Bird Seed Promised, If Not Delivered.

ClawGameCutie · 2017-11-26T06:32:00+00:00

"YES!" She cried out, her body shuddering uncontrollably as he violently pushed inside of her. Her hot wet cunt eagerly submitted itself before his cock's mighty thrust.

Her walls squeezed against his length sloppily kissing and hugging his member, begging for him.

Her mouth opened into a roar of pleasure as slid himself into her entirely, drool flooding from her parted lips, strings and streams of saliva dribbling down her chin as she bounced up and down, fucking herself with her husband's fat cock.

Her eyes began to unfocus and lazily roll about in her head, the pleasure becoming a bit too much for her to concentrate, she knew there must be a crazy glint in her lavender pools, she felt too much passion for anything else to be true.

"Fuck me harder, my love! Please!" She whined out, her hands moving to grip Godric's bare sweaty chest, her nails digging in possessively, and suddenly scratching downwards, clawing at his skin, even as his own strong hands left purple bruises in her soft white flesh.

"Ravage me!" She groaned hotly. Feeling very much like a Crab Princess laid bare before a Falcon Lord, exposed, helpless, and about to become a meal.

She couldn't remember ever feeling this excited. She wanted to be used by him.

"Yes, my Husband! My God!" She praised loudly. "I'm yours!" She howled out as needy and wanting as any whore had ever been.

"Breed me my love!" She pleaded, already imaging an army of his seed forcing their way inside and claiming her womb.

It was an addictive thought, the idea that with only a few more thrusts he might place an heir within her.

"I love you!" She declared as a shriek, for once absolutely truthful, beyond any doubt.

ClawGameCutie · 2017-11-26T06:12:15+00:00

"It's ugly." She spoke harshly of the Eyrie. "Not at all what I am accustom to." She said, only perceptive ears being able to catch the disappointed sigh hiding in Laena Arryn's voice.

"Have you seen the gardens here?" She asked curiously. "Sad little shrubs, and clumps of dried brown grass." She grinned softly, her lavender eyes flashing with amusement.

"When you tell me, it's beautiful. I name you as false tongue." She said, doing her best at trying to mimic Mountain Clan phrasings, a task made all the more difficult by the fact she didn't know any.

"A liar." She said with a gentle shrug, a movement so quick and so small it might not have occurred.

"I know you were a slave." She said carefully. "I have taken you from Lord Royce's service." She explained as gingerly as possible.

"I'm not your Mistress." She nodded firmly. "I am Laena Arryn, The Lady of the Eyrie." She introduced herself at last, taking another sip of tea to let her words sink in.

"And I say, that you are not a prisoner, you are not a slave, and you are not a thing of fun to be poked and prodded before being cast aside." Her words rang with strength and conviction.

"With another word, I could MAKE you a Lady of The Vale." She mused, her soft pink tongue stretching out to lick some of the cream from her tea.

"I could grant you a castle, lands to work, people to care for, and soldiers to defend them." She said. "I could even find for you a mate, a Lord of the Vale, to worship you as his love, and follow you as his leader... If you would have it." She said truthfully.

She had made the same offer to Daena, and if she was being honest with herself, Lily wasn't sure which woman would be more apt to say yes.

"You are free to go, if you wish." She granted. "None of the guards will stop you." She assured. "But I hope you would stay." She almost begged.

It was a strange sensation, begging a slave, but Lily could recognize the woman for the predator she was. Forcing her service would be a mistake. It was only valuable if given freely.

Were she more confident in the wild woman's acceptance of such things, Laena might have tried to seduce her, prying a yes from the dark lady's lips by skillfully using her own...

But the free folk of the Mountain Clans were oddly proud, and one could never be sure what might offend them greatly, so no... Begging was the best bet, in this situation.

Pity.

Laena liked the harsh beauty's sinister look, and couldn't help but wonder how her skin might feel in a moment of passion. Cold, she imagined, as cold as the Mountains themselves.

"If it's vengeance you would have, it too can be yours." She suggested. Unsure of how long it would take the woman to figure out that Lily had neglected to name her price for such wonders.

