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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 19:05:25 GMT -5
She smiled up at him. Though she was a little concerned by the position she now found herself in, she was confident of her own safety with him.
"Flattery again. I could get used to that. But you're right, of course. I would not wish to share my man. But what of my father? And the King? I don't think they would approve. Except maybe if it was blessed by one of our priests."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 19:11:44 GMT -5
"It would certainly be blessed by mine. My godswood never judges, only guides," he says. "And I am quite sure your father will be fine making peace with a rival of his, even if my prowess has a long way to go to match him."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 19:17:27 GMT -5
"Well then. You shall have to ask him for my hand," she said. "And your godswoods are very well, but my god is the Drowned God, and I would wish to be blessed with salt water and the words of His Priest, as is proper. But yes, I will wed you and gladly, on those terms.
She presesd her body against his a little.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 19:29:56 GMT -5
"Do you think a letter would work? We aren't exactly...well,we're exactly pretty serious enemies." he laughed. He pulls her to him, and she feels how aroused he is through her now thin clothing.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 19:32:07 GMT -5
"It might though I can't be sure. I'd rather wed with my father's consent than without it. But perhaps you could suggest that you desire this marriage to heal the wounds between the two of you. I don't mind pretending to be a sacrifice," she said, laughing.
She reached down between them to stroke the front of his breeches.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 19:36:37 GMT -5
He takes in a quick breath. "I like it. Devious. You could even 'beg' not to go." He kisses her breasts again, then back to her lips.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 19:40:41 GMT -5
"Yes," she said, slightly breathless. "If the need arises, of course. Let's do it soon, then we can be married before we go north."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 19:42:23 GMT -5
"Excellent! Oh, wait, you mean write the letter, not sex," he chuckles.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 19:48:33 GMT -5
"I did," she said. "Don't be sad, the sooner we are married, the sooner we can lay together."
She leaned forward and kissed him.
"I think you're worth waiting for, so I hope you think the same of me, Fyodor."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 19:51:57 GMT -5
"Of course. A man can hope, though." After a few seconds, he lays her on her back and starts kissing down her body.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 20:00:51 GMT -5
"Hope is always good," she said with a contented little sigh.
She walked her fingers up and down his arm, tesaing him with feater-light touches.
"But you should know that I have a maiden's dream of my wedding night being a magical experience. It's a lot to live up to."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 20:02:26 GMT -5
"I am magical, I assure you." He gently lifts her shift and places his head between her legs.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 16, 2012 20:05:31 GMT -5
Reyna giggled at his comment.
"I've never met a magical-oh!"
His action took her by surprise and she raised herself up slightly on her elbows to watch him, all thoughts of modesty now forgotten.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 20:08:52 GMT -5
"How about now?" His hand firmly holds her bottom and his other keeps one leg fully extended while he goes about his business.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 16, 2012 22:41:59 GMT -5
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Jory barged into Lars tent. "We lost her. Where is Catherine Mallister? Did she go off somewhere? We need to know."
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