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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 19:52:36 GMT -5
Rhaenys was still sore from the rough attention he'd paid her breats but his fingers were distracting her.
"That's good," she said. "Oh. That's very good. Yes..Oh."
She closed her eyes and sighed.
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Jeyne grinned.
"Hardly. Your lord must be very persuasive if they are. I don;t think the queen would kneel for any man."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 20:02:41 GMT -5
Selwyn's fingers slid home at the same time, he moves his mouth to more gently take her nipple into his mouth. His hand's speed increases steadily, and the power he applies.
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Rolf nodded, and jerked his head toward the tent, "What ever they are doing. She is liking it." He smiled sheepishly, "And she is talking so I know her mouth is not full." He winks again.
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 20:17:45 GMT -5
Rhaenys threw her head from side to side as she writhed beneath Selwyn. She was moaning deep in her throat.
"Yes, yes. So good."
After a while, she opened her eyes again to look at Selwyn as the pleasure swept over her as relentless as a storm.
"Take your clothes off. I want you inside me," she said urgently, and fumbled at the tie of her breeches in an attempt to get them off even while he was still atop her.
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"You're a bad man to say such things in the presence of a lady," Jeyne said, once she had stopped laughing.
Then the cry from inside the tent made her jump.
"Well, who'd have thought your master would please my lady so well."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 20:29:47 GMT -5
Selwyn pulls her breeches down, and then his own. He moves to enter her but her legs will not spread wide enough. He growls and reaches down to rip her pants apart. Then he pushes her legs apart and slides into her. He buries his mouth into her neck, and can not help but nip at her neck as he is overcome by his desires. His deep thrusts are each accompanied by loud grunts.
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Rolf frowned, "The Seven above. I hope I do not sound like that." He almost burst out laughing. "Ten will get you twenty that the camp bed does not hold up." He winked and touched his purse.
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Post by Marie on Jun 6, 2009 6:52:41 GMT -5
Rhaenys had closed her eyes again. She raised her hips to meet Selwyn's thrusts and dug her fingers into his shoulders. A wordless cry of pleasure escaped her mouth every few seconds, mingling with his grunts. She could feel the pressure building up inside her and anticipated the inevitable release.
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"You're on," Jeyne answered at once. "And I can promise you that most men do sound like that, or near enough as makes no matter."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2009 7:21:05 GMT -5
Selwyn moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her again. With each thrust the camp bed creaked dangerously. He did not let up though, just increased his force. His hands grabbed her hips pulling them close with each movement of his own. Finally he reached his climax his whole body tightening, and his mouth slamming shut.
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Rolf looked over and eyed Jeyne, "Well I did not know you were such a master of the craft." He jerked his head as if he heard something far away. "Is that it?"
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Post by Marie on Jun 6, 2009 7:36:02 GMT -5
Rhaenys reached her climax too and cried out louder than she'd intended, loud enough to be heard by anyone in the immediate vicinity of the tent. Her body went limp beneath Selwyn's and she sighed, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. Her breath slowed to its normal rate. She opened her eyes and smiled at Selwyn as he lay still on top of her.
"That was certainly better than the last time," she said, touching his ruined face. "Thank you. Although...you've quite ruined my breeches, I fear. I shall have to send Jeyne to fetch another pair before I can walk out of here."
She stopped as a thought occured to her.
"Oh gods, Jeyne and Rolf! What must they think of us? Of me, in particular. And not only them. Anyone walking by must have heard me at the end of it."
Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment.
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"Could be," Jeyne answered. "We'll find out soon enough. You'll not have my coin until we know for certain."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2009 9:05:39 GMT -5
Selwyn sat up, and ran a hand down her leg. He stood and pulled his pants up. "They will think us lovers." He looked down and straightened his clothes.
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Rolf looked at her and chuckled, "That is not what I meant." He shook his head and reached into his pouch, "It did not break. There was no crash with that shout." He counted out the coins and offered them to Jeyne.
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Post by Marie on Jun 6, 2009 9:25:14 GMT -5
"I...yes, they will."
Rhaenys was still blushing as she bot up from the bed and walked across the room to pick up her clothing. She put on first tunic and overshirt, pulling the tunic down firmly then turned back to Selwyn. The tunic came halfway down her thighs but her legs were otherwise bare. The passionate, unhibited creature of a few moments ago had gone, replaced by a dignified and calm woman even though she was still only half clothed.
