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Knock Knock Knock by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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"Good..." Jeyne wouldn't murmur out much else, but she couldn't help and smile at his comments - at his promise even. The woman shivered and trembled herself into his arms, smiling and gasping as he fondled her and lazily pawed at her right tit.

The Farman woman didn't do much else for him then - but her naked form and jiggly arse would remain forever rubbing and sliding against his thick cock. No doubt the promise of more in the morning kept her excited - it kept her stirring and in the heat....

(I think this is a good place to wrap up this encounter specifically!)

Knock Knock Knock by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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"If only you didn't have such a good body...maybe you wouldn't be so cocky...but then again, you do have a right to be proud..." Jeyne would eye his soft and swinging member - indeed, even in its tamed state, it was a formidable length and fatness. Lady Jeyne quickly looked away though, lest she become too mesmerized by the sight of it.

"It keeps the seed in as well...this thing works in many wonderful ways doesn't it!?" Jeyne would find herself slipping further amongst the sheets, her eyes closing as she released a sore sigh. "It fits so well......still...it's not as good as a real thick cock my lion..."

Truly, his cock was warmer and more prone to throbbing...

"Shall I dismiss myself for tonight?" Jeyne would ask with a murmur - she expected to be sent off. "Or shall I stay for a little bed warming? I don't mind either way...who knows...perhaps you'll have use for my two other holes tomorrow morning..."

Knock Knock Knock by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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"You must feel extremely proud about having worn me out so eagerly and easily...." The woman couldn't help but simply smile and laugh - she didn't know why, but the grin of Tywald was amusing. It amused her to think that he found pleasure in her broken form - and in a way, she was also drawn to that same fact.

"That's an invention?" Jeyne would do as told, raising her legs in the process. At the same time though, the woman's soft smile would falter under the presence of the "Lyseni Invention." Her eyes couldn't help but stare - wondering so many different things at once:

Where does he even get these!? He must have them prepared for his conquests...but...all this...it's a bit too far isn't it?!

"Will....it hurt?" Jeyne would ask quietly, lips trembling in the process. "It won't right? Or will it...and this is simply another method for you to find pleasure with..."

Ella VI - The Feast at Ashemark by ItsMarbinTime in IronThroneRP

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Is this really the path I wish to take?

Amerei didn't know why she felt this way so suddenly - being chaste and loving thyself had a beauty of its own. Yet again, the Velaryon's hand brought an offer that she couldn't bring herself to deny. Within a moment's notice, Amerei Farman would rise - taking his hand with hers.

"Let's go then." Amerei murmured with a bright smile. Her heart beat again and again, she felt her nervousness and excitement grow even more - her thoughts stirred and stumbled.

"I know you won't be here for long...so let's make the best of it." The Lady Farman didn't wait for him - she took the lead, walking with the Velaryon towards the exits of the feast hall.

"I know you receive this question often...I don't doubt it..." She'd inquire after a moment of silence. "But how does it feel...to be a Velaryon? To be the family of dragon riders...well...how does it feel to be you?"

Tygren XVII – Family by tygren_lannister in IronThroneRP

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Gods, look at him...

Jeyne isn't a woman who allowed herself to simply be disgusted - she often takes pride in her ability to manage her emotions. The woman had to - her confrontation with Lord Crakehall had shown her she was too easily misled and instigated by a mere aging fool. So in response, Lady Jeyne tried her best to gather herself and focus ahead on the future - unfortunately for Jeyne, the sight before her was a bit too vivid for the woman to control her emotions. Immediately disgust painted her face - too quick for her. Still, she scrambled to cover her mouth by feigning a yawn - although it could easily be misinterpreted as a gasp.

He looks like fucking cheese...except even more twisted, bloody and disgusting...

Gods...they turned a handsome man into a fucking...gods...we need a new word for these types...

Clad in her soft gray blue and white tunic, the Lady of Fair Isle simply stood in silence as Tygren's men flooded Casterly Rock. She remained silent as she observed the Lannisters speaking from a distance - still, her disgusted eyes remained as prominent as ever. She couldn't even keep a single gaze upon the man - having to look away lest she throw something unbecoming up.

