The Storming of the Crag

[goodandtrue]

"It would do well for us, Jeyne, if you would nurse the Young Wolf back to health." So Jeyne's mother had told her. Her mind felt as besieged as the Crag had been days before. The relative peace of her childhood home had ended when Jamie Lannister had first called the banners, drawing her father away from his family to help the Kingslayer march against Robb Stark, the rebel king. News had trickled slowly back to the Westerlings, news of the various victories that had been achieved in the Riverlands, as well as Jamie's confidence that soon the rebellion would be squashed and the Starks sent running back to the North.

So they had all been lead to hope, but Robb Stark had been underestimated. Despite his youth, he had defied expectations and driven back the Lannister forces, eventually overrunning the Kingslayer before taking him hostage along with her father. When the news arrived, it had broken the innocence that Jeyne had lived under, plunging her into the realities of war.

For the Westermen that returned home injured or missing limbs, she helped tend to them, brew concoctions alongside her mother and making them as comfortable as possible. She had not been spared the brutalities of the battlefield, seeing first hand what could come from such rage and bloodshed. It was why, when she heard that the Stark forces were marching on the Crag, she understood how devastating the toll would be.

Like her mother, she attempted to adopt a brave face, even as the Stark soldiers volleyed arrows and rammed the gates. As men fell, men she knew and loved, Jeyne watched with horror, seeing monstrosities and carnage that she never could imagined. A giant beast roamed the battlefield, tearing apart the Westerling soldiers, including a boy that Jeyne had played with when they were children. She watched all of this from the tower, standing beside her mother as the battle shifted in the favor of the Young Wolf, as though there were any other conclusion.

It was only after the battle that Jeyne had learned that the losses were well balanced on both sides. Robb Stark's soldiers had fallen as well, many cut down at the siege of the gate, the Westerling arrows well shot and true. For all of his luck, Robb Stark had not escaped injury. He had been shot as well, the arrow tip managing to only strike him in the arm, having missed his heart.

The situation was now an ironic one. Her home had been seized and the Westerlings were now prisoners, but her family was urging for her to nurse the Young Wolf back to health. It was a task she dreaded, as she had no idea what to expect (or even what her mother hoped would come out of this, if anything). For her brothers and sister, she did as she was bid, finding herself moved by the severity of his injury and how hopeless he seemed.

For days, the fever lasted and Robb seemed to exist between a state of twilight and consciousness. It was only when he was asleep that Jeyne allowed herself to analyze him, assessing his features and youth. He was near her age and handsome, far more than she had first assumed. There was a heaviness about him, a maturity that she did not often see among the boys of her lands. He responded well to her gentle touches, even seeming to hear her as she sang to him in his sleep.

Finally, after near a week, Robb had recovered enough to sit up in his bed and actually speak. His men had need of him and wished a moment of his time. There were decisions to be made about prisoners (herself now included) as well as messages from the North. She excused herself, running a few errands about the castle as she gathered more supplies. His bandages would need to be changed.

When she returned, she found an entirely different scene than when she left. Robb was left alone and the message that had arrived for him was crumpled in his hands. He seemed broken, older than his years and smothered with sorrow. She approached slowly, having set her supplies to the side. "Your grace?" She asked gently, her fingers fidgeting as they often did when she was nervous. "Is something wrong?"

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[goodandtrue]

When she had kept vigil at his bedside, while his fever ebbed and then broke, she hadn't failed to notice that his lips were full and soft. His well sculpted muscles had caught her attention, giving her a measure of pleasure to clean and dress his wound, allowing her to brush her fingers against his torso. She had never considered her desires before or what it meant to be a woman. Never in her life had she thought about something like this or acted on it. She might have dreamed of kissing Jaime Lannister, but what Robb woke inside her, that was new, a revelation.

The kiss was deep and hungry. She could feel her tongue brush against his, tasting him as she whimpered in his embrace. Her arms wound around him, pulling herself more flush against him. He would feel heat radiating from her and feel the rapid beating of her heart. She was trembling, but smiling against his lips.

She didn't know what to do, how to make this progress or if it should. All she knew was that she didn't want this to end. She wanted more.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It is difficult to translate his wants into actual movements. All he knows is that he does not want that kiss to end. He wants to taste her fully, to have her sweet mouth on his forever. He wants to claim her mouth the way he had claimed his throne. She felt so warm against him, her body trembling underneath his hand.

