Sleepless in Sunspear (Nymeria)

[Ser Uther Sand]

Ser Uther Sand

Otherwise known as 'The Sword of the Morning' was standing over a great table of oak, long enough to sit a hundred people. A map of Westeros was rolled out before him with little stone figures of horses and men in different locations. More letters then he dared count (but had suffered reading in detail) were scattered about. Light provided by a dozen-dozen candles danced about the room. It was late in the night but he was not of a mind to sleep. Preparations had to be made, many preparations. The ally Nymeria had across the Narrow Sea was expected within the month.

Dorne could muster a fighting force of forty-six thousand men which included sixteen thousand mounted archers. How to make use of these men were what kept him away. When crossing swords he could recognise feint and trick, but between the legs of Lady Nymeria he fell victim to a trap of guilt again and again, each time as blind as the last.

The night was cool now but he was still warm in his fine silks. A hand reached for the small bronze cup at his side so he might sip some wine, it was light and fruity. Ideal to refresh a thirst without clouding his mind as he had it slowly.

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As the soft night air blew threw her window, Lady Nymeria laid awake. Her dark hair was splayed behind her head and covered her pillow. It was far too warm for her tastes as the sheets brushed against her bare skin. She opened her green eyes and looked out the window at the moon and the stars before tossing aside said sheets and getting up slowly. The night air made her skin prickle as as moved to grab a silk robe, tying it around her all too pale skin. She reached over and grabbed her wire for her hair as she pulled it back into a low almost bun on her head.

Her feet softly padded against the stone as she walked to the balcony and rested her fingers softly against the bannister. She had an ally coming within the month and things still needed to be done to prepare for that. Not to mention she still had to find her father and release her title in Kings Landing, as sad as that was for her. She was also in the midst of planning a tournament for only the noblest of the nobles within Westeros. More or less she just wanted to see Uther remain her champion. As her eyes danced along the Capital, she noticed light coming from one of the many larger rooms. Nymeria had a feeling that she was not the only one still up.

Slipping on some light shoes, she made her way down to where Uther was. She stood in the doorway for a moment before she made herself known. She had managed to charm him into her bed on far to many occasions now, and it was causing a conflict for the young woman. She had never fell in love and that was not part of the plan, but the feelings she had for him were stronger than just a little bit of lust. “May I inquire as to what you are doing up at this hour Ser?” she asked softly, a few stray hairs had fallen out of her bun.

[Ser Uther Sand]

Ser Uther had not expected any to come to him at this hour, he had barely heard a sound he had not made himself for quite a time. When the voice of Nymeria came to him, he thought perhaps he had slipped to sleep and had not noticed. "Lady Nymeria, you rise? Greetings....many Ravens came in today from the your fathers noble bannermen, I have been sorting through to establish our full strength." When he had first met Lady Nymeria, he was fresh from the road and less than presentable. She had been a vision of beauty and kindness, everything a Noble should be. When he awoke that night and found her within his room, her dress soon a pool on the floor he had thought it a dream. Some days he felt perhaps he was and he refused to wake.

Even now she was like a thing from the stories, the beautiful Princess. Perhaps his role was the Knight in Shining Armour, but he felt more the scoundrel for giving in to the requests of the body and dishonouring her in his bed. If he was the man he wished to be he would have refused her for virtue's sake, but he was bastard born and it was claimed such were lower stock. But she too bore the name Sand and was his Lady lesser? Not in any manner he could find.

"Can I offer you wine? Perhaps it will aid you in sleeping." She should not be up, she needed her rest. But he would not tell her what she should and should not do, she was not an unwise woman. She was perhaps one of the most cunning he had ever met in fact, man or woman. He was proud to be serving as her Champion and bodyguard. It brought him to Sunspear itself so he could aid his Liege Lord. He could earn honour, and maybe one day Lord Martell would request the King see him legitamised.

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As the breeze gently blew, her silks almost danced. Her eyes scanned along the map before she looked back up to Uther. There was something about him that just made her feel less guilty of bedding him than most of the men she had been with. “I have not slept Ser.” She admitted, walking closer to him, nodding. “And where exactly does our strength stand?”

she tilted her head slightly, those few stray strands falling around her face. “I assume we have had no Ravens regarding the tournament then?” she asked softly as she placed her hand upon his arm. As fierce a fighter she was, she was still a gentle woman, she rarely showed that side though.

Anyone who knew of Nymeria knew she was a bastard child, yet she was still a Lady of the court. She was known to use this to her advantage. She would be treated with proper respect and yet she would whore herself around, well she did when she was much younger. Pleasure was something she yearned for after her first bleed, she was a woman and she knew how to use that to her benefit. There was just something about having a man between her legs that made her feel oh so powerful and the rush that she got was one she had grown to love.

