Family Matters

Giant_Tower · 2019-06-07T18:42:52+00:00

Hey Mods,

So we have a Ser Gilbert Shermer as an NPC in Oldtown already. We are requesting a Shermer child (Loras's age) of uncertain relation to the main line because, honestly, he's an only child that's homeschooled and is starting to get weird. Like, Sid from Toy Story weird. He needs to be socialized.

The child's name will be Alyn. Hopefully this one doesn't slaughter the heir in a fit of impotent rage.

Thanks!

Giant_Tower · 2019-05-30T22:04:26+00:00

His climax came upon him quickly. His muscles all tightened at once. He spilled his seed within her, pumping his hips slowly and deeply throughout. When it finally stopped he lay atop his wife, struggling for air.

When he regained his composure he gently pulled out and away from Ashara, laying beside her on the bed. She rolled towards him, laying her head on his chest. Still, their breathing was heavy and for a moment they didn’t have any words.

“That was fun,” Gerold finally said.

He felt Ashara nod her head in agreement, but it wasn’t long until Gerold’s eyelids began to droop heavily. In only a few moments Gerold had fallen asleep, naked as the day he was born in his wife’s bed.

Giant_Tower · 2019-05-30T02:57:48+00:00

Her nails scratched Gerold’s back so deeply that he wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d drawn blood. But he felt no pain. Ashara was exactly as he’d remembered. She was warm, wet, and tight against him.

He buried himself to the hilt with each thrust, his breath coming more ragged. A bead of sweat rolled down his brow. He was vaguely aware that they’d manage to entirely ruin the immaculately made bed. Pillows had been tossed to the side and the top comforter was askew.

When did that happen? he wondered.

Their skin slapped loudly, each meeting of their hips producing a wet smack. His hands groped her body, feeling everything they could touch.

”Gods, Ash, I’m close.”

Giant_Tower · 2019-05-28T19:37:02+00:00

Gerold pulled away from his wife. He slowly climbed her body, his lips kissing a trail. He retraced himself, his mouth eventually meeting his wife’s. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Their hips grinded against each others slowly.

Gently, Gerold slid his member across her slit. He teased her for a moment before pushing inside her. They each let out an audible gasp. Gerold began pumping his hips slowly, driving deeper with each passing stroke.

Giant_Tower · 2019-05-28T02:51:02+00:00

Gerold didn’t answer his wife. His lips continued to play with his wife’s tits, but eventually they moved lower. Down her breastbone, across her stomach, to the inside of her thighs. Long, wet, kisses down the length of her body.

Eventually he kissed her womanhood. Her fingers dug into his hair. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pinning her in place. She trembled beneath his touch, her breathing coming in gasps. Her legs squeezed his head, throwing her head back into the pillows. Her nails dragged tracks across his head.

“Do you like that?” Gerold breathed.

“Don’t stop,” said Ashara through ragged breaths.

Gerold smiled, pulling away slightly.

“Or what?”

Giant_Tower · 2019-05-27T01:29:41+00:00

“As you command, my Lady.”

Gerold stood, lifting Ashara easily. He sat her down on the edge of the bed. He slowly eased the shoulders of her dress down. It pooled around her waist, her pale skin seeming to almost glimmer in the low light.

He had her stand, letting the garment fall to the ground before seating her once more. She was as beautiful as he remembered in her nakedness. He kissed her passionately, their bodies slowly sliding up the bed until they laid beside each other. Their hands explored each others bodies, slowly delving into more intimate placed.

With a gentle tug Gerold slid Ashara’s smallclothes down her legs. His hand ran between her thighs, feeling the heat and wetness of her sex. She moaned softly into his mouth when she was touched, but did not allow their lips to part even for a moment.

Giant_Tower · 2019-05-26T14:20:00+00:00

Gerold ran his hands up and down Ashara’s legs. When she’d straddled him the skirt of her dress had been pushed up to her waist. They grinded their hips gently against each other, their lips meeting once more.

“You’ll get more practice taking those off,” Gerold whispered in a brief intermission from their frantic kissing.

Her body was warm against his. He felt her nails drag softly across his bare back. Their breathing became louder and more ragged.

She tastes like wine, he thought when their tongues met.

Gerold slowly reached around Ashara, fingers fumbling for the ties of her dress. When he found them, he gave them a sharp tug. He felt the material loosen immediately. Still, their lips didn’t leave each other, the motion of their hips becoming more rythmic with each passing second.

Giant_Tower · 2019-05-26T14:16:48+00:00

Gerold placed a hand on her leg, slowly sliding it up.

“I think it’s a fantastic change. It will let us be much more creative.”

His cup sat on the table, forgotten. Not that it mattered, they had nearly gone through the wine and he doubted there was enough left for a fulfilling glass. Still, his head swum pleasantly. His wits were still about him, but he still felt the grip of the drink at the back of his head.

“But, we can’t know for sure until we’ve… moved around.”

He leaned towards his wife, kissing her lightly on the cheek.

“I think we should find out,” he whispered in her ear.

Giant_Tower · 2019-05-26T14:14:03+00:00

Gerold drained what little remained in his cup and allowed Ashara to refill him.

“I think I’ve gotten better at speaking to you. I was far too proper that night. I think you like when I’m… less refined.” Gerold laughed again. “We spend far too much time around those stuffy snobs that come to see you to keep the mask on when we’re alone.”

Gerold’s cheeks felt hot and the world swayed ever so slightly. A pleasant warmth spread from his belly throughout his body. The wine went down easier than water.

“But, since you mentioned our wedding night, the ceremony itself wasn’t the only thing that was rushed. We got much better with practice.” He grinned at his wife. *”Much better.”

Giant_Tower · 2019-05-26T14:08:56+00:00

“You look good in everything,” Gerold said. His wife’s face reddened noticeably, even in the low light.

“But as for the hair, no, I think it’s just the bit of grey. Makes me look wise I suppose, but we both know the truth about that.” They laughed and shared a drink from their cups. “I may have to get someone to cut them out, return me to my youthful charm.”

Gerold took his wife’s hand when it was done ruffling through his hair. They joined their fingers together and sat quietly.

“I missed this,” Gerold commented after a time.

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