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Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:11:23 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 23:11:23 GMT -5 Erik tosses her down on the bed, then crawls on top and begins kissing her again. "Thought you were always on top, darlin'."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:14:46 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 23:14:46 GMT -5

"Deal," Lettie grinned. "Come around an hour before midnight - tonight nobody is going to be revelling much, because tomorrow is Maiden's Day. All the little girlies will be lighting candles already. So just you come an hour before midnight, and clean up when nobody's there. And you can have two glasses of cider, and a bit of meat for your ferret."

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Dacey kissed Erik back, unlacing his breeches and pulling off her dress. "But I thought the ship sails the sea, not the other way around. Unless you really want to sink in a storm." And she flipped him onto his back to ride him.

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The Flint Most Devout "What has five teeth and kicks Andal ass... This Guy!" Posts: 9,298	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:16:45 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Flint on Nov 14, 2007 23:16:45 GMT -5 "You've got a deal" says Flea, as he opened his pocket and the little ferret peeked its head out again. "She's got a deal, yes she does doesn't she Sandy."
	Oh, how I'd like to be upon a windy mountain, Where the tree tops scrape the sky; Then I would forget all my worries and my troubles, I'll just let the wind blow them by. Flint Family Tree- www.familyecho.com/?p=START&c=o9tdiibi9d&f=412520597357574420

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:18:50 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 23:18:50 GMT -5 Lettie smiled. "She's kind of cute." She ruffled the boy's hair. "An hour before midnight, and don't be late."

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House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:21:50 GMT -5

Post by The Flint on Nov 14, 2007 23:21:50 GMT -5

The boy smiled. "A Rat-catcher is never late. He always arrives at the perfect rat-catching time." He finishes his cider and hops up.

"Got to get my things, I'll be back quicker than you can say Furry Ferrets fart in Freda's feather bed." He darts out the door, with a skip in his step.

Oh, how I'd like to be upon a windy mountain, Where the tree tops scrape the sky; Then I would forget all my worries and my troubles, I'll just let the wind blow them by.

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Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:23:15 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 23:23:15 GMT -5 Lettie smiled and went back to her work.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:24:21 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 23:24:21 GMT -5 Erik pulls himself up to a sitting position as Dacey rides him, now kissing her neck and breasts. He mixes the occasional bite in with the kisses. "I told you before, girl, Ironborn ships never sink in a storm. Only rise again."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:33:01 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 23:33:01 GMT -5 Dacey bit his ear as she rode him to the finish. When they were done she collapsed lightly against his chest. Erik noticed he had scratch marks from her passion.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:35:56 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 23:35:56 GMT -5 Erik lies back and breathes heavily for a few moments, before finally telling Dacey, "If you can keep that up, girl, I may not have been joking about bringing you onto my ship and taking you with me."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:37:33 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 23:37:33 GMT -5 Dacey slithered up a little higher so that they were chin to chin. "So I'd be your little Salty?"

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:40:52 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 23:40:52 GMT -5 Erik smiles at the thought. "Might be. 'Course, we might have to get you drowned to appease the God and all that. Simple affair, really."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:46:30 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 23:46:30 GMT -5 Dacey made a face. "I'll not drink your Drowned God's seed. It's bad enough I have to take the Drowned Man's seed." She pinched him.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:52:11 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 23:52:11 GMT -5 Erik flips her over onto her back, holds her wrists and tells her, "Oh, it's not that bad. Half the Drowned Men these days just splash some water on your head and that's that. Not afraid to get a little wet, are you?"
	Last Edit: Nov 14, 2007 23:52:27 GMT -5 by Erik We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:55:26 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2007 23:55:26 GMT -5 "Can't you tell? I'm already wet." Her eyes were laughing.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 14, 2007 23:58:52 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 14, 2007 23:58:52 GMT -5 "I'd noticed." Erik tells her, ready for a second round, "But I thought it was 'bad enough' taking the Drowned Man's seed."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.