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holga kilgore | d&d: honor among thieves | f/f

[babearian]

misfire

[veryfond]

I think bedding her might kill me, but what a way to go.

[babearian]

well now i gotta know who the 'her' is

[veryfond]

Oh, you know.

The one with the arms. The one that I was blushing around.

[babearian]

[ oh. oh.

the ethical thing to do would be to tell elia she's not speaking to who she thinks she's speaking to.

holga is not overly ethical. ]

the barbarian, huh
and you wanna bed her

[veryfond]

I don't know.

[ Yes. ]

It's fun to think about. If I were a different woman....

[babearian]

you sure she’d want you to be a different women?
cause she was looking at you real hungry today

[veryfond]

I doubt that. You do not have to tease me.

And even if she was, this isn't about my looks.

I imagine her to to be a very passionate lover [ digging herself deeper with every moment ] and she should have someone who is more used to such things.

[babearian]

but... it's funny

your stunning looks. wanna emphasize stunning.

eh, maybe... but maybe she wants a beautiful, sweet lady like you
and maybe she can just tell that you can be plenty passionate yourself
besides, you're just imagining, right? why not find out for real?

honestly, i bet she's been thinking about you since meeting you
probably wondering what it would feel like to kiss you

[veryfond]

[ Oh. It's the tone that tips her off, so different from Ashara's. She looks again at who she has been sending these messages to, and a surge of horrified embarrassment grips her.

Then, as she looks over Holga's messages again, another feeling forms in the pit of her belly. ]

You have been thinking about kissing me?
Maybe you are the sweet one of the pair of us; my fantasies have grown far more lewd.

[babearian]

[ And the cat is thoroughly out of the bag. ]

pretty damn frequently, yeah
oh i'm not that sweet: just barely restrained myself from dragging you off to the stable today and ripping your fine clothes off with my teeth

but, uh, tell me about these lewd fantasies of yours...

[veryfond]

Oh.

Well, that is not a way I have ever been undressed before. So it would certainly be memorable.

Ah, they usually involve you sneaking into my chamber. I'm shy and cautious at first, but you flirt so freely, undress me with your eyes-

I'm pulsing with want before you even touch me.

[babearian]

that’s not the only way i’ll make things memorable, pretty lady

sounds like a fantasy I can make come true
always did want to slip into the chambers of a beautiful high born lady and give her the night of her life
show her how fucking good she can feel
rip her nightclothes off, kiss and nip at her throat, send my fingers on a journey…

[veryfond]

You know, it's sad. I think I have forgotten how good I can feel.

But you will show me, won't you? I do not want you to hold back, Holga. I wish to feel everything you wish to give me, until I cannot take any more.

[ The thing is, she has always been the delicate sort. Not that she thinks bedding Holga could actually kill her, that was a jest, but it feels so selfish to risk even a day's well-being for this, to stay in bed not because of illness or incident but because she was so powerfully fucked by a strange barbarian woman the night before.

That feeling does not stop her arousal though. It only adds to it. ]

[babearian]

defnitely a wrong that needs righted
i think making you come multiple times might be a heroic quest

i'll be gentle with you, pretty lady. i'll be gentle 'til i'm not.
then i'm going to make you cry out... tremble and writhe... rake your fingernails down my skin while you shudder through your second or third orgasm... and i'm not stopping there.
i'm not going to fuck you to death or anything, but i'm gonna ruin every stitch of clothing on you. i don't unlace fair maidens, i rip their fucking bodices and bury my face in their glorious tits.

you ever had someone use a strap on you? because i have a beauty of one and if you don't want me to hold back, well...

[veryfond]

I doubt it will be as difficult as your average heroic quest, if you are as good in bed as I am hoping.

I'll wear a gown I don't care much for then, so I'll feel nothing but mad desire when you tear it apart. My body is yours to do as you see fit, driving me into climaxes of mindless pleasure until I claw your back to claim you as mine in return, if only for the night.

Oh. No, I have never made use of a device like that. But if you think I would like it....
You know, my husband only ever took me on your back. I think you may be far more creative in terms of positioning.

[babearian]

i'd probably be feeling a lot of pressure right now if i weren't so fucking good at... y'know, heroic quests

i bet i could reach your chambers without alerting one single guard
you could be alone one moment, all beautiful and elegant, and then i'll be right fucking there
yanking you into the kind of kiss that hurts before tearing your gown off within a second and flinging you onto the bed
but it won't be just one night. you'll want more.

i think you'd like the way i'd use it on you
not sure if i'm creative so much as i am horny to take you in every position you can bend that gorgeous body into

[veryfond]

I expect to gain an newfound appreciation of your questing abilities, Holga. Perhaps you should knock the guards out, though, so they do not hear the moans and cries that you will undoubtedly pull from me.

