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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 22:55:07 GMT -5
The chambers of the Stark family at Mason's Keep.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 22:55:50 GMT -5
Benjen, a Targaryen on each arm, entered his rooms, instructing a servant to immediately pour wine for them. "This is it; my small abode for the time being. Find a seat, ladies, and relax."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 22:57:37 GMT -5
They take seats and gulp their wine down like fish. Tristessa looks about with a smile. "a nice room...rather small for a prince."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 23:06:09 GMT -5
"I'm a modest man..." Benjen replied, refilling their cups. "Well, not entirely, but the keep isn't large enough for me to take up an unnecessarily large room." He took his own drink slower, studying both girls as calmly as he could. Wasn't easy.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 23:14:07 GMT -5
After another gulped glass of wine, the two combine for the first time since Benjen can remember. "I thought northmen could handle their alcohol...." Tristessa looks disappointed in him. Daena pointedly ignores him while he nurses his drink like a lamb.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 23:18:34 GMT -5
"A challenge, hmm?" Benjen asked, before hastily finishing his glass. "There; do I pass?" He chuckled and refilled their glasses again, waving the servant from the room. "Tell me of your home."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 23:20:14 GMT -5
"It's stupid; all it is is sand and giant pyramids and fighting and..." Daena yawns.
Tristessa looks thoughtfully at Benjen. "I don't think home is an appropriate conversation for drinks." She unbuttons the top of her and her sisters's dresses.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 23:27:06 GMT -5
Well damn... Benjen gives a narrow eyed smirk, taking another big gulp. "Unless you make yourself a new home," He replied, rising and slowly walking to his bed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 23:33:00 GMT -5
Daena rushes over to him and kisses him ferociously, while Tristessa gets behind and begins undoing his pants. "Don't worry about the sister thing...we're Targaryens. We keep it in the family."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 23:38:38 GMT -5
Benjen kissed Daena back, Tristessa's line about their relationship only mildly creeping him out. Well, maybe a bit more. He slowly pulls Daena's dress down while looking around and the other girl. "You dragons sure move fast."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 23:42:31 GMT -5
Daena's breasts are small and firm; the build of a dancer or someone who exercises regularly. He sees how true his words are, as Tristessa is already removing her clothing as well. "Pay attention to MEEE!" Daena squeals as she slaps him hard across the face, then clinging on to him, her lips trying to eat his face it seems.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 23:48:45 GMT -5
"Guh-!" Benjen manages to say before the girl invades his face, his cheek stinging. He managed to move one hand so it was grabbing Daena's behind, while the other kept him from losing balance. Shit.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 0:06:28 GMT -5
Tristessa smacks him hard on his ass and Daena moves aside while they push him onto the bed. Two fingers go where they were never meant to and Tristessa's holds him firmly while she suddenly mounts him. Benjen notices with some concern that together they are fairly easily stronger than he is. "There's our little wolf!" Daena squeals with glee.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 0:12:25 GMT -5
On the one hand the girls were overwhelming... on the other hand they were foreign princesses. There is always some way things could go worse...
He managed to move an arm so he grabbed Daena, while the other girl rode around on him. He pulled the girl close and kissed her as hard as he could. He was already on losing ground; best give as good as he got.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 0:25:20 GMT -5
Benjen tries his hardest but there is no way he can go as hard as the apparently insatiable Targaryens princesses can go. Fingernails claw up parts of his anatomy fingernails have no business belonging, Tristessa slaps him over and over while making noises at a pitch usually reserved for calling dogs, and Daena...actualy seems the sane one, in bed, for someone having a threesome involving her sister, anyway.
After a few minutes Benjen is spent. The two girls look disappointed, but keep going on without him while he recharges. Daena and Tristessa keep him firmly underneath them, kissing each other with the same fire they had reserved for him. After four or five minutes, when Benjen is back to full mast, Daena kicks her sister off Ben's manhood and says lustily. "I wanna baby too!"
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