2 CHAPTER 2

BEYOND THE WALL

CACOON TRIBE

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The wildlings' settlement was a blend of wooden huts and patchwork tents scattered across a snowy stretch of land. Trails of smoke drifted up from fire pits at the heart of the camp, drawing folks in for warmth and camaraderie. The fires were a social hub, perfect for sharing stories and cooking hearty meals.

While Animal hides hung on the tent walls, adding an extra layer of insulation against the frigid air. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the sound of children laughing and free-folk were  busy with daily tasks like gathering firewood or tending to animals.

At the center of the camp stood a larger, more elaborate tent, easy to spot thanks to its decorations of bones and symbols. This was the leader's home; a place where decisions were made and visitors were welcomed. The tent's size and intricate adornments made it clear that it was the focal point of the community.

Inside the leader's tent, the atmosphere was filled with filthy depravity and raw desire. Dorra, the dominant leader of the wildlings, was pounding his stunning wife Cadra, indulging in a moment of intimate debauchery to tame his morning wood. Cadra, a wildling woman renowned for her fiery spirit and prowess in bed, reveled in the vulgar passion.

As he thrust his medium-sized cock into her drenched vagina, her body moved in perfect sync with his, the sounds of their collision echoing through the tent. Over time, Cadra's breathing grew ragged, her pleasure evident in every filthy moan and gasp.

"Didn't you say I couldn't satisfy you, huh, you filthy slut?"

"Aaahh... I'm sorry, honey~"

"Apologize to me, you bitch."

"Aaahh... for the old gods' sake, spare this filthy slut... I was wrong... "

"Aeeunggggg...this slut acknowledges the tribal chief..ahaah"

Cadra's physical presence was utterly terrifying, impossible to ignore. Her long, flowing red hair cascaded down her back, framing her face and drawing attention to her seductive green eyes that held both fierceness and allure. Her sharp, well-defined nose only added to her striking features, making her all the more irresistible.

Her figure was beyond curvaceous, it was downright sinful. Her body was plump  as hell in all the right places, with extremely large, round breasts that defied gravity, hanging down to her belly button, emphasizing her voluptuousness.

Just the idea of laying a hand on her would make one shiver, thinking about how damn soft and tempting her boobs were, just begging to be squeezed hard. And Her nipples pointing inwards and those big red areolas looked so dirty and nasty, making any man in front of her more of a freak in bed, wanting to devour her filthy hairy cunt until satisfied.

Cadra's body exuded the charm of a seductress, a siren luring men to their downfall. Her unique, intoxicating bodily scent was like a drug, making men crave her and defile her to their hearts' content.

And currently, the tribal chief was pounding her in doggy style, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, as his large hands squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide, indulging in every inch of her sinful form.

"Yes, Dorra...right there...hit bit harder, yes...Eeeeuaag," she gasped, her voice filled with longing.

"Destroy this slut, my tribal chief...cum inside me."

Hearing this, Dorra's grip tightened as he held Cadra close, his rough growl blending with her moans of pleasure.

"Damn bitch...I'll give you what you want," he declared, his voice husky.

They were having a good and passionate time, drawing attention from those nearby outside the tent.

But suddenly, a free-folk interrupted them, shouting, "Chief Dorra! The slave has woken up!"

Inside the tent....

"Who wants to ruin my good times?"

"Honey, it seems urgent,"

"But we haven't finished yet,"

She laughed softly, her gaze intense.

"Does honeeeey~ not know that nights are long and full of promise? We have the whole day and night ahead to continue what we've started."

"Though I don't want to leave, I can bear it for you,"

He said, trying to shift his focus to the matter at hand.

"Puff .hahah Yes, my dear husband,"

Cadra responded, her voice sultry and teasing.

Dorra quickly dressed, pulling up his pants and donning his warm clothes. He leaned in, pressing his lips to his beautiful wife's in a lingering kiss, whispering as he drew back.

"Tomorrow, you may not be able to walk,"

He teased with glint in his eyes.

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AFTER SOME TIME...

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Steve's eyes blinked open, his vision hazy as he struggled to focus on his surroundings. The frigid air had been replaced by a warmer environment, and he found himself lying on a rough cot covered with animal hides. As he sat up, he realized he was inside a large tent. The canvas walls were lined with animal pelts, and the ground was covered with rugs.

