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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2008 0:59:57 GMT -5
Petra crooked her head, moving her full lips ever so close to Brynden's, "I thought you were headed after your cuz?" Her hands squeeze his muscular shoulders again, "I thought you were a big, strong man on an important quest. I did not know you were the sort to grow weak and give up at the first signs of resistance."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2008 1:13:44 GMT -5
Petra laughed lightly. Running her fingers down his muscular chest, she rested them on his belt. "Oh good Brynden, I would have been soooo disappointed in you." She kissed him back, longer. Moving her head back just inches from his face she asked, "You may only bring two men with you when we leave this place." She swung one long leg over his lap so now she straddled him in the chair.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2008 1:27:36 GMT -5
Her skirts were short and light, and soon her lean legs were completely uncovered. They hooked around behind Brynden, pulling her even closer. Her fingers gently work at the laces of his breeches pulling them apart with a growing hunger. "Because there is only enough room for three of you on the ship. And because we are still only telling a very few of her location." Petra kissed him along the side of his jaw, and neck. Her teeth nipping sharply into his flesh.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2008 1:49:12 GMT -5
At the last moment, Petra slid off his lap and turned her back to him bending over the table slightly. "Well Brynden, are my terms acceptable?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2008 1:59:26 GMT -5
Petra smiled, and bent over the table. This caused her dress to rise above her naked rear. "What are you waiting for then?" She smiled cruelly into the glassy eyes of the man she had murdered as she waited.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2008 2:07:02 GMT -5
Petra laughed as she pulled down her skirts and adjusted them. "It will not be the last. Not by a long shot. Follow me" She made for the exit to the hall.
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Post by Fel on Aug 31, 2008 2:10:16 GMT -5
In the dining room, Olvyar was playing cards with one of the Hannery knights, while Lewyn scanned the room. "Wonder what's taking him so long. Who's he meeting with? I know she isn't here; we still have to find her. It must be our next guide." Alyn did not reply, he was not a man easily given to idle chatter. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.