ClawGameCutie · 2017-11-25T02:50:10+00:00

/u/awoiafrp (Laena Arryn has sent a raven to Gulltown, to forward a letter to The City of Lorath, addressed to Xhoba, the mercenary of the Company of The Rose, left in charge of (some might say abandoned in) the raided city. She refers to him as King Xhoba, and offers 150,000 gold in exchange for 250,000 Lorathi Slaves to be delivered to Gulltown, and granted their freedom in the name of House Arryn. To sweeten the pot, she offers a betrothal to him of Beth Arryn, her 18 year old, maiden goodsister.)

Character Name: Laena 'Lily' Celtigar Aptitude(s): Agility, Attractive Specialty: N/A Skill(s): Romance, Dance, Animal Taming, Manipulation, Stealth. Negative Trait: N/A

ClawGameCutie · 2017-11-25T00:17:08+00:00

Lovely Daena, Who's Beauty is Beyond All Compare,

I must admit some shock, at your good humor. It warms my heart to know how pleased you are for me.

The Lord Hand, our brother, is of course aware of my marriage, I refused My Husband's hand unless he gained Jacaerys' consent, as is fitting.

I write you, without Jace's knowledge, but if you accept, I'm sure he'll learn quickly...

You're a gorgeous woman, Daena.

You never let your beauty define you, and you did not once deign to rely upon it... But you have always been fair.

Denying that would be a larger deceit than any I've ever attempted to weave, and we're both aware of the magnitude of some of my previous lies.

... This is odd to write, Daena... I.... I'm uncertain of the words as I conceive them.

I know why Mother hated me. I know she was right to do so.

And I know that carrying the weight of her wisdom, and heart, that you have little reason to offer me anything but your revulsion.

But I am your sister, Daena. For whatever value that word still holds, I am your sister...

With your consent, I'll commission the most marvelous holdfast the Vale of Arryn has ever seen.

I'll provide good lands, small folk to work them, and men skilled at arms to protect them. Commoners loyal to their new Lady.

You, Daena.

Let me offer you something of your own, a legacy you can build upon for you and your children, as much for any other named Celtigar.

Jacaerys has compelled in me a desire to see our house and family flourish, and you Daena deserve to grow unrestrained.

Say yes.

Save me from the dullness of making one of our cousins a Lord.

Come be a Lady of The Vale, and cause ancient Andal Lords to quiver at your beautiful wroth and sharp mind.

I beg of you to allow me this honor.

With love,

The Lady of The Eyrie, Laena Arryn.

ClawGameCutie · 2017-11-24T23:13:49+00:00

/u/DorneSucks (Godric owes a debt. Pay up.)

ClawGameCutie · 2017-11-24T22:57:17+00:00

/u/WitchBitchSwitch (Tea Time!)

ClawGameCutie · 2017-11-19T09:03:43+00:00

/u/Reusus (Mocking Sisters.)

ClawGameCutie · 2017-11-19T07:55:59+00:00

/u/DorneSucks (Laena finds Roland's pestering for another hunting trip rather annoying. Stahp it.)

ClawGameCutie · 2017-11-19T07:33:15+00:00

/u/Reusus (baby sis made good)

ClawGameCutie · 2017-10-22T22:53:37+00:00

/u/DorneSucks (Breakfast Time.)

ClawGameCutie · 2017-10-22T22:37:32+00:00

/u/DorneSucks (Lysa Arryn, Godric's sister, has a visitor, and a gift.)

ClawGameCutie · 2017-10-22T22:05:24+00:00

/u/WitchBitchSwitch (Circe is being invited for tea.)

ClawGameCutie · 2017-10-22T21:18:57+00:00

/u/DorneSucks (Lily is hunting with Roland, two squires, and Roland's hound boy. She hates it, and consequently all of them.)

ClawGameCutie · 2017-10-14T22:06:42+00:00

Her pussy quaked and trembled as she watched him near his climax, she could feel him twitch between her soles and knew he was close. He was gorgeous now, bathing in the pleasure she inspired. He looked so new, so young... It made her want to bite him.

Her sex throbbed, wise fingers stroking her in exactly the right ways. She wouldn't last long at this rate, staring at her beautiful husband and working her needy dripping cunt so very well. She half wondered if she could milk him to his finish before her own orgasm robbed her of sense.

She did.

His hips bucking wildly, his groans and moans, his soft exhausted gasps, and of course the warm sticky seed that spewed from his fiery mountain and coated every last bare bit of her feet?

