Ygritte hums contentedly under the attention, tipping into each touch with a pleased sound. How rare it had been, to touch the bare skin of another of the Free Folk, especially this much, for this length of time.

She doesn't mind at all the be tumbled back to the mattress, and she watches the condom disposal with a lazy interest. What a strange world, though she's glad to not worry about children.

A much better line of thought comes from the way he presses and rubs his face against her chest. She's never thought her tits anything special, but she's an absolute fool for having them touched or licked. "It'd be a shame to have to hunt you back down to finish having my way with you," she says. "Especially when you do so well for such a pretty young lad." She can't help letting her fingers run through his hair; it's fascinating. "Is it like this for you where you're from?"