#coldcastles

@coldcastles asked: [ grind ] rhaenyra straddles aegon's lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

Marriage   was   an   add   thing,   and   by   all   means,   neither   of   them   lik   the   other   and   yet,   he   often   found   himself   lost   in   the   confidence   she   excludes,   or   the   way   she   seems   all   the   way   too   desperate   to   be   around   him,   to   have   anything,   anyone'   inside   her.   The   Realm's   Delight   but   she   is   now   all   his   and   he   will   make   sure   the   Kingdom   and   his   sister   wife   knows   it   too.   His   hands   place   with   ease   on   each   side   of   her   hips   as   she   straggle   him,   the   carriage   jumping   through   a   rock,   causing   him   to   make   his   grip   grow   tighter   and   guiding   the   motion   of   her   hips   against   his   own.  

THE PASSION OF KING AEGON I AND QUEEN RHAENYS.

The Queen Rhaenys was famous for her court parties and entertainment. Her weapons were of political alliances and enjoyment, make those unease with the dragons loose themselves in the parties and licor and leave them vulnerable for whatever desire they wanted. The Queen drew attention to herself, a valyrian beauty whose courtly loving attention drew women and men alike to her side. But at times, when the King grew jealous of the attention his wife would get, he would join her in her games and parties. Everyone knew, of course, and once the room was locked, they envolved themselves in the same passion that coursed on their bodies like the fire and blood of their house. Rhaenys would let him watch first, the attention she was given only fueling the later passion they both desired. No order would be given when the room stopped at the vision of the king doning a mask that matched her own. It is said the sounds echoed through the night at the fort.

@coldcastles asked: For AEGON II from GANNICA GRIMM (x) "You are my king, Aegon, and I need you." (Gannica, trying to be a royal mistress)

A   warm   bed   is   rarity   for   him   those   days.   A   crown   weights   heavy   on   his   head   since   his   mother   took   him   to   the   Septor   and   a   crown   was   put   on   his   head   and   the   Conqueror's   sword   settle   on   his   hand.   Helaena   had   been   too   distraught   to   want   more   children   and   he   was   witness   of   his   sister-wife   fading   from   reality   the   more   time   passed   after   the   death   of   their   son.   A   pale   ghost   that   haunted   the   Keep   alongside   with   the   cats   that   now   roamed   the   palace   instead   of   the   ratcatchers.  

Both   of   them   had   trouble   sharing   a   bed   after   that,   for   it   had   always   been   a   marriage   of   force,   imposed   by   his   mother   and   grandsire   and   now,   there   are   whispers   that   his   sweet   sister   had   lost   her   last   marbles.   Some   advised   him   to   take   a   mistress   and   perhaps   later,   if   things   soured   further,   to   take   that   mistress   as   a   wife.   The   thought   crosses   his   mind   when   Gannica   Grimm   from   the   Reach   comes   to   him.   She   is   a   flirtacious   little   thing,   all   wandering   hands   and   passing   touches,   a   subtle   art   about   it,   but   clear   enough   that   anyone   with   eyes   could   see   what   game   she   played.  

beep beep how’s my portrayal?

* 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 . . . from @coldcastles

Joel had no prior experience taking the life of another prior to the outbreak. His first kill was his infected neighbor, Jimmy Cooper, who had pursued Joel after an altercation and broke through the sliding glass door of Joel's home. He was forced to shoot the man in the head to keep himself and his daughter safe. As it was his first time taking someone's life, the kill has stuck with Joel, especially during the first few years following the outbreak. As the years go on, and Joel becomes more hardened to the world around him, Jimmy fades from his mind ──── just another poor son of a bitch that got infected with no hope of survival.

