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[She always enjoyed his response to her body. How he nearly waxed on poetic whenever he saw or touched her breasts. She had not thought much of herself, given that she was still growing into her womanly body. Yet his pleasure at the sight of her gave her a surge of strength and certainty.

He found her beautiful.]

Not to the new gods as well? [She didn't know how she managed to jest at a time like this. The way her hips moved and his thrust up in response struck a chord deep in her. Whatever their early fumblings as they learned how to please each other and what to do, she was more in possession of herself. She knew the places for him to touch and move within her.] Gods...you are perfect. The most perfect.

[She struggles to hold herself together the moment his fingers slip between them and begin to tease her. She mutters an oath under her breath, losing control of her speed and rhythm. She was becoming desperate in her movements, so close to the edge.]

Yes...now, my love. Now.

[It was all she could say before she crashed, trembling above hims and weakened by the power of her climax. Her hands held tightly to his arms, digging her nails into his skin as she lost all semblance of thought. There was nothing but what they achieved together and in their lust.]

I am of the North.... [He flashes her a small grin before he gets lost in pleasure again, moving in perfect sync with her. And it wasn't hard to notice how her movements became desperate, almost frantic, she was as close as he was.] Yes...sweetling...yes... [She feels moist and swollen against his fingers and he can't get over the fact how arousing that is. How incredibly erotic it is to notice how her body responds to him. How she gets wet, how she moans and does that utterly sweet thing where she prays and vows everything and more when he pleasures her.]

Now.

[After that he has forgotten about words, about the bed they are lying on, the nebula outside, everything. All he knows of is the overload of pleasure that surges through his body and the sight of his wife above him. The climax is overwhelming, making him lose all sense. One of his hands has found hers and he is holding on to it for dear life but next to that everything is lost while he spills deep inside of her.]

[When she comes to, she realizes that she is holding Robb's hand tightly. Her knuckles are white and the blood seems to be pumping everywhere but in her grip. She's panting, her breath lost to her as the world slowly seeps back into her consciousness. The world had moved beneath them and all she could remember was how good it felt to have him beneath her.

With her free hand, she pushed her hair from her face, sticky and smelling of sweat and sex.]

I love you.

[It was a whisper, nearly indistinguishable against the sound of their breathing.]

[Robb keeps gazing at her while he slowly slips back into the real world. His harsh breaths become more even and he is quite sure he has never been so relaxed as he is now. On the other hand, he has not been sure if he has ever held on to Jeyne as fiercely as he is holding her hand right now.]

That was fantastic. [He laughs breathlessly.] You ride like a true Northern woman. [The words come out softly and there is a bit of a mischievous glint in his eyes. He notices that he likes this adventurous way of bedding her. The teasing and the filthy words. The fantasizing and learning about each other.]

I know you do. [Finally he lets go of her hand and wraps his arms around her to press her close and roll over so that he is on top.] I love you with all my heart, sweetling [He wiggles his hips a little so he can slip out of her properly.]

But I do not think we are entirely done.

[Even though he is not sure if he is able to get his cock to work again.]

[Her face warmed as she blushed, ducking her head to hide the satisfied and very pleased smile he brought out in her. She hadn't thought herself capable of any of this, but somewhere inside of her, there was an impish creature waiting to play and explore with her husband.

By the gods, she actually wanted to be adventurous and find scandalous ways to couple. If only to experience that rush and thrill as their climax hit.]

I need experience, as any Northern woman might. [Meaning that she wants to do that again sometime.] Does your shoulder ache? [She doesn't know if she should be concerned for him or proud of the purple marks darting his skin.]

I do remember your promise to return the gesture and take me as a wolf. [Where she found the courage to roll onto her stomach and raise her hips enticingly, she has no idea. She isn't even certain her body is capable of much movement or if he will have the energy.]

[Robb wants to be the last one who would want to find himself consumed by lust and desire, but there were so many things he wanted to try. Places and positions and lewd fantasies that popped up in his head from time to time.

His father has raised him rather proper. He told him of how to bed a woman when he was ten. And Theon made a whore flash her teats at her a couple of times. And at times he stole kisses from the kitchen maid so he could run off blushing fiercely. But compared to this that was nothing but innocent.]

