Post by RHIANU TARGARYEN on Aug 29, 2017 2:22:55 GMT
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[attr="class","etop4"]show the bruises on your skin
[attr="class","enotes"]aaron and rhae, enjoy this garbage <3
[attr="class","econtent"] “I will strike down any foe that stands in our path, I promise.”
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She meant the words, fiery and resolute as she looked to her beloved with a half-lidded stare. Lust and the desire she felt to allow him to conquer her could not blot out the maternal protectiveness she possessed. Rhaegar was not her property nor did she have a true claim to the throne, but every breath until her last would be spent guarding the man who had gifted her with the life she always desired. Every kingdom in the realm would face a fate of flames if harm came to the Targaryen prince who had taken her from the sand dunes twelve years prior.
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A somber discussion taking place amidst the hurricane of impassioned fulfillment of desire did not damper the need to have their bodies wholly unified. It felt as if this would be the last night in a long while they could melt into one another, vulnerable and exposed as they had been for over a decade. Her breaths came out in pants, stifled against his mouth as her lips worked tirelessly against those of Rhaegar. Being pinned underneath was only torment because she did not have the control to demonstrate just how wild her love for him was. He sent a madness coursing through her veins that was the driving motive behind each heated roll of her hips.
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“I would like nothing more then to sit on your council, my dragonheart. Tonight, however, we begin this era with the creation of our own little dragon,” she purred against his lips before pulling away to crane her head back, fully submerging herself in the euphoria of the moment.
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A heated moan passed through her lips and echoed off the walls of their quarters. The intensity of the moan increased as his teeth marked her flesh, leaving a mark on what was rightfully his. Rhianu moved her hips in time with Rhaegar’s, a stare of ruby red meeting his as they became a single entity of adoration, sweat, and pure lust. How she loved him and how this night would mark the beginning of their reign.
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She meant the words, fiery and resolute as she looked to her beloved with a half-lidded stare. Lust and the desire she felt to allow him to conquer her could not blot out the maternal protectiveness she possessed. Rhaegar was not her property nor did she have a true claim to the throne, but every breath until her last would be spent guarding the man who had gifted her with the life she always desired. Every kingdom in the realm would face a fate of flames if harm came to the Targaryen prince who had taken her from the sand dunes twelve years prior.
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A somber discussion taking place amidst the hurricane of impassioned fulfillment of desire did not damper the need to have their bodies wholly unified. It felt as if this would be the last night in a long while they could melt into one another, vulnerable and exposed as they had been for over a decade. Her breaths came out in pants, stifled against his mouth as her lips worked tirelessly against those of Rhaegar. Being pinned underneath was only torment because she did not have the control to demonstrate just how wild her love for him was. He sent a madness coursing through her veins that was the driving motive behind each heated roll of her hips.
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“I would like nothing more then to sit on your council, my dragonheart. Tonight, however, we begin this era with the creation of our own little dragon,” she purred against his lips before pulling away to crane her head back, fully submerging herself in the euphoria of the moment.
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A heated moan passed through her lips and echoed off the walls of their quarters. The intensity of the moan increased as his teeth marked her flesh, leaving a mark on what was rightfully his. Rhianu moved her hips in time with Rhaegar’s, a stare of ruby red meeting his as they became a single entity of adoration, sweat, and pure lust. How she loved him and how this night would mark the beginning of their reign.