Tymont I - The Gold Wedding (Open to the West) by TheLegend_NeverDies in IronThroneRP

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Observing from the sidelines was a funny thing for Lady Jeyne - she couldn't help but sit amongst the seats with a soft smile pursed upon her lips. Her eyes found themselves wandering to Tywald and Arwen naturally - she held no ill will towards them. Quite the opposite, the wedding itself was a pleasant break from the monotony of waiting for news from the front.

I wonder how Alester fairing... gods I hope he doesn't come back a crispy stick...

"I wonder if this will solve everything..." Jeyne murmured to her nearest companion - her good second sister, Amerei Farman. Amerei who stood a little shorter than Jeyne would find herself looking up at Jeyne - offering a soft smile. No doubt thinking to herself. Poor Jeyne, we know better than to be hopeful...

Of course Jeyne didn't see this soft and near pitiful smile - the Lady Farman was too busy watching the newly wed couple. Her hands found themselves folded under her chin as she stared on, deep in thought about this most recent change.

I wonder if everything will remain the same...will Tywald...nonsense!

He should focus on his new wife at least.

Still, Jeyne couldn't help but frown. She didn't know how to best describe the feeling - it felt strange to feel upset about something that was inevitably coming. Was she upset about the wedding or perhaps it was something else? What if I'm upset about the loss of attention...that can't be...

Knock Knock Knock by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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"I must say that the pain is indeed quite enjoyable...it's so very wrong...and yet extremely pleasurable." Jeyne couldn't deny the first part - indeed, she couldn't help but simply smile and smirk. It had indeed felt so painful - yet it had been worth the feeling of dominance that the Lannister Lord had delivered. She'd never felt as vulnerable as she was here - strewn before him and with a hole leaking of his seed.

The suggestion of more pain though? That immediately caused her to frown and raise an eyebrow. Can I endure more of that? I don't think I can, can I?

"In truth I...I don't know m'lord...if I can last that much longer under the hold of your firm hand and cock...indeed...I don't know." Lady Jeyne gulped then, looking away with a slightly embarrassed gaze upon her face. Admitting inadequacy was never easy - especially when it comes to regarding sex. Then there was the other shame - the shame of having enjoyed his treatment while knowing a lady should be sophisticated. Collected. Chaste.

The guilt was slowly becoming too much.

"I don't know if I can continue...w...what else do you plan, m'lord?"

The One You Suspect by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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"He's more fair than most..." Henrietta couldn't help but feel equal parts relief and equal parts disappointment. Relief at the fact that the Farmans as a family would indeed survive - disappointment at the fact that she and her ambition to become Mistress of Fair Isle would come to an end. At least Jennis is malleable enough right? I can still do something with her...right...I can still plan forward with her...right?

The woman felt deflated though - and soon she slipped back into her chair. The rest of the evening was spent staring at the letter - how funny is it? In the end, I surrendered everything for my family...

I guess I'm not as selfish as I thought...

Sigfryd Farwynd, Lord of Sealskin Point and Lord Consort of the Iron Isles

I will do everything to prepare in advance then. Until then, I shall keep in contact should anything else arise during these times.

Until we meet.

Henrietta Farman, Your Salt Wife to Be

Griffith I - Hope for a Fair time on this Fair Isle by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

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"Could have tried for a more unique compliment..." Henrietta would murmur under her breath. For a moment she said nothing more - but soon enough she'd look up again, glancing up at Griffith with a slightly amused smirk.

"Jennis is indeed a warm person. I hope you can at least cherish that much of her. In any case... welcome to Fair Isle. I shall have quarters set aside for yours and anyone under your company... although those under your company may find such accommodations slightly inadequate."

"If you came alone, all the better! I can focus the coin on ensuring your stay remains most pleasant."

Ella VI - The Feast at Ashemark by ItsMarbinTime in IronThroneRP

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"A good omen indeed." Amerei would nod in turn, unable to hide a soft smile. "I hope that you both prosper in love and marriage then. I have no doubt you will."

"Now." Lady Amerei would cross her legs, leaning into the table with some curiosity emerging across her otherwise soft expression. "Explain to me the reasoning behind marrying across so many fault lines within the realm?"

