Mid-Fuck Thursday

[simplememes]

Are you tired of building up to the act? Do you sometimes wish for a chance to skip the conversation and go straight for the scenario you've always wanted to experience?

In that case, rejoice! This meme was made for you.

THE RULES:

1. Post with your character in the middle of having sex.
2. Any scenario and level of description is allowed!
3. Other characters reply as your character's partner in that fuck!
4. Keep going and finish the act.
5. Go for another round or have fun with cuddling and afterplay.
6. Have fun!

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[swingthesword]

[OOC: Lets! Let me know if this needs tweaking.]

Months had passed since she had vanished from King's Landing, and although every now and again travelers would reach Mole Town with stories of Margaery Tyrell being spotted everywhere from Dorne to Pentos, usually doing something thrillingly scandalous, most people simply assumed she was dead. It was a logical enough assumption these days, given all the fighting surrounding the iron throne.

The truth was far more mundane. More often than not, Margaery could now most often be found leaning over her modest stove. While it was true that cooking was not one of the woman's natural gifts, the truth was that she was learning and improving, at least as far as Jon's taste was concerned. Of course, he supposed, she could make more progress if he wasn't so constantly distracting her as he was now, having pulled up her skirts from behind while she was stirring a pot and slipping his cock into her.

Jon leaned in, running his lips along the side of Margaery's neck until he reached her ear. "You would be less tempting, my love, if I didn't know how you're always so ready for me..."

[thekittenqueen]

[ooc: Looks good!]

He told her the rumors each visit, as did the young girl that Margaery had hired to act as a maid and companion. The lady had been blinded after raiders had come to her village, attacking all they found. Always having a soft spot for the downtrodden, Margaery had taken her in and set her to work in helping keep the cottage. However, whenever Jon visited, Margaery sent the girl to Mole's Town for the evenings, giving her the time off. It was better that she not be here and see the Lord Commander, especially in the position he now had Margaery.

She held tightly to the stove, the pots she had assembled to cook with forgotten and tossed to the ground. She had not even had time to light the fire before Jon was upon her, inciting both her lust and hunger for him. They seemed near insatiable whenever he visited.

"That is because your visits are a sweet occurrence." He wasn't able to pull away from the Wall as often as she would like, making their reunions all the more passionate. "The house is always so messy when you come home." She whispered, pressing back against his hips in encouragement.

[swingthesword]

Jon had been hungry when he'd arrived, but the growl of his stomach had no chance competing against the gnawing need in his belly that only grew when he saw Margaery again. There were only so many hours during every visit that they had, and even without discussing the matter, she and Jon seemed in agreement to fill them with all the passion and love they could in order to tide each other over until the next time.

Margaery was hot and tight around him as his hips collided with her rear, and Jon groaned with every thrust.

He did, though, look at the scattered cooking vessels and chuckled. "And I suppose I'm not helping such matters at the moment. I just couldn't help myself, my love, I saw my most favorite treat and had to have it immediately."

[thekittenqueen]

She pushed back against his hips, forgetting the cold of the room as the fire died away, smoldering beneath the ashes. She forgot even that she had left meat out that would soon spoil. The only thoughts in her head were the ones brought on by his desperate thrusting and how warm he felt inside her.

She gasped, clutching the stove tightly as he drove deeper and further within. Barely a foot in the door and they were already rutting wildly.

"You are greedy," she teased him, leaning her head back against his shoulder. Her face upturned and inviting a kiss. "You have more wolf than man in you. At least I know that you make no secret visits to Mole's Town." She knew he didn't, but she teased him about it all the same.

[swingthesword]

As far as Jon was concerned, food could wait, and the fire could wait, and so could everything else in the world that wasn't Margaery and himself. His hunger was vast, but very specific when it came to the woman he considered his wife in all aspects that mattered, and he enjoyed demonstrating such.

He laughed at her teasing, and leaned in to kiss her hard on that full, pouting mouth, making sure to bite gently at her lower lip and growl before he released it. "You made me an animal with wanting you," Jon replied. "I can never get enough, and only you can satisfy me." His hips rolled against her rear, driving him deep.

