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Post by Lyonel on Mar 24, 2015 20:17:22 GMT -5
"The North is a cold place... Some may say that the fire of the Summer Islanders are no mtach for it." Karstark blushed like a little girl at Daxos' response, with this man nearby he felt... Vulnerable.
"My passions are quite unique, you see. I study birds, raptors, pidgeons, pheasants... Cocks." He said, taking a sip of his cup, his wet tongue gently fondling against the edges. "Do you have any hobbies, Mr Ambassador?"
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 20:38:53 GMT -5
"You poor northern man, bundled up against the cold in those heavy furs." Daxos cooed, betting the soft mink that was bundled around Kastarks shoulders with a sensual tenderness. "I assure you, your snows are no match for the flames of my lands. Our passions could set the whole world ablaze."
"Birds are a fine interest." he smiled slyly at northman's wordplay, always a sucker for a clever boy. "Though I have always enjoyed hunting my self. Loosing a long ebony shaft into some wet hot meat. Then letting the whole community partake of the spoils when I have had my fill."
"You see, generosity is a valued voirtue in my lands..." the hand on Kastark's shoulder roamed to his powerful chest, fingers seeking purchase beneath the heavy layers. "I come bearing many gifts for the happy couple...and their friends."
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 24, 2015 20:50:11 GMT -5
"Maybe we could go for one of those hunts any of these days... My birds are fond of those too." Karstark liked what he was hearing, his breaches didn't feel confortable anymore... They felt tight.
"Pray tell me you have with you this bow you so like to talk about at hand? I would love to take a look at it." He straightened his clothes, the Daxos', taking a chance to touch those onyx muscles, even if through cloth. "You see... Some people like it small, that's fine, understandable. But I like them big... Long bows tend to hit harder and perforate deeper."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 21:02:45 GMT -5
"Hopefully, you would like to do more than look at it. I am generous enough to allow you to take it in hand yourself." Daxos stretched in his silk robes, revealing what looked more akin to a baby's arm holding an apple than a cock. "It is fortunate that you like larger bows, for mine is more akin to a ballistae. It shatters castle walls."
His hand descended to Galbart's belt, gripping it aggressively and pulling it towards him, so that their sizable trouser snakes ground against one another through the layers of fabric. He cursed the restraining garbs, recalling how men and women went for weeks in his homeland with nothing on.
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 24, 2015 21:08:20 GMT -5
"Not here." Galbart put one finger in Daxos' mouth, closing his breeches he pulled the ambassador to the little room where the servants kept the cleaning material.
"Take me as one of your Summer Islander girls..." He turned his back to Daxos, a pretentious smile on his lips.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 21:15:03 GMT -5
Robyn kept staring at the place the two men had been long after they left, not sure what she had just witness, but went immediately to get a strong drink.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 24, 2015 21:15:07 GMT -5
Karyl Crowl in the drunkenly glorious state of the stoneborn watches the strange colored man and the northern lord get wwaaaayyyyyyy too comfortable with each other and watches wide eyed and confused as he starts drinking heavily from his skull goblet.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 21:16:08 GMT -5
Daxos spit into his hand, working it upon his shaft for quite a while to ensure his massive erection was at maximum girth.
He then did his best impression of a graboid, tunneling into Karstark's ass with such force that anal fissures would be the least of his worries. The northern lord would not shit right for a full moon's turn.
(I'd like to roll for a heavy wound please. I have 1000000 in Ass Obliteration)
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 24, 2015 21:16:49 GMT -5
Danya had watched from somewhere across the hall, an intrigued expression on her face. It seemed Westerosi society was becoming more... open to things. She smiled, hopeful for once.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 21:19:09 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Daxos is thinking of softball instead of baseball while he focuses on the northern man's woolly ass, and the thought of all that pent up estrogen does not give his hog the power it needs to rut successfully. A sensational time, but no permanent damage done. Galbart Karstark has had aurochs horns shoved up in the dark place where none should go. A summer Islander is like a young tanned stableboy, with the oiled up skin...even the admin questioning his sexuality now.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 24, 2015 21:20:56 GMT -5
Jason rests peacefully now, glad to have departed before such an event.
(Jason receives +3 to Nope)
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 24, 2015 21:24:34 GMT -5
With his right hand Galbart helped the black man's trusts, his own member hard, feeling the pressure going up through it's channel.
"Oh Old Gods protect me..." He screamed a little louder then he should have, he felt the pressure gone, his seed now spread all over one of the castle's brooms. Even though he was done, the Daxos did'nt seem to be content yet.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 24, 2015 21:26:21 GMT -5
The Crowl downs the rest of his drink, and goes to silently weep cuddling his pile of skulls.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 21:36:02 GMT -5
"I....AM...THE DAAAAXOOOOOOOS!!!" The Daxos roared, filling an esteemed northern lord and respected commander like a human-sized cannoli shell.
One down, seven to go.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 24, 2015 21:38:07 GMT -5
The Crowl downs the rest of his drink, and goes to silently weep cuddling his pile of skulls. Jason's skull needs a shower after this. |
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