Politely, she shook her head, “Wine keeps me from sleeping.”[/color] That was a very true fact. She had not yet noticed that her shoulder was slightly bare, thanks to the sleeve sliding off of her skin. She was hopeful that perhaps he would join her in bed again. Not only to please but to perhaps not sleep alone. That was something she did enjoy, if she was able to get him into her bed late at night, they would wake together in the morning. “Perhaps you could find your way to bed before the sun rises?” she asked, her voice slightly seductive.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[Ser Uther Sand]

"With notice, the Lords of the Realm can marshal the full strength of Dorne outside the city as we prepare to make our move." It would be full scale war. Dorne would ride north and fight everything and anything until the crimes of the current dynasty met justice and then peace and order could be restored to the Seven Kingdoms. When Nymeria asked about the tournament, he gave a slight nod of his head. "Apologies my Lady, but I am unaware. I sought only the letters from the Maester concerning the raising of the banners."

Ser Uther noticed her bare shoulder of course, perhaps not as quickly as he might have with fresher eyes but in the end he noticed all the same. A shoulder could be just a shoulder but when the fabric slipped from perch it gave the hint of nakedness. Nymeria's nakedness was Uther's most guilty pleasure. He drank it in when she was exposed to him, drank her in like a man starved of what he needed. But at all other times he was aware of the sin he committed and it pained his heart. Just not enough to stop him again she beckoned for him or approached him in the cover of nights dark blanket.

When she asked if he could find his way to bed, her voice was more intoxicating than all the wine he had sipped on since the sun was high in the sky. It was only then he broke eye contact, looking down to his maps and drinking from his wine. It had taken only a sentence, a few words from Lady Nymeria and he was suddenly aware of what was between his legs. "I should.....I should finish here. There is much to prepare." In the back of his head he heard echoes of a memory, short breaths and the cry of ecstasy. He wanted to pull the silk robe from her and have her on the table, letter and stone figure scattered without care in their passion. But he was an anointed Knight of the Seven and a man of lesser birth. It was wrong. That's what he told himself in his head, over and over.

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“Perfect, now all we must do is, once again, attempt to track down the man who is my father.”

Nymeria would be lying if she said that she didn’t almost live to please her father and follow in his footsteps, well almost follow in his footsteps. She was one of the many who had the crazy plot of attempting to take King’s Landing, but she would gladly die trying. If she was Queen, oh the things she would do. She would no longer be Nymeria Sand, she would take her father’s last name. That was all part of the plan. Would she marry just to have a male ruler? It would depend on the man and if she felt she needed to.

By this point, Nymeria did notice her silk had slid down her skin, exposing her shoulder. She felt the night air brush along her pale skin and she also noticed Uther’s eyes. Very subtly, Nymeria let the silk slide a little farther down, not far enough to expose anything else, but just enough that she may be able to get him to come to bed. As she walked closer, she let her fingers softly trail down his broad shoulder and arm, her leg softly brushing his thigh as he spoke. Her green eyes shone a little bit in the candles that lit up the room. Her hair was beginning to fall out of the bun just a tad more.

Tilting her head, the young lady simply smiled at him, “No one should be preparing anything at this time of night with the amount you had drunk today.”[/color] She leaned up and whispered it softly into his ear, her lips brushing his skin. Her free hand softly ran down his chest as she almost wrapped herself around him. She allowed her hand to linger closer to between his legs than she should have, but she knew how to get exactly what she wanted, “Would you dare defy one of your Lady’s orders?”
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[Ser Uther Sand]

"When I finish my report on soldiers and supplies, I shall have them sent to Prince Oberyn at once." The Red Viper enjoyed the love of the people in Dorne, he was popular and it was well deserved. He was a graceful and deadly warrior, well suited to his snake moniker. When Nymeria made the effort to reveal more skin, it did not go unnoticed. He felt her fingers dance down his arm, just a thin layer of silk separating her skin from his. Then her leg was against his thigh.

It was not apparent what she wanted. She wanted her Knight. "I would never defy you, my Lady." it came out in something just above a whisper. Uther could feel her hand hovering over his manhood, already coming to life at the thought of her touch. The bastard of House Dayne turned to face her, those big green eyes of hers. They promised things he didn't deserve. His own hands rose now, running across the silk of her robe. Uther was suddenly aware that his fingers were at the center of her robe, it would require the tiniest motion to part it, to reveal the soft globes of flesh that were her skin or the tuft of hair south. He went back to his wild imaginings. The Sword of Morning didn't know if it was weakness that he thought it at all or strength for having stopped himself.

"What would you have of me?" he already knew of course, he accepted he would dishonour his vows for her tonight. He would enjoy the warmth of between her legs, her mouth. He would risk bringing another bastard into the world. He would do what his Lady ordered of him, no matter how she needed him to serve.

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As Uther’s fingers ran between her breasts, right in the center of her robe as small part of her was hopeful that he would simply give a flick of his fingers and allow her robe to slide off her body. The way she looked at him was enough that words almost weren’t needed. Her hand began to slowly slide closer to his manhood, teasing him as her fingers brushed along it softly. “Then come with me, if you do not wish to defy me.” She whispered softly into his ear, her lips brushing along his skin, her other hand trailed along his chest, her fingers brushing against him softly. She wanted him more than anything.

