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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 18:00:39 GMT -5
The Daggerfish, the longship of the Lord Sparr and his crew.
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 18:03:54 GMT -5
Asha Sparr sashays her way onto the deck, where a number of ironborn are already sleeping.
"Put yourselves down anywhere you want." She said, as she surveyed the sea quietly.
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Post by Flex on May 19, 2008 18:06:46 GMT -5
Darien, having told Yozs to find himself a bed in a tavern, surveys the deck. He finds an empty spot near the Rudder and walked over to it. "Lovely ship by the way... And you were right about the smell of the men." Darien wrinkled his nose before sitting down on the hard floor. "I just hope this lordsmoot won't last too long."
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2008 18:11:24 GMT -5
"If it does," Rolf said quietly. "I will stay behind, but you, my lord, might want to continue."
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Post by Flex on May 19, 2008 18:12:54 GMT -5
Darien nodded at Rolf's comment. "I hope it does not come to that."
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 18:15:21 GMT -5
Night settles in, and soon the crew are fast asleep. //////////////////////////////////////////// Darien wakes with a start, as he feels a razor sharp blade against his throat. The air is blackness, he can see nothing. "Scream and I'll slit your throat greenlander." comes the feminine voice of Asha Sparr, words slurring slightly. the Royce bastard can feel fingers tugging at his breeches' laces.
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Post by Flex on May 19, 2008 18:19:13 GMT -5
Darien's eyes are wide as he looks up at Asha Sparr. "I... do not think that dagger is necessary..." He knew that he couldn't do anything. The woman was strong and her knees were pressing his arms down. A tinge of fear went through Darien but there was something else... something even Maggie Waters hadn't inspired in him.
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 18:20:41 GMT -5
She smacked him hard across the face in response, and grabbed his member. "Do you ever just shut up greenlander?" She said, rhetorically, as she hurriedly undid her own trousers.
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Post by Flex on May 19, 2008 18:24:41 GMT -5
Darien felt blood fill his mouth... this was not how he imagine it to be. Maggie had been quite an exciting young woman but compared to Asha she was as innocent as a child. However, he could not help but become aroused. His blue eyes stared up at the woman as he somehow tried to free his hands. "You're going to have to try harder to make me shut up!" He hissed, not knowing he had the courage to utter those words.
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 18:27:24 GMT -5
She responded by kissing him hard, and than biting his lip harder. Without formality, she lowered herself onto his manhood, and began to take her pleasure, mostly ignoring him, except for continued kissing and biting.
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Post by Flex on May 19, 2008 18:31:35 GMT -5
Darien gave a low grunt as he was force to enter the ironwoman but returned her kiss with eagerness. He wondered if these were typical goings on on the deck of this ship and was surprised no one had woken up. Were are being noisy enough... But by now most of his fear had subsided something inside him was glad no one had woken. Just as he started to enjoy this little event he felt himself climax and wondered if it was too early... maybe Asha's fist would answer that question.
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 18:37:21 GMT -5
She bit his shoulder as she shudder to a climax of her own, and than brought the knife to his throat again.
"Tell anyone about this, and I'll fucking kill you." she said, standing, rearranging her breeches, and than stumbling to the bow of the ship to go to sleep.
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Post by Flex on May 19, 2008 18:38:51 GMT -5
Darien lay there for a while, his eyes still open, contemplating what had just happened. Then he smiled. Let's see if you can kill me, Asha. With those thoughts he drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Flex on May 19, 2008 20:06:31 GMT -5
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Darien rose early the next morning and had a stretch before getting up and looking for anyone that might be able to tell him where he could get something to eat. He suddenly realised that he desperately needed to piss, so he went to the side of the deck, unlaced himself and relieved himself into the sea.
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 20:17:03 GMT -5
There were a few Ironborn on deck, scrubbing the wood with long handled brushes, and bitching and moaning to each other about the labor. Another set were re-stitching the sail, while a third set was doing something with a coil of hemp line.
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