[She does near whine. Pressed so roughly against the stone, having that tight control taken from her, him buried deep enough she might taste him, she didn't want to hurry back. She wanted another hurried rut, another jolt of fear they'd be caught. All of it would keep her rigid sense duty at bay and let her truly breathe.
She knows later she'll worry, later there will be shame and fear. For a moment, she wasn't herself. It was perhaps why she taunted him:] No, never again. [It was said even as she wriggled, tightening around him again. She was testing the waters of her abilities, wondering if this was how others ladies were or if she acted the whore. For a moment, she was someone else and liked the steps of this new dance.
There was a moan from where she moved just right, sending another bolt of pleasure through her. She should fix her appearance and hurry away, but it was so delicious to move and freely tease his cock still inside her. Protesting what she was actually working towards. She was sore, but it left her only more aroused. Otherwise, she would not dare to needle him so enthusiastically.]
You must find another to satisfy your lusts. I won't be privy to them. [She tightened again, daring him to try and forget this. Another lady might do it better, have him more expertly, but Alicent was at least learning a little seduction. She didn't flatter herself or was so naive to think he loved her. It was the sport of lust and want. Such things faded. She had been at court long enough to see that first hand. There was the brief fury of passion, but such flames always died in the end.
She had no reason to think that Daemon would be different, even as he swore another meeting. It would happen, she knew that. It was inevitable after giving in once, but it was not like to last the whole of the progress.
After, he'd have another woman and Alicent could return to her husband and duty and put all of this from her mind.
Another rock, another squeeze, attempting to milk what want was left. Oh but it felt so good that time didn't seem relevant.]
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She knows later she'll worry, later there will be shame and fear. For a moment, she wasn't herself. It was perhaps why she taunted him:] No, never again. [It was said even as she wriggled, tightening around him again. She was testing the waters of her abilities, wondering if this was how others ladies were or if she acted the whore. For a moment, she was someone else and liked the steps of this new dance.
There was a moan from where she moved just right, sending another bolt of pleasure through her. She should fix her appearance and hurry away, but it was so delicious to move and freely tease his cock still inside her. Protesting what she was actually working towards. She was sore, but it left her only more aroused. Otherwise, she would not dare to needle him so enthusiastically.]
You must find another to satisfy your lusts. I won't be privy to them. [She tightened again, daring him to try and forget this. Another lady might do it better, have him more expertly, but Alicent was at least learning a little seduction. She didn't flatter herself or was so naive to think he loved her. It was the sport of lust and want. Such things faded. She had been at court long enough to see that first hand. There was the brief fury of passion, but such flames always died in the end.
She had no reason to think that Daemon would be different, even as he swore another meeting. It would happen, she knew that. It was inevitable after giving in once, but it was not like to last the whole of the progress.
After, he'd have another woman and Alicent could return to her husband and duty and put all of this from her mind.
Another rock, another squeeze, attempting to milk what want was left. Oh but it felt so good that time didn't seem relevant.]