarily.

But Harrion is relentless. He charges forward again, launching a series of powerful strikes. Jon does his best to evade and deflect, using his fists as his only defence. Jon then kicked off the back wall and punched Harrion in the face before kicking him in the knee and ending with another punch in the stomach. However, when he looked up he could only sheepishly smile as he saw Harrion was completely unaffected, while he was sure he'd done a bit of damage in his trance he ignored it all.

Harrion then grabbed Jon's arm and yanked roughly Jon felt himself flung through the air, his body crashing against the courtyard wall with a bone-jarring impact. He rebounds off the wall and hits the snow-covered ground hard. The world seems to spin around him as he struggles to regain his footing.

But Harrion's fury knows no bounds. He grabs Jon by the shoulders, lifting him off his feet effortlessly. The berserker then slams Jon into the ground with terrifying force. The courtyard seems to shake with the impact, and Jon gasps for breath as pain courses through him.

Blood trickles from Jon's nose, and his vision blurs, but he refuses to surrender. With sheer determination, he rolls to the side, narrowly avoiding another of Harrion's devastating blows. In a moment of unexpected agility, Jon springs back to his feet.

Jon knows he must seize this opportunity. He launches a ferocious punch at Harrion's jaw, the impact causing the berserker to stagger. It's a brief respite, but Jon uses it wisely, moving with newfound speed.

Ducking and weaving, Jon avoids Harrion's wild swings and counters with rapid punches to Harrion's torso and ribs. However, Harrion ignores it all and keeps pummelling him with swing after swing making Jon glad he didn't have a weapon.

As Jon endures the relentless onslaught from Harrion, something within him begins to change. He feels a surge of anger and power building deep within, an energy he can't control. His back muscles involuntarily flex, straining against his shirt until it rips apart.

The guards who have been watching gasp in astonishment as they catch sight of the intricate muscle carving on Jon's back, taking the form of a great sword, It's a sight that shocks and mystifies them.

With a primal growl, Jon channels this newfound energy into a powerful punch. His fist connects with Harrion's jaw with astonishing force, sending the berserker crashing to the ground. For a moment everyone is shocked but none so more as Jon, 'Surely it can't be this easy' he thought to himself but it seemed that he spoke too soon as Harrion stood up, though his eyes were no longer glazed over, it seemed he had been knocked out of his trance.

He scowled at Jon before walking towards him and pushing him against the wall "For saving my father and the friendship we once had I will not speak of what I saw, but you will leave now and never return" he whispered with rage still dripping from his voice.

Jon felt guilt weigh heavily upon himself, had he known he'd lose a friend due to his fraternising with Alys he would've never done so "I am sorry Harrion..." though he tried to think of something else to say he couldn't. Harrion grunted and turned around before leaving.

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Jon had been feeling morose as he rode back towards Winterfell, though eventually he just told himself he had to move on. He'd just have to make sure he didn't make the same mistake next time, though that's what he said the last time he got caught. Still, luckily that was a Miller daughter and not a Lords "I wonder what I'll do next, maybe I'll give the Queen a visit" he said with a self-deprecating chuckle. He needed to remember his station in life, he was a bastard and that meant he had to live life carefully lest he be executed or sent to the wall.

Jon was glad he managed to learn the basics of the berserker trance, though it wasn't practical yet as it still took him around 5 minutes to slip into it, which was why Harrion being able to do it instantly amazed him. As Jon rode his horse down the road to Winterfell he started to wonder what he would do with his life, he was almost a man grown and yet he had no plans, he wanted to get stronger but he wasn't sure how to exactly.

He knew he couldn't stay a ward of House Stark forever, and while he appreciated their kindness he wanted to make something of himself 'I should look south' he thought to himself as he considered his options. The North was not a place known for its skill in combat, they had always had a savage style lacking finesse but making up for it using strength, South however had hundreds of different styles and techniques. He'd heard once that each knight cultivated his kind of style which he passed down to his squire who then made it his own and added something to it. Though he wasn't sure if that was true or not as he'd never met a Knight before that wasn't from the north.

