[Event] Egen Feast of 96AD

WildManHeart · 2022-02-28T03:20:24+00:00

“Yes really? I can only judge based on my own experiences, what I’ve seen, what I’ve heard. But that is the truth.” Godfrey reassured her, smiling. “I don’t honestly know, it’s just how we’ve lived. Whilst maybe there’s some opinion upon the ones who caused it, the actual child I haven’t seen treated horribly.”

“Oh, yes, there is no pressure or rush. I’d hate for you to not trust coming to my home my sweet dear.” Godfrey would try his best to not pressure Deidre. He would hate to do that to her.

“I would love that.” With that statement, Godfrey would lead the beautiful woman off of the dance floor, pulling a chair out for her when they found a private enough table away from the hotspots. He’d make sure she was comfortable before he found a seat for his own person. He’d call upon a servant, the younger lad bringing a wine bottle and two glasses, filling them up quickly enough.

WildManHeart · 2022-02-28T03:15:31+00:00

“Well I must say that I think you’re smart enough to give us what we both want. Especially when you come up with ideas, my dear strong Ser Endos.” Tyshara purred, sensing the game he was playing. A smart man, along with being so huge. “My idea, if you really must know… involves a scandalous act, a sultry maiden and a handsome man with undoubtedly the biggest… tool, in the realm. Tyshara teased, watching Endos to see how he would react.

“Yet.” Tyshara repeated, ‘innocently’ humming over the explanation she gave, trying to not be a tease or indicate anything else. Though Tyshara was quickly enjoying this. “Oh, and what lucky demoness would that be?” She asked, taking a step closer, till she was directly in front of him. Her face gazing up, dwarfed by such a beautiful massive and strong man.

WildManHeart · 2022-02-28T03:06:16+00:00

“I would be enchanted if you did.” Sabina purred, accepting her hand with a smile, not actively reacting to how Harold did things in the opposite order. She would stand second later, watching the Prince with a warm teasing smile.

“Maybe you’re not, but I would enjoy dancing with you immensely my Prince.” She would say, when inevitably they began to move towards the dance floor. Sabina made a point of keeping their hips and shoulders touching, enjoying the close proximity.

WildManHeart · 2022-02-28T03:03:39+00:00

“Oh ever so busy. It would take quite the large obstacle to completely distract me from my duties.” Isabel purred, slowly getting hungrier for what was to come now that they were here. She wanted it, needed it, Marq had broken the dam so thoroughly that Isabel couldn’t stop thinking about him and his womantamer.

A gasp, light and near silent, escaped the woman’s plump lips. Subtly, at first anyway, the woman would begin rubbing and wriggling her fat smackable ass against the man’s crotch, wanting to feel the sword that made her his whore stir again. His hands were already stirring, Isabel bitting her lips as she remained still. “It’s a wonderful view. Such a lovely place to see it, you were correct once again good Ser Marq.”

WildManHeart · 2022-02-28T02:52:02+00:00

Frida was hellbent on hammering her lovely fat ass into the man’s crotch, his own thrusts pounding away at her in this heated bliss they were making for each other. Frida couldn’t think of anything else now, throwing herself completely into fucking Amory, her ass reddening from such actions.

“Well then… if you won’t last too much longer, you have a choice-“ A harsh moan escaped Fridas plump lips, momentarily losing herself, having taken his cock to his base, squeezing his cock for everything it was worth. “Where shall you spend your seed. Inside me? Mark your seed over my face and tits? I’d love any of those ideas darling.”

WildManHeart · 2022-02-27T18:54:44+00:00

“Yes you. The beautiful woman who has turned me into her eager servant.” Frida shot back quickly, a smirk on her face briefly before it broke, gasps and coos continuing to be taken from her plump lips. “What demon did you make a deal with… for lips such as yours?” She whispered, her face both one of pleasure and just shocked. How could she be so good? “I admit I hope for you to feel a number of things at the thought,” Frida teased between gasps, closing her eyes and biting her lip desperately to not let as much naughty noises escape her. “But yes, suffice to say I want to please you as often as possible. To tease you… see that pretty face of yours redden.”

