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Ashara
It was surprising just how much she loved his kisses. They were sweet and almost chaste. If she hadn't suddenly brought out her nerves and dare to strike her tongue at him. He didn't seem to mind. If anything, it spurred Ned on. His kiss deepened more. She almost wants to take him right here and there. The godswood was rather quiet right now. And who better to view their coupling than the gods themselves?
Suddenly, she loosened the lines of her dress and she slowly had started to loosen his jerkin. Now both of them were bare before one another. He was certainly handsome, her wolf. His frame was leaner than his braggart brother but he was impressively muscled. Her hands then come to his belt to loosen his britches. Suddenly, his hands slowly move her closer to the soft ground. His lips then moved from her lips to her neck.
As nice as it felt, she didn't feel or hear his britches being removed. He's still half-dressed. Why are y- suddenly, she felt something wet and wide on her clit. His tongue. She felt his growing beard beginning to tickle her thighs. The more she giggled, the more she found herself moaning.
Her thoughts began to drift off. He kept on blushing like a maid the entire time we talked. His kisses were undeniably sweet if not a bit chase to her liking. How on Earth was he doing this? Mayhaps he's not much of a sweet northern maiden as sh - Those thoughts quickly went away as she felt his tongue digging deeper and moving quite skillfully around her folds. The grip of his hands tightening around her knees, as he put them on his shoulders.
Good Gods! Oh, don't end. Oh, please don't stop Ned!
It had felt like hours of his tongue roaming around her clit that they had taken each other. While it was a bit clumsy, it was undeniably sweet if not a tiny bit fast. His skilled tongue made her all the more wanton and quickly turned their coupling into a hurried affair.
The both of them were breathing hard and heavy. But now, she was curious. "What you did before ... with your mouth. Is that how you the lords of the North and Vale kiss your ladies?"
"I'm not sure really. All I knew was that I wanted to kiss you ... everywhere." He said rather sheepishly. "You seemed to like it," he then said with a grin.
"That I did, my sweet wolf. But you northerners have it wrong. The wolf shouldn't be your sigil; it's a man kneeling before a woman with a wet chin!"
Catelyn
It had been such a long time since she had been to a large feast such as this. But this was to be expected, as the Lord of Winterfell had returned to the North following the Greyjoy's Rebellion. They were celebrating how the ironborn had been crushed and thrown back into the sea.
She hadn't seen her husband in so long. It surprised her just how much she missed him; and not just so he'd see his new daughter. Though I will give him a son, I've prayed to the Seven everyday. I would be happy if our boy not just looked like a Stark, but also have Ned's sweet smile. I'd like that with all my heart.
But that needs to be the furthest thing from my mind now. Right now, we need to attend the feast. We are throwing it, even though it was more or less expected to honour Ned himself for returning victorious.
"It'd be better if everyone drank themselves into a stupor already," Ned mumbled. Her husband was not one for feasts; especially one so extravagant. Frankly, she would do well without it as well. The only thing she has half a mind to is simply holding her husband as tightly as she could.
"That would certainly be helpful my lord. But I'm afraid that this is our duty," she said rather grimly.
"Right now, I'd rather do something else than my duty to entertain the northern lords, my lady." he said with a grin. With surprising swiftness, he gently clutched her by the jaw and kissed her. He feels intoxicating. She didn't realize just how much she missed his sweet kisses. He then left her lips and started to pepper her neck with them.
"Ned ... Ohh, Ned!" she moaned out.
His hands then roamed around her body and then cupped her arse. Suddenly, he began to mouth her still-covered bosom.
"Ned ... my lord ... W-W-We need to go to ou - "
Suddenly, he had knelt down and lifted up her skirt. His hands were tugging the lines of her smallclothes.
"We, we sh-should re-re-really go to the fea-feast, Ned!" she breathed out.
"Why? I'd rather have the feast right here!" she felt him smirk.
It was best to not argue. I've missed this far too much ...
Roslin
She shouldn't feel so nervous. I should feel grateful that the Young Wolf had chosen me to be his bride.
