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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 10:35:59 GMT -5
The castle of the Drumms on Old Wyk. Ragnar Drumm is the current lord.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 10:36:16 GMT -5
Ragnar sat with a book in his hand as he summoned his salt wife, Adara.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 10:37:58 GMT -5
Adara enters she was nearly topless, she had been practicing dancing she kneels before Ragnar. "Yes my Lord?" She says.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 10:45:59 GMT -5
He looked solemnly at her from over the top of his book.
"Rise, woman. Pour me a drink. I have a thirst."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 10:50:55 GMT -5
Adara goes as commanded and gets a gobbet full of wine handing it to Ragnar.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 10:53:44 GMT -5
He took it with a nod - it was not his custom to thank his salt wives - and took a long mouthful. He put aside his book with a hint of reluctance then beckoned to Adara.
"Dance for me. Slowly now."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 10:57:35 GMT -5
She grins and removes whats left of her top, so now her top half was completely bare, a boon only given to her husband when she danced. She walks up and slowly begin moving her hips and stomach in front of him.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 11:02:40 GMT -5
Ragnar smiled and watched intensely. While Adara danced, he clenched his fists on the arms of his chair.
"Faster," he ordered.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 11:07:42 GMT -5
Adara leans in and dances close to him her waist and stomach now moving faster.
"Yes, My Lord." She says with a smile.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 11:11:02 GMT -5
He watched her a bit longer then pulled her to him and stripped off the rest of her skimpy clothing. He lifted her up and lay her down on the table.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 11:13:07 GMT -5
She smiles and grips her arms around his neck knowing what will come,
"Very Glad I pleased you, my Lord." She Grins.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 11:15:58 GMT -5
"You'd know if you didn't," he growled.
She knew the threat his voice implied from the early days of her time as a salt wife. Ragnar was not the kind of man to let his women get away with misbehaving.
He used one hand to pin her down while he unlaced himself with the other. Then he was thrusting inside her until he was spent, and his weight fell upon her.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 11:20:27 GMT -5
With that she remains quiet, and rests her head on his shoulder letting out the sounds of increasing moans before soon she was screaming loudly.
When he was done he let him lay on top of her and remained silent with her arms and legs still rapped around waiting to be addressed.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 7, 2012 11:23:07 GMT -5
Ragnar got up, leaving Adara lying spreadeagled on the table. He laced himself up before turning back to her.
"I believe I shall be sailing to the mainland soon," he said.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 11:24:33 GMT -5
"Shall I take the mast as always?" She grins and sat up slipping on what she had before, however knowing it was not very much.
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