And suddenly he realizes that he cannot stop this. He cannot tell himself to pull away and focus on his duties as a king. He has to do something with the overwhelming heat that starts to consume him. And maybe that is why his hand moves upwards, fingers sliding over the fabric of her bodice.

Finally he leans back against the pillows, taking her with him so they did not have to break their kiss.

[goodandtrue]

For a moment she can't catch her breath. As his hand starts to slide over her bodice, she understands what is happening between them. Her hand covers his, guiding him closer to her breast. She gasped against his lips, amazed at her boldness and how certain she felt that this was what she wanted. It was improper, all of this was improper, but she couldn't deny how much her body longed for his. She was wet and warm for him, unknowingly shifting so she might rest against his lap.

As he fell back against the pillows, she followed him. Her lips working against his passionately. Her tongue plunged again into his mouth, the taste of him making her head dizzy. Her heart was beating rapidly under his palm.

Without thinking, she tugged at the buttons of her bodice, opening it so that he can slip his hand beneath the fabric and feel the fullness of her breast. "Be gentle." She whispered hotly.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

He groans into the kiss when she shifts and he can feel her weight on him. Normally he'd feel quite embarrassed if anyone else would find out that he is getting hard inside his breeches but now...now it almost felt as if it is most important that she knows exactly what she does to him.

And he can't stop kissing her, sliding his tongue against hers as if the world might end if he would stop. Really, he has sure he is kissing the girl with the hottest mouth in the realm.

"Ah..." he utters against her lips when he can feel how perfect her breast fits in his hand. Still, there is not enough space to knead it properly and to lavish it with all the attention it deserves. Slowly he raises his injured arm and lets his fingers work on the rest of those buttons. "...I wish to see you...all of you..." And to let her know how urgent it is he rolls his hips upwards against her.

[goodandtrue]

She can feel him straining beneath her. In her care for him, she had been careful to keep his breeches on, even after she had taken off his tunic, shirt and boots. Now she found herself wondering what his manhood looked like, how large he was and what it would be like to taste him. She couldn't understand what she was doing when she straddled him, feeling more of him beneath her and the stiff member she had wondered about when she first tended to him.

Her kisses are near frenzied, desire near bursting in her. He tasted of honey and sweetness, all the things she had imagined when she first imagined how man could be. She didn't know what this feeling was, but she knew that he inspired a warmth in her she couldn't describe. Her body was aching for more, wanting to feel him inside of her, no matter her virginity.

She gasped loudly as he rocked his hips up, hers rolling in response. Several of the buttons ripped under his hands. She tugged at the sleeves of her gown, pulling the gown over her head. Her shift followed after, leaving her naked in his embrace. "Like this?"

[kingofbadlifechoices]

And then she is naked and his eyes grow wide at the sight. He cannot stop licking his swollen lips and gods it feels as if his cock is about to burst right out of his breeches.

"Yes..." he says before he cups one of her breasts with his hand as the tip of his thumb finds her nipple. "You...they...they are perfect..." Robb presses his forehead against hers so he can watch how he squeezes her breast as her nipple grows hard under his thumb. And he wonders how she might taste. Every bit of her.

"I'm barely able..." he admits softly, cheeks flushing. "...to contain myself... To stop myself..." And to prove that point he presses his mouth against the skin of her neck. This time he licks at it, caressing her skin with the flat of his tongue. And how he hates it that he is barely able to lift his injured arm so he could touch more of her.

[goodandtrue]

He is hard under her, cock twitching in response. This is beyond improper and she knew that if her mother learned of this, she would whip her and lock her in her room. When she was told to care for the young king, it was made with the assumption that she would be a proper lady, looking to her family's interests. She was acting less like the daughter of a lord and more like...one of the maids in the kitchens. She didn't care though. She didn't care if she was naked now and that he was feeling every inch of her body. She could feel him as well and what she felt was enough to have her mindlessly rocking against his hips.

"Are they?" She whispered, never having thought of it before. "I..." her voice broke as he squeezed and teased her breasts, her nipples hardening quickly under his touch. "I haven't...haven't done this...before." She whispered breathlessly. She didn't want him to assume that this was how she greeted every lord of higher rank or that she was doing this because he seized their castle.