He noticed the food given to him and didn't bother asking any questions. Instead, he indulged in eating like a starving dog devouring its prey. Even though it was uncooked fish, he ate it all, crushing the bones even if they weren't edible.

A group of wildlings stood nearby, observing him with curiosity and open hostility. They were dressed in fur cloaks and carried makeshift weapons. Their expressions were wary, and they scrutinized him closely.

Soon, their leader, the great tribal chief of the Cocoon tribe, entered and angrily threw a question at him.

"Thanks to you, I missed my chance to cum inside my sweet wife," the chief snapped, irritation clear in his voice. "So don't lie to me, or I'll skin you alive. Now tell, Are you one of the Night's Watch dogs, a man from the phony North, or a southern clown? Answer me before I lose my temper!"

"I am American,"

Steve replied, his voice still hoarse.

Although he had forgotten almost everything, he remembered a few things, including the art of battle, his name, and where he belonged to , his homeland, America.

Even though he couldn't remember what the place looked like, the name felt familiar to him, as if it was engraved in his mind and bulging muscles.

The wildlings exchanged puzzled glances, not recognizing the name.

"America?" one wildling nearby asked, a note of skepticism in his voice.

"What kind of shitty place is that? Never heard of it."

Steve shook his head slightly.

"I don't know  ...I can't tell you exactly ," he admitted, frustration creeping into his voice. "As..My memories are still scattered, but the name just ..feels right...to me"

The wildlings continued to regard him with suspicion, their guard up. The tribal chief, a tall and imposing figure, stepped forward. His fur cloak was adorned with bones and trinkets, a sign of his leadership.although His face was unsettling, ugly, rivalling the bastard from Japanese hentai.

"You were fortunate that my men found you before the cold claimed you," the chief said, his voice authoritative and measured.

"But you don't belong here, and that makes you an unknown threat to us."

Steve met the chief's gaze, his expression steady. His shield was far away, and he could sense the danger the man posed, so he spoke cautiously to keep the situation under control.

"I understand your concerns, sir," Steve said calmly.

"But I can assure you, I don't mean you any harm. I don't even know who I am. I'm trying to find my way in this unfamiliar environment, which seems quite foreign to me."

The chief studied him for a moment, his eyes narrowed.

"You could be useful to us," he said finally.

"Initially, you would have ended up in a far worse situation. We first intended to make you a slave."

Steve's jaw tightened as he felt his warrior blood rushing through him, but he managed to keep his cool demeanor and said,

"I'm a warrior. I can fight. I don't want to be anyone's slave. There must be another option, too...if not then...."

The chief nodded slowly, as if weighing his words carefully.

"There might be another way, but only if you can prove your strength and skill by defeating one of our warriors in combat. You might earn a place among us instead of serving as a slave. It all depends on how strong you are."

"Then I need some time to recover," Steve said.

Few of the wildlings spoke up, clearly opposed to the idea.

"Why give him a chance at all?

"He's from the South, a potential threat."

"Why take the risk... tribal chief?"

"Sacrifice him to the old gods"

The chief held up a hand to silence the murmurs of agreement.

"Rules have always been like this. If he can best one of our own in a fair fight, he may prove his worth and earn our trust. No need for further discussion."

Steve considered the proposal, his mind working quickly. "When and where?" he asked.

"Tomorrow at dawn, at the center of the settlement. You'll face one of our best warriors in combat," the chief replied. After a moment, he grew frustrated and said, "And all of you, when I'm with my lady, don't dare disrupt me, or I'll take your wives as mine!"

Hearing this, the wildlings shuddered.

As for Dorra, he knew all too well that all the men here wanted to fuck his wife because she is  just that  beautiful. To protect his family, he needed men like Steve, who had righteousness in their eyes. Dorra could see that this man could be a good dog if trained well. Pondering this thought, he left with the other members.

Meanwhile, the tent cage was now open, and the collar was removed from Steve's neck. He felt a sense of freedom and wasn't particularly scared of these people. However, he had witnessed that the tribe had over 5,000 people, and he didn't think he would be able to fight them all, especially in his weakened state.

Thus gripping his shield once again, Steve spoke with determination,

"I must survive."