[thekittenqueen]

Regardless of how long it was until his next visit, it always seemed that the reunion made up for those absences. The last time, they had coupled on nearly every surface in the cottage. They had barely eaten, preferring to sate the hunger that had grown while they were apart. It seemed that this visit would be much the same.

They wouldn't be able to go to the hot springs, as she had hoped. The snow was falling heavily outside, trapping them in their cottage. But given how the night was to go, she couldn't complain.

She chased his kiss as he started to pull back. One of her hands released her hold on the stove, pulling back so that she could grasp hold on Jon's cheek, guiding him back to her. She moaned against his lips, feeling heat build up inside her as he continued to thrust deeper inside her. "I made you? You cannot deny that this was naturally lying in wait."

[swingthesword]

A visit to the springs would indeed have been pleasant, if for no other reason than to wash themselves of their days spent rutting and pleasuring one another, but the snow had seen an end to that. Not that the cottage would be cold with their lovemaking.

He chuckled as Margaery pulled him back to her mouth and gave her a rough, hungry kiss in return for it. His body ground and smacked against hers as Jon held her close to thrust into her deeply.

"I would never have guessed so until I met you," Jon replied with a knowing smile. "And I would never have guessed you would have just as hungry a beast within you."

[thekittenqueen]

The heaviness of the snowfall meant that they would be unable to leave their cottage for the day and night. They would be trapped together with nothing to do but chase their pleasure and keep each other warm as the cold set in. It was almost as though the snow had waited for them, providing them with the romantic background they deserved.

She was growing closer, losing any semblance of rhythm, only pressing back against him as he ground into her roughly. Her breath was ragged in her lungs, sharp and harsh, matching the air around them.

"It was waiting for you," she whispered, her grip tightening. "All I needed was to find my mate, then my beast would finally come to the surface." Her next words were nothing more than a choked moan, "Close."

[swingthesword]

The snow-capped and nearly buried cottage surely did make for a romantic setting for their brief, is passionate reunion. And there was every likelihood that at some point, the two of them would be in bed, making love with all the sweetness and adoration that bound them together as mates, even without rings or ceremony.

But for now, their coupling was of their other nature, of the raw hunger and need that built up between them during their separations. First, they fed the beasts, and then their own hearts.

Jon was huffing too, now, almost grunting with every thrust of his cock deep inside of Margaery. He could feel his own finish building up as well. "Then come for me, my love... come for me."

[thekittenqueen]

The wind battered against the shutters, causing the cottage to groan, matching Margaery's rising cries of pleasure. The last of the fire died away, snuffing out quickly and disappearing back into the ashes. She couldn't feel the cold or the chill, her body heated by Jon's powerful thrusts and the excitement building in her body. She could warm the entire cottage with the fire in her blood.

She had no time to answer him. Just as he urged her, her walls were clenching around him, holding him in a vice grip. She howled wildly, feeling more like a wolf in heat. The world disappeared around her, blurred and hazy as everything faded but the feeling inside her.

"Jon." She whimpered his name, her hands loosening their grip on the stove.

[swingthesword]

It seemed as though the Winter itself was challenging them, doing everything it could to chill them to the bone, to turn their house into a place of chill and stillness, but Jon and Margaery would have none of it. Even if the warmth was confined to just the space around their feverishly coupling bodies, that space would be burning hot.

Jon's arms wrapped around Margaery's body, holding her close against him so he could feel her entire body as she came for him, shaking and tightening around his cock and trembling for him.

At the sound of his name, he began to kiss her fiercely. "I love you I love you I love you," he chanted against Margaery's mouth.

[thekittenqueen]

She gasped, as though the words and kisses had breathed new life into her. The entire room seemed to be bathed in color and light, driving away the gray gloom of the snow. In his arms, the world was not cold and isolated, it was alive and vibrant in her mind. She felt as though her body was humming in his grasp, singing with all the pleasure he could bring her.