"Don't contain yourself." Jeyne murmured, tangling her fingers in his hair, arching her back under his touch. "Don't stop, please."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb knows something needs to happen between his cock and her cunt. He has seen it when his men bedded their whores. A union where a man would slide his cock inside of her. What would happen if she'd touch his cock? If she'd do to it what he does to it at some nights. What if she'd do something magical with her mouth? Would proper ladies do that? Kiss a man's cock?

"Me neither...I..." He doesn't know nothing. To be honest, he does not know what to do with himself and this all consuming feeling that surges through his body. That heat that pools between his legs. "I will not...I will never...." But this is not a time to speak and before he knows it his mouth is back on her skin, tongue licking and lips nipping.

The only thing that makes him stop nipping is to rumble a soft. "I wish to know...how your cunt feels..." Because he has never felt a cunt and he stops playing with her breasts and let his hands drift downwards, fingers sliding over her stomach as they go further and further downwards. "Tell me where to...touch it..."

[goodandtrue]

"You...never?" It was a surprise. Raynald had a woman, from what she knew. It was something she simply assumed, all males his age had bedded a woman. He was a king, he must have had a number of women who desired him. How could they not? He was handsome and kind, clearly strong and honorable. There had to be hundreds of women willing to share his bed, yet he seemed to want her. It was a thrill. Out of all the beautiful women of the Crag, he wanted her. She wasn't a mouse to him, she was a woman, beautiful and desirable.

She held his wrist, guiding his hands between her legs. There had been nights when her hands slipped beneath the covers and she explored the places that would make her moan and buck. It was easy to find that spot, wet and warm beneath his touch. "Here...here." When his fingers brushed over her clit, she keened, throwing back her head as she bit her lips fiercely.

Her legs spread further, letting him touch and feel where he wanted. "I...I want you..." It was a revelation to admit this, to know that it was true.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

"I do not wish to speak of that..." Not that he is going to deny it but they were both almost entirely naked now and he is about to touch her cunt. A shudder goes through him when she takes hold of his hand and guides it lower and lower. Even before his fingers slip inside of her he can feel the heat coming from her.

"Ah...you are..." Robb whispers. "You are moist...and warm..." When she presses his fingers against a spot he can feel a tiny bump. And from her response it is obviously that this is her favorite spot. So that is exactly what he does. Rubbing two fingers against it in a slow and curious way.

"I desire...you... Can you feel it..." And with 'it' he means his cock and he rolls his hips upwards once again. And at that point he gets the brilliant idea to bring his mouth to one of her nipples, curious how that part would taste as well.

[goodandtrue]

She shouldn't have asked him that. His response was enough to help her realize her mistake. Virginity wasn't as important for men as it was for women. If he hadn't...it meant that this was his first time. They were two virgins fumbling around on his bed, feeling and caressing each other with abandon. They were learning together, making this moment all the more intense and meaningful. Meaningful how, she didn't know.

"It's good?" She whispered, her hips rolling into his hand, urging him to touch more, to press further in her. He found the button, the place that made her nearly come undone. Between the feeling of his cock and his hands, it was driving her mad.

"I do feel it. I want to feel more." She pulled open his breeches, tugging the ties free. Courage sparked to life in her. Without thinking, she let her hand slip beneath his waistband. Her fingers clasped his cock, experimenting with how she stroked him, what noises she could elicit from him. "Robb...is this right?"

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It is such a welcome distraction to do all of this, to give in to feelings like this instead of dwelling on the loss of his brothers. He needs to forget for a while and just focus on this burning feeling inside of him. Of course, he knows that he is playing with fire. That he allows another woman that is not his betrothed to do this with him. But he cannot stop himself. Jeyne’s body is that wonderful and her voice is so warm and kind.

“It feels good...” he whispers with a short nod, yet he is not sure if a cunt should feel like that. “Really...wet and...sort of...heated.”

The way her hips move against his hand is extremely arousing and gods, he never knew women worked that way. That the touch of a tiny bump could make them feel this good. Carefully he slides fingers a little deeper inside of her while trying to not forget that little spot there.

A sigh of relief passes his lips when she frees his cock from its very troublesome position. Normally he’d feel exposed and somewhat awkward but now he actually welcomes her touch, shifting a little so she can hold more of him.

