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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 17:42:43 GMT -5
"I have so many better ideas...but we have a long time to put those into practice. I think I've already busted most of my stitches," he laughs. "We'll have a longer time to practice if you come north with me once we get back, of course."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 21, 2012 18:29:29 GMT -5
"Well, this is the farthest north I've ever been, so it seems you will show me any number of new things," she said with a grin. "We are both in terrible shape, your stitches and my fat face. Whatever will become of us?" she kissed him again, ignoring the throb of her left cheek. She yawned, covering her mouth delicately.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 5:14:59 GMT -5
"We'll get healthy, I hope," he chuckles. He tickles her. "There is certainly still much to see. Maybe one day you can show me Oldtown."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 22, 2012 14:12:21 GMT -5
She giggled and rolled away. "Stop that!" She tried to pin his hands to the mattress. "One day, perhaps. We can watch the ships go by from the Hightower...and I'll show you all my favorite places in the city."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 14:36:51 GMT -5
He lets himself be pinned. "That sounds like a sight. You naked and drunk at the top of a tower higher than a mountain, ships and lights on the ants below us...oh no, I am helpless! Please don't hurt me!"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 22, 2012 16:11:12 GMT -5
"Naked, I can understand, but why do I have to be drunk?" she asked, laughing, her small hands wrapped around his wrists. "Hurt you? Never. You seem to get yourself hurt often enough." She leaned down and kissed her way along one of his scars, feeling bold, for one night at least.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 16:18:40 GMT -5
"Why not drunk?" She certainly has her choice in scars to choose. "Drunk is fun." He pretends to struggle again against her arms. "I didn't know you were so strong."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 23, 2012 0:05:03 GMT -5
"I didn't know you were so silly." She laughed pleasantly. She looked up at him, thinking for a moment, the tip of her tongue darting out to moisten her lips.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 0:16:25 GMT -5
"I'm not, usually. Sometimes it's important to let go. Like now." He silently thinks she looks predatory, licking her lips like he's a festival ham.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 23, 2012 0:24:48 GMT -5
"Neither am I. I have been told I am too serious quite often. This...is rather out of character for me." She let his arms go, sitting back with her legs folded under her. "Perhaps, though..." She reached out and took his manhood in her hands, stroking it very tentatively, eying his face to see his reaction to yet another bold move.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 0:26:48 GMT -5
He looks surprised but doesn't say anything, just lets his eyes close and leans his head back. "I like you like this, if I have any input you'd accept."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 23, 2012 2:32:44 GMT -5
She only smiled, moving her hands more surely. "I'm sure you do," she laughed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 12:20:46 GMT -5
She gets plenty of drying blood and other fun liquids on her hands but continues until he is back to full arousal. "Gods, you've gone from innocent to insatiable!"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 23, 2012 12:43:14 GMT -5
"I thought you were going to show me new things?" she said, looking at him worriedly, wondering if he perhaps was upset with her. She didn't mind her sticky fingers, water for washing was easily found.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 12:59:00 GMT -5
His response is as simple as it is direct; he simply pulls her onto his erect manhood. "Then keep learning," he chuckled.
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