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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 16, 2012 21:13:10 GMT -5
She's already on her bed, so she lays back. Her mother's milk is hot and a bit sweeter than he'd figured, and she squirms her way out of her dress.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 16, 2012 21:15:03 GMT -5
With a grin, Benjen slips out of his tunic and breeches, before moving on top of Catherine, kissing her while his hand snaked its way between her legs.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 16, 2012 21:18:15 GMT -5
She hissed dirty words into his ear while he moved inside her. The difference in her lower anatomy is obvious. Her legs lock around him tightly.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 16, 2012 21:19:56 GMT -5
He grinned and kissed Catherine with vigour, taking his hand away and pushing inside her, starting at a low speed before bringing up the tempo, panting into her mouth.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 16, 2012 21:25:29 GMT -5
She screams his name and a bunch of obscenities that when they finish Benjen will probably wonder where she could have ever learned them from. She is sopping wet and warm and she wriggles under him wildly as he goes at it. Her bucking results in a broken lamp but she completely ignores it.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 16, 2012 21:27:42 GMT -5
Benjen pumped into her harder, one hand moving all over her as the other steadied him. He kissed, bit and licked her, grunting and replying to her words, not having had a woman since he'd left Eddard's Rest. After a long ride he finally came, moaning her name as he did.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 16, 2012 21:33:10 GMT -5
ooc: A long ride after a year off eh? Catherine sighs in contentment and rubs her breasts against his chest before settling her head on it. "The beard has to go. It hurts."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 16, 2012 21:36:32 GMT -5
ooc: only in dreams "No can do, Catherine," Benjen replied, stroking her hair. "It makes me look all general-like and important. Like I know what I'm talking about." He laughed to make the joke more obvious.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 16, 2012 21:40:40 GMT -5
"It feels like kissing a porcupine." She yawned.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 16, 2012 21:45:11 GMT -5
"Porcupines are cute," Benjen replied, finding the bottle of wine in arm's reach and drinking from the bottle. "So, was the whole time we were gone boring? Something fun must have happened."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 16, 2012 21:51:39 GMT -5
"Well, your sisters are great, of course. I don't know; it was just hard thinking of Kalvin and Arania off in the east, and you off in the Vale, maybe dying or being hurt, and all the grateful Vale ladies..." She kisses his chest. "Mine."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 11:27:30 GMT -5
"And yours alone," Benjen said, grinning at Catherine. "There were plenty of other young men who could take care of all the grateful ladies. I fear most wouldn't have enjoyed the beard more than you," He winked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 12:08:22 GMT -5
"I doubt that." Catherine grabs the bottle to have a drink. "Definitely some interesting stories I've heard."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 12:20:12 GMT -5
"And what stories are those?" Benjen asked, scratching his beard and pulling up the blanket to cover more of him up.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 12:27:06 GMT -5
"Monsters and magic and witches and Arania kissing royalty..."
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