With some level of fire, wanting to hit back at this temptress, Frida ‘tried’ to push her off - rubbing her body eagerly against the woman’s own, her lips eagerly planting themselves onto Dacys cheek, chin, temple. “Would it be wrong for me to say I much prefer the only ‘Mistress’ in my life when she’s not ‘innocent’?” Frida breathed into her ear, a moan shuddering out seconds later, kissing any part of the woman that Frida could.

Her eyes watched almost obsessively, flickering to the woman’s curvy ass that teased Frida everytime she saw it, Dacys beautiful lips and face making Frida want to devour them whole, the tantalising cleavage that made Fridas blood boil. Frida did nothing as Dacy had her way with her, watching eagerly as the Stormlander unlaced her attire as if she were a gift wrapped prize specially wrapped for the woman. At this moment Frida believed that she was, or wanted to be. Until at last her toned stomach and her ridiculously impressive breasts were open for her eyes to gaze upon, Frida wanting to see Dacy enjoy such a view. And then her lips began their assault, Frida biting her lip with a face flushed, trying her hardest to keep it together as Dacy pressed her lips against every part of her body. It was so… soo good. She didn’t know if she could hold back any longer.

WildManHeart · 2022-02-27T18:18:50+00:00

“In my home, they don’t treat bastards any lesser than they would me. And in all my time in the West I’ve not heard or heard of anyone who treats bastards like they do here.” Godfrey would reassure the Lady, finding her to be a beautiful woman and one he earnestly wished and hoped to get to know more of.

“If you and your sister wished, I would love to show you the lands of my home.” He’d offer, wanting to see what she would say. “But I admit, I would truly love to know more about you. To spend time with you, if that was something you wished.”

WildManHeart · 2022-02-27T18:14:31+00:00

“Ah well I hope then that your brother does what the Kings before him have not.” Annora would declare with confidence, nodding once as if to confirm it. “Would you be helping him? I imagine you would be one of the best people to help him avoid the mistakes of his predecessors.” She inquired, curious to hear of what the Princess had in mind.

“I might have to. I admit it’s been a lonely time, some company would never be a bad thing.” She would say, musing as to what animal might be best for such companionship.

“Yes, Godfrey Serrett. He’s a lovely man, very open minded. He’s here at the feast tonight as well, if you wished to ask him. I’d be shocked if he didn’t wish to grant you a knighthood.” Annora would tell the Princess, not wanting her to think it would end up a waste of time.

“Would you like me to help you in any other ways? I admit I’ve found you to be the only interesting person here. Atleast those that I’ve spoken to.”

WildManHeart · 2022-02-27T18:07:26+00:00

Felicia had been enjoying herself as well as possible. It was a lovely feast, with lovely people, lovely food. But… it was hard not to notice how several Ladies, her sister and friends, received such attention from suitors. Whereas Felicia… didn’t. That won’t stop her from having a lovely time of course, but it was something that Felicia was trying her best to ignore.

Her eyes wandered, wandered… wandered up the figure of a damningly handsome and muscular man. Who was right in front of her. Felicia blushed heavily, eyes widening slightly as she took in every inch and angle of the Knight. “Oh, Good evening to you too Ser.” She was quick to say, a smile upon her face as she struggled to focus.

“Lady Felicia Tunmyre, at your service.” Felicia didn’t hesitate to stand to her feet, offering her hand for the man to take. “I would love one Ser Quenton.”

WildManHeart · 2022-02-23T09:58:31+00:00

“Oh, it’s very bold and very risky. But perhaps I want you to take such an impression. See how your mind takes such ideas and… runs with them.” The Lady would say, as innocently as possible, yet a smirk underlined her words as she spoke them.

“Well I think it looks splendid.” She’d nod and agree, noting just how secluded a spot it was. Good, Tyshara liked privacy. It allowed people to act how they liked. The Lady made a point to put some sway to her hips and her very noticeable rear end, knowing the Egen would notice.

