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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 8, 2015 17:47:48 GMT -5
"Ah, then I would have to deny myself virginal flesh. That won't be easy. How will you make it worth my while, wife? You had better offer me something beyond compare if I am to make such a sacrifice for you." He linked his hands and smirked at her once more.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 17:52:11 GMT -5
"You are an unimaginative man if you think virgin flesh is the best flesh," she said. "Now make your wife a proper lady and give her another child."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 8, 2015 18:07:16 GMT -5
"I shall. Get that dress off, first." He stood and pulled off his boots. "Thrall, clear the table! Hurry up!" Ignoring the scurrying thrall, he unbuckled his belt. "Now come on, wife, it's my duty as a son of the Iron Islands top see that no captive of mine remains a virgin. Though there is something to be said for an experienced woman for sure."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 18:08:43 GMT -5
Hannah strips and leans back onto the table, thinking about how her job was to drown the prissy bitches once they had outgrown their fear and thought they had become family.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 8, 2015 18:18:34 GMT -5
Ragnar was soon naked and pressing her down into the polished wood of the desk. His exertions were pretty vigorous and his fingers left marks on her skin in several places.
Afterwards, Ragnar sat back in his big cushioned chair, still naked, and surveyed his wife. He said, very quietly "If I ever hear that you've let another man get between your legs, I'll throttle you. Aye, and if I hear you've pleasured another man with your tongue, I'll cut it out and drown you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 18:20:18 GMT -5
Hannah yawns. "Who do you think you're talking to, now?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 8, 2015 18:46:39 GMT -5
"Sometimes I think you forget which of us is master of this hall. I've half a mind to remind you again."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 18:48:58 GMT -5
"Which half, my lord?" She says with a smile. "I have to take advantage of the few days I get you in my bed before you go forth to plunder and rape and pillage again. Bring me a virgin girl back so I may offer her to the Drowned God for more sons."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 8, 2015 18:59:33 GMT -5
"Certainly, though I daresay all of them will claim to be virgins." He grinned. "Oldest trick in the book, claim to be a maiden in the hopes of being spared a bit of rape. It never works. I recall a particular house along Lannisport way. Some widow had five daughters, all of them maidens. Two of them were lying, of course, and none remained a maiden after my visit. I gave them to my men after that. None of them was good enough to take for my own. Here, come and stroke my fires again." He beckoned imperiously. "Just think about all the fine jewels you'll have soon enough."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 19:03:44 GMT -5
Hannah comes. Twice. "Then bring," she pants, "a little girl. Children make sacrifices too."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 9, 2015 10:10:20 GMT -5
"As you will. Perhaps I shall bring you two." He reached over to stroke her hair, almost affectionately, a sly smile playing about his lips. "Go to bed, Hannah. I can't have you exhausting yourself on my account, can I? I'll join you later, so get some sleep while you can."
He pulled a wolfskin cloak over himself and picked up a tankard ale then began to sort through a sheaf of papers detailing various shipboard matters.
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