Eyrie-ly want to talk (Lena)

[Lena Arryn]

Lena rode against him, biting her bottom lip as he came closer and closer to euphoria. She on the other hand would need much more attention, but she wasn't sure if he'd have the strength to see to it, not after such a long journey and so much time passed between them. He would be sleep driven after he'd had her, it was his way after a long ride.

Torin was kneading her breasts, causing her to feel ever more aroused, her body taught as he sweat glistened on her brow. "Oh Torin." She breathed. "Oh gods." She was moving her hips against him over and over again, she was now slumped foreword leaning on the hands that were groping her very sensitive breasts. She wanted him deeper inside her, she wanted him to make her want him all the more.

[Torin Lannister]

The Lord of the Vale continued grind into the Lady of the Vale while she rode him. There was a time when noble virgins were wanted he wanted, but the shy squirming or awkward writing of a virgin was nothing in comparison to how Lena was currently taking him, proudly atop him and enjoying herself in the process.

When she muttered his name and more it spurred him on to further acts of sordid satisfaction. A low growl of satisfaction rumbled out of his mouth from somewhere deep in his chest. His hands came away from her breasts to take her sides, allowing his eyes to watch them bounce. He could feel the pressure building up at his base but he did not intend to finish so soon. As Lena had suggested, he wanted to enjoy her. "Not yet....not yet." lifting her from her perch atop his cock and placed her down just slightly further back. The Lord of the Vale did not want to finish yet, but that just meant he wanted a change of pace. One of his hands reached up to the back of her head, entwining in her raven locks before guiding her head down to his hardness.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena felt her stomach turn as he guided her head down to his 'other head' she was never fond of taking his cock in her mouth, she felt like a whore when she did and she was no whore.
Never the less the Lady of the Vale opened her mouth and in went his shaft. Her hands came up to massage the throbbing shaft as she removed her mouth from him and began slowly pumping his member with her hands, after a moment her tongue found him again rolling over the sensitive head and down the bottom of it, she was not so shy with him now, but she didn't enjoy the task. While he was getting his kicks she was closing her eyes, she didn't want to see him leering above her.

After a few moments of tracing his cock with her tongue she placed her lips around him once more, guiding him into her mouth and then bobbing her head in a rhythm while sucking away. She couldn't see him lasting much longer at this rate.

[Torin Lannister]

Lena might not have seen Torin lasting much longer, but after the hard riding they had been just performing, her gentle tongue and slow lips was a refreshing change of pace to help him last longer. The Lion of Lannister sat up, throwing his head back and closing his eyes to just enjoy it for a few moments. To make sure she did not push him over the edge regardless he pulled away her hands and set them down before resting his own hand upon the head that was bobbing away over his prick.

The night was quiet but for some small noises he could hear in the distance. All the better to just enjoy the moment. A breath he hadn't realised he was holding fell from his mouth, a long warm breath. He wouldn't stay in the Vale long, he had a war to win. Lena of course wouldn't travel with him, not while she was big in the belly with his babe. But the Vale's troops would make a massive difference. Lord Torin Lannister would savour the comfort of his wife while he could. Some day there would be a war where they could kill the enemy by day and fuck by night. That would be a good time.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena continued her bobbing a soft noise escaping her throat when he removed her hands, it was a startled noise not one of any great sexual feeling. When his hands rested on her head she let her own find his hips, holding tightly just for something to do, they only stayed their a moment before Lena tended to the moistness between her own legs.

For a while she continued with him before she lifted her head and whipped her mouth. "Torin..." She breathed leaning against his chest, one hand stroking her self, the other stroking him. "Hold me." her voice was just over a whisper as her lips found his for a moment and then trailed down his throat. She was tired of putting his prick in her mouth, she never liked it and all the more she wanted to have her own euphoric moment as well. While he had had that Baratheon woman to share his bed she'd been alone in the Vale with no one to lay warm beside her.

[Torin Lannister]

Lena continued sucking him for a time, her lips running up and down his length. She was getting better at it. It never happened in the early days of their marriage, but when she did not want to take his seed in her belly for risk of pregnancy at a time when it was not ideal it had to go somewhere so he had started finishing in her mouth. Since then it had just taken a larger part of their time between the sheets.

When she pulled away and started to lean against his chest, she wished to be held. The Lion of Lannister gave a smile as he stared into his wife's eyes. His large and powerful arms took her by her own much smaller arms and then her shoulders. Torin turned her around and interlocked his fingers with hers, the palms of his hands against the back of hers. Guiding her onto her hands and knees, his warm chest against her back, his arms enveloping her shoulders and running parallel to her arms where their hands united. His lips sought out her ear and then her neck while he put himself inside her again, putting as much of his length into her in a single, drawn out push of his hips.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena gave a long slow exhale as he entered her, her inhale just as ragged as his own breath had been when her lips had been upon his member. He was so warm against her and in her and finally she was properly aroused to take his length.
Her body was hot and ready and let her head hang as he kissed her throat. She swore she'd never be broken by him but truly she did enjoy being with him, at least now she did.

In the early days it had been hard for her to take him, not just his seed but his entire length and girth had hurt her, he was careless with her body then wanting more to prove his dominance over her than his affection for her. She wasn't entirely sure of his motives now but certainly her bossing him about had changed his tune in the way he made love to her.

As ser Torin began to build up his rhythm once again she found her breaths coming as short pants between a clenched jaw, her hands enveloped in his, her hair about her face, sweat beading up on her brow, it was pure bliss, she had very much missed her husband.