“I like it...” His eyes flash from his cock to her face and his cheeks redden even more. Gods, he never had to explain the workings of his cock to another. “...when I...” Slowly he raises his wounded arm and takes hold of her wrist, guiding her hand a little bit more upwards. “...the top of it...”

[goodandtrue]

This isn't the way a proper lady should act, but she doesn't care. The feel of his fingers as they explore and whisper over her sensitive places have her murmuring encouragement for more. She didn't think that a man's touch could be this delicate or addicting, but the more he circles that nub and the more he pushes his fingers in her, the more she finds herself rising to that higher plane. Her hips are near frantic, rocking up wildly in anticipation for his movement.

She's breathless at his words, nipping playfully at his ear as the entire moment sweeps over her. Men weren't supposed to be this tender or sweet. While she didn't know anything about this, she knew that a wife was simply to let her husband do what he pleased. This...this was different. He may not be her husband, but she was happy to let him do this and more.

"More..." she managed to gasp, her head tipping back as she felt herself reaching that pinnacle. Her hips moved quickly, rocking wildly against his hand. She felt scalding beneath his skin, her arousal evident and slick.

She followed his guidance, touching where he lead her and circling her thumb about the tip. It was softer than she imagined, almost like velvet. So much else was hard and rough, as she imagined, but the way his cock responded to her touches, that made her want to trace and stroke all of him.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb has no idea what more he can give to her. Especially not when she starts to touch the tip of his cock in earnest. How is it possible to keep track of your movements like this? How is it possible to divide his attention between the pair of fingers that slide in and out of her and the things she is doing? And he definitely wants to give her more. Actually, he would not mind to do with her what he has seen his men do with the whores they take to feasts. It always had made him feel a little awkward, yet as King in the North he never let it show.

In return he presses his lips to her neck, trying to accommodate the rocking movements of her body as his mouth moves over that smooth skin. It helps that she tilts her head back while moving, exposing more skin for him to nip at. In his head he wants to babble about the amazing feel of a woman being wet under his touch but at this point he is not entirely coherent.

“Please...you may touch...” He wants her to be firm with her hands. To touch him the way he always touched himself when aroused. It has always been such a furious, yet delightful thing. Something that made him forget about the weight of his crown. “It won’t...break...”

[goodandtrue]

Her hands act with a mind of their own, automatically responding to his plea, moving rapidly over his cock. She had never touched a man in this way before, but somehow her hands know what to do and how to stroke him. His fingers are quick in her, expertly stroking her in all the places that made her body sing. Her fingers tightened around him, pumping him in quick succession, following the pace that he set until she was matching him. In, up, out, down. They were in sync, understanding their growing hunger and seeking mutual pleasure.

She doesn't bother to mask her moans and gasps. There was no one outside of the room, but even if there was, she didn't know how to control herself in that way. As his lips dance over her skin, she's keening, silently pleading him to consume every inch of her. Her breath was sharp in her throat, though it seemed he stole it all from her. "Please don't stop." The words tumbled from her, afraid that he would allow his honor or guilt to intercede. She knew what sort of man he was, his reputation as pristine as his father's.

She wanted him inside of her, to let him love and worship her as a man did his wife. The maids in the kitchens had whispered of such things, but none of their words prepared her for the delicious feeling and how consuming it could be. He made her feel as though she were ablaze, yet it would be nothing compared to the feeling of him moving within her. She had never experienced it, but she knew it was true.

Her teeth dug into her lips, feeling herself clench around his fingers. She was going to break soon, crash and topple into that blissful feeling before he even chased their desire to its logical conclusion. "I'm going to..." she couldn't say the words, but he had to know. He had to see what he was doing to her.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb has become rather good at knowing what emotions a king should have and those that are not fitting at all. No tears, no fatigue, no doubt and no fear. And kindness should be given in small doses. Being too kind would make them think he was a push over. Too many jokes would stand for the assumption that he was not serious about what he was doing. Gods, what a strain it all was.

But that strain was gone now he did all of this. Now her hand was around his cock, moving quickly and it felt way better than his own. And her body responded so sweetly to his touch. Her hips moved against his fingers as if the world was going to end if she would ever stop and sounds of pleasure filled the room. Of course, there were the sounds that came from his own mouth but hers were far more delightful.

