"Who's there?"
Lyanna bites her lower lip as she gazes at the blindfolded man on her bed. Her appreciative gaze moves on the man's handsome face exposed by his blindfold. Her captive knight has a nice clean shaven jaw, a long thin nose and a lips that Lyanna terribly want to kiss, and silky raven-black hair that her fingers itches to bury into. As her eyes move from the man's face, her gaze lands on his bare upper body that is not covered by the bed cover.
Lyanna's mouth goes dry as her gaze roams over the man's exposed torso.
"I know you're there." Ser Arthur Dayne says as he struggles against his bindings. "I can hear you breathing."
Lyanna, however, keeps herself silent as she drew close to the man tied to her bed. She has to thank her father later for acquiring the Sword of the Morning, as to what she was about to do to Ser Arthur Dayne, however….
Lyanna Stark reaches out and slowly runs her hands over the knight's bare chest.
At once, the knight stiffens beneath her touch while Lyanna can't help but hum appreciatively at the solid, lean muscles she currently feels beneath her hand. She then marvels at how her knight's sun-kissed skin is a stark contrast to her pale skin.
"This is not right!" The Sword of the Morning says to her as Lyanna's hand travel from his impressive pectorals to his saliva-inducing abdominals. Lyanna swallows hard as the man before her coils his muscle unconsciously and her hand moves to touch the deep grooves of Ser Arthur's abdominals.
"Whoever you are, you better stop now or you'll lose that hand of yours once I get out from these bindings."
Lyanna didn't reply. Instead she pulls the bed covers down, exposing the knight's lower torso, and what she sees makes her mouth go dry.
Ser Arthur Dayne is completely naked beneath the bed covers and Lyanna can't help but stare at the sight before her.
"I swear to all seven gods that I will kill you if you force yourself upon me!"
"Hush," Lyanna says to the knight as she presses a finger against the knight's lips, who suddenly stops struggling. "No need to worry about that, Ser. For I have no intention to force myself upon you."
She tells him as such as she carefully pulls the blindfold down.
Instantly, storm-grey eyes meets blue-violet eyes for the first time.
The knight stares at her in shock. His gaze moving from her beautiful face and down to her slender figure he can probably see beneath her thin night gown.
"I thought you were –"
"A man? An ugly woman? Or perhaps you were expecting both?' Lyanna asks him as she grins at him mischievously.
"Who are you?" the knight asks her instead, watching her carefully when draws close to his naked form in the bed.
"My name is Princess Lyanna Stark," She introduces while she slowly climbs into the bed to straddle him. "And you Ser, are a gift to me from my father."
She can feel him tensing beneath her as she sat in his lap.
Ser Arthur Dayne simply stares at her with wide-eyes.
"What do you want from me?" He asks her a moment later in a low voice.
"I intend to satisfy my curiosity with you Ser," comes Lyanna's blunt answer as she moves to touch his masculine chest. The knight sucks in a breath when Lyanna touches him. His eyes widening further when she run her hands over the man's fine pectorals and down to his tightly coiled abdominal muscles.
Lyanna licks her lips as she marvels at the smooth skin of the man beneath her.
"You see…I wanted you for myself, Ser Arthur Dayne, and I always get what I want. No matter what." Lyanna tells him as she leans forward to stare deeply into the man's eyes.
"How old are you?" the knight inquires, still staring at her wide-eyed.
"Old enough to do this," Lyanna says before leaning forward to bite the knight in the neck.
She hears the sharp inhale he makes when Lyanna grazes her teeth against the sensitive column of his neck before she licks his skin.
"My lady," the knight says in a strangled voice. "I'm a Knight of the Kingsguard."
"So?" Lyanna asks him as she begins raining kisses down his bare chest and using her tongue to savor his sun-kissed skin.
She runs her tongue over Ser Arthur's collar bone and feels him shudder beneath him.
"I took a holy oath," the Knight says almost distractedly. "I'm forbidden to lay with a woman."
"I know." Lyanna says as she suckles the skin above his collarbone and hears her knight gasp. She looks up at him and notice that Ser Arthur's eyes has darken into twilight and his breathing has turn ragged. "But you took your oath with a Targaryen King, not the King in the North, my father. As far as I am concern, your holy oath has no meaning here in the Northern Kingdom."
"My abduction will be considered as an act of war against the Southern Kingdom, my lady. Did you know that?"
"Who cares about the abduction of a Knight of the Kingsguard? I tell you, no one. So why would the Southern Kingdom risk war for you?" Lyanna says dismissively while she moves to forward to nuzzle the knight's neck, sniffing him like that of a wolf ready to mate with him.
