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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 3:03:01 GMT -5
Aranya couldn't keep anything from Selwyn. She was too blunt, too direct, and they shared too much. She cast Lustrig an anxious look, though, and lowered her voice.
"Er, so I went into a warg trance in my sleep. And a snake was...pleasuring me...and then I became the snake, and I was, um, servicing myself, and then the woman became Emelia Martell and my body materialized while I was...doing...so, er, then we talked." Her cheeks were flaming hot.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Aug 24, 2007 3:08:35 GMT -5
"Since when do you talk after sex. This story doesn't add up," Selwyn says, with a wink. "Are you sure this was real, and not just a fever dream, a fantasy born of seeing that woman and her serpent before we left King's Landing?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 3:11:44 GMT -5
"We were talking about other things, stupid," Aranya growled. "And I'll show you what a fever dream really is like." She began dragging him towards the shed by the Shadow Tower.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Aug 24, 2007 3:13:25 GMT -5
Selwyn doesn't need to be dragged. It is a cold night...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 3:16:20 GMT -5
So show him not being dragged. For Lustrig's benefit.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Aug 24, 2007 3:19:04 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 3:21:15 GMT -5
OOC: She's not taking you to the shed anymore.  Aranya let go of Selwyn's limp form and strode over to put the obsidian sword under her saddle again. |
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Aug 24, 2007 3:22:00 GMT -5
OOC: Hey wait a minute! I never said he was limp!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 3:23:42 GMT -5
OOC: Then prove it!
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Aug 24, 2007 3:23:43 GMT -5
"If that's the teasing game you play..." Selwyn comes up from behind Aranya and pins her against her horse, and finds his way through her clothes. Lustrig pretends to look away.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 3:26:16 GMT -5
OOC: See? That's the way. Emelia is gagging for it, Graham is gagging for it, and you'd better be gagging for it, or you're not getting any. Aranya wrapped herself around him, hoisted herself higher, and got down to business, also ignoring Lustrig. |
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Aug 24, 2007 3:30:47 GMT -5
The horse, for once, does not seem to bite at Selwyn, but only rubs his head against him while he and Aranya use him as a wall. He almost seems -friendly- while Aranya cries out and writhes.
Lustrig snorts and laughs as the two start to make too much noise.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 3:33:14 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, I think we've reached the rating limit  The black brothers look on aghast as the southron lord makes love to his wife. "I should never have taken those vows," one man says gloomily. |
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Aug 24, 2007 3:37:29 GMT -5
OOC: See, I've got it in me. I'm just shy . Oh, and I laughed audibly with the black brothers comment. IC: Satisfied, Selwyn redoes his breeches, giving Aranya a smile. "Are you going to talk after sex this time?" |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2007 3:41:03 GMT -5
OOC: Well done Aranya nuzzled against him, her arms around his neck and her legs still hooked around him. "Whatever you want. I wonder what Lord Bracken will think of us now." |
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Hope you all are well and happy.