"I won't..." he replies. It has a double meaning. Because he really does not want this to end, it would mean a return to the real world again. His free arm slides around her waist to pull her closer so he can feel the warmth of her body against his own skin. And he can feel how she tightens around his fingers, her body growing tense against him. Something was happening to her and the only conclusion he could make that it was something great. Something glorious he was causing with his fingers.

"Please..." It is all he can answer in return because the state of his cock says enough already. It has never felt like this and he's sure it has never stand up in such a prominent way. It almost looks like that of a man.

[goodandtrue]

She didn't know the ways of kings and even less of the ways of men and women, but she knew what her body wanted and it wanted to pursue this feeling to its conclusion...perhaps even beyond. He may not have ever been with a woman in this way, but it seemed his fingers knew how to tease and expertly move within her. He was exploring and touching her freely, seemingly testing each part of her, eager to see if it elicited a similar cry or moan. She was vocal as he moved, becoming more desperate in her movements and sounds.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, piercing his skin as she held tightly to him. As he drew her closer, she pressed her chest to his, feeling his heart race. She sought his lips, drawing him into another passionate kiss, probing his mouth with her tongue. Her hips were rocking frantically, holding his fingers in a vice grip. With a sudden gasp, she felt herself crashing against him, her hand still idly moving over his cock. She was limp in his grasp, content and weak from his attentions.

But it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him completely inside her, moving with the same speed as his fingers had. She might lose her maidenhead, but it didn't matter. This mattered, far more than she could explain.

"You can have me...if you wish?"

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Despite all the wonderful things she does to his cock he focuses his gaze on her face. He can see her curls bouncing up and down as she rides his fingers. And her face looks beautiful. Her cheeks ar red and at times she parts her lips to let out the most arousing sounds. Robb knows himself well enough that this is not something he will forget easily. It will not be a matter of leaving the bed, leaving this castle and continuing his life.

When he feels her nails digging into his skin he gasps, eyes widening slightly, awakening from his own thoughts. The kiss they share is wild and for some reason it feels like there isn't enough of her mouth for him to claim. He can feel how her she grows tighter around his fingers and before he knows it she gasps and he can feel her body shake against his. And even though he does not know the name, he knows that is good. That he caused it and that she feels absolutely great. When she crashes against him, resting against his chest, he kisses her shoulder.

"Have you..." he croaks, swallowing thickly. Somewhere in the back of his head he is very aware of what that means. And what the consequences might be. But now his brains aren't inside his head. They lie inside his cock. And said cock craves a lot of attention.

"Will you be atop of me?"

[goodandtrue]

It was the first that someone else had brought her to climax. While her hands and fingers had been eager, it didn't compare to what Robb had done. She felt weak and limp against him, even as her hand steadily moved, stroking him. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, feeling the heat of his skin and the smell of their sweat mingling in the air. "Have me." She reaffirmed, leaning back so she could capture his lips.

She hadn't thought very much of how it would be or even how to go about it. The idea of coupling was foreign to her. She knew enough that he would place his member inside her, but the movements, the chasing of that pleasure wasn't clear. Was it similar to what he had done? "I could try?" Jeyne murmured, finally chancing a look down at his member, surprised by its length and its strange beauty. All of this felt so unreal. This morning she had watched over the sleeping King, helping him eat and changing his bandages.

Now they were in bed together and were discussing the means of coupling.

"Lie back?" She was uncertain, her hands trembling as she helped him rest against the pillows. Biting her lower lip, she shifted so that she rested over his hips, instinctively rocking against his swollen cock. It felt good, granting her insight into what she needed to do.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb has decided he truly likes kissing, he truly likes the way their tongues rub against one another and how it makes his arousal grow. When she states once again that he can have her he nods, licking his lips briefly.

Well, he isn’t an expert on coupling either. He just knows it has to do with his cock and her cunt and eventually the seed should be released inside of her belly. Not that it would be wise right now. After all, Jeyne is not his wife and he cannot use a bastard child. Still, if he could not have her now, the world might explode around him. Or something awful like that. It is of utter importance that he haves her.

Robb shifts just a little bit when she tells him to lie back. He does not want to do that, he wants to look at her. He wants to see how it is to see his cock go inside a woman. He can feel her moving, hips shifting and his heart starts to pound in his chest.

“Do as I did with my fingers...” he whispers before gasping at the friction she causes. So sweet and, gods, he wants so much more. “Inside...you can put it inside of you...”

