The principal difficulty, as I see it, in penning a compelling and captivating erotic scene featuring Hodor is that there are only so many ways one can reliably relate the varying stages of Hodor’s ecstasy via dialogue. To wit:
“Hodor?” Hodor asked, unsure what was being requested of him by the drunken Imp and his Dire Wolf.
“Hodor”, Hodor assented as he let the Dire Wolf pin him down.
“Hodor!” Hodor exclaimed, taking the brunt of the meaty intrusion.
“Hodor… HODOR!” Hodor screeched, as he experienced a visceral chill thanks to Dire Wolf’s tongue.
“Hodor…” Hodor whimpered, weak and yet wanting more.
“_Hodor_” Hodor said flatly, denying Jon Snow his sloppy seconds.
I’m sure there are others who would be quite capable of verbally expressing the depth and magnitude of his amorous explosion, but alas, such is beyond me.
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