“Do you really need to ask that question, Ser?” she breathed softly as she let her lips skim the back of his neck, “What would I have of you? All of you. I want to feel you,” her voice was a sultry tone, “I want to be fucked so hard I won’t walk the next morning.” Nymeria may have been a lady, but she lived like a whore sometimes. She never once regretted making Uther dishonour his vows as a knight. No one knew and so long as it stayed that way, she would continue to do so. “Take me for all I am Uther.”

At this point, Nymeria let her robe slide down a little further, now revealing more than just a little bit of her breasts. [c]“Come to bed Uther.”

[/b] She said as she stepped back into the light, which made her robe seem almost translucent, revealing how naked she truly was. “Come to my bed Uther.” She spoke, her voice a little less of a demand, and more of a proposition. “Come and get exactly what you want, because I know what I want Ser.” True, they did pose a risk of creating another bastard child, but this was a risk she was always taking. She loved a little risk. [/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Ser Uther Sand]

Ser Uther Sand listened intently as Lady Nymeria spoke in such a sordid manner, that a lady of the courts could have such words! It was inconceivable, yet it set him alright in some deep corner of his mind he had not known he had until recently. When Nymeria let her robe drop lower and revealed her breasts, Uther quickly closed the distance between the two and tugged the robe back into place. His hands moved to protect her modesty but he brought his lips close to hers for a quick, short kiss. "You are mad! If someone saw!" It was unlikely that anyone would see but if they did! It could put Uther in dire situations indeed.

"As you desire, we shall retire to your chambers my Lady." Oh the things Ser Uther did for his dear lady! By day he wore a breastplate, carried his sword and stood be her sword as protector and adviser in matters of combat. During the night he pinned her down and ravished her body, an eager tongue explored every inch of her body, deft hands became familiar with the skin that enjoyed to be touched and became learned in how to touch it just right. He was a loyal sworn sword, if nothing else.

The House Dayne born bastard reached his arms under her legs and to pick her up, moving his lips to kiss her once more. He was quite familiar with where Nymeria slept now, having been there too many times. One hand wrapped around her waist and the other took up the jug of wine he had been filling his cup with. Nymeria was thorough in her passions and loving, they would surely be thankful for refreshing wine later. With Nymeria in one hand and wine in the other Ser Uther carried both through the quiet corridors of Sunspear Castle.

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Nymeria was getting exactly what she wanted from him as she felt their bodies press together. She let the short kiss linger on their lips, she loved his lips and the taste of his mouth, even though she could still taste the wine he had been drinking earlier, it was actually a rather strong taste, but she enjoyed it, never the less. “Then I am mad,” she said, almost calmly, “And if being mad is the only way to woo a man such as yourself then so be it, but do not lie to me and tell me that you didn’t like what you saw.” True, she may have been pushing him, but she knew that’s she would get exactly what she wanted from him.

Softly, she ran her fingers through his hair as she wrapped an arm around his neck, allowing herself to be picked up. As they entered her chambers, she delicately got out of Uther’s arms and took the pitcher of wine from his hand and set it aside before she closed the door. No one would dare disturb her until the late hours of the morning to tell her that she should go and eat something. She looked over her shoulder seductively at Uther, licking her bottom lip for affect before she slowly walked back over to him, allowing her fingers to trail over his manhood and softly stroke it over his pants.

Leaning up on her toes, she brought her lips to his ear, “I want to feel you inside me Ser.”

[/color] She whispered, “I want you between my legs as they tremble.” She breathed out as she continued to stroke him softly, her fingers just barely skimming the top of his pants. She wanted him yes, but she also wanted to tease him and make her work for her body. It was just something she always did. With her other hand, she pulled him closer and brought her face close to his as she let their lips touch in a lingering kiss.
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[Ser Uther Sand]

There wasn't even any pretense to Lady Nymeria now, but any need for that was gone with the wind. They were in her private chambers where they would be safe from prying ears and eyes, she was free to tell him what she wanted. Sometimes it seemed like a blink of an eye since he dropped to one knee and presented her his sword and swore an oath to her serve her and House Martell. Since he had started walking beside her as a bodyguard and advisor on matters of combat. Sometimes it seemed like a hundred years since she had first made her way into his room in the dead of night and slipping out of a silk dress as if it was just a shadow to be stepped out of and like the snake of her moniker had slid into his bed to bind him to her service.

Nymeria had a hand upon his member, rubbing him through the soft silk pants he wore. It kept him very cool, but she was making him very hot. Already he could feel his the erect man flesh ready for her. Her lips were upon his, a kiss he had no interest in breaking. The Sword of the Mornings hands rose to the center of her chest, taking her silk robe and peeling it away, his hands running over chest, shoulder and arm until he let it simply fall away. One good turn deserved another and with Nymeria's silk discarded so to did his need to be. The simple while shirt he wore was tugged out of the matching white silk trousers and Uther started to pull it off, forcing him to break the kiss for a moment. His lips were back upon hers before the shirt hit the ground.