Jon smiled with relief when he rode over a rise and saw a village in the distance, he hoped they had an Inn as he was exhausted and feeling quite sore from the fight with Harrion. However, his ears twitched as he heard a scream coming from the direction of the village, Trusting his instincts he leapt off his horse and led it into the woods just off the path. He tied the horse to the tree and carefully snuck closer to the village, he was lucky that the weeping river was on the other side of the village otherwise he'd have some trouble getting close. But as he did he could see what the issue was, there were what looked like a dozen men who had gathered the townsfolk into the centre of the village.

The men were raiding each of the small folk's houses, Jon could see many dead men on the ground 'Probably tried to fight back' Jon thought to himself as he saw mostly women and children huddled together, all looked terrified and wept as they bandits laughed and pulled at the women's dress.

The sight of it made Jon's blood boil, While he had never seen a knight before that did not mean he knew nothing about them, more specifically their code. Jon believed that those who were strong had the responsibility to protect the weak, so men like these disgusted him right down to his core and he would have no issues killing them.

Jon started to run before pushing off the ground grabbing onto a tree branch and pulling himself up. He quickly climbed the tree to get a better look at the village, he was glad he listened to his instinct as he could see an archer perched on one of the roofs of one of the larger buildings that looked to be a blacksmith. Jon would have to take him out first, though he doubted he’d have much trouble with the rest.

He jumped down from the tree and carefully circled the village before sneaking inside, The mocking and jeering of the bandits got louder and he could hear multiple women already screaming as their clothes were torn off. He silently scaled the smithy and rolled onto the roof, he could hear the archer chuckle as he watched women and even some younger girls get pinned down by the men. Jon gripped his dagger and unsheathed it silently, though as he snuck up on the unsuspecting man the wood creaked under his weight and the man quickly turned but it was already too late. A quick slash saw his throat open up though before he could fall off the roof Jon grabbed him. While it would take away his element of surprise he would rather not see the women get raped.

“Sorry I need to borrow this” Jon said as he stuck his knife into the archer's belly and cut open his stomach letting his blood and intestines fall out on some of the bandits below. He let the body drop before ducking and rolling across the roof and off the smithy.

“HELLS!” One of the Bandits screamed as he got off the woman he was about to penetrate, A long piece of intestine was strewn around his neck and once he realised what was on him he turned around and threw up, This managed to get the attention of their leader.

“WHAT IS GOIN’ ON” a large rotund man shouted, If the gods had ever cursed anyone it was this man. He was horrifically ugly to the point where one would wonder if one of his parents had been an animal, his skin was pale and rough like sand with red patches. But while this made him a disgusting creature all on its own, his most distinctive feature was his smell, the man stunk so badly that no natural or unnatural scents could cover the smell. Merely being in his presence made people gag, it was a combination of all of these factors that turned this man into a bitter angry person who took pleasure in seeing others suffer.

“Ol’ Barne is dead Reek!” One of the men shouted to their leader who was now known as Reek.

“Well don’ just stand there, go get 'em!” Reek shouted as he pointed a fat sausage finger in the direction of Barnes's body. However what was most peculiar about Reek was that in his other hand was a chain that was attached to a collar, the person wearing the collar was a small slender thing with a sack over their head.

Jon witnessed all of this from behind a horse cart as he considered his next move ‘Stop thinking and just do’ Jon said to himself as he withdrew his sword.

The first bandit, a hulking figure armed with a wicked blade, came behind the smithy, oblivious to the lurking danger. Jon’s heart thudded like a war drum as he seized the moment. In one merciless swing, his sword cleaved through the night air and severed the bandit’s arm with a sickening snap. The bandit’s scream of agony echoed through the village, a warning to the others.

Without hesitation, the other bandits charged at Jon with fury in their eyes. The alley behind the smithy became a battleground of chaos and violence. Jon fought with brutal efficiency, each exchange a testament to his combat prowess.

