October 2012
4 posts
Good Enough to Eat
Wenn’s lips formed a smile as she pleasured her husband with great enthusiasm. Her happy composure was mostly due to the fact that she knew how her efforts were causing Vycyllus’ guard to be let down and the pair were able to enjoy one another’s company in their most animalistic state. She ran her fingernails slowly along his toned stomach muscles and looked up at him as he took...
Good Enough To Eat
She was as eager as he was and that excited Vycyllus more than ever: the knowledge that it wasn’t a onesided affair. He laid pliant to Wenn’s ministrations, his skin on fire whenever her mouth landed or her hands explored. His limits of self-control were being tested since he wanted to just grab his wife and lose himself in her depths, but anticipation kept him rooted. Plus, the...
Good Enough to Eat
As Wenn cried out louder still, she was far too gone to care if any of the courtiers in Granwen Castle would hear her or her husband copulating their marriage. Her eyes remained closed so she did not notice Vycyllus’ hand sweep up her body until she felt the pressure in her loins as he paid homage to her perky albeit small bosom. She was almost at the point of no return when Vycyllus lifted...
Good Enough To Eat
Rather than chuckle at his wife’s playful reprove, he stayed occupied between her legs, addicted to her flavor. A light smile appeared upon Wenn crying out, so Vyc slipped past her folds, his tongue delving as far as it could go. Groaning, his tastebuds came alive at the honeyed warmth she possessed. He thrust rapidly in tandem to her undulation, pleasured her like she craved while he...
September 2012
16 posts
Good Enough to Eat
Wenn straightened up, now kneeling on the bed as Vycyllus seemed to be impatient about getting his clothes off. She let out a gasp as her husband became forceful with her, but she did not protest. The young woman no longer had much movement of her wrists which depressed her as she wished to caress her husband’s firm physique whilst he was in such close proximity.
Naturally, her legs widened...
Good Enough To Eat
The sultry sounds that spilled free from Wenn stirred life between his legs; the fabric over his loin stretched tight. He watched enraptured as she stripped bare before him, her porcelain skin sparking a greed to taste more and touch always. Vycyllus’ wanton gaze tracked Wenn to the bed as the corner of his mouth twitched into a small smirk. Her beckon immediately compelled Vyc forward and...
Good Enough to Eat
Wenn felt her hair fall around her shoulders like a blanket of protection. She stood back as Vycyllus rose from the bed to do what her hands had signaled to him. Taking in his physique, she felt a sudden warmth run through her body and it took everything for her not to moan out loud. As Vycyllus brought their bodies closer together once again, she submitted to him fully, parting her lips,...
Good Enough To Eat
All she needed was a sole drink before they began? Vyc didn’t know whether to chuckle or roll his eyes, but he schooled his expression to stay blank albeit friendly. He straightened as Wenn approached, his sight never wandering from her petite silhouette. She truly was a vision, young and beautiful and certain since the wine had eased her nerves. Already warmth pooled in the pit of his...
Good Enough to Eat
Wenn knew that she was being asinine delaying the inevitable, but at least Vycyllus amused her to do so. She poured a small amount of the wine into a goblet and drank. Her eyes closed as his lips touched her forehead and Wenn began to calm down.
It was not the act of sexual pleasure that frightened her. It was what Vycyllus would say once he realized that this night was not the first time she...
Good Enough To Eat
Once a sufficient number of candles were lit, he turned to Wenn with a lot more confidence than he’d been at the feast. The difficult part was over; now he would do what he did best. At least he could when she was ready herself, which apparently wasn’t right that second. Glancing at the goblet Wenn held, Vyc wanted to knock it out of her hand, toss her on the bed, and have his way with...
Good Enough to Eat
“That is a favourable quality, my lord.” Wenn replied, matching gaze as the music slowly faded into another song. Her heart was beating fast, a mixture of nerves and delight at being so welcomed in the Eastern court. Despite being Eastern by birth, she was still a foreigner in these parts and did not wish to displease anyone, least of all Vycyllus or his family.
The young...
Good Enough To Eat
Vycyllus looked her in the eye. “No, I am not.” While he knew his different views were something he should hide to avoid gossip, he couldn’t help but be proud of them. Tradition was flawed in his opinion and he’d rebel against tradition until it righted itself.
Surprised, Vycyllus hadn’t realized just how short these dances were. They had seemed tedious from an outsider’s...
Good Enough to Eat
Wenn had almost started replying to Vycyllus’ question right away but allowed him to say his entire speech for speaking up once more. She kept her voice low so as not to attract to much attention from the courtiers swarming around the pair.
“You are not like most men of this realm.” she replied quietly. “Even my dear uncle treats his wife as less of an equal than...
Good Enough To Eat
Such a safe answer. The young lord didn’t quite care if it were her duty or not, he’d still wish her to be comfortable in an unfamiliar domicile. He honestly hated the pretenses of nobility yet couldn’t fault her etiquette, knowing that his opinion on the matter was widely unacceptable. Instead he gave a placid smile, which faltered a little at her request.
Brow furrowed, it...
Good Enough to Eat
Vycyllus’ mutterings lead Wenn to believe that she had been too forward somehow, as if he wanted a submissive wife who seemed pleased by every little detail.
Her fears dissipated and she cleaned off her hands as well, not wanting to ruin either of their outfits, though Wenn knew she would not wear this exquisite ensemble ever again. But if she was able to preserve it, perhaps one of her...
Good Enough To Eat
“Yes, of course.” he muttered, bringing his cup to his lips. Vyc did know she was Eastern born; it had merely slipped his mind and he felt foolish for having forgotten. Just another sign of how quick all of this was as well as his failure to keep up.
His lady made an excellent point. A dance between the betrothals was just as important as the consummation (which he was looking forward to,...
