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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 15:18:51 GMT -5
Another slap and Adara is off, fetching the ale. She returns it even faster than when she had been a loving salt wife. "Fear motivates them better than love, Ragnar," Hannah says, curled against him. "A long enough chain makes any dog think it's free."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 15:22:07 GMT -5
"So it does. But sometimes the illusion of freedom is amusing for the man who holds the key. Whipped dogs make for bad bedfellows. Not that I'd expect my maiden bride to understand that."
His hand slipped to her breast and squeezed it more gently than he ever did with other women.
"I'm in no mood to hear her screaming and pleading before the time comes," he whispered. "So you'll hold your tongue."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 15:23:36 GMT -5
She nods and nibbles his ear. After a while, she dresses and leaves.
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The next day the couple is together on the beach for the ceremony.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 15:38:06 GMT -5
Ragnar was dressed in his best, all of it bought with the iron price in various raids or others, and sewn by the women of Drumm Hall. He grinned at Hannah.
"Ready to become my wife?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 15:45:27 GMT -5
She smiles. The drowned priest recites some words. "Now, the ritual drowning shall occur." the couple strip down to pre-arranged underclothing, and wade out into the cold waters. Ragnar dips his new bride into it, and she does the same for him. "Is it time, my lord, my love?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 15:50:31 GMT -5
"Yes. Of course it is."
He leaned close and whispered "Before we go, I mean to have you out here, in the blessed sea."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2012 15:51:38 GMT -5
She smiles. "Of course. I am eager to see if my lord can arise again, harder and stronger, even in the cold water. Summon the slut."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 19, 2012 16:14:24 GMT -5
Ragnar called over "Adara! Get over here, wench!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 1:57:40 GMT -5
The Dornish girl heads over to them. She walks a bit gingerly after her night, and is much more submissive now, under the cold stare of Hannah Drumm. "Yes, m'lord?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 2:02:03 GMT -5
"Undress yourself and come join us," he said, beckoning with an imperious finger.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 2:06:30 GMT -5
She does so, unsmiling, and shivering in the cold water. Hannah points her before her lord, and she approaches. "Muh-'m'lord?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 2:12:01 GMT -5
Ragnar looked at Hannah.
"You do it. This is your desire."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 2:36:58 GMT -5
Hannah walks to her, and hands strong and cold as steel wrap about the Dornish girl's throat. Adara kicks and screams, and Hannah flinches in pain as she lands blows, but the fire in her eyes cannot be quenched by a few blows. The Dornish girl is strong and fights for her life though, and Hannah is soon covered in small bruises. "Lord Ragnar why!?" She manages to scream at one point, before Hannah finally gets her head underwater, then locks her arms about her neck and chokes hard. Long seconds pass, then nearly a minute, until at last the girl is no more. As her lifeless body rises to the surface, Hannah turns to Ragnar. "We are blessed, my lord. Take me now in the eyes of our lord."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 20, 2012 2:43:20 GMT -5
He watched Adara's drowned face for a moment, biting his lip as he let her go in his mind. Then he grabbed Hannah's arm and led her into the shallows. Then he lay her down and straddled her, as the waves splashed around them. His mouth descended upon her as he took her maidenhead.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 2:48:09 GMT -5
Hanah gives the people in earshot a virtual concert of noise, her screams of pleasure louder than anyone Ragnar was used to...and he had bedded many who were unwilling, taken amidst their dying family. "Yesyesyesyesyes Ragnar YES!" The sex, naturally, is terrible; the water is frigid and does neither of them any favors, but she is a beautiful woman even with gooseflesh and hair sopping wet and salty. When he finishes, she grins at him, then rises and walks onto the beach, her nudity casual as she pulls on a warm robe to re-enter the keep.
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