A bandit with a rusted dagger lunged at him, only to have his knee shattered by Jon’s calculated kick. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his mangled leg. Meanwhile, another bandit armed with a heavy mace swung wildly at Jon. With practised precision, Jon parried the attack and retaliated with a savage strike. The bandit’s arm was severed at the elbow, and he howled in anguish as blood sprayed from the wound.

But the bandits were relentless. They closed in on Jon from all sides, He dodged a flurry of blows, each strike narrowly missing its mark. In response, Jon delivered bone-crushing kicks and swift punches that left his adversaries reeling.

The alleyway transformed into a nightmarish arena, the air filled with the cacophony of clashing steel and pained cries. Jon fought with unwavering determination, leaving a trail of broken bones and severed limbs in his wake.

The skirmish in the village escalated into a gruesome tableau of violence as Jon Snow fought the bandits. Their chaotic struggle moved from the narrow alley behind the smithy and into the heart of the village, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

“KILL HIM NOW!!!!!” They heard Reek shout as he watched the fight unfold, worried about how many men he was losing.

Jon found himself surrounded by multiple bandits, their faces twisted in malice, their weapons gleaming with ill intent. The air crackled with tension as the battle unfolded.

In one exchange, Jon parried a bandit's slashing attack with a swift block of his sword, the impact ringing through the night air. With a brutal kick, he sent another bandit sprawling to the ground, a satisfying crunch marking the connection of boot to the bone.

As he faced multiple adversaries, Jon's movements were a relentless dance of death. He deflected a sword strike aimed at his chest and countered with a vicious backhand slash that left the bandit clutching his bleeding face. Meanwhile, another foe lunged at him, attempting to tackle him to the ground. Jon responded with a brutal elbow to the throat, sending the bandit gasping for air.

The bandits, despite the bloodshed and broken bones, continued their onslaught. One attempted a surprise attack from behind, but Jon's keen instincts allowed him to sidestep the threat and deliver a punishing knee to the assailant's gut.

Jon slaughtered the bandits without any mercy, most of them were poorly trained, even more so than the wildlings and it was clear that they had not been at it for long. As he killed the last of the bandits nearly cutting the man in half he looked up at the last person there, Reek.

“GET BACK FROM ME!” The man shouted as Jon started to approach though he soon regretted his decision when he smelt a pungent odour coming from him, Jon scrunched his face and wrinkled his nose.

Reek feeling fear for the first time in a while yanked on the chain he had in his hand pulling the person on the other end forward, he then took the hood off their head and Jon couldn’t help the gasp that escaped his lips. The person who now stood in front of Reek was a beautiful young girl around the same age as him, She had messy unwashed black hair that ran to her shoulders, and she was covered in filth and dried blood and dressed in rags. However she was incredibly beautiful, the most prominent features were her incredibly pale skin and her pale blue eyes. Her skin was so pale Jon was half convinced she was dead.

Reek then took two daggers out of his belt before handing them to her “Remsey be a good girl and KILL THAT MAN!” He commanded shouting the last part. Remsey growled and immediately charged towards Jon.

The clash between Jon and Remsey unfolded in a torrent of violence and grace, a deadly ballet performed amidst the chaos of the village. Remsey, her beautiful face smeared with dirt and dried blood, attacked with a relentless savagery that belied her appearance.

As she charged, her twin daggers gleamed ominously in the flickering sunlight. Her movements were a breathtaking fusion of power and agility, allowing her to bridge the gap between them in the blink of an eye. The wild growl that escaped her lips created an eerie backdrop to the unfolding brutality.

Their initial exchange was a symphony of clashing steel. Jon’s steel sword met Remsey’s daggers with a resounding clash, each parry a testament to his skill. Remsey flowed like water, her lithe form twisting and turning, her daggers becoming extensions of her very being.

What made Remsey a formidable opponent was her unpredictable attack patterns. She feinted with one dagger and, in the next heartbeat, lunged with the other, forcing Jon to adapt rapidly to her ever-shifting assault. His defensive stance was tested to its limits as he sought to withstand the relentless barrage.