Hmn... [The sound rumbles in his chest.] ...I agree with you there...you do need more practice. [He absolutely does not mind the marks, in fact, that has been one of the greater things about this. The pleasure combined with the sharp pain of her teeth.]

Exactly. [The tone of his voice is a lazy and content one. And when she rolls over on her stomach he starts to laugh.] You are insatiable, sweetling. [He moves from a lying to a sitting position and finally crawls towards her.] How am I able to resist?

[He leans over her and starts to kiss her back softly, still tired and sticky of all they had done before.]

[It wasn't until now that she could enjoy the luxury of the room or the lights and colors that the nebula cast over them. Her mind had been clouded by lust and the impatience of being with Robb once again.

Lying on her stomach and feeling her husband kiss her gently, she could bask in the warm feeling of the afterglow and drink in the beauty of their surroundings. Never in her life had she pictured anything like this, and no matter the circumstances, she felt like they had found their forever.]

Only for you. [She glanced at him over her shoulder.] I'm only insatiable for you. [Which was the truth of the matter. The idealistic notions of love from her girlhood had disappeared when she met Robb. Her world changed and she had changed.

She laughed, remembering a rumor that the kitchen girls had whispered at her during the siege.] You may not turn into a wolf, but you have the appetite of one.

[Robb is absolutely not thinking of nebulas and lights and the prettiness of it all. His mouth occupies itself with kissing her back while his head slowly starts to fill itself with lewd fantasies again. He remembers her cries and the way her breasts jiggled when she rode him. The intensity of it all.

A soft, approving rumble escapes his mouth at her words.]

That’s good... [He places more kisses on her back, ending the series of kisses up with a small, sharp bite in her neck.] ...I would not want it any other way. [After that he moves to her neck, teeth moving over her skin. There is no denying in how thrilling this is to him. There is a certain tension that he has never felt before and he wishes to explore it, to push it further. Beyond anything they have ever done.]

I will show you how much of a wolf I can be. [One of his arms wraps itself around her waist, fingers searching for one of her breasts. It is difficult to coordinate from above her now she is lying on her stomach.]

I wonder if...you feel this as well. [Because it would be nice if she could feel that tension as well. That intense sort of urge to go beyond everything they have ever known.] The things I think of...they are beyond filthy. [The confession makes his cheeks redden a little.]

[Her eyes slid shut as his lips brushed over her back. Her breath had steadied itself earlier, but it was now becoming heavy and deep once more.

His teeth catch her off guard, the pain quickly melding into pleasure. She moaned sharply, feeling her heart skip a beat.]

Gods, Robb. [She shivered against him, turning her head so that she could look back at him, allowing him to see the dark pools that were her eyes.] Do it again?

[She shifted, helping to guide his hand back towards her breast. Her nipples hardened from the kisses and bites he bestowed on her, still sensitive from their earlier efforts. She shivered against him, drawing in a sharp breath of desire.]

Will you take me in the manner of wolves? [It was a suggestion that should horrify her and make her blush, but in the depths of her lust, she felt reckless and adventurous. She wanted to explore all the ways they could have each other and the desperation they could drive their desire to.

She more than felt that tension, she was feeding on it just he seemed to.] I do, Robb. [She ducked her face behind her hair once more.] The things I think of when we are like this...they are beyond obscene. I'm hardly a proper lady in bed with you.

I have no idea if I can... [He admits it softly. Most of the time it takes a while before he would be able to get everything up and running again. He has never tried bedding her for a second time right after the first time.] ...but gods, I wish to try...especially with you looking at me like that. It would drive any man mad.

[A soft, satisfied noise escapes his mouth when she guides his hand back to her breasts. He loves the feel of them and he loves it when her nipples harden because of his touches. It was such a wonderful thing to behold.

Well, and to be fair, Robb isn’t an expert on how wolves mate. But he thinks it must be ferocious and rough, like when dogs do it only in a more wolfish way. He thinks he can do it. To take her in such way.]

You do not leave me another choice. I crave to have you...to mark you. [The words sound a bit stunted when they come from his mouth, but the lust is certainly there. The intention is there as well. He presses his body closer to hers and keeps stroking her nipple with the tip of his thumb. The other hand travels downwards, fingers sliding over her stomach in a sure way.]

