[ His mouth is hot and quick upon her and does not hesitate in looking to suckle the sweetness from her human body. It is a voraciousness that marks everything the mockingbird lord does; his smile, his bow, his constant lies, his quickening lord's kiss — they are all symptoms of the hunger that burns deep inside his hollow breast. And it is that same hunger that will make Baelish a true conquerer in the end.
(The thought alone is enough to turn the warbird's own desires into a seething ache.)
Twisting against her bonds, her throat still held fast by the very end of her chain, the whole of her arches, hips leading to find purchase against that silver tongue. ]
I hate this body, [ she hisses through her teeth, the sharp exhalation of air that accompanies the words a mix of frustration and thinly-veiled pleasure. Although the warbird does not say explicitly, the implication hangs between them in the heady air: as much of a prison as her body may be, the pleasure Lord Baelish gives her makes it tolerable (makes it favorable only for passing moment). ] Free me from it. And you shall win your reward.
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(The thought alone is enough to turn the warbird's own desires into a seething ache.)
Twisting against her bonds, her throat still held fast by the very end of her chain, the whole of her arches, hips leading to find purchase against that silver tongue. ]
I hate this body, [ she hisses through her teeth, the sharp exhalation of air that accompanies the words a mix of frustration and thinly-veiled pleasure. Although the warbird does not say explicitly, the implication hangs between them in the heady air: as much of a prison as her body may be, the pleasure Lord Baelish gives her makes it tolerable (makes it favorable only for passing moment). ] Free me from it. And you shall win your reward.