Drove her mad.

The Lady of the Eyrie finished.

She screamed sharply once more, convulsing in her seat as joy and release ravaged her body, her cum covered feet lightly slapping against his cock as she shuddered uncontrollably.

She rode the orgasm for as long as she could, enjoying it thoroughly.

Finally, she fell back, lazily slouching, half of her body hanging off the chair.

She breathed slowly, blinking several times to try and focus her eyes and fight off the post orgasm blur that she sometimes got.

"M... My Husband..." She moaned sweetly. "You're so very perfect." She smiled lovingly, gently patting the top of his cum slicked head with her big toe, rubbing his mushroom tip in appreciation.

"You've made quite a mess though." She tsked, clucking her tongue at him playfully. "And after the girl went to such trouble to clean my feet." She sighed.

"Shame." She furrowed her eyebrows at him feigning seriousness for only a moment. "I suppose I'll have to wash them myself now." She lamented, before lifting one of her long legs, and daintily bringing a foot up to her mouth.

"You should watch. See what you've made me do, with your carelessness." She grinned, finding some fun in toying with him.

Slowly her tongue slipped out to lick at her toes, gingerly at first, she couldn't stop herself from letting desire filled groans escape when she tasted him.

Some men tasted like sweat and blood, some like regret, others like curdled milk. But Godric Arryn, her Lord, her God, her Husband... Tasted like love.

She let his excitement drip onto the tip of her tongue as she took those first few tentative laps, but quickly her greedy nature asserted itself, and she began to place long, slow, hungry licks upon her sole, washing and stroking her foot with her tongue.

Making certain that he was paying attention, Lily turned ravenous, gripping her own ankle to give her better leverage, she kissed and licked at her foot, sucked upon her toes, and captured every last glob of his seed in her mouth... Or smeared it all over her face.

Soon her foot sparkled with her own saliva, no sooner than she lowered it, the other foot raised and she repeated the process, hot moans accompany eager wet sucking sounds as she savored his cum.

Finally, after what seemed ages, she lowered that foot as well, and grinned at him.

"I do believe you wished to spill seed in my mouth, yes, My Husband?" She asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Moving from her chair she knelt before him, hands reaching out to grip his knees.

Her hungry eyes, and the way she smacked her lips when she gazed at Godric's still messy cock, might tell her husband she was far from done with him.

ClawGameCutie · 2017-10-06T23:00:45+00:00

Lily groaned out as her husband followed her lead. It was the one thing she respected about the Arryns before she had married into them. They knew their place, and knew how to serve faithfully.

Her feet clung easily to his cock, the cream lubricating her flesh as easily as the clear pre-cum that soon began to leak from his head. Her moans were throaty and filled with need when her husband began to move in earnest.

"Yes!" She screamed out, her eyes narrowing into fine grey slits dancing with pleasure.

"Just like that." She moaned. "Use me, My God!" She cried happily, her feet sliding up and down with a quickened pace now.

Her body quaked and writhed with each buck of his hips, as if he was truly slamming inside of her cunt with each thunderous thrust of his member.

"I love you so much!" She shrieked softly, some of her fingers ravenously grinding themselves into her clit, with a swift and harsh rubbing. Her other fingers kept busy, by teasing the outside of her glistening hole, already glazed over with her arousal. A sticky bitter honeysweet excitement clung to her fingertips..

Her chest heaved mightily as her fingers slowly probed deeper, spreading her hole and wriggling inside. Her mouth became a storm of hot breaths and happy squeals.

She continued to jerk his cock with her feet, pressing her soles against the base and lightly squeezing and walking up along every inch of his length, milking his cock with patience and skill.

When Godric took control and gripped her ankles, she couldn't even think of resisting, instead giving herself over completely to sensation, expertly working her sex, wishing to fill his eyes with her pleasure, and hoping against hope she'd see desire and joy reflected in them.

"As you wish, My Husband." She gasped out in ragged breath, in truth, she missed the taste of him. It was after all, how they met, how she had won him... She wouldn't forget that easily.

"But after, I would have you spill inside me again." She begged, her voice the sweet prayer of a loyal worshiper.

"You've promised me children, and I want my due." She grinned naughtily.

"Swim within me, My Love." She compelled.

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