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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 19:09:19 GMT -5
She gasped in surprise at his fingers touching her, pushing into her. He was so careful with her, easing into everything, literally and figuratively. Her arms found their way around his neck and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 19:18:23 GMT -5
After a few minutes of exploring, making sure everything was ready, Kal gets on top of her and she feels him enter. She is tighter than most women, and it takes him a full minute to firmly and fully enter her. He gasps and looks into her eyes to see how she is doing.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 20:01:06 GMT -5
She closed her eyes and bit her lip as he pushed into her. She had been prepared for pain, and for blood, but she hadn't thought it would be quite like this. After what seemed like ages, he stopped. She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her questioningly. "Yes?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 20:02:24 GMT -5
"Are you all right? Should I stop?" His face is just a bit concerned.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 20, 2012 20:04:00 GMT -5
She shook her head. "I'm fine, everything's fine." She had gone this far, she would see it through to the end.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 20:09:03 GMT -5
His strokes quicken then, and he kisses her, pain soaring in her mouth but it feels oddly addictive in the throes of passion. She feels blood down there but somehow doesn't mind, and as the minutes pass she feels a rush of pleasure through her body that makes her gasp. He lets himself finish as she climaxes, then lets out a long and satisfied breath and rolls over to pull her onto his chest.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 21, 2012 3:20:20 GMT -5
Arania smiled at him, her skin flushed and her heart still beating fast. Her face had begun to hurt again, but that was no matter, not laying here with him, her body feeling warm and soft and pliant from his attentions. She rested her head on his chest. "Kal?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 5:48:51 GMT -5
"Yes, Arania?" He is breathing slow and deeply, running a hand through her raven-black hair.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 21, 2012 14:57:36 GMT -5
"What now?" She had given herself to him; no longer was she maiden. Her reputation was destroyed by Saltcliffe and now by the incident with Dayne and Sand. What was there left to do but destroy it in truth? She would go back to the Hightower, and never again come down, no matter how young and pretty she was thought to be. "I will go home, and you will go home, and none of this will mean a thing."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 16:46:51 GMT -5
"How will I protect you from Frances Sand if you go home?" he whispers in her ear. "You should come with me, instead." He kisses her breast as he speaks. "And I told you you were not a conquest."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 21, 2012 17:02:56 GMT -5
She smiled wryly. "And where are you going? Home to Winterfell?" She blushed when he kissed her, still finding it all strange and new.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 17:10:35 GMT -5
"One day, when it's my turn to rule the North," he says. "But alas, Lord Rickon wishes me to 'expand my political talents', as he put it, because the only thing I was ever good at growing up was swinging a sword. I'm heading east with Amelia Royce and some others, to scout out these dragons for King Terrence." He kissed her back on the mouth. "I hope it was better than in the books, by the way."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 21, 2012 17:22:58 GMT -5
Arania grinned uncontrollably. "Now that is an invitation I could never turn down! To see the east, and to see the dragons! I will ask, nay- I will tell, my father that I will be going tomorrow morning." She kissed him back, with enthusiasm. "Oh, yes," she breathed, "Though most authors do seem to gloss over the finer moments."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 17:38:07 GMT -5
Kal laughed at that. "I suppose they do." He thinks on her words. "And whatever shall you do until tomorrow morning?" he lets his hand rest familiarly on her bottom.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 21, 2012 17:40:42 GMT -5
"Sleep?" she suggested. "Or perhaps you had a better idea in mind?"
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