Is that a promise? Will you visit my chamber every night you linger in King's Landing? I would be incredibly grateful. A gratitude I would express any way you desire.

I am imagining you using it on me now. I am imagining you taking me from behind. Or fucking me standing while you I'm perched on my vanity. Or perhaps I'll ride that beauty of a strap while you feast on my glorious tits.

I do hope you plan to stay a while.

[babearian]

a fight before a fuck? you're speaking my language

i'll knock down whoever stands in my way without a second though; burst through your window or kick open your doors, come to claim you like a fucking conquerer
twisting my fingers into your hair and yanking you into the kind of kiss that hurts real good before ripping your clothes off, throwing you onto the bed and pouncing like a damn displacer beast

woof, you got a way dirtier mind than i thought, pretty lady
means i'm definitely planning to stay a good long fucking while because i wanna take you every way you're imagining and more
maybe i should already be wearing it when i turn up; think i'd want you bent over the vanity, though. i'll be able to look into those gorgeous eyes in the mirror while i fuck you from behind and land my hand on your ass

[veryfond]

Quite dramatic. Though I'll admit, if I must be a conqueror's prize, I am glad it is you.

I do not know why such wanton images plague me. I am sure you have heard stories of the Dornish, but I have never had much adventure, either in the bedroom or out of it. My husband beds me only out of duty, and now we have our children. Perhaps I yearn for... for more. For the freedom and boldness you wear so flagrantly. And for a good, passionate fuck after so long without.

I have heard such strikes to the rear are like to make me either wince with pain or throb with pleasure. I suppose that is something I will find out, when you come to claim me.

[babearian]

sorry. that's a shitty situation, married to someone you don't want. this part of the world is a little fucked up, huh?
i mean... fuck, i can't imagine anyone only bedding you out of duty. i wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you if you were my wife.
not sure i can help you with freedom unless you want me to smuggle you away between my legs, but i can definitely help with a passionate fuck.

i think you might need it, bad girl that you are.
i spank pretty hard, gorgeous. your entire body will jolt and shake until you can't pick out pain from among all the pleasure.

[veryfond]

Are there no arranged marriages where you come from? Such political matches are very common here. Thank you for your kind words, but do not worry. Your visits are all the adventure I need right now.

Is that how you will refer to me, as you drive your cock so deep inside me? A bad girl? A wanton, needy little slut whose body is yours to claim? [ Never let it be said that Elia Martell doesn't commit to dirty talk. ]

Exactly how long will it take to recover from a "pretty hard" spanking? I fear you will take much delight when you see me in court the next day, wincing whenever I sit down.

[babearian]

sure, but not really for my people. and even if they did, i wouldn't go for it.
eh, unless you were the one they wanted me to marry. then you couldn't get me there fast enough.

fuck, elia, those are some good damn suggestions
you want me to whisper those words to you? growl into your ear about how everything thinks you're this refined noble lady, when i know what a cunt-hungry little slut you are for throwing yourself at some barbarian brute from across the sea?
your hair bunched in one hand, my other hand steadying your hip as i fill that gorgeous body over and over, letting you know just how much you're mine, my bad girl, my beautiful slut, my lady who needs treated like a common whore?

if you need a comfortable place to put that perfect and spanked-red ass, you've got my lap available
or my face

[veryfond]

That would have been quite the wedding night, I think.

Holga. Fuck, you are getting me so wet.
No one would ever dream that a proper lady like me would let a barbarian brute bend her over and fuck her till she screams, but I must indulge the other side of me.
And I'm not sure you know just how cunt-hungry I am yet. I'll show you once I can get my mouth between your legs.

You seem intent on wearing me out. I just hope that once I pass out from pleasure you put a blanket over me.
After you are done admiring the sweat, the bruises, and the fresh handprint on my ass.

[babearian]

wouldn't be a soul with a dozen miles that wouldn't hear you moaning on that night

good, because i want you wet. i want you dripping. i want you bent over for this brute, and every other fucking position.
i gotta know, elia; i gotta feel your mouth on me, your tongue inside me, gotta see your pretty eyes looking up at me while i squeeze my thighs around you...

blankets can be thin. i'll drape myself over you, keep you warm that way.