His lips so warm but chapped from constantly being under the sun felt so good on her forehead. Her body pressed against his own for the brief moment before she had pulled back. As much as she desired him, and loved his kisses, she was still unsure of herself. Her feelings for him were forbidden, but it was hard to ignore this temptation. With his beautiful unnatural eyes, and bright hair, he was like a dragon, and she saw him as one. Powerful, with how he was able to know exactly what to say and do to have her melting and curled around his fingers like a pleased pet.
She watched as he drank, before taking the cup herself. She sits up enough to finish off the drink. She licks her lips clean before setting the goblet aside. She had another thirst she’d rather fill with her lover. Jasmine rolled so she was on her side, her head resting on his shoulder. The Arabian woman paused as he spoke up, bringing up his past. She remembered he told her once he was a prince, but nothing more. She moved to see him better, eyes searching his own.
“You never told me the part about your mother or your family.” She murmured, reaching out to brush his hair away from his face. Her lips seeking his jawline, tracing his skin. It was her own way of giving him what he wanted, she loved giving him affection too. “How did you survive for so long? You were only a child.” She peeked up at him from under her lashes. One of her hands tracing over his arm to interlace her fingers with his.
He curled an arm around her as she nestled in closer and he gave a soft sigh. How different his life had bcome. How much he had changed. Going from being a prince and rightful King to a begger to thinking he was going to go back home and become a King and now he had fallen even further from a beggger. Even a begger had a freedom.
She pampered him with affection as she asked her questions. “I sold everything we had” He told her, his voice still bitter as he began to speak again “Even my mothers crown to get us enough money to eat and clothe. We had a knight with us for a while when Dany was little but he died and we were thrown from the people who had let us stay in their home. I went to other supporters of my house trying to get some hope that I would sit on the throne someday.” He explained “It wasn’t easy but we managed to stay with someone who was going to get us across the Narrow Sea and we arranged a marriage with a Dothraki Lord, Khal Drogo to my sister. I married my sister off to barbarians and she was loved while I was treated like shit. She was their Queen and I was nothing.” He turned his head to look at her as he spoke before he rolled, hovering over her with little care if anyone saw.
His hands traced her neck and what skin he could touch, what dark beautiful skin was available for him to feel and he laid kisses down her collarbone and near her breasts as his hands rested near her hips. “How may I please my Princess?” He asked in slight joking manner. “Shall I continue to show you the things I’ve learned from far away places?” One hand lightly trailed it’s fingertips across one of Jasmine’s thighs. This game of cat and mouse was nearing the point of irritation though he knew his place in her world, he wouldn’t be satisfied with light flirtaious touches for much longer.
Goldnwulf 