Tell me of them. [Have they ever exchanged such thoughts? Were they ever that bold?]

I...could find ways to rouse you. [She had done certain things before their couplings, but had never tried after when he had been spent. A part of her wondered if it were possible. If it was, it would be a testament for how much he truly wanted her. She would wear that honor with pride.] Am I as tempting as that?

[She whimpered against the blankets, the warmth of his hand chasing away the cold that lingered on her damp skin. She was smoldering back to life, drawn back to the heat by his touch and obvious interest. A shiver ran down her spine towards her nether region, causing her to give a breathless moan.

She loved how he touched and explored her. There was such a reverence in it, a near worship of her breasts and body. That in itself was arousing, more than anything else she could imagine.] I want to be marked by you in all the places that can be seen.

[She knew the direction his hand was heading and felt her body respond with heat and dampness.

Yet, it was still hard to give voice to the things she had thought and imagined she'd do with him.]

I... [She was still a proper lady and they had never been this bold. Focusing completely on his hands and the response they brought, she summoned her courage and adventurous side. Why shouldn't they be bold? They were wed and ravenous for each other.] I picture us sometimes in places that are more open, taking each other brazenly. We always were so loud in our tent...I rather enjoyed it.

You can always rouse me... [Robb knows it is a matter of time before his cock would start stirring again.] ...the mere sight of your body... [Has he ever been more aware of how her skin feels under his hand? How her muscles tense and relax?]

It is different now... [It is as if he sees her and feels her differently. There is no rush, no pressure. Has there ever been something more sweet?] I will. Every bit of you. And everyone should see. [He buries his head in the crook of her neck, lips pressed against that spot underneath her ear.] I am so glad I have two hands. Now I can touch your teats with one and have the other between your legs. [Because he knows how that works now.]

Tell me more. [While he says that his hand travels lower, fingers dipping into her bellybutton.] I need to hear more, sweetling. [And his hand goes lower and lower, fingers stretching out.]

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[She shivered at the words, a small moan passing through her lips. Her body responding to his touch and kisses. The feel of his skin against hers made her head spin and the world to blur to around them.]

I pray the day never comes that you don't want me. [Her voice was nothing more than a strained whisper, a hunger rising in her that surpassed the first.] Do you want the entire fleet to know I am yours? [The thought was exciting, her nipples hardening both from his attention and the idea of his desire for her being seen.] Mmm, you do know how to properly touch me.

[She bit her lower lip, letting her eyes shut as she felt his fingers dip lower.]

I sometimes wish that you would find me when I am in the shower. I think of what would happen if you joined me there.

Haven’t we already let them know? [He can recall that they have been quite loud at earlier moments, unable to keep silence while expressing there need for one another.] Or do you wish to remind them? [While he has himself pressed against her he starts to move his hips a little, grinding into her, pleased to know that he is growing hard again.]

Finding you in the shower would be the easiest thing for me to do. [Lower and lower he goes, eager to touch her, to drive her mad with want.] I think I would not be able to keep my hands off of you... [He gives her nipple a small, playful pinch.] ...I would want to have you... [His lips move against her ears.] ...I would need you...

[When his fingers find that sweet spot between her legs he utters a groan, noticing how warm and wet it is. As if she has never grown dry after their first round.]

Like you need me now.

I think the entire fleet knows. [There was something thrilling about that. Their cries were as uncontainable as their passions.] They will be reminded nightly and often publicly, if our fantasies become reality. [Her voice broke at the feeling of him grinding against her rear. Her body shivered as gooseflesh raised along her skin.] Gods, Robb.

I have told you what I imagine. [She can hardly think or breathe at the delicious things he whispers into her ears and the feeling of his hand beginning to slip between her legs. She is keening, begging him to satisfy the hunger raging inside of her. She is more than ready for him, heated and wet.] Tell me what you imagine. Tell me as you touch me.

[It seemed like such an obscene request, but it was just one more daring request born out of her passion for him.]

I do need you. Please, Robb.

[Robb hasn’t been that daring back at Riverrun. Of course, he had taken her in a corner, or sitting in a chair but never at places where people could see. Doors were always closed and safely guarded.