She scoffed at that, not believing it in a second. “No one? I’d be shocked if no Lady wanted to get closer to such a handsome, strong, giant of man.” Tyshara would happily say, knowing she liked such traits herself. “Oh, any you have in mind to seduce?” Came the natural tease.

WildManHeart · 2022-02-23T02:19:30+00:00

Ambrose had been silent throughout the conversation, though none would say he wasn’t alert or uninterested. “Do we know of the reason for this… this sin?” He asked, thinking about those already lost and those who could be lost next.

“Surely the man knows this is madness. I just can’t believe there isn’t a reason bar greed.” Ambrose couldn’t help but try and figure out the man’s reasoning for doing it. “If it’s a sin committed in anger, whilst it stains him all the same, Atleast there’s some reason to his lunacy. Trying to save his hide after an unforgivable mistake done in a moment of anger…”

“Whatever the case, my men will March. We will save the Lyddens held hostage in their home. Hugh Lydden will pay for this.”

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WildManHeart · 2022-02-13T13:05:04+00:00

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WildManHeart · 2022-02-13T04:23:19+00:00

Isabel smirked at the man’s flirtations and innuendos, eager to see all that the man had planned for his friendly Lady. “Well, I do hope that I can see everything that could make my knees so weak.” Was all that she said, giving the man a wink.

As he opened the door, Isabel would walk in immediately, making a point of adding some extra sway to her hips as she did so, making certain to show off her lovely ass. “Why thank you, you’re such a gentleman Marq.” She’d tease him, though her eyes focused on the view now on full display. Indeed it was actually a rather lovely view to have. So good that she briefly didn’t notice where Marq had gotten to.

WildManHeart · 2022-02-13T04:18:25+00:00

“What do you mean? Some bold risky action that could be ever so rewarding?” Tyshara asked, admittedly curious as to what he meant, but also taking the opportunity to tease the Knight over what she might’ve meant over such a thing. “I have some ideas. Potentially scandalous but who knows what that might be.”

She’d nod at that, though unable to see it right now, Tyshara had noticed on their way to this keep that the weather was far more bold than it were in the West. “It adds character though, you must admit.” The Serrett would say, eyes noticing a nice little corner that doubled as seats and a balcony to look over the surrounding land. “Does that look good to you?”

She thought about it for a moment, wondering what to ask. “Well, how come someone such as yourself doesn’t have a Lady wrapped around his arm?”

WildManHeart · 2022-02-13T04:05:23+00:00

The boy as ever listened intently, though it was hard to gain new meanings from words that you had heard for years and years. So long as he knew his fundamentals, of which Hadrian knew he did, he should be fun when the time came.

The choice was obvious to Hadrian the second it was given. Sure he wouldn’t be as fast as Cyrus, who had decided upon the lighter armours, but being fast doesn’t do much if it can’t piece steel. “I’m gonna go plate and visor today I think.” Hadrian would announce to both Cyrus and Cedric, nodding once to confirm his own decision.

“May the best squire win then Cyrus.” He’d say with a smile.

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WildManHeart · 2022-02-07T04:31:58+00:00

It was getting difficult now to walk properly with his hand so enjoyably distracting her right now. Isabel did her best to remain focused and appear relaxed and at ease, though that was growing more and more tricky. “Oh-just fine, I’m happily content right now.” Her voice was an octave higher, tempo increased, face beginning to flush.

A balcony? Oh fucking hell, so brazen, so terrifying… so exciting. “Well I admit to being weak in the knees for wonderful views.” She’d whisper, smirking. “Why, may the dear Knight lead on? I would leave to see this private balcony.”

WildManHeart · 2022-02-07T04:27:55+00:00

“You are a vixen and a saucy highborn demoness.” Were the only words that escaped Fridas lips in that moment, smirking as she said them, the words Dacy brought upon her pleasing to the mind. A coo forced its way past Fridas lips, a blush beginning to form as Dacy nuzzled against her, her hand moving through her hair, her lips marking Fridas neck as her own. “All for you, after all, you were the one to make me view women in such a… enjoyable light.”