[goodandtrue]

She nodded, following the sweet feeling as she pressed his cock to her entrance, the feeling warm and exciting. She trembled, afraid of the pain but unable to stop herself as she sank down on his cock. Her barrier was breached, her walls stretching for him. She bit down on her lip, fighting against the cry that was building in her throat. But after a bit more wiggling and sinking against him, the pain disappeared and she could feel him fully sheathed within her.

Jeyne met his eyes, linking her hands with his. While she couldn't be sure how exactly she was supposed to go about it, she followed what she knew felt good. Her hips rocked forward, moving him within her. Colors seemed to burst before her eyes, a delicious feeling growing in her belly, the same she felt when his fingers toyed with her folds.

She moaned, rolling her hips more steadily, finding a steady rhythm as she felt him thrust into her. "Yes, like this." She murmured, finally understanding. The secrets of womanhood were bare before her and she couldn't imagine it being any sweeter than if he were her husband.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

It feels even better than he thought it would be. Way better. It feels as if the world does not exist around them anymore. That his brothers have never been murdered and that his crown is not of any importance.

Robb squeezes her hand before she starts to move on top of him, quickly catching on and finding a steady rhythm.

“It feels...really good...” he breathes. “You...you are...” She is wonderful and kind. And wouldn’t it be great if he would wed a woman like this. He could love her forever. Finally he is the one that lets go of her hand so he can use it to cup one of her breasts again, realizing very well that he is quite enticed by the look of them. Not terribly big, but round and perfect, pretty much like an apple.

Even though his wounded arm starts to throb a little he leans forward to capture her lips, rocking his hips upwards to meet her halfway. He wants to kiss her. He wants to kiss her long and hard, all up to that point where his lungs burn and he is out of air.

[goodandtrue]

She gasps as his hips thrust up against her, instinctively tightening her walls around his cock. The feeling is better than she imagined and what was left of the pain and discomfort fell away against that sweet spot he seemed to strike against. There were words she could share with him, thoughts about what he made her feel and how good this was, but she couldn't find her breath. He had stolen it from her.

It didn't take her long to find a more rapid pace. She had experience in galloping and this was no difference. Northern women were said to be fierce in the saddle and she hoped to match them. Though Robb had no experience with this before, she wanted to surpass the women that he might have seen on horseback.

Her lips part for him, her tongue plunging forward to explore and taste him. It was no longer about simple kisses, sweet and exploratory. This was a hunger she never experienced before and she wanted him to steal the air from her lungs. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close to her so that he wouldn't draw away. he was injured and he should rest, but she needed his body against his.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

This is it. This is the thing he has been longing for without knowing it entirely. Every bit of tension inside his body disappears while every nerve seems to be twice as sensitive. And truly, he did not want this to stop. He wants all of it and more. If there would be a possibility for people to disappear into each other he'd probably go for it.

He has forgotten about his throbbing arm and the weight of his crown, all there is left is this. These sensations. The way she moans and sighs, the sound of their bodies making contact. In a way it is impossible to want so much and actually manage to take it. It is too much. It feels as if his body can't handle this any further and he can't stop trembling.

"Don't stop..." he whispers against her lips. "Move like that...just like that..." Robb can feel how his nails dig into the soft flesh of her ass, as if he wants to egg her on, convince her that stopping would end them both.

[goodandtrue]

She couldn't stop if she wanted to, not only because of the feeling he stirred to life in her but also because he had already taken her maiden head. The sacrifice was made and she didn't care, so long as she could chase that sweet feeling to its end. Her hips rocked more wildly, the slap of skin filling the air, barely covering her moans and sharp breaths. Others might hear, others might know, but the keep was still. Her family slept as did Robb's men. Eventually his guards would return, but she didn't care what they thought of her. This was what she wanted, him inside of her, pushing her towards that culmination she only had ever reached with her hands.

"This?" Her hips undulated, repeating the action that seemed to earn that reaction from him. She clenched her walls again, straining to contain herself at the feeling of him moving inside her. "Is it good?" Was she good, she meant. She wanted to please him, to make him crazy with longing for her. He was betrothed, but she wanted him to remember her and desire her, even after he left the Crag.

She surged forward again, kissing him more fiercely as she felt his nails dig into her buttocks. She grinned against him, nipping at his lower lip."I never thought you would notice me." She whispered, her breath harsh in her lungs.