[Torin Lannister]

Torin held her hands tighter, his hips grinding into her more quickly as the two started to work together. She was as wet as the Riverlands and took his prick better, as his lips continued to work at her neck her could hear her ragged breaths. He always took such things as encouragement, to ride her harder.

In in the cold nights of Dragonstone when the wind beat so hard to challenged his sleeping he wondered if he should have sought comfort between Halaevia's legs, but now that he was with his wife he was more sure he had made the right choice. Lena was panting like a bitch in heat and he was certainly no lesser lost in the moment. The wound upon his shoulder bothered him naught now, it was a faded memory and memories had no place in time. There was just his wife and he. Husband and wife enjoying each other's embrace having been too long removed.

[Lena Arryn]

Arching her back Lena's jaw tightened and she exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding until her face was red and the sweat on her brow rolled down her cheek. Her exhale came as first a grunt but then became a call, low and sultry her voice hung in the air for a moment. "Oh Torin, yes!" She she called as he began to angle himself to hit that spot that made her scream.

Lena was sure that she and Torin would sire more children, nights like this made sure of it, but for all Lena's talk of keeping the babe in her belly she'd rather not give birth to any more. She enjoyed the moment made all the more pure by the fact that there was nothing attached to it outside of a wife and husband in one another's company.

[Torin Lannister]

Lena was screaming in ecstasy. There would be talk tomorrow. The Eyrie was the smallest of the Great Castles of Westeros, it was unavoidable. They both knew what was said in quiet corners by those that were not happy about their Liege Lord & Lady. Lena thought herself a man and Torin only married her so he could pretend such, deviant urges for a man with a deviant God. There was other jests of course, but none were so brave or bold as to say them in the presence of Torin or Lena.

As the largest lion of Lannister felt his height approaching he removed his hands from hers and rose straight so he was no longer leaning over her. His hands took position at her hips so that he might hold her waist as he would have it to reach higher elevation still for his imminent spilling of seed. This was not a sensual event, it was raw, passionate fucking. His breaths became more ragged as his hips continued to pound against the skin of her backside, burying himself within in cunt in what was approaching a sordid frenzy.

[Lena Arryn]

Lena's body shivered as her husband sat up, he was going deep than before and it was all she could do to keep from shouting again. She bit down on her lips and covered her mouth with one hand, the other still gripped the sheets as her back arched ever higher.

She was nearing her own height of ecstasy Torin would be spilling himself soon, she wouldn't be long into his euphoria before hers started. "Oh gods Torin, yes!" her voice rose again before her hand rose to fill that void again as she bit down on her curled index finger.

[Torin Lannister]

The Lord of the Vale could feel those final moments passing away, giving himself that final push to reach the edge. Lena was doing all she could to stop herself from thrashing about. His cock delved into her warmth over and over, heated thrusts. His head was thrown back and the sweat upon his chest and brow more evident now and.....then.

Torin finally felt the wave of release as his shaft shuddered before his warm seed erupted into Lena's welcoming body. Each buckle of his hips unloaded more of the fluid into his wife, the months of frustration in Dragonstone only truly left him now. It was a near symbolic fucking of his wife. He took her by the shoulder and pulled her up until her back was against his chest. His other hand sought out a breast which he roughly took between his large fingers, the hand that had her held to him pushing her down onto his cock as he emptied himself.

[Lena Arryn]

When Torin began to shudder into her hips Lena found her own self pushed over the edge. Her jaw tight as she finished with him, it was such a sweet release that made her feel as if she was buzzing once she'd finished. She panted for a moment, face buried into hands as Torin lifted her and began kneading her breast once more.

"I truly had missed you." Lena's voice seemed suddenly quiet after all the commotion that was just being given in the room. Her hand fell to her belly and she rubbed the little swollen bump. "He's moving." She laughed her body vibrating against his, his cock still inside her felt strange as she laughed.

The lady of the Vale knew tomorrow Luthor would have something to say about the ruckus but it was nothing she hadn't overheard when staying with him as a girl.

[Torin Lannister]

When both husband and wife had reached their heights and finished, Lord Torin let himself descend backwards until he was once again resting against the feather mattress with wife still in arms. "And I missed you." he replied in something not much above a whisper. When giggled about the babe moving the lion of Lannister put his hand upon her belly to move it. It was perhaps in that moment he first felt a real connection to his son. "He'll be a mighty warrior."

There was no longer the sound of flesh beating against flesh, nor dogged breaths or lips upon cock. All was silent. All was quiet in the Eyrie. At a strain he could hear the wind. A finger ran up and down Lena's skin, from her belly to the bottom of her neck. Just enjoying the moment. This was something that Torin hadn't thought about when he was in Dragonstone, but he realised he had missed it none the less.

[Lena Arryn]

"Aye." Lena confirmed rubbing one hand on the side of her belly, she knew Torin couldn't feel the babe move yet, but she could and the scepta told her it wouldn't be long before Torin would feel it too. Both the Scepta and Daern spoke of the baby kicking and flipping and moving about all hours of the day and night. It made Lena fear for the stomach churning feeling, even if it had left her as of late she felt like that might bring it back.

"What if our babe is a daughter?" Lena asked, not wanting that fate on any girl. First born of a great house was a terrible fate for a daughter, your entire life was focused on marrying or it was being undermined by advisors, Lena was lucky to have Luthor and Daern, but other women were not so blessed.