But this is not Westeros. And he is no king. What a relief, actually.]

Hmn...you are such a mischievous girl, Jeyne. Wanting me where everyone can see. [But gods, what a thrill would that be... The sheer idea makes him grind against her just a little bit more, eager for friction.]

Very well. [Once again he groans as his fingers slide in deeper.] I like it when you are moist like this, Jeyne. Gods...there is no better feeling than that... [That is most definitely an obscene request but Robb realizes he does not really mind the obscenity of it all. In fact, he wants to encourage it. He wants to explore this.

And despite the fact his cheeks flush greatly he brings his lips close to her ear again.] ...you have the sweetest cunt in all the realms, Jeyne. Of the entire universe. And space. I wish to have... [Robb silences to think for a moment, focusing his attention on what his fingers are doing between her legs.] ...you inside one of the smaller ships, the ones that transport us between others. [That sounds extremely adventurous.]

[The ways he had taken her at Riverrun had seemed daring then, far more than what she had imagined or overheard from the kitchen ladies. She had been sheltered, spared from much talk of what was expected in the marriage bed. It wasn't proper for a lady to hear of such things.

Perhaps that was why she and Robb had been so eager and desperate to explore? She wanted to know all the ways he could make her body sing with pleasure.]

I want you in every way and everywhere. [She murmured to him, shutting her eyes as she whimpered at the feel of him against her. He was fanning the flames inside of her, making her hungry for him once more.] But I cannot deny that I want to be wicked with you.

[She moaned once more, rocking her hips to relieve the building need that was growing inside of her. His touch never failed to rouse her and she felt herself grow wetter in response.] Robb... [She turned crimson, thrilled by his praise towards her body. It was wicked and obscene, but exciting. Her heartbeat increased in fervency.] Between one ship and another, with only the stars around us. I should like that.

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[Even though the largest part of his brain has migrated to his cock by now he realizes that they have never talked about this in the way they do now. A shuddering sigh escapes his mouth at the filthiness of it all.]

Me too. [It is all he can croak out while his hips start to move in a more insistent way, every nerve in his body focused on the need for that friction, for satisfaction.] This is just the beginning. [He does not entirely realizes that his body is doing the thinking for him, knowing exactly what to do, how to have her. It is as if he is running on instinct instead of common sense.]

Sweetling...I...I cannot wait any longer. [Because, gods she is so wet and with every movement, every breath, every word, she seems to grow more wet.] Raise your arse a little more. [He leans back again and places one of his hands between her shoulder blades, pressing her gently against the soft blankets of the bed. Two fingers of his other hand are inside of her, lingering, wanting to tell her that they will make place for something slightly bigger within a couple of minutes.]

[She was growing close, just between his fingers and the feeling of his cock pressed against her arse. Her body quivered as she rocked back against him, grinding him harder against her skin. She lost her control, encouraging him to rut with her, as though she were nothing more than a wanton maid.

When she had pictured marriage and what was required, it had always seemed like an unpleasant burden that she would have to endure and wait to be over. This, it was something she craved and prayed to fill her nights with. He would whisper how exciting it was to feel her wet and ready for him, but there was nothing more thrilling to her than Robb aroused and grinding into her.]

You don't have to wait. [She felt as though she had no breath left, he had stolen it all.] You can have me in all the ways you want. [She couldn't forget the words exchanged in the market. They had promised each other a night full of this.

She followed his guidance, raising her hips like a wolf in heat, encouraging him to have her as he pleased. Her fingers gripped the sheets, anticipating when his fingers would be replaced by something that would satisfy her need.]

My love, my wolf husband. What you do to me.

[If Jeyne would look behind her she’d find Robb’s face as red as a beet. Not that he was ashamed, no, they passed that station, but to take her in such a manner. He found it daring and beyond arousing. No man could remain calm when being in a situation like this. He bites his lip, his breathing harsh and slightly uneven.

To him Jeyne was the most enticing creature in the world. The most desirable of all. From her hair to her face, to her perfect breasts. Even though marrying her had led to his death, he does not feel regret. He would never regret making that choice. Choosing her.]

Then I will. [At this point he could hear the blood pumping through his veins, a soft rush filling her ears mixed with the sound of their breathing and his loud and fast heartbeat.

