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Chapter 73: Breaking She-Bear! - Part 1 (NSFW)
🕑 Added 2024-04-12 00:29:14 +0000 UTCDamian watched as her robe unparted and slid down her shoulders, revealing her magnificent pair of breasts and child-bearing hips.
"Well..." Dacey unabashedly placed her hands on her hips, jutting her two cherry-topped milky white breasts. "If I can't have you as my husband, I will have you as my lover, even if it's only for a single night."
In the moments when Damian skillfully intercepted the axe thrown by Cleftjaw in the hall, stopping it just before her face before effortlessly hurling it back at the fleeing Ironborn, Dacey swore to herself. Her desire became crystal clear – she wanted nothing more than to see the Swift Wolf naked in her bed. Her body became more and more sensitive as she thought about that. It was burning hot, and her cunt started getting wet.
Damian quickly realized her intentions were more about her desires than any political plan. Not that she wanted to be with him and then ask him to marry her as if it was to save her honour.
Thinking about it, he remembered the Mormont's, especially Maege Mormont, were quite open-minded. People said she had many secret lovers, and nobody knew who they were. All her daughters had allegedly different fathers she met and fancied in her life. Some even say she laid with bears to give birth to her daughters; who knows what's true? Damian wasn't dumb enough to ask her that question and get his head smashed with her club.
Before him stood a lady, unveiled and expressing her desire for a night free of obligations. Given that she had stood by him and fought alongside him in battle, how could a Stark turn away from her request?
And now it was Dacey's moment to witness the young man before her mirror her actions. He undid his robes, allowing them to fall gracefully to the ground, followed by his breeches, leaving him in a state of natural simplicity, as she was.
When Dacey first caught sight of him in his leather armor, she could sense his strength. Yet, standing before her now, he appeared even more formidable than she'd imagined—a lean muscular body with ripped arms, toned chest, chiseled stomach, and muscular legs. Every inch of him was sculpted with muscle, down to what was, by her estimation, the most magnificent piece of meat she'd ever laid eyes on.
Dacey swallowed audibly, and her heartbeat quickened as she thought about how large he must be fully engorged.
Damian's cock was relaxed, and resting halfway down his muscular thigh, the silhouette of his figure outlined against the dim light, revealing a physique much more imposing than she had anticipated. Dacey was no stranger to the tales shared among her companions or the occasional glimpses of Mormont men, known for their robust builds. Damian's soft, swinging cock looked to be about around the same size flaccid that most of the men she had seen hard.
If Leona were to see Damian now, she would definitely be surprised to see his cock size being bigger than before when he was with her. The increase in stats and magic at the time of Damian's growth spurt had truly made his manhood grow to his full Stark lineage potential.
Dacey's heart quickened with anticipation, her breath catching as she pondered the prospect of the night ahead. The air between them was thick, promising what was to come.
"Taken your measure of me?" Damian queried, his tone imbued with a jesting lightness.
With a slight hesitance, she raised her eyes to meet his, those vibrant grey orbs gleaming with unmistakable mirth.
"And I'm not ashamed to do so." Dacey boldly replied back.
At that moment, who first succumbed to the inexplicable magnetism between them was a matter unknown. Damian felt a spark ignite within, a flame stirred alive by their mutual gaze. Dacey, too, felt this fervent kindling, an inner fire that roared to life without warning. Without a moment's delay, they diminished the space that lay between them, their actions turning into a gentle flurry of kisses shared with increasing fervour.
Never dropping her seductive smirk, she continued to grind her body against Damian's, her groin pressing up against his, and her against his flat but sturdy chest. Damian's penis became very hard and came to half-mast, more anxious than ever to rut Dacey who also felt his eagerness. But to his frustration, Dacey ended their deep kiss and pulled back before pushing him to sit on the chair behind him and straddling him.
Nestled in Damian's embrace, Dacey's kisses grew more fervent. Damian was equally fervent as his lips descended on her in a crazed frenzy before his tongue forced its way into her mouth and coaxed a moan from deep within her throat in a matter of minutes. Damian's hands ventured across the expanse of her back, tracing the lines of her body with a fervour that left no room for hesitation.
When Damian had ceased his assault upon her lips, which left her both swollen and breathless, and yet aching for more, he tarried not a moment before he commenced his earnest attentions upon her neck. Dacey, caught betwixt pleasure and pain, did draw him nearer unto her own flesh.
Her hands wandered over the strength of his back, and she found herself most pleasantly surprised and did gasp aloud when he did moisten a generous stretch of her delectable neck, thereafter sucking upon the spot before he lightly bit into the flesh, leaving a modest mark.
Dacey cried out his name, "Oh, Damian!"
He did chuckle, a sound borne of delight and surprise, at the resonance of his name as it spilled forth from her lips—a soft utterance that fluttered through the air like a velvet ribbon.
Her hands, emboldened by the palpable desire that charged the space between them, ventured daringly toward his thighs. Her fingertips, delicate yet deliberate, traced a languid path across the rugged landscape of his legs, there was nothing between them to mask the heat of his flesh. As her nails grazed the increasingly stiffening length of his manhood, a thrill of anticipation coursed through him, his breath catching in his throat her finger slightly cupped his balls below.
Damian found himself fully aroused, the sensation as overwhelming as it was sudden. Dacey’s warm hand clasped firmly around his cock, her grip both tender and commanding, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room that prickled his skin elsewhere. Her touch was like fire, igniting a fierce blaze of longing that threatened to consume him wholly.
With a gentle insistence, she guided his wandering right hand—its fingers previously lost in the silken strands of her hair—to the voluptuous curve of her posterior. The flesh was ample and taut beneath his touch, a delightful contradiction that drew a deep groan from his chest. Encouraged by her guiding hand, he explored the supple roundness before she led his fingers onward, upward, to rest upon the soft, yielding swell of her left breast.
The breast was a tender orb, full and ripe. His thumb brushed lightly, almost reverently, against the hardened peak of her nipple, a gesture that elicited from her lips a sigh of such sweet longing that it resonated within the very core of his being.
The sensation of her nipple, firm against his skin, spurred a deeper exploration; his fingers enveloped her breast, marvelling at the weight and warmth as he caressed her, each movement designed to stoke the flames of desire that clearly burned within them both.
Damian's senses were alight with the intoxicating blend of scents in the air—the faint perfume of Dacey’s hair mingled with the more earthy tones of their skin and the musky depth of their arousal. The room, once merely a backdrop, now seemed an integral part of their encounter, its walls bearing silent witness to the burgeoning passion that unfolded within its confines.
As Dacey’s skilled hand masterfully stroked his throbbing, engorged length, each movement synchronized with the rhythmic beating of his heart, Damian was swept into a whirlwind of sensation and emotion.
Dacey had been stroking Damian for a while; the room's humid air and their escalating lust and passion made their bodies begin to glisten with sweat.
Finally, Dacey rose from Damian's lap, firmly holding his cock, and led him towards the bed.
"I'll take care of this bad boy. Just relax," she said, guiding him down onto the bed. Damian followed her lead willingly.
As Dacey guided him to the edge of the bed, her touch firm yet tender on his rigid length, Damian felt a surge of excitement pulse through him.
"Make yourself comfortable," Dacey whispered, her voice thick with promise as she gently pushed him down onto the mattress. Damian's back hit the bed with a soft thud, and he lay back, his breathing deep and uneven as he surrendered to Dacey's confident hands, curious to see what she had in mind.