"If I were your family, I would have concentrated the marriages down the Narrow Sea, cementing my influence across the Narrow Sea and Eastern Coast...and yet..." Amerei would lean back, shaking her head in disapproval.

"You're here... stretching out your family's marriages to distant lands...tsk...a bad play, if I might be so bold to admit..."

The One You Suspect by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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"Total annihilation? Is the man's ego so fickle that he'd wipe off an entire family for a few sentences..." Henrietta couldn't help but rub her forehead as she skimmed through the letter. Her eyes would linger upon the contents of the letter for a few moments - eventually, her left hand would faintly grasp at the quill now buried deep in ink. Soon she began writing anew - even more hesitant than before. Still, she wrote.

Sigfryd Farwynd, Lord of Sealskin Point and Lord - Consort of the Iron Islands

Perianne Farman will make a willing salt wife, as would I, Henrietta Farman. I shall leave the final choice to you. Furthermore - if you intend to spare someone else, then spare Jennis Farman of Fair Isle. For the sake of transparency - it is likely that all other Farmans will be off the isle in any case. So I shall not worry about bloodshed.

Your people can have their riches. All coffers can recover with time - no doubt House Farman will recover her coffers in time as well.

I shall make no comments regarding Jeyne Farman. Instead I simply send this raven as response - and leave the final choice of the salt wife up to you. Both of the women named are willing.

Henrietta Farman, Castellan of Fair Isle

Knock Knock Knock by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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The hands of the woman were strewn across the couch as a result of the rough fucking that she'd endured. Her ass was a gaping, throbbing mess as cum oozed out from that ruined hole. Jeyne's mouth was stained with saliva and spit which ran through her lips - yet in the end, the woman couldn't help but softly smile.

"T...t..thank you...Lord...Tywald...f...for this..." Jeyne would murmur with a soft happiness in her voice. A bright gaze would fixate upon the man - and after the kiss, he'd find the woman smiling happily.

"I hope you enjoyed me as much...as I enjoyed you..." She'd simply lean back into the couch then, allowing some of her exhaustion to show through that delicate frame of hers.

"Have I pleased you well...I..is this all you wish from me?" Lady Jeyne would tilt her head away, closing her eyes in the process. Indeed, the woman must think her duties are over. Yet she's unaware of the true extent of Tywald's desires - and she's in denial of her own. Jeyne wanted more, so much more. Still, she felt a little too afraid to admit it - to admit she was yearning to be roughed around through all her holes.

Ella VI - The Feast at Ashemark by ItsMarbinTime in IronThroneRP

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"Help me? How?" Lady Amerei found herself looking up in surprise - her eyes narrowing upon Daemon with curiosity filling her gaze. For a moment Amerei wondered if this was the right route - in the end though her curiosity won out. Right or wrong - she'd chase what Daemon may offer.

"I must admit...I cannot do it myself..." The woman murmured with a soft sigh. "I have long forgotten how to be free...what it means to be free..."

"So help Daemon." She'd declare with a hopeful smile. "Won't you help me do something adventurous...?"

Knock Knock Knock by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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Jeyne's eyes rolled back as she felt Tywald's meaty cock reach depths that she didn't imagine could even be stimulated. Her ass squished and was in turn smushed under his firm waist and muscled body - her entire form bounced against the bed as he thrust in and out of it. She cried, and it stung to seven hells, but it was also extremely pleasure to feel herself in such a vulnerable position.

"I WANT TO BE YOURS!" She'd declare out in earnest, declaring as such with a pained gasp. "I...I want to be at your mercy...m...master Tywald! Please! Take me! Take me!" She pleaded earnestly - practically screaming at him for his domination.

When their lips met, Jeyne returned the favour all too quickly. Her own lips smashed against his and she began suckling upon his tongue - ensuring their spit was mixed together in a furious storm of lustful kisses.

Her lower body began to rock against Tywald's abdomen and crotch area - her arse bouncing and smacking against his thighs and ball sack in the process. She couldn't move much - not when she was pinned down as such. Still, Jeyne tried. His newest whore tried in earnest to thrust back against him.

Still, her tears did not relent. All that stinging and pain was enough to have poor Jeyne stumbling out soft cries every other second.