@coldcastles asked: [ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, daemon pins laena's wrists above their head

Passion   always   run   wild   through   them.   He   is   fire   and   blood   personified   and   Laena,   for   all   of   her   talk   of   fire   in   her   blood,   she   is   also   salt   and   sea   and   sometimes,   they   clash.   It's   not   often.   Their   energies   often   match   one   another   but   now,   away   from   home   and   desiring   to   be   close   to   Driftmark   and   her   family,   they   had   argued,   she   is   thankful   the   girls   are   elsewhere,   playing   and   being   young.   Laena   doesn't   think   Daemon   plays   or   fights   fair,   even   when   it   is   a   domestic   thing,   as   his   hands   trap   her   own   wrist   above   her   head   and   her   body   pressed   against   the   wall   and   she   can   feel   him,   hard   and   firm   against   her.  

@coldcastles asked:

“say please.” from THEO TYRELL to AERA TARGARYEN

A   Princess   would   never   say   please   or   beg,   specially   not   to   a   man   who   just   only   now   has   risen   to   his   station.   She   would   beg   her   brothers   and   taunt   them   with   the   temptations   and   desires   of   their   house   but   never   a   stranger   and   yet,   his   hand   upon   her   throat,   not   hurting   but   giving   the   right   amount   of   pleasure   makes   Aera   squirm   and   moan   in   desire,   her   legs   pressing   together   to   give   herself   some   release,   and   hoping   he   would   hear   the   wetness   that   drip   from   her   legs   oh   so   easily   as   he   traps   her.   "I   could   feed   you   to   my   dragon   for   this."   And   yet,   she   finds   herself   rising   her   body   ,arching   her   back   upward   so   bare   breast   brush   against   his   chest   and   then   her   lips,   brushing   over   the   line   of   his   jaw,   biting,   nibbling,   hoping   to   leave   her   own   marks   on   his   body.

  "Please.   Forget   my   title   and   yours   and   fuck   me   as   a   man   will   a   woman.   I   did   not   guide   you   to   my   rooms   for   the   sake   of   pleasantries."   Oh   no.   If   she   is   to   wed   a   man,   she   is   going   to   test   said   man's   prowess   in   bed.   For   her,   three   qualities   a   man   need   to   have   for   her   to   take   her   hand   in   marriage;   skilled   in   politics,   skilled   in   chivalry,   skilled   in   the   room.   He   seem   to   thrive   on   all   the   first   two   considering   he   is   from   the   Reach,   and   now,   she   is   testing   the   third   skill.   He   did   not   seem   to   care   about   her   title   or   the   fact   this   would   ruin   her   reputation.  

@coldcastles asked:

[steady.] QUENTON QOHERYS holds MYRA TULLY'S trembling hands down gently against the sheets.

The   wedding   night   is   something   she   has   prepared   herself   for.   Reading   books   and   asking   other   women   of   how   to   make   it   good   for   her   husband.   Her   Septa   had   said   many   things,   unpleasant   as   they   were   and   her   thirst   for   knowledge   led   her   to   visit   a   pleasure   house   in   the   depth   of   night   and   ask   for   more   advice,   surely   there   was   a   reason   why   many   men   sought   them,   surely.   And   yet,   when   the   moment   came,   when   she   found   herself   bare   and   his   body   pressing   against   her   own,   she   found   herself   trembling.   It   was   a   kind   gesture   of   Quenton   to   hold   her   hands,   from   where   she   had   them,   covering   her   breast   to   rest   on   each   side   of   her   head.  

As   gentle   as   the   gesture   was,   there   was   a   rush   of   heat   through   her   body   that   enjoyed   the   feeling   of   being   pressed   by   him,   on   their   bed.   "Surely   you   had   more.   .   .larger women."   She   is   petite,   her   breast   are   nice,   she   thinks,   tender   and   firm,   and   even   now,   as   they   press   against   his   chest,   firm   and   hard   but   still,   she   feels   small   compared   to   him.   Feeling   him   through   the   remains   of   his   breeches   made   her   quiver,   surely,   he   would   not   fit,   would   he?   She   felt   her   legs   squeeze   in   thought,   and   the   friction   brought   a   rush   of   pleasure.   Myra   is   thankful   then,   that   he   called   the   tradition   of   the   consummation   off,   so   no   lords   or   ladies   would   witness   it,   though   she   is   certain   the   guards   outside   the   door   would   say   a   word   to   her   father   if   nothing   was   consummated   that   night.