The scent of spice and his natural musk fills Lyanna's nostrils and she can't resist but lick his neck again until Ser Arthur Dayne is squirming beneath her.
"My lady, don't do this, please." She hears his plea when Lyanna suckles the column of his throat, hoping to mark him as hers.
"You are mine now, Ser Arthur Dayne." She whispers into his ear. "And that means I can do anything I want with you."
Once more, the knight beneath her shivers when Lyanna closes her mouth around the knight's ear lobe.
"You do not own me, my Lady." Ser Arthur replies as he starts to struggle in his bindings. "My life and this body belongs to the Southern Kingdom."
"But I do own you now, Ser Arthur Dayne," is Lyanna's reply as she reaches out to caress the man's jawline with her index finger. "You are in my father's lands now. Your King holds no power here in the North."
The knight falls silent thereafter.
Lyanna glances at him and sees that he is watching her rather intently.
She smiles down at him and says, "No more words of protests?"
And just like that, as if he has broken from under her spell, he starts to struggle once more.
"Please do not do this, my lady!" the knight says in an imploring tone. "I beg of you!"
"Do what?" Lyanna asks innocently.
"You know what I mean." Ser Arthur replies with a ferocious scowl in his brows.
"Oh, you mean my intent to make love you?" Lyanna asks, raising a brow. "Like I said, you need not worry about that…for I won't go that far unless you give me permission."
"I will never give you my permission!" The Knight snaps angrily. "You're not going to do anything you want with me!"
"Oh, but I will, Ser." Lyanna tells him as she slowly begins to undo the laces on her gown. "Once I'm done with you, you will be begging for me to take you."
After saying those words, Lyanna Stark finally takes off her night dress and expose herself to the gaze of her unwilling captive.
At once, the knight beneath her froze as his gaze lands on her bare flesh. His eyes running from her perky, round breasts, to her slim arms, to her small waist, to her wide hips and to the hairless flesh between her thighs.
Despite herself, Lyanna can't help but blush beneath the knight's intense gaze.
"Yes, I've prepared myself for you, Ser Arthur." Lyanna tells him when she notices his stare on the bare flesh between her thighs. "I've shave myself there and put some scented oil as well."
She blabbers, suddenly nervous about this whole thing. However, after a moment of deep thought, she straightens her spine and regains her false bravado.
"Well, then, I believe we're even." Lyanna says, referring to their nakedness.
"I'll consider us even, if you remove the bindings on my wrist, my Lady." The Knight says, a muscle leaping across his jawline as he watches her closely.
"Not a chance," She response, smiling deviously as she places both her hands on her knight's naked chest and begins to touch him once more.
Immediately, Ser Arthur Dayne froze at her intimate attention.
"I'll remove them once I'm certain you're not going to run away from me, Ser." She tells him while running her hands over his strong arms and gets an immense satisfaction of seeing his muscles flexing tight underneath her palms.
"What if I told you I will not run away anymore?" her knight asks and Lyanna pretends to consider it for a moment before shaking her head.
"I rather you stay tied up for a while, my knight." She says to him while she leans forward to press her naked body against his tall, muscular figure.
She hears him suck a lungful of breath when Lyanna presses her breasts against his sculpted chest.
"I like your warmth," she admits to him, nuzzling his throat with her nose before sucking the flesh right there.
She listens when her knight lets out a gasp at her action.
"I like your scent too," she adds before pressing her lips to rain kisses all over his neck and collarbones, sucking and licking until the knight beneath her is squirming against her.
"My lady," her knight breathes. Lyanna is pleased to hear that her knight's breathing has become harsh and ragged. "You are making a grave mistake."
"If this is a mistake, then I'm rather enjoying it thoroughly." She says to him as she movies to lick circle around Ser Arthur's dark nipple and is rewarded by the sight of him groaning deep in his throat.
A frisson of liquid heat zipped through Lyanna's core, making her want to clamp her thighs together as she feels moisture begins to build in her cunt.
She opens her mouth and suckles one dark nipple. Ser Arthur lets out a moan as she does this. Afterward, Lyanna grazes her teeth against his nipple and grins when the knight unconsciously arcs his back towards her.
"My La –"
She places a hand over Ser Arthur's mouth before he can finish his sentence.
"No more talking," Lyanna orders him while she moves to suckle Ser Arthur's other nipple.
And to her immense pleasure, Lyanna can already feel Ser Arthur's hardening shaft pressing against her stomach.
Ser Arthur Dayne is getting aroused and it's about time before he will completely give in to Lyanna's seduction.