She chased his lips each time he pulled back to whisper sweet words at her, not satisfied with just proclamations of love. "Mine," she whispered harshly, her voice hoarse and strained from the power of her cries. "You're mine."

Releasing her hold of the stove, she straightened and pressed back against him as much as she could, guiding his hands to her breasts. Her heart was racing beneath his palm, fluttering like a butterfly in spring. "I love you."

[swingthesword]

In a way, Margaery's body was indeed humming, the aftershocks of her climax still echoing through her in small shivers that Jon felt and savored as continuing proof of the pleasure he'd been able to bring to her. Jon smiled at the claiming words, at the calm sureness of them. "Yes I am," he told her. "Forever."

She brought his hands to her breasts and squeezed, a sure sign to Jon that she'd recovered from the tremors of her orgasm. With that, he flexed his knees slightly to change the angle at which he was still lodged inside of Margaery and began to grind his hips fast and hard against her rear. After riding her through the climax, it would not take long for Jon to find his first of the night.

[thekittenqueen]

Her body still sensitive to his earlier efforts, it didn't take much for her to go from orgasm towards building to another one. The speed of his hip and the eagerness of his thrusts overwhelmed the already powerful afterglow. All she could do was hold on to him and let his body drive into her repeatedly.

Her voice cried out, unrestrained and breathless, lost beneath the howling of the wind. Whatever fears she once had of the North and what might lurk within the frost was gone in his arms. Here she was safe and protected. All that existed was the passion and lust he inspired in her and the hunger with which she pursued it.

"Come for me." She whispered to him.

[swingthesword]

And in the safe, secure world that he and Margaery drew around them, Jon was allowed to sink into and lose himself in the passions he so often kept bound tightly inside of himself, behind the dour expression and the determination that had kept him alive and made him a fine leader of men.

In her arms, inside of her body, he could be the wolf, passionate and hungry. And when his mate called for him to finish within her, he responded without hesitation.

Jon heaved his hips against her rear a few more times before driving his cock deep within Margaery and leaving it lodged there. With a howl of his own, he swelled and flooded her with his release.

[thekittenqueen]

Her life before Jon had been one of restraint and calculation. In the north, she was a different woman than how she imagined her life would be. She was a wife in all but name, keeping a house for her husband while he was away at the Wall. During the long, cold nights, she knew that once he returned, there would be passion and lust to help keep her warm.

The desperation of his thrusts were enough to send her spiraling over the edge of her second climax. Just after she had urged him to release inside of her, she was howling in release, as though summoned by her own prompting.

He stilled and the intensity of the moment passed over them, Margaery placed one last delicate kiss to his lips, her breath ragged and quick. "You worked up an appetite." Both for food and for her.

[swingthesword]

Jon found few things as thoroughly satisfying as making Margaery climax along with him. In those few moments, it truly was as though they were of a single body, joined both physically and in the throes of their shared pleasures. The two of them ground and writhed against one another until both of their orgasms were spent.

He smiled and returned her kiss. "You have always been delicious. And your cooking is improving. So you're simply making me all the more insatiable."

When both of their breathing grew more still, Jon slipped free of Margaery, then used a nearby cloth to tidy them both up a bit before helping her rearrange her clothing. "What's for dinner, by the way?"

[thekittenqueen]

"Oh now you are interested in supper?" She teased him, lighting the fire once more and stirring it back to a blaze. A few of the pots and pans were scattered on the floor, she could only feel grateful that this lust had overcome them while she was actually in the middle of cooking. As soon as he entered the cottage, she had begun to ready their supper. Before she would actually set it on the stove, Jon had her bent over and her skirts raised high, taking her roughly and without shame. She wondered if the presence of her maid would have even stopped him.

"I managed to catch a rabbit in the traps you set for me during your last visit." It spared her from having to go to Mole's Town and endure the wandering hands of merchants and idle Night's Watchmen. None of them seemed to recognize her, but imagined that she was for sale as any whore might be. She hadn't told Jon this, preferring to say instead that she wanted her meat fresh. Mole's Town seemed to only receive stale fish and near putrid meat. "I thought we might have stew and bread that I baked."