He had expected some sort of clumsiness, an inability to get it in or mistake one hole for the other. But she raises her ass up the way he wants her to and there is no mistake where he should slide his cock in. And gods, he likes it to be called ‘wolf husband’, not that he has particularly identified himself with one, but it makes him feel strong…still important.]

I love you… [Robb utters the words while he enters her, both hands resting on her hips now, gasping at her heat, her wetness.] Allow me… [It would be folly to wait any longer, especially with every bit of him on edge, waiting for a sweet release, for friction, for her. And without any further ado he starts to move, trying to put all his insecurity aside and fuck her in a firm and fast way.]

[There was a benefit to this position, allowing Jeyne to duck her face behind her hair and allow her shyness to be overtaken by lust instead. A part of her had wanted him in this way, even without knowing how to express it. The daring of it, the thrill of being in a new position had her keening and rocking back in encouragement.]

Please...yes...[She whispered in a rush, shutting her eyes as she drank in the sensation of his cock filling her. That hum of need roared to life, causing her body to sing with hunger. She had never been so adventurous or insatiable until she met Robb. She had always assumed she would be a dutiful wife, but never believed herself capable of this.

One single night of comfort and sorrow had lead to this, nights filled with passion and desire. She felt favored by the gods.] Oh please Robb, I'm so close.

[His fingers had near pushed her over the edge, now his cock would finish it for her.] I love you. [She wanted to be fucked, to be pushed into climax again and then once more. To be pushed into near frenzy, just as he would be. It was wild and obscene, but she did want anything else.]

[Robb cannot put his finger on it entirely but to take Jeyne in this way makes him feel more like...well, like a man. He feels strong and every time he sees her pushing back against his cock he cannot help a sound. And who would he be to not give his lady wife what she wants. The idea of her being close sends a shiver up and down his spine.]

Already...? [His voice is rough and breathless when he speaks.] The night is still so young... [But he would not last forever either. This new position is too exciting, so bold and so lewd that it saddens him that he has not tried it earlier.] Oh Jeyne...

[Eventually it feels as if everything comes in some sort of automatic way. As if his body knows exactly how to respond, as if his hips know exactly how to move. His fingernails dig into her skin as he holds her and somewhere he knows he is being loud, letting his pleasure known by groaning and uttering Jeyne's name.

And his body does not flinch and his cock does not fly out halfway. He maintains that firm rhythm as he has done nothing else in his life.]

Your fingers... [The words are lost within a series of gasps and shivers, her cries far from soft. Every time he pressed into her, she made an audible noise, being pushed already into climax. She pressed her face against the sheets, trying to suppress the curses that fell quickly from her mouth.

He kept moving and just as she had climaxed, she was working steadily towards another. This position doing nothing but teasing her already sensitive core. She pressed back harder, squeezing around him as he moved inside her. Her nails dug into the sheets, holding tightly to them as she lost all semblance of control.]

Seven hells, Robb!

[He knew how to move in her, how to respond and when to increase the pace. It didn't feel as if this was their first time in this position. He rolled his hips expertly and held tightly to her, guiding her movements as well. They were near lost in it all and she only could wish they had tried it before.]

[Robb does his best. He does his best in a way that tiny beads of sweat appear on his forehead. The noises she makes are addicting, the sweetest sounds he has ever heard. Once again he realizes how good it is to love another. How it brought clearance in the confusion that surrounded him.

He presses his mouth against the skin of her back and grins when she exclaims those words.]

Gods, I'm so close... [When he feels how she tightens around him it is bloody hard to maintain this and not lose himself in the delicious heat of her cunt.] ...sweetling...I cannot...

[A soft noise escapes his mouth before he speaks again.]

...Tell me...when you wish me to...

[She can barely contain herself. She clenches tightly to him, her heat like an inferno as he thrusts more rapidly inside her. Her cries were far from contained. They had lost themselves in each other with the same unbridled passion they had felt at her arrival.

Grabbing hold of his hand, she guided his hand between her legs, encouraging him to touch her.]

Close...a little...[she moaned, biting her lower lip.] ...a little more.

[She pushed her hips back against him. His thrusts barely pulling him from inside her.]

Now! Come, Robb. Please.

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