Chapter 40
WARNING: Gentle smut ahead.
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Seven days after our confession, Lyanna, and I were married in front of the heart tree. It was pretty grand, and all the lords of the North were present.
The wedding feast was extravagant to the limit! Everyone was drunk out of their minds, falling over, laughing and puking, and drinking some more. By the end of the feast, only Lyanna, and I were awake, and within our senses.
We looked at each other and laughed. We were happy. We quietly stepped over the fallen bodies and went to our room. She sat on the bed as I locked the door behind us. We smiled at one another, somewhat nervous about what was to come.
She got up and walked towards me. She gently grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest.
"My heart is racing. Y-You must have slept with many a woman but I don't know what I should do. I never truly paid attention to all the womanly stuff."
I merely smiled in response and said while lifting her chin so that I could look into her eyes, "I've slept with one woman, only. And I don't even remember that woman's face because I was drunk out of my mind. Let me guide you through this, alright?"
She swallowed nervously and nodded. She looked so vulnerable and cute. I went ahead and kissed her on the cheek which made her flush. Too bad for her that I made her prettier. I gently kissed her on the lips and whispered, "Will you be comfortable with us removing our clothes?"
She nodded meekly and I led her to the bed. We got undressed and kissed again. After that, we had the most memorable night together.
It was sweet and gentle.
We clung to each other, basking in our bodies' heat. We kissed, and caressed each other all over our bodies with our fingers, lips, and tongues. Slowly, we lost ourselves in the sweet agony of sex.
She locked her legs around my waist while she clung to my neck as I steadily moved my waist in and out. She shook and gasped, her legs trembled as the walls of her vagina tightened around my penis. Overwhelmed, I too finished inside her as our pelvises shook against one another.
She was out of breath and flushed from head to toe, glistening with sweat. I gently helped her lie back on the bed and we kissed some more. After some time of kissing and gently cuddling, I was ready for another round.
I woke up before Lyanna the next day. She was lying on my chest with her hair splayed over her face. I gently shook her to wake her up.
She moaned in her sleep and said, "I'm sore..."
"Well, that's to be expected. We were a little vigorous during the third time."
Slowly, she woke up and when her mind cleared, she jumped up with her eyes wide open, her perky breasts moving hypnotically. Then, she exclaimed, "We slept together last night!"
"Since you're completely naked and holding my erect penis in your hand, it's pretty evident."
She looked down at her hand and my glans peeked through her grip. "Eep!" She squeaked and released it.
"Come on, now. I've seen all of your holes."
Embarrassed, she slapped my chest and said, "Don't say it like that!"
I smiled and said, "Alright, how about this? We made sweet love under the stars last night. You were a sweet maiden and I was the charming knight who swept you away and took your flower."
She made a disgusted face and simply harumphed. She sat in silence for a moment and said, "Will you help me bathe?"
"Sure, let's bathe together. We can try another position."
"I'm sore!"
"Alright, I'll just make do with your tits."
"Hey!"
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We left for Moat Cailin two weeks after our wedding. Not wanting to sound like a creep but Lyanna and I smushed 34 times in 12 days. She needed rest to be able to ride a horse as she was too good to travel in a horse-drawn carriage.
With us were 400 newly recruited men, house guards, servants, masons, smiths, craftsmen, cooks, farmers, weavers, and other essential workers who would make the Moat livable.
Lyanna bid her farewell to her brothers and they wished us well.
It took us a few days to reach the Moat. The men that had surrendered to me and sworn to me had already arrived with their families. They had set their camps in the area and were waiting for me to arrive.
When we reach the Moat, they greeted us with cheers and chants of the name Curran. Thus began the tale of the Lord of Lady of House Curran, Guardians of the North.
[Name: Allan Curran (Human)
Title: The hunter, the savage, the strongest human on Planetos, Stranger's Sword*
Class: Assassin
Level: 85
Health: 1320/1320
Energy: 1214/1214
STR: 70
DEX: 70
FOCUS: 184
VIT: 200
Unspent points: 25
ATK: 912
EVA: 842
SPD: 1023
DMG: 987
PHY DEF: 1011
Abilities:
Reflexes: 1124
Willpower: 1440
Fortitude: 1036
Vigor: 1102
Cunning: 1084
Hand to hand: 1137
Dagger skill: 1219
Sword skill: 1361
Spear skill: 998
Axe skill: 965
Hammer skill: 953
Archery: 1089
Poisoning: 585
Adept Silat (28%)
Adept HEMA (35%)
Adept survival (42%)
Adept hunting (07%)
Adept crafting (09%)
Advanced cooking (32%)
Adept free running (03%)
Adept smithing (21%)
Adept smelting (13%)
Intermediate masonry (85%)
Advanced medicine (30%)
Language:
Expert common tongue (58%)
Beginner High Valyrian (98%)
Skills:
SP: 14
Sneak attack: lvl 14 (Cooldown: 5 sec)
Hide: lvl 14 (Cooldown: 30 sec)
Pummel: lvl 6 (Cooldown: 2 sec)
Assassinate: lvl 12 (Cooldown: 45 sec)
Fast reflexes: lvl 5 (Cooldown: 30 sec)
Quick strike: lvl 5 (Cooldown: 2 sec)
Expose weakness: lvl 5 (Cooldown: 10 sec)]
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A/N: Exams are over. Really hope I pass. Practicals are later in the month so I have some time to breathe and rest a bit.
Stay safe, and love yourself... Depends on how your filthy minds interpret that but, eh. Whatever floats your boat... I'm a bit traumatized by looking at pictures of diseased female genitalia while studying for my obgyn exam... And pictures of penile cancer while studying for my surgery exam... Good that I'm on anti-depressants...