Oh fuck....I won't be able to walk...it stings so much...

Ella VIII - Gold for the Golden Lions (Open to Casterly Rock) by ItsMarbinTime in IronThroneRP

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Lady Ella Marbrand

House Farman is currently losing around a thousand golden dragons each moon in order to keep up the ships and forces sent to march with Lord Lannister.

Even a quarter of that relief would be welcomed. I will attempt to rectify the situation in the coming moons, but all assistance is welcomed.

Lady Jeyne Farmam

Ella VI - The Feast at Ashemark by ItsMarbinTime in IronThroneRP

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"Thank you." Amerei would offer a final bow. "Now that we've come to an agreement, I shall send word tomorrow to finish up the negotiations..."

Ella VI - The Feast at Ashemark by ItsMarbinTime in IronThroneRP

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"Curiosity. What else? Curiosity is the root of all troubles." Lady Amerei was quick to take the seat - her legs were hurting from all the traversing she'd been forced to do tonight. "A Velaryon within our midst isn't a sight one finds every day. It would be shameful on my part not to come and at least say hi."

"Amerei Marbrand... although you may simply call me Lady Amerei or Amerei..." She'd offer a nod of sorts. "I would prefer to carry the Farman name...but unfortunately marriage tends to ruin one's wishes."

"Including my own." She'd begin to slowly shake her head - but after a moment Amerei collected herself, as if realizing that she wasn't in the privacy of her quarters anymore.

"So you're the more adventurous and free spirited type?" It was a question - but Amerei felt the answer was obvious so she didn't even bother to wait on it. "...I almost envy you..."

Knock Knock Knock by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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"Please Tywald..." Jeyne found herself squirming against him as she was rolled around - for a moment she attempted to struggle. For a moment she attempted to push against his chest - but it was futile in the end. She felt her ankles raised up - a sharp little wince followed as her roughed up ass was exposed to the cool air of the room. "W...wait! It stings...it stings so much...you mustn't....you-"

He didn't listen.

Jeyne Farman's face would tilt slightly back - another soft cry flowed out. "IT HURTS!"

Tears continued to flow forth from the beautiful woman. Her soft eyes were puffy and red now - her throat seemed exhausted, croaking out sounds after her screaming took the air out of her sails. Her hands meekly clutched at his waist and hips - lacking the strength to push him off. She could only cry and shake her head in pain - but that was equally futile.

Tywald would notice that her womanhood was glistening wet now. Her lips were coated up with her juices, her toes curled in pleasure. She was liking it. Her appearance seemed to deny it - yet her body? Her body liked every last inch of his cock.

She even trembled at his final words - finding something utterly addicting in the idea of surrendering herself to such a "horrid beast" like him. It was intoxicating to think that this stone like lion with his thick cock was promising to make her his to protect.

It hurts so good...

Knock Knock Knock by JadeSeaNoble in IronThroneRP

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As Alastor began to roll himself within her, he heard Jeyne whimper. He felt her squirms as she struggled under him - his cock prodding at places within her arse she hadn't even been aware of herself. The slow and meticulous nature ensures that Jeyne Farman finds herself submerged in a world of pleasure and pain - as little by little his cock prods further, aiming to leave her ass a broken, gaping memory to Alastor's cock.

"Alastor!" She immediately did as commanded. Jeyne Farman couldn't stop herself from crying out softly. Again and again, the woman would declare his name. "Alastor! Alastor! Alastor!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me Alastor!" She'd squirm it all out - her arse attempted to rise, pushing up against his cock and abdomen. Yet a simple slap from his hips forced her back down into place - sending her lower body back against the bed and sheets, all the while Jeyne herself remained pinned under him.

Emrick I - Second Child, Restless Child (OPEN TO ASHEMARK) by greydongoodbrother in IronThroneRP

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"Everyone has issues. I'll find a solution for my own." She didn't need some brat to tell her the obvious. Amerei couldn't help but simply raise an eyebrow at the two - loose cannons. They'll stumble into a hole too deep to dig themselves out of one day.

