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Post by Horas on Sept 8, 2013 14:38:14 GMT -5
In response, Val stretches out her long legs over her rival's lap as well, letting her dress slide down her thighs to an even more scandalous length.
"Hush now, Desire." Val runs her hands through Ser Jon's red hair, giggling slightly. "My brave knight knows what he wants. I'm sure his squire is off somewhere," she adds cattily, "If you want to make yourself useful."
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 14:45:08 GMT -5
Symon jangled his purse as he took a seat, then pulled hte girl onto his lap. "The reward might go up," he whispered. He looked over at Jon. "A stranger is always worthy of notice, I believe. I will be pleased to keep you company for the time being. I've got other things to do besides wench and drink at home, but here, well, I may as well have some fun." He winked. The girl sat on his lap and very slowly ran her hand up and down his leg while her other one played with his hair gently. She had a very different style to the other whore in a less slutty way. Fortunately Symon seemed happier with his girl's more sutble charms. "Why, sweetling, one might almost think you a maiden," he teased. "Trust me to get the most wholesome girl in the place." He leaned forward and kissed her, as he slid one hand up to her breast. |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 14:49:54 GMT -5
His girl leaned very close.
"I am a maiden if you wish me to be." She whispered into his ear so that only he could hear, before she gave his lobe a light kiss.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 14:54:30 GMT -5
His girl leaned very close. "I am a maiden if you wish me to be." She whispered into his ear so that only he could hear, before she gave his lobe a light kiss. "That would be interesting," he whispered back. "I've not had a maiden in some time." "Now, now, ladies, there is plenty of Jon Turnberry to go around," The Knight of Strawberries said, though he needed to take a drink to steady himself as Val's long legs became steadily more exposed. He pulled Val closer against him, and it occurred to him that he had never before had a blonde and a black-skinned girl at the same time. "Luckily the gods saw that my ardor would be sorely needed in a world full of less potent men, and saw fit to give me the endurance to bang all of you on the same night. Ser Symon," he said, while running a hand over Val's legs and another hand up Desire's breasts, "Do you want to get a room for all of us to share?" Jon Turnberry was famous for his generosity. "A suite would be better than just one room," Symon remarked. "I can pay my share if need be. I fear you'd be too busy with two girls for just one room between all of us. Unless you intend to share the ladies as well." He made the suggestion lightly as he reached for his beer. |
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 8, 2013 14:56:10 GMT -5
The Summer Islander gave the other whore a furious look.
"Darling, you don't need this little girl over here," she said, staring at Val, "you need a real woman."
Desire took the hand he had placed on her breast and led it slowly but firmly across the full arc of her considerable chest.
She leaned in to his ear, "What do you say we get a room to ourselves? Hmm?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 15:05:44 GMT -5
His girl leaned very close. "I am a maiden if you wish me to be." She whispered into his ear so that only he could hear, before she gave his lobe a light kiss. "That would be interesting," he whispered back. "I've not had a maiden in some time." The girl giggled. "You shock me." She said, clearly teasing. "Do you need another drink?" |
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Post by Horas on Sept 8, 2013 15:06:46 GMT -5
Val glared daggers at the dark girl when Jon faced the opposite direction. "Silly," she giggled, "Why would he want an older woman when he could have a girl so much more... mmm... supple?" Val wrapped her hand around the Strawberry Knight's and raised his goblet, taking a sip with him, then whispered into his ear all the things they could do alone.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 15:10:18 GMT -5
"I do, but hurry back," Symon urged his girl. "But tell me your name first."
He let go of her waist and grinned at Ser Jon.
"That is most acceptable, my friend. I shall have to repay the courtesy if we ever happen to be at Oldtown at the same time."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 8, 2013 15:15:24 GMT -5
The rampant display of wealth from Ser Jon appeared to have a sudden and dramatic tempering effect on the whore named Desire's apparent jealousy.
"You are so, so naughty," she chastised him, running a thin finger around the line of his jaw with her right hand. With her left hand she began to gently caress Val's long legs. Slowly, up to her thighs. And then a little further.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 15:20:02 GMT -5
"I do, but hurry back," Symon urged his girl. "But tell me your name first." He let go of her waist and grinned at Ser Jon. "That is most acceptable, my friend. I shall have to repay the courtesy if we ever happen to be at Oldtown at the same time." The girl smiled "My name is anything that you want it to be." She answered, then stood quickly to get a drink for him. |
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 15:24:53 GMT -5
Symon lounged waiting for the girl to come back. He whistled a low tune as he waited.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 15:27:48 GMT -5
The girl was back quickly and handed him then drink before resuming her place on his lap.
"So decided my name?" She asked nuzzling his ear again.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 15:33:59 GMT -5
"What other name but Beauty," he whispered as his hand crept towards her breast. "I recall a feast at the Hightower when I was just a boy. The bard sang a song that reminds me of you. I have not heard its like since. Listen."
He paused, drank some wine and recited the words.
"My Love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her;
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For Winter, Spring, and Summer.
No beauty she doth miss
when all her robes are on:
But beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone."
He moved his hand to the top of her bodice.
"I would rather like to find out if the bard had the right of it."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 15:43:18 GMT -5
'Beauty' giggled.
"Its a nice song." She said. "Maybe you can, it depend on how nice you are to me tonight."
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 15:56:25 GMT -5
"I'm always nice," he said with a laugh. "I don't beat my women. I'd much rather have a willing woman."
He drank some beer.
"If you please me well enough there's a dragon for you."
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Hope you all are well and happy.