He's so handsome. Everyone says that he favors his mother's family, the Tullys, far too much. She's never met the Starks but there's a certain iciness in his blue eyes. And faint flecks of grey in them that the Starks are famed for.
The wedding was a rather grand affair. A double wedding much like the last time Westeros was at war. Though its him and his uncle Edmure. A Frey bride for the houses of Stark and Tully. Edmure and his new wife were rather eager to be bedded.
Not her, she felt more scared than she has been in her life. Her lord father has told her many times, when he bothered to pay attention to her, that she was a pretty little lamb in a castle filled to the brim with stoats. Not once did she feel like that, not even now.
Instinctively, she covers her bare chest with her arms. But what good would that do? But it is then she realizes that Robb is quite embarrassed himself. His face is as red as his hair and a faint smile on his dimpled chin and cheeks.
She then notices every bit of his features. Bouncy auburn curls adorning his head, bright blue eyes with faint grey flecks, his body hard and lean with some faint scars lining his chest. When he decides to move closer to kiss her, she feels herself being set ablaze. It's a bit clumsy but invigorating. Right now, in this instant, he looks and feels more like a boy just wanting to kiss a girl rather than go to war.
He then looks at her. "I, uh, I've, haven't really done this before." he said sheepishly. She had not given thought to the fact that he may be as much a maiden as she is. But there is not time to take a woman during war. Even though Black Walder had said that many times.
"Well, my lord. I must confess that I don't have much experience in this either," she said cheekily. He then gives a faint smile at her. It's a nice smile. He then begins to kiss her again, this time with more vigor. Their bodies moving closer in tandem as they begin to touch one another. His hands come closer to her thighs, gently rubbing them. Slowly tracing small circles to them, close to her ... cunt. His fingers then gently glazing by her bum.
His lips then leave hers and begin to kiss her neck, then moving down to her breasts, mouthing them. His teeth teasing around her nipples. His lips then press gentle kisses around her soft pale belly. He then starts to ... kiss her ... cunt. She gasps at the suddenness of it. His tongue then starts to roam around, lapping around as if he changed from the sweet courteous lord to a rabid dog.
"Do you ... like that, my lady?" he asks. All she can do is hopelessly nod, and he quickly resumes.
"Oh! Oh! Ohh, Robb!"
Things are going fast. Ami had always talked about her perverse actions in great detail. Is this how it's like? Is this how it feels? But we have not bedded yet.
"Robb! Suck me. Suck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me!!"
"As you say my lady!"
Nothing else mattered then and there. Even with the pain and the sheets stained with her maiden's blood, she had never felt so alive.
Alys
"I must thank you again, my lord. I now have a wildling husband and army willing to help and defend me." she said with a smile.
"It was of little to no consequence, my lady" Jon Snow said courteously and just as somberly. He has grown more handsome in the last time they had seen one another. Of course, they were both children then. Stupidly foolish children filling their heads with dreams.
"I will repay the debt you owe me." she tells him, as she gently holds to his wrist. His eyes are so breathtakingly yet sad as well. But they had the same fierceness that Sigorn's have too.
Quick as a whip, she grabbed him by the neck and brought him to her level. Their lips crashing quite furiously. They're so soft.
She feels him try to turn away. "Alys. W-W-We can't. You're a married lady now."
That had stung a bit. But she quickly shrugged it off, and began to kiss him again. "I told you that I would repay the debt you owe me, my sweet lord." Her lips then began to pepper his neck with softer kisses. She could feel and hear him moan; he wasn't protesting as much as before. Slowly and subtly, she began to loosen his britches.
"And a Karstark always pays her debts."
Before he could even utter a protest, Alys had his member in hand and began to stroke it. Already hard as stone. Just as he gained some strength of stubbornness, she had lightly spit on his cock and began to stroke it more, before engulfing it in her mouth. Her hands lightly grabbing his legs. Sucking him slowly and tracing her tongue and lips on it; teasing him. He's quite large, it can barely fit my throat.
