It never truly occurred to her, but there was a measure of truth to it. Had the Tyrells chosen the Starks over the Lannisters, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be in bed with Robb and be called his wife. The Sept never would have served as her family's tomb, Jon would not be king, and this connection between them would never have been discovered. She knew little about Robb or what sort of man he was, only the rumors that were spoken and the reputation that proceeded him. He was said to be honorable like his father and a capable commander. Beyond that, there were only the tales that Sansa later shared. It had been obvious then how much the young girl loved her family, though tragic now, as Jon was hardly mentioned. How he must have felt to be in his brother's shadow, a bastard and a second son. Suddenly he was in Robb's place, wearing Robb's crown and assuming Robb's title. It pained her to imagine what guilt that might cause Jon. He was just as loyal as any Stark, but received little gratitude for it.
She couldn't wash away the loneliness of his past, but she could ensure that his future was filled with warmth, love and passion. Beyond the hunger, she could complete him and join with him in ways reaching beyond the physical. Just as he melded with the emptiness in her, she knew she could do the same for him. He deserved nothing less than that, and so long as she provided him that link, she would offer it to him completely. That was her purpose now, no longer ambition and calculations, but to give herself completely to the man she was always destined to be with. "Whatever may have happened in the past, it lead us to this moment. I don't wish to ever feel guilt over it. How can I when I have been given you?"
She gave a small growl, matching the fierceness of his grin. Her eyes glimmered with heat, stoked back to life like a dying fire. She nipped at him in return, they were playing like wolves, biting and growling at one another. It was leading up to a coupling that she knew would transcend all the rest. Her body pressed to his, letting him feel the heat of her sex wafting towards him, even as her hand increased in speed. She was pumping him, matching the rhythm of her quickened heartbeat. "Are your hands even capable of being preoccupied by other things? Mine seem unable to do anything but touch you." There was so much of him to explore. Her fingers were drawn to him, all the places that she had kissed and bitten now had to be caressed and memorized.
She knew little about Samwell, but she knew much about men. The rules and vows of the Night's Watch were stifling. How could anyone enjoy the idea of forced celibacy or the inability to uphold their family's legacy. No matter the family they came from, they were all bred with a certain level of pride and loyalty to their houses. A simple oath to surrender their claims would not be enough to remove the years and teachings of their house. Jon was the perfect example of that. When the Starks and Winterfell needed him, he abandoned his place as Lord Commander and returned to the place he called home. She had little doubt Samwell would be the same. "If he does assume leadership, I will surrender High Garden to his care. Better it be with a good man than the Lannisters." She had no intention of returning to the ghosts of her past or the ever present reminder of her loss. "My place is here with you."
She could only manage so much more of this, offering him the complete sensation of her lips around him and her tongue swirling about his length. The taste of him, the feel of his rigid length, it only fanned the flames inside her, causing her to ache for him to be pressed within her again. She was ravenous for him, shaking even as her head bobbed steadily, hitting the tip of his cock against the back of her throat. She moaned, the vibrations of her lips throbbing against him. Finally, she broke away and crawled over him, settling against his hips astride, pressing herself firmly against him. "I need you." She whispered harshly. "I need to ride you."
Without any fanfare and in one deft motion, she pushed him against her entrance and slid herself down his length until he was firmly encased by her walls. The sensation was just as overwhelming as before, drawing out a breathless cry as her body's craving was finally sated...at least temporarily. Once more, she felt completed and safe, joined with her other half and ready to chase that burning passion with reckless abandon. "I can't get enough of you."
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Date: 2017-01-21 11:32 pm (UTC)She couldn't wash away the loneliness of his past, but she could ensure that his future was filled with warmth, love and passion. Beyond the hunger, she could complete him and join with him in ways reaching beyond the physical. Just as he melded with the emptiness in her, she knew she could do the same for him. He deserved nothing less than that, and so long as she provided him that link, she would offer it to him completely. That was her purpose now, no longer ambition and calculations, but to give herself completely to the man she was always destined to be with. "Whatever may have happened in the past, it lead us to this moment. I don't wish to ever feel guilt over it. How can I when I have been given you?"
She gave a small growl, matching the fierceness of his grin. Her eyes glimmered with heat, stoked back to life like a dying fire. She nipped at him in return, they were playing like wolves, biting and growling at one another. It was leading up to a coupling that she knew would transcend all the rest. Her body pressed to his, letting him feel the heat of her sex wafting towards him, even as her hand increased in speed. She was pumping him, matching the rhythm of her quickened heartbeat. "Are your hands even capable of being preoccupied by other things? Mine seem unable to do anything but touch you." There was so much of him to explore. Her fingers were drawn to him, all the places that she had kissed and bitten now had to be caressed and memorized.
She knew little about Samwell, but she knew much about men. The rules and vows of the Night's Watch were stifling. How could anyone enjoy the idea of forced celibacy or the inability to uphold their family's legacy. No matter the family they came from, they were all bred with a certain level of pride and loyalty to their houses. A simple oath to surrender their claims would not be enough to remove the years and teachings of their house. Jon was the perfect example of that. When the Starks and Winterfell needed him, he abandoned his place as Lord Commander and returned to the place he called home. She had little doubt Samwell would be the same. "If he does assume leadership, I will surrender High Garden to his care. Better it be with a good man than the Lannisters." She had no intention of returning to the ghosts of her past or the ever present reminder of her loss. "My place is here with you."
She could only manage so much more of this, offering him the complete sensation of her lips around him and her tongue swirling about his length. The taste of him, the feel of his rigid length, it only fanned the flames inside her, causing her to ache for him to be pressed within her again. She was ravenous for him, shaking even as her head bobbed steadily, hitting the tip of his cock against the back of her throat. She moaned, the vibrations of her lips throbbing against him. Finally, she broke away and crawled over him, settling against his hips astride, pressing herself firmly against him. "I need you." She whispered harshly. "I need to ride you."
Without any fanfare and in one deft motion, she pushed him against her entrance and slid herself down his length until he was firmly encased by her walls. The sensation was just as overwhelming as before, drawing out a breathless cry as her body's craving was finally sated...at least temporarily. Once more, she felt completed and safe, joined with her other half and ready to chase that burning passion with reckless abandon. "I can't get enough of you."