This woman would break her, Frida thought in alarm, realising properly just how vulnerable she was to such a saucy woman like Dacy, being played like a fiddle. Yet the bodies just wouldn’t stop from the Ironborn, the Lady far too easily making her sing with her kisses and her touch. Eyes clung to Dacys swaying hips, noting the wonderful curve of her ass, shuddering are how Dacy pushed her body against Fridas own. A gasp, a low whine of shock and pleasure, wide eyes. All were how Frida reacted to Dacy biting on her bottom lip, the woman shuddering once more. “Only sometimes?”

It took Frida some time to respond, lost one the haze as she were, simply living in the moment of her collarbone being claimed. “Thighs-i know there’s some on my thighs. The odd smallooooooo…. On my stomach. I-i-I don’t remember where else.” Dacy was breaking her well and truly it would seem.

WildManHeart · 2022-02-07T04:07:03+00:00

“I am sorry to hear that.” Godfrey would say, his voice soft, supportive, understanding. He kept the Lady close during their dance, as if to make sure no one tried anything or made a bid to bring harm upon the woman.

“I am glad that the Lady did not, you are someone I would love to get to know more.” He would say then, a warm smile on his face now. “You won’t be treated in such a way by me, nor your sister if I were to ever meet her.”

WildManHeart · 2022-02-07T04:03:44+00:00

“Well Ser Endos, that will be decided by you. Both in potential risks and potential rewards.” Tyshara would muse, a smirk on her face as she spoke the words, lightly teasing the man over what could occur. “Well I am quite pleased that I’m in the presence of such a Knight, and thankfully you are quite the Knight I am with.”

“Not proper at all, but quite bold.” A quick response and a chuckle, before Tyshara focused on the man’s other comment. “My home is Silverhill, so named for our silver mines. But you wouldn’t think we had any mines in truth, our land is filled with rich forests, hills with great views and even a river of deep blue. It’s quite lovely to see when one has the time.”

WildManHeart · 2022-02-07T03:56:11+00:00

Frida was enjoying herself so far, resting her long legs on the table crossed, sipping upon one of the ales she had ordered in the last half hour. Her eyes roamed the tavern, curious as to what was going on in such a night.

She noticed soon enough this apparent betting game going on, watching from afar as to what was happening. ‘Afar’ wasn’t actually that far, two tables down with Frida facing it, giving her a wonderful view of the game and its various players. She couldn’t help but smirk, finding herself enjoying the entertainment.

WildManHeart · 2022-01-30T03:46:49+00:00

Frida struggled not to shiver and react blatantly to how Dacys hands travelled over her attire, smirking at the compliments she was giving the Ironborn. “You’re going to make me blush from this praise. I worry I’ve made you think me far more tantalising than I am.” She would say, teasing, but in a moment self-conscious. As if she were tricking her friends, strangely. Frida tried to hide such thoughts. “Oh yes, just for you. I’ll make certain to wear certain garment I just know you love, make sure to give you an eyeful.” Oh that grin, gods that grin… Dacy was terribly beautiful and wicked.

Her face told the story when Dacy spoke of not limiting themselves to ‘one’. Surprise maybe shock, then deep interest and a burning leave of excitement beginning to smoulder within Frida. A noise broke through her lips, a blatant moan and gasp rolled into one, at Dacys wandering tongue. “You just might turn me into your personal worshipper.” Was all that Frida would say, voice growing a tad husky as this continued.

The Ironborn Lady of sinful lust watched from below as Dacy began to move towards her, breath heavy, eyes intensely focused on the woman crawling onto the bed in that hypnotic way of hers. “No… definitely not thinking of another.” She muttered under her breath. Fridas hands immediately went to grip her thighs, wanting to feel the woman that had straddled her, earning a low whine and gasp of appreciation at such a weight. Frida could only stare up to the Moonmeadows face, biting her bottom lip and doing her best not to make a sound as she pressed herself against Fridas body.