Remsey’s attacks came from angles that seemed to defy physics, catching Jon off guard more than once. Her precision was uncanny, and her strikes were ruthless. She executed rapid slashes and thrusts with an almost unnatural fluidity.

She spun like a dervish, ducked, and rolled, using her lithe frame to evade Jon’s retaliatory strikes. In a daring display, she executed a handstand, her legs forming a deadly V as she delivered a lightning-quick kick aimed squarely at Jon’s chest.

The impact sent Jon staggering backwards, the breath knocked out of him. But his resolve remained unwavering. In a swift and determined response, he managed to graze Remsey’s arm with his sword, drawing blood. Her wince of pain only seemed to fuel her fury, as if she welcomed the pain as an old friend.

The fight took on a dynamic rhythm. Remsey’s precision was awe-inspiring as she executed rapid slashes and thrusts, always aiming for Jon’s vital spots. His every block and parry was met with a swift counterattack, a testament to her combat prowess.

Jon, for his part, remained resolute. His defensive stance was unwavering, and he fought to maintain control over the chaotic battle. At times, he managed to push Remsey back with a fierce combination of strikes, but she always returned with renewed ferocity. She cartwheeled to evade a low sweep of Jon’s sword, and then, with an acrobatic flip, avoided a potentially lethal thrust. Her lithe movements were a deadly dance, designed to keep Jon off balance.

In a daring manoeuvre, Remsey executed a handstand, her legs forming that menacing V once again. This time, her kick was aimed at Jon’s head, a deadly combination of agility and power. He barely managed to duck in time, the rush of air from her passing foot a chilling reminder of her deadly intent. Remsey decided to introduce a new element to the fight. She disarmed herself of one dagger, tossing it at Jon, leaving him momentarily off-guard.

This daring manoeuvre allowed Remsey to close the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Jon barely had time to react before she was upon him, her remaining dagger striking like a viper. He managed to block the first blow, but the second found its mark, slashing across his cheek, and leaving a shallow but stinging gash.

Jon retaliated with newfound determination. He swept his sword in a wide arc, aiming to disarm Remsey as well. She responded with an unexpected manoeuvre, dropping into a low spin, her foot sweeping Jon’s legs out from under him. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, his sword skidding out of reach.

Undeterred, Jon rolled to his feet and assessed his surroundings. Spotting a wooden crate nearby, he kicked it toward Remsey, who leapt onto it with cat-like agility. The crate tipped under her weight, sending her tumbling to the ground.

As she hit the cobblestones, Jon lunged forward to seize the advantage. Remsey’s dagger clattered away, and so with a swing of his sword Jon hit her straight in the head, however, he used the flat part of the blade and knocked her out.

“NO NO NO NO!!! Get up you useless bastard, fucking piece of filth, get up I command you!” Reek shouted but it was all in vain as Remsey was out cold.

Jon just looked up at him and frowned, he was about to walk towards him and end his life but he looked at the women and children who were still in the centre of town, It reminded him of the dead bodies that had already littered the village before he came here. He picked up a dagger and threw it in front of the survivors “He’s all yours” he simply said.

For a moment they didn’t do anything but then one of the surviving males gripped it and ran towards Reek who to run away had tripped over and fell on his face “AHHHHHHH” the man screamed as he stabbed Reek multiple times revelling in his screams.

Jon just sighed and carried the girl away into what looked like an Inn or at least he hoped it was.

This is Remsey Snow

(AN: So second chapter is done and heroine number 1 has been introduced. The main idea behind it is Ramsay was born a girl, Remsey. And Reek is a lot worse than he was in canon turning Remsey into his own Reek. She’ll be pretty broke and angry and crazy earlier on in the story but will get a bit better though the craziness will never truly leave, also I’ve changed my mind, he’s not Ned and Ashara’s son he’s Brandon and Ashara’s. Trust me it’ll be better.)

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