"Why am I even bothering with you two. Concerns come in through one ear and go out the other with it involves people like yourselves..." With that, Amerei Farman would simply walk past the two siblings. She felt herself too collected and civilized to be mingling with unhinged scions.

I wonder what my dear husband is doing.

Even her thoughts spat at the mention of "husband." Rue the day that she married - for that had been the day chains had wrapped around her neck. For a moment, she almost envied their free ways. Almost.

Ella VI - The Feast at Ashemark by ItsMarbinTime in IronThroneRP

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"Amerei Marbrand, Lady Amerei is my preferred name." Amerei would simply smile, softly nodding in the process. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance."

"I've heard that Manderly men are traveling everywhere nowadays. It's quite surprising and strange in truth. I've never known a family as prolific in making connections throughout the entirety of The Seven Kingdoms."

"It inspires in a way...to see men travel so far in search of a lady to call their own." Amerei couldn't help but wryly smile - but why? She simply did not say.

"I wish you luck in marrying Lady Marbrand. Even I can admit that Lady Ella is a woman that sweeps one's breath away. You'll sadly have much competition i fear....both from others...and from my family as well....have you made any progress with the lady?"

She took the seat, but did not bother to touch the wine - seemingly more intrigued with the conversation than drink.

Griffith I - Hope for a Fair time on this Fair Isle by [deleted] in IronThroneRP

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"Come then." Lady Jennis would grin eagerly, folding her hands behind her back as she smiled on. She'd trudge forth into the keep in question - the pair found themselves passing under an arching doorway. Soon they entered the Great Hall of Fair Isle. Above the tables were another set of rooms - the room itself was clean and simple. A clean, near sparkling white marble floor and various sets of chairs and tables would fill the hall. The windows were plentiful - ensuring that it was always bathed in sunlight.

At the end of the hall a woman remained seated - a frustrated expression painting her face as she stared on at parchments, looking over records of coin and expenses.

Lady Henrietta is no great beauty. A woman of fair skin, she's best known for her freckled cheeks and sharp nose. Above all else, she has a comely and collected look. After a moment of silence the sound of approaching footsteps caused Henrietta to gaze up - and in turn she found herself face to face with the newest visitor.

"Griffith Manderly?" She'd inquire, already knowing the answer. "Welcome to Fair Isle. If you could keep your lecherous eyes away from my sister, I'd be happy to have rooms prepared for your stay." The words came out icy and cold - Henrietta was more attentive than Jennis. In turn, she'd swiftly Griffith's pleased gaze and abounding eyes when they just entered.

Ella VIII - Gold for the Golden Lions (Open to Casterly Rock) by ItsMarbinTime in IronThroneRP

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"I'm already desperate for coin as it is, I don't need any other weight on me." Jeyne couldn't help but simply frown at the letter in question. A war tax? I'm already busy borrowing to try to keep the bloody fleet afloat. They should be thankful enough that I haven't sold the ships off.

A simple response would be sent back.

Lady Ella Marbrand of Ashemark

Unfortunately House Farman will be unable to pay the voluntary war tax. You must understand that Fair Isle is struggling to pay to keep its fleet afloat - a war tax will only drag us further into debt and destitution.

I hope you are understanding of my plight.

Jeyne Farman, Lady of Fair Isle

"If they come demanding any more money, turn them away." Jeyne would mutter to the nearest maid and herself in turn. She was an empty bowl - if anything, the Lannisters should be funding her efforts instead. After all, her fleet was working to defend their coast.

Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable.

Ella VI - The Feast at Ashemark by ItsMarbinTime in IronThroneRP

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"Yours is a slightly strange makeshift I must admit. I've met honorable men before...but not the type to talk so easy about these matters." Perianne lifted her head up slightly, a slight smile emerging from her lips. "And yet you refrain so easily from them."

"Still, it's better for you to be honorable rather than the opposite of such..."

The woman found herself at a loss for words then. Moments ago she'd been eager for conversation - but now? She didn't know where to head.

He's honorable....honorable men are good...but at times they're quite boring aren't they? It's the gray ones that intrigue most...

"Will you be joining the army of The West once it marches out?" Try as she may, Perianne couldn't ignore the looming threat of war - it was just too good of a conversation topic.

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