She didn't want to consider the Iron Throne. Once it had been something precious to her, something that she wanted and schemed for. She had Loras had angled for marriage to a Baratheon, but when that failed, she had turned instead of the Lannisters. Had she thought more clearly, it was possible she could have wed into the Stark family and helped them claim King's Landing. With the right resources and army, any man could be king (and any man tried to be.) However, she could at least be grateful now that she hadn't turned that way. Without wedding a Lannister, she would never have ended in the Sept and never would have been brought to Winterfell. She would not be in Jon's arms now or sharing a bed with him. Perhaps for the first time since waking, she could see the grace of the gods and a light piercing through the darkness. She had been drowning in her grief, submerged beneath the ice in her heart. Through Jon, she was able to pull to the surface and breathe again. He made her struggling worth all that she endured.
Her hand could at least intensify her desires, but it would never satisfy. The ways his eyes held on her made it more than clear. Even the simple caress of his gaze was enough to bring her to the dizzying heights of lust. She was hungry for him and her fingers, while gentle and teasing, couldn't compare. She was struggling as well. Her body screamed for her to pull her hands away and mount him, riding him as fiercely as the wind rattled against the shutters. She wanted to lose her breath in him and to draw him into the depths of her lust. "We share similar ideas." She whispered, more than confident in that.
Her wrists were held tightly by him, doing more to stoke her desire than her own teasing. She smiled, giving a whimper as his lips connected to her palms. "I think I prefer your hands to chains and manacles." They were soft and warm. She was safe in his grasp, even when the ferocity of their passions raised its head. She didn't doubt that he would protect her from those that schemed against her, but her own state was less her concern. She needed to keep him safe from the rumors that her presence could create. "I would never act against you or harm you. It would be like harming myself. You are a part of me."
It hadn't occurred to her that he might know the Tarleys. There had been some rumblings about Randall Tarley passing over his oldest as heir, as well as him being sent to the Wall, but there was little else beyond that. Other matters had occupied her family and she hadn't thought much of her father's bannermen. "If we supplant his father, perhaps Samwell would take his father's seat instead?" They would need someone loyal to them and capable. "Are you certain you should separate from your men so soon?" It needed to be asked, though she had little intention of him remaining behind. If she went to High Garden, she wanted him with her. They had promised to stay together."
It should frighten her how much she wanted Cersei to suffer. She had never been a vengeful or cruel woman, but "Queen" had taken everything from her. Her family, her home, all of it had been destroyed by Cersei. It didn't take much to suspect that Cersei would take more, if she was given the chance. The people of King's Landing meant little to her, she only wanted power.
This wasn't something she did often. It opened up a level of vulnerability and submission that she did not intend to give other men. Jon was different. She craved him, to taste him and please him. Her lips encompassed him fully, drawing his cock further into her mouth. Her tongue traced over him, feeling the hard ridges and the hint of her juices still on his skin. She gripped tightly to his hips, holding him steady and he was pressed fully inside. She could feel him at the back of her throat, her nose brushing against her abdomen. She would need to pull away soon, if only so that she might have his cock inside her once more. This was only furthering her anticipation and hunger.
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Date: 2017-01-13 10:37 pm (UTC)Her hand could at least intensify her desires, but it would never satisfy. The ways his eyes held on her made it more than clear. Even the simple caress of his gaze was enough to bring her to the dizzying heights of lust. She was hungry for him and her fingers, while gentle and teasing, couldn't compare. She was struggling as well. Her body screamed for her to pull her hands away and mount him, riding him as fiercely as the wind rattled against the shutters. She wanted to lose her breath in him and to draw him into the depths of her lust. "We share similar ideas." She whispered, more than confident in that.
Her wrists were held tightly by him, doing more to stoke her desire than her own teasing. She smiled, giving a whimper as his lips connected to her palms. "I think I prefer your hands to chains and manacles." They were soft and warm. She was safe in his grasp, even when the ferocity of their passions raised its head. She didn't doubt that he would protect her from those that schemed against her, but her own state was less her concern. She needed to keep him safe from the rumors that her presence could create. "I would never act against you or harm you. It would be like harming myself. You are a part of me."
It hadn't occurred to her that he might know the Tarleys. There had been some rumblings about Randall Tarley passing over his oldest as heir, as well as him being sent to the Wall, but there was little else beyond that. Other matters had occupied her family and she hadn't thought much of her father's bannermen. "If we supplant his father, perhaps Samwell would take his father's seat instead?" They would need someone loyal to them and capable. "Are you certain you should separate from your men so soon?" It needed to be asked, though she had little intention of him remaining behind. If she went to High Garden, she wanted him with her. They had promised to stay together."
It should frighten her how much she wanted Cersei to suffer. She had never been a vengeful or cruel woman, but "Queen" had taken everything from her. Her family, her home, all of it had been destroyed by Cersei. It didn't take much to suspect that Cersei would take more, if she was given the chance. The people of King's Landing meant little to her, she only wanted power.
This wasn't something she did often. It opened up a level of vulnerability and submission that she did not intend to give other men. Jon was different. She craved him, to taste him and please him. Her lips encompassed him fully, drawing his cock further into her mouth. Her tongue traced over him, feeling the hard ridges and the hint of her juices still on his skin. She gripped tightly to his hips, holding him steady and he was pressed fully inside. She could feel him at the back of her throat, her nose brushing against her abdomen. She would need to pull away soon, if only so that she might have his cock inside her once more. This was only furthering her anticipation and hunger.