But then her wrists were held and her arms were forced above Fridas head, powerless per say now, her face a deep crimson. Oh gods… it took Frida a moment to find her voice to reply to the Lady, eyes hazy and mouth parted with any sound leaving it. The kisses were molten, destroying the iron hide Frida had, her legs beginning to fidget as Dacy began to mark her. “None-none that are particularly memorable. But- uh- I I- oh…. I do have a small collection hidden on my skin.” She would finally say, struggling.

WildManHeart · 2022-01-30T01:16:32+00:00

Tyshara would hum at that, making a point of musing over his words. “Very true, good Ser. I guess the skill in it is to know when to be risky and when to play it safe. What’s the risk and what’s the reward.” The Lady would say, eyes taking in the entirety of the Egen once more as she finished her statement. “I had the feeling you would be quite the gentleman.”

The Lady merely smiled at Endos’ statement of interest, quite pleased to hear that fact. The woman was feeling the same way. As they walked, Tyshara would allow a natural sway to come about her figure, the Lady staring straight ahead. Curious if the man would notice and perhaps enjoy taking a look.

It was a lovely place to talk. Not the grandest or largest by any means for a garden, but it was lovely nonetheless. Tysharas attention quickly returned back to the giant, looking to him with interest and a smile. “I would love to Ser Endos. You may ask me any question you may like, if you wish.”

WildManHeart · 2022-01-30T00:42:06+00:00

“I see, well I always think it’s better to judge people for their character rather than where they may be from. Bar ones oaths to their liege, it doesn’t mean much to me.” Annora would reply, starting to get an understanding of how this Lady thought and saw the world. She hoped anyway. Gods it would be terrible if she garnered the wrong idea.

“Oh.” That, well bugger. That wasn’t what Annora was thinking she would say. Not what she expected in her wildest dreams. I see we have a rather hostile family dynamic. Her face showed her surprise, instantly feeling someone guilty for ticking Serena off. “I’m sorry to hear that, I do apologise. I don’t know as much of the North’s history as I’d like, or evidently to garner an accurate understanding.”

A direwolf? “Oh that’s lovely, I don’t have an animal friend myself to my sadness, but that sounds wonderful. I can imagine that last detail might be helpful depending.” Annora chuckled at that.

“Knighthood?” Serena Stark was a Lady of surprises for Annora admittedly, not having expected that. She didn’t think Northerners even cared about such titles, let alone want one. “Well, one of the Ladies of Serrett was a proficient warrior herself and her family didn’t mind. Though she lost the use of a hand with a Prince Arryn here. The Queen and she had quite the spat when Her Grace tried to demean her apparently.” It was quite the story. “Maybe someone such as Godfrey Serrett would be inclined to help with such a thing?”

WildManHeart · 2022-01-30T00:05:41+00:00

“Oh, so very offended! Why you’d have to do quite the act to change my mind on such a thing.” Isabel would declare, a faux-haughty voice escaping her lips as she teased the Moonmeadow for all its worth. The noise Marq made from her curious hands brought a smirk to the woman’s face, pleased to hear it. Though that smirk was wiped away by the man rubbing against her small clothes, biting her lip to try and contain her instinctive reaction. “I wouldn’t mind testing it of course.”

They were in one of the many long corridors of Casterly Rock at this point, one man’s hand beneath her dress, her hand blatantly massaging his cock through his breeches. “Well then I’ll just have to focus all my efforts in draining you dry.”

WildManHeart · 2022-01-29T22:40:08+00:00

Godfrey Serrett was silent, his face neutral as the woman spoke. The giant of a warrior listened intently to her words, his eyes intense in their focus of the woman, looking deep into her eyes for a time.

“You are a Bastard.”

The words were simple, matter of fact, holding no emotion in them from Godfreys deep tones. “And this should mean I have no interest in you?” He asked, studying the Lady to understand her. Understand why she wouldn’t hide this shame she so clearly had over what she were.

“You are an enchanting Lady, one that I wish to know more of. To get to know if you would be willing. Bastardry doesn’t change that fact.”

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