Good Enough to Eat
Wenn did not flinch as Vycyllus noticed her presence. She was inwardly pleased that she even made an impression on him, for when she had resided in the North, everyone knew who she was. Humble or likewise, Wenn liked for people to know who she was.
Her husband smile made Wenn’s knot in her stomach loosen a little bit. She longed to put her hand against his cheek, to show tenderness to him,...
Good Enough To Eat
Wenn’s light touch returned the young lord to the present with a small in take of breath through his nose. She had mildly startled him, although he quickly relaxed the tense lined etched into his shoulders . It would do him well to focus, tamper down this silly anxiety for he didn’t want to appear solemn on the day of his matrimony. On the contrary, he was pleased that his bride was so...
Good Enough to Eat
The only thing that Wenn could focus on was the fact that she was incredibly thirsty. She did not understand whether this was caused by sheer nerves or perhaps she had fallen ill of some mysterious disease. Rather than worry anyone, including her new husband, Wenn put on a brave face and smiled out at the vast crowd that sat below the High Table.
It had come as a shock to her when upon arrival...
Good Enough To Eat
He had done it.
Finally Vycyllus Granwen, (self-proclaimed) lothario of the East, had gotten married. Within a short amount of time since meeting his new bride, he recollected during the celebration feast. It was obscene, almost, that after five weeks the quick yet careful plans of both families had come to fruition. Lord and Lady Granwen were glad their second son would no longer run lustfully...
June 2012
2 posts
A Future Not Promised: Part II
Wenn could sense the elation in Vycyllus’ tone as he acknowledge the view of her home. With the lack of proper covering, he was bound to be frozen to the car. She intentionally leaned back against him a little more, so that he might reap the benefits of her body heat as they made their way to the not so distant castle.
As they entered the castle gates, Wenn waited patiently for Vycyllus to...
A Future Not Promised: Part II
He didn’t noticed the cold as they rode now and no longer fear catching frostbite or hypothermia or some other hideous illness that resulted from subpar climates. Wenn’s body heat seemed to be enough for him, especially her hands draped atop his own. The kind gesture brought a delighted smile to the young lord’s visage.
Vcycyllus inclined his head toward the lady’s as she...
A Future Not Promised: Part II
Wenn attempted to not laugh as Vycyllus did, and it proved very difficult as the mens’ faces looked so utterly placid as if they had not even heard her to begin with, even though her voice had been raised. After getting settled on Vycyllus’ horse most comfortably, she only managed to nod her head that she was well stationed in the saddle and clung onto the first thing that would keep...
A Future Not Promised: Part II
The men in question simply stared back at the lady; one out of the three nodded their gratitude, otherwise they were quite solemn. Vyc snorted and rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. “Don’t mind them. Their a stony lot.”
He anchored himself atop the strong beast before gripping the reins, arms situated around his female companion. A quick sweep of his eyes over her delicate form...
A Future Not Promised: Part II
Before she attempted to get atop his steed, Wenn fixed the clasp of her cloak again so that it would not fall from her shoulders as they rode their way to her home. Grasping the saddle with both of her hands, Wenn put her tiny foot on Vycyllus’ hands and hoisted herself up, sitting like a man for it was more comfortable. She stroked his horse’s mane softly to show that she was...
A Future Not Promised: Part II
Cobalt irises stared at the umber crown perched on his chest with a faint fondness that surprised him. They could hardly call themselves acquaintances, but already he enjoyed that Wenn felt comfortable enough to use him as a surrogate pillow. Rationality poorly attempted to convince him it was a result of the cold or even fatigue, but his ego classified it as neither. And he was content to let his...
A Future Not Promise: Part II
Wenn listened intently as Vycyllus explained the climate of her new home. It was really a return back to home if she thought about it. Her eyes fluttered as a sharp wind blew across the small group and she felt herself get closer to her prospective betrothed; if that was physically possible. Wenn was able to feel the heat of his body so close to hers, and she took the moment to put her head on his...
A Future Not Promised: Part II
“Well…” the young lord began, shrugging a little. “Our winters resemble dry ice, I would say. It’s a sort of frosty cold with mist and hail and little snow. Yes, something akin to that.”
Even to his own ears that sounded like a bizarre climate yet the East housed abizarreclimate, so perhaps it wasn’t as much of an exaggeration as he thought? No, it fitted the allegoric metaphor...
A Future Not Promised: Part II
His body was a lot more muscular than Wenn had primarily anticipated. The sigh that escaped his lips made her blush furiously so that she daren’t look up at him without giving away her embarrassment. She felt goosebumps erupt all over her body as his hand held her firmly by the small of her back. The closeness between their bodies felt surprisingly natural, even if she had only known...
A Future Not Promised: Part II
The moment her cloak opened to him Vyc was hasty to press their bodies close and wrapping the fabric around them. He didn’t try to fasten it, simply gripped it close to his throat, holding it up manually. An arm slithered about the girl’s waist, drew their torsos nearer, and a pleased sigh parted his lips. It didn’t occur to him that their new position would be...
May 2012
10 posts
A Future Not Promised
It had gotten a lot colder since they left Twin Pines Inn, sparking a bolt of envy within the young lord as he eyed Wenn Sunderland’s cloak. Perhaps he found it ostentatious, but he knew it shielded her from the bitter wind, unlike the useless long sleeves of his tunic. He tried to smother the small quivers that ran down his spine, act as if the North’s infamous chill did not effect...
Chance Encounters
Wenn needed to get away from everyone at Sunderland castle. She hadn’t heard from Brom in a couple of days, and figured that he must have been busy with guard duty and couldn’t come meet her in town. Pulling her hood up to cover her face, Wenn decided to go to a part of the town that she did not usually go to—the tavern. Perhaps a little bit of ale could help calm her...