She then felt something beginning to spurt. He's coming and quite soon. She could tell that he's trying not to, even without looking up. The muscles on his thighs were tightening. Well, there's no harm done. He won't be giving me a babe anytime soon. As he squirted in her mouth, she more than eagerly swallowed it all. She then saw Jon slumping by his desk.
"Like I said my lord, a Karstark pays her debts!"
Before she can leave, he grabs her by the shoulders and begins to kiss her again. She should stop, but she wants his lips on hers again.
Suddenly, she feels his teeth almost gnawing on her shift and his fingers practically clawing under her skirts. He then lifts her and gently puts her on his desk. Before she can even ask, his tongue is already on her, lapping at her folds. She had never felt this before. Her cheeks feel more and more red as he keeps at it.
"O-Ooh, d-do-don't s-s-stop!!"
She wants to scream, but that would draw attention to what they're doing. But not even covering her mouth with her hand would stop it much. Gods, that tongue is magical!
Her legs then went numb as she climaxed. Hanging loosely by his shoulders.
"I, I guess I'm still indebted to you, my lord!"
Shireen
This was quite frightening. Before he had died, her father had been able to secure a betrothal for her. The heir to Winterfell; Rickon Stark. Although, he was only seven namedays when he had been found and the betrothal had been made, and she was only one-and-ten.
Now, she was finally to be married. Although, she knows that many of the northern lords had objected to the union. Saying that the South had taken too much from the North and the Starks, and that he deserved a proper northern bride. And yet, Lord Rickon had objected to their words.
That was surprising by him. From what she had heard and seen of him, he had lived in the wilds and the island of Skagos with a wildling and his direwolf protecting him. Learning to fight with and like a wildling and a Skagosi. He was tall and fearsome with wild auburn curly hair reaching to his neck. His blue eyes were icy yet showed a fiery anger towards many, But there still seemed to be a fire to them. Supposedly, his body was armed to the bone with scars, much like the one He often scowled or smirked but rarely smiled. Yet, he was willing to keep his word. Although, she had heard that he had repeatedly bedded Lady Lyanna Mormont.
She felt more and more nervous as Davos escorted her to the godswood. Rickon was there, looking as tall and fierce. His wild curls now neatly combed and his eyes looking resplendent and vibrant. Rather than a smirk, he had a small smile on his face. Although, she wasn't sure if it was for her, himself, or for Lady Lyanna who was in the procession.
It went as Northern weddings go, for what she had known of them. Then the festivities had begun, it was surprisingly festive. As they called for the bedding, she felt terrified as the northern lords had pawed at her dress. Rickon had surprisingly laughed and jested with the girls who were undressing him.
As they had been brought to their chambers, Rickon had surprisingly stood rather confidently. He then quickly brought himself close to her, as quick as the wolf he was famed to be. He then kissed her. His lips are soft and gentle rather than hard and demanding as she thought to be.
He then looked to her. "I-I'll try to be gentle. I-I haven't done this much," he said with surprising honestly. His words didn't seem to be laced with anger or a false sense of mirth. He then captured her lips again. She liked the taste of them. Then they moved to her neck. It felt strange, but Maester Samwell had managed to remove her greyscale scars, so it felt strange that he wasn't kissing and complaining of the taste of stone on his lips. It felt nice ... and warm.
His lips then trailed to her ear. Oooh, tickly. He then trailed down to her chest; mouthing at her breasts. His teeth gently nipped at her own nipples. She had heard her septa telling her that only whores felt pleasure, but she must have been wrong. She felt her body trembling with each kiss that he pressed down her body.
Aaahhhh! Wh-Wha-What is he doing with his mouth now?!! W-Wha-What in the name of the Gods is this?! His lips and tongue are still gentle, if not demanding. His thumbs gently passing around her thighs. She felt her legs and body shaking. What's happening? What's happening??
Whatever had happened to her; what he just did to her, it was amazing. She felt herself more brave. More willing to be brave to be bedded by him. Nothing could truly hurt her. He wouldn't hurt her, and she knew that now.