She turned back to look at him, flushed and smiling. Whatever her teasing, she had enjoyed herself and was already picturing their next coupling. "Do me the favor of chopping the mushrooms. I might as well put you to work as it seems when you are left to your own devices, you must interrupt me and take me in the manner of beasts."

[swingthesword]

"What c'n I say, woman?" Jon rumbled in response, affecting a lower and much more pronounced Northron accent. "You do a damn fine job of helpin' me work up me hunger."

Chuckling, he went about helping Margaery tidy up the kitchen area and generally picking up the cottage while she started to bustle at the stove. She was likely wise to not mention her travails in Mole's Town to Jon, who would have had to struggle to not do something rash and risk her being discovered.

His eyes widened as the former Queen described and set about preparing supper. "You really have become quite the accomplished wife," Jon said with no shortage of pride. After that, he laughed at the jab she took at his libido and found a space to do as he was bidden.

"We've always known you bring out the animal in me."

[thekittenqueen]

"I think you do well enough yourself, Lord Commander." She affected the same accent, slightly improved from when they escaped. No one seemed to notice that she was a southron lady, which at least assured her that she was capable of passing herself off as a northern peasant. Even her maid was left clueless.

There were some things that she wouldn't tell Jon. Not the fear that she had during the night, when it seemed there was something lurking outside, the sounds similar to an animal. Not when the men of Mole's Town made lewd comments towards her. Not even when she worried that Jon might never return and she would never hear what happened to him.

In these brief moments, she didn't want any unpleasantness and uncertainty to interrupt their reunions. Their life was one of obstacles and difficulty, but it had always been worth it to her.

"Mmm, this makes me wonder how you manage alone at night at the Wall. Or do you save your urges for when you are home?"

[swingthesword]

Jon smiled. Margaery's accent had indeed improved, and he doubted anyone gave it a passing thought so long as she spoke sparingly while in town. He chopped at the vegetables with a knife, doing a rough but serviceable job of it, if he said so himself, while imaginging Margaery strolling through Mole's Town in order to buy or barter for the ingredients.

He shook his head, chuckling quietly at the question.

"No, no, I save it all up for you. I certainly need to considering how.... energetic things can get."

Jon presented his work to Margaery like a young man waiting for the approval of his teacher.

[thekittenqueen]

She nodded with approval at his work. Her maid was the better cook between them, even being blind, but for this night, it would suit well enough. Their bellies would be full and their appetite sated, save for the one that seemed to push them to near madness.

"So you don't reflect on these nights together?" Margaery grinned wickedly, inching closer as she chopped the last of the rabbit meat. Dumping it into the pot, she was able to pause to meet his eyes. "I cannot say the same. At night, all I have are the thoughts of you to keep me warm."

[swingthesword]

Jon returned that smile, even as Margaery's sent a shiver through his body that very nearly restored his resting ardor. "Reflect on them, I most definitely do," he answered. "You are all I think of when I shut my eyes, and I can almost feel your body against mine during the night." He moved just a bit closer.

"But what I meant was that I don't... act... on those thoughts. I prefer saving all that up for you. You can see the result."

[thekittenqueen]

She chuckled, lowering her face as a blush spread over her features. "I am grateful for that, even if it means you will interrupt me in my chores to satisfy your hunger." And hers, but that went without saying. "I do enjoy when you simply take me."

She set the stew to boil and placed the bread dough in the oven. It was a small meal, but at least it would be filling. She still needed to learn something greater than simple stew. "How long will you be able to stay?"

[swingthesword]

Jon's smile widened at that blossoming of color on Margaery's cheeks. "I see it's not only my hunger being satisfied when I do that. I'm very happy to know it." Indeed, Margaery's heated need often fed his own and vice versa.

He took a seat, watching her bustle about for another few moments until she could turn away from the preparations. Jon's smile faded a few degrees. "Only until first light. Then I have to be on my way back to the Wall."