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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 13:23:30 GMT -5
"Before the wedding? I'd like that fine, if you're sure you want to lose your maidenhead before you become my wife."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 13:33:52 GMT -5
"There's other places it can go." She smiles. "I owe it to my brave lord for being willing to sacrifice his best servant for his new wife, and god."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 13:51:04 GMT -5
Ragnar glanced at his salt wife and then he nodded.
"You were right," he said. "I grew too fond of the wench."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 13:52:06 GMT -5
"I am right very often on these matters." She stands and extends a hand. "Come, then.'
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 13:59:02 GMT -5
He stood, put aside his drinking horn and took her hand.
"Adara! With us, wench!"
He started across the hall.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 14:10:16 GMT -5
They head to his room, and Adara stares at Hannah with obvious dislike. Hannah pushes Ragnar onto his bed and points at the salt wife. "Undress, slut." Adara stares at her then back to Ragnar. After a moment, Hannah approaches her and slaps her hard across the face. "I said undress; my lord has need of your body tonight." Shocked at the sheer aggression of the new arrival, Adara begins removing layers until her young body is bared. "Well? You've done this before. Get on him!" The naked girl, face red with a wet, crawls onto Ragnar's lap, far more meekly than she had since he had first taken her.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 14:17:25 GMT -5
He realised to his surprise that he didn't much like Adara meek, but he did rather like Hannah's bossiness, since it wasn't directed at him.
"You know what to do," he told Adara. "And you, Hannah, what will you do?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 14:25:43 GMT -5
Hannah is already stripping down in a businesslike manner. When she is naked, too, she critically regards the Dornish girl already riding on his lap. "Useless; my lord wants to be pleasured!" She slaps her again, and while Adara is normally combative, the casual authority asserted over her, and Ragnar's declining to intervene, has apparently put her temporarily into a shock. She goes to kiss him and Hannah pulls her face back. "Wives kiss their husbands in bed; salt wives do as they're told. She pushes Ragnar onto his back, then climbs beside him and kisses him furiously.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 14:28:58 GMT -5
He made an sound in his throat and pulled her on top of him. Moments later she could feel that he was very much aroused.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 14:36:03 GMT -5
"You have this..." she gestures to Adara, "For something wet and warm." She rubs her breasts over his face, then slaps Adara again, apparently for the hell of it. "If you make my lord finish before he wants to, you will pay," she promises. "I want him panting like an ox before we're finished with him." She puts her mouth on his nipple and plays it about her teeth.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 14:40:07 GMT -5
He let out a sigh and made a lewd gesture that Adara couldn't possibly mistake for anything but an instruction. In the meantime. he reached out and threaded his fingers through Hannah's hair and whispered "Easy, girl."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 14:46:50 GMT -5
"Never." She satisfies herself on his chest, then turns to Adara. "You are disappointing me. for that..." she slaps her twice more, then punches her in the stomach while she's still trying to ride Ragnar. While she gasps, never having seen another woman so violent, Hannah pulls her off Ragnar's manhood, then takes him in her hand and slides him into Adara's rear. "Ragnar, this one is a poor salt wife, truly. Make her cry."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 14:51:16 GMT -5
He threw himself down atop the Dornish girl and rode her hard.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 14:55:04 GMT -5
Lord Ragnar never uses the back door, and Adara screams and sobs now, feeling more like a proper salt wife than someone who thought she could be Ironborn. When at last he finishes, he hears Hannah clapping, and blood leaks from unfortunate places on the Dornish girl. "There; she knows her place now, my lord, so she may be properly offered up." Hannah wraos her arms around her man, her breasts pushing into his back, and bites his neck and shoulders and back.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 15:12:31 GMT -5
"Let us not speak of offerings," he whispered. "It will wait until after the words have been said."
The last thing he wanted right now was to deal with a woman weeping and begging him to spare her life. He yawned.
"Gods. Fetch me a horn of ale, one of you. I don't even care which."
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