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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 15:12:10 GMT -5
He looked at her with a frustrated laugh. "Well then do something about it, hm?" He threw the warm bearskin back over her and pulled her on top of him.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 15:32:35 GMT -5
She smiled at him, reached down and unlaced his breeches, then slipped her hand inside. She had never touched a man in that way before, so her touch was gentle and tentative as she explored him.
"How is that?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 15:34:31 GMT -5
"That's a damned good start, love. I will leave it to your imagination, and modesty, of course," he winks. His body is warm and comfortable after the chill from naked dancing.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 15:44:58 GMT -5
She ran her fingers up and down and tickled him with increasing pressure.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 15:49:25 GMT -5
"You are an evil woman; I am convinced of it. Sent to tempt me into fits of arousal that can only end in my doom." His voice is low and throaty.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 15:54:52 GMT -5
Reyna giggled.
"Truly? Well then, you shall have to submit to my power," she teased, rubbing him harder still.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 16:00:49 GMT -5
He's sort of done talking at that point. "I can take whatever you can give."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 16:15:35 GMT -5
She laughed again and released him.
"And what if I left you like this? What would happen?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 16:16:40 GMT -5
"I'd have to pick up the slack, I guess."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 16:23:14 GMT -5
She grinned and tickled him some more.
"Indeed. Well then, it's your choice if I continue or leave you to manage for yourself."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 16:28:47 GMT -5
"I want you to continue, of course." He looks at her. "With your mouth. Please."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 16:34:02 GMT -5
"Oh."
She hesitated a moment, thinking about it. She'd seen salt wives do it, but never a rock wife. But after a second she nodded and pushed back the blanket and slowly eased her mouth around him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 16:48:30 GMT -5
As she works, he grins and watches her under the fur blanket. At last he finishes with a satisfied sound. "We need to get married, woman."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 16:51:03 GMT -5
She pulled away and nodded.
"Yes. Yes we do. So you'd best write that letter to my lord father."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 16:51:49 GMT -5
"Of course." He rises and dresses. "I will get to a raven straightaway."
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