Capítulo 183: Chapter 183
He has fucked up. Badly.
Even if he did managed to keep his people in line, their moral was as low as it could ever be.
And he had lost about half of his best fighters.
Now the only reasonable thing he could do was gather the other tribes and be as powerful as the Thenns.
Then he would have to ally with those cunts because he doubted that he would have a larger army than them any time soon.
No, allying himself with them was the only choice he had left.
And then together they would go to the Wall…
And then what?
He would never admit it to anyone but he had been greatly shaken by his crushing defeat at the hands of the Southron.
If he could defeat them while they were on a small mountain, then how the fuck did he expect to defeat them when they were behind the Wall.
With this defeat, he had not only lost the chance to become the King Beyond the Wall. But he might have lost all chances of going South.
He let out a sigh and pull the girl up to him.
She saw still sobbing quietly to herself but he didn't really care.
He was hard once again and she was had a good tight cunt.
He turned her around so that she could look at him this time and climbed on top of her.
She turned her head away as tears streaked down her face.
He didn't care. He held her chin in his tight vice like grip and forced her to look at him.
Then he slowly entered her, enjoying how her face contorted in pain as he entered her hot and tight cunt.
"You like that ah. Being fucked."
The girl shook her head and he chuckled as he pulled her legs on his shoulders and started pushing inside her once again. The repeated sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded in the tent along with some sobbing and his occasional chuckles.
"You will." He told her as he grunted and came inside her velvety folds once again.
Then he fell down on top of her remained there for the next few moments as his cock turned soft and slid out of her.
The girl simply continued to sob and he rolled his eyes at her.
When he was her age, he had suffered ten times worse and had snarled at the face of adversity instead of turning into a crying mess.
He hated weak women.
He didn't care if she quickened with his seed or not.
The way things were going, he doubted that he would survive till the end of the next Winter let alone any son of his.
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