"I will do my duty as queen and as a woman who is soon to become a wife and I know now that I can take pleasure in doing so," she said with a little smile. "But I am not entirely comfortable with the thought of our people knowing what we do together. They might guess, certainly, but...What we do toether is our concern alone."
She stopped and looked him in the eye, trying to gauge his feelings.
"I'm told there is a certain...custom here in Westeros, with regard to noble weddings. That the bride and groom are stripped naked by the wedding guests on their way to the bridal chamber. I wouldn't mind, if I were some other woman, since I have reason to believe men find me attractive, but I am a queen. I must rule this realm but I will never have the respect of my lords if I let them see me naked."
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"Thank you," said Jeyne as she stowed the coins in her money pouch. "You must think highly of your former lord's prowess to place such a wager on him."
This time it was her turn to wink.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2009 9:35:24 GMT -5
Selwyn's eye dropped to stare at her exposed legs, and he licked his lips. "If you decide not to do it you will be separating yourself for our land. Our customs. I do not particularly want to be handled thusly, but there is already a large chasm between you and your subjects. I would advise you to start bridging it."
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"Well as long as I have known... Selwyn he has been celibate." Rolf replied, with a large smile, "But he is the kind of man who does not accept failure." He winked back.
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Post by Marie on Jun 6, 2009 9:43:55 GMT -5
"I know," Rhaenys answered. "I wish to bridge that gap, though not at the price of my lords losing respect for my person. Would it serve if I were allow our wedding guests to remove most of my clothing, holding off only at the last?"
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"Ah, I see. That's all to the good. Her Grace needs a man like that, and not just in the bedchamber. Lord Selwyn means to make her happy then?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2009 9:50:06 GMT -5
Selwyn remained focus on the line of her tunic along her thigh, "That would make you almost Westerosi. Kings and Queens have done it along with every one for hundreds of years."
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Rolf smiled at Jeyne, "He means to serve her. And well." He barked a laugh, "No matter the capacity."
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Post by Marie on Jun 6, 2009 10:04:43 GMT -5
His scrutiny was flattering and made Rhaenys smile. She wondered if he was already anticipating the next time they'd lay together and hoped he was; she very much enjoyed being desired.
"Yes but none of them were ever ruling queens," she pointed out. "The situation is a little different. Nevertheless, I will do it, since you think it best, but after the wedding I must do something to make sure the lords do not see me as just a woman. What, I don't know yet, but it will be no good if they're all picturing me naked every time they look upon me."
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"Seem's like he's made a good start already," Jeyne answered with a grin. "I'm surprised Her Grace liked it so well, actually. I like a man with the odd scar as much as the next woman but I shouldn't care to bed a man with quite so many scars as Selwyn."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2009 10:09:48 GMT -5
Selwyn shrugged, "You will always be a beautiful woman, and they will always see that. Do what you must." His fingers stroked his chin as he stared.
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Rolf nodded, "I would not care to bed a scarred man either." He laughed and winked at her, "Luckily for you, I have never been wounded. And I can vouch that none of the... Selwyn's wounds were in a place to affect his man hood."
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Post by Marie on Jun 6, 2009 10:32:22 GMT -5
She continued to smile as he looked upon her. That gave her a power over him that she liked; she hoped he'd burn with desire for her until the next time.
"I can be a woman in every sense of the word to you, Selwyn, but not to those who follow us. It would be easier if they did not see me as a woman at all, but I don't wish to alienate them by denying the customs they are used to, so I will allow me to see me as a woman, just that one time. Excuse me just one moment."
She strode to the tent flap.
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"Well, that much is obvious," Jeyne said to Rolf. "I doubt the queen would have been quite so satisfied if Selwyn had any...difficulties in that area. But tell me, why should I care whether or not you have been wounded?"
He was spared the need to answer when Rhaenys put her head through the flap, careful to keep her body inside so they could not see her state of undress.
"Jeyne, go to my tent and fetch me a pair of breeches that goes with the tunic I have on today. I had a...mishap."
They looked knowingly at one another, the queen's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at having someone else know what she'd been up to. Jeyne kept a straight face and nodded.
"At once, Your Grace."
She hurried off. Rhaenys turned away from Rolf and back to Selwyn.
"Jeyne has gone to fetch me a new pair of breeches. I think in future I'd best pitch my tent next to yours until such time as we are ready to share our quarters, in case you wreck any more of my clothing in the heat of the moment. I jsut hope you mean to leave me some clothing."
She grinned at him, to show that she was teasing.
"Um...Selwyn, did my mother speak to you of this marriage, or was it news to you when I suggested it myself?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.