Game of Thrones: How Davos Saved the Day
Copyright© 2019 by Fan Fiction Man
Chapter 49
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 49 - This is a fan fiction alternate version of events where Davos speaks up and sets in motion a very different future for Westeros.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/mt Mult Blackmail Consensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Crime Fan Fiction High Fantasy Military War Zombies Cheating Slut Wife Wife Watching Incest Cousins Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Snuff Gang Bang Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Female White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Fisting Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Public Sex Nudism Politics Revenge Royalty Violence
The Bay of Seals,
Two days later...
“Here they come, boys ... here they come!” Jallen Tarlor, the captain of the watch, shouted, as the Dead came ashore yet again in force.
“Aye, that they do! Are we ready to set them ablaze, too!” Nardel, his sergeant of the watch, a Wildling like their commander, asked him.
“You know Lord Tormund’s standing orders, my savage friend! Cook them! Fry them! Roast them! Burn them all!” Jallen insisted, much to the relief of Nardel, who was anxious to rid the coast of the wights and White Walkers yet again.
“Good, because I have a burning need to broil me some wights!” Nardel laughed as they unleashed the first volley of flaming arrows against the undead invaders.
“Same here ... I haven’t forgotten Torrhen Snow, after all! He was my captain, just as I am yours. He will not go unavenged! More volleys, boys! Knock and loose! Knock and loose! Burn those bastards for the sake of our bastard, Torrhen Snow, captain of the watch!” Jallen roared just as the flames spread and devastated the army of wights rushing ashore.
“Remember Torrhen Snow, lads! He did not die in vain! He did not die in vain!” Nardel yelled as they continued to lay into the wights.
“We’ll push ‘em, back, cap’n, just you see!” another of the men, a former fishermen along the same shore, reassured Tarlor and Nardel to the best of his ability.
“I certainly hope that you prove to be right, Asten. The last thing that we need is to give the wights a toehold in Westeros ... even one. They’d use that and expand it, no doubt of that. Can’t have that ... even if Lord Tormund Giantsbane didn’t command us otherwise!” Jallen worried aloud, given that he didn’t know ... and couldn’t know how many of those dead motherfuckers were about to reach the shore.
“Keep at ‘em, folks! Keep up the fires! We’re not goin’ anywhere! We’ll hold fast our defenses and send them back to the ships! Those dead bastards are gonna burn or flee, but they’ll be gone either way!” Nardel encouraged the militia, men and women, boys and girls, to keep the fight.
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