Lyanna squirms with desire as she senses the man's hot arousal pressing against her stomach. She is tempted to move a little bit downwards and press her center against the knight's stiff manhood, just to alleviate the ache in her core. But she stops herself in time.
She reserves the chance to grind herself against him a little later. Perhaps when her knight is ready for that.
"I can see that you are clearly affected by what I'm doing, Ser." She whispers into her captive's ear and she hears the knight's inaudible grunt. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"My lady, please…" comes the Sword of the Morning's response.
"Please what?" She says to him while she rains kisses across his neck before she moves downwards to suckle at his nipples again until they stand out like sharp points.
"Please let me go," He begs in a roughed voice and Lyanna softly bites down around the man's left nipple and is rewarded by the sound of him gasping out loud while his hard cock jumps against her at her teasing action.
"I don't think so, my knight." She tells him while she moves further down his body and towards the sharp grooves of his abdominals. She begins to kiss and licks him there while she allows her breasts to brush against his groin.
Arthur Dayne seems to inhale sharply when she does this and Lyanna looks up to see him staring at her with raw lust in his violet eyes.
"Do you want to touch me, Ser?" She asks invitingly, pressing her breasts more firmly against his jutting manhood until Lyanna can feel his precum on her skin.
Lyanna can already smell his strong masculine scent this close to his manhood and she is tempted to stop the foreplay and simply take his cock inside her.
Then, she will ride him until he is writhing beneath her.
"No," Ser Arthur Dayne all but growls his denial while Lyanna just laughs in a teasing manner.
"Soon you will, my knight." She says to him as she kisses the deep grooves of his abdominals. His muscles flex beneath her lips and Lyanna makes an appreciative sound at the sight.
"You are very beautiful, Ser Arthur." She compliments him as she nuzzles the fine hairs on his stomach. "I love your body. It is truly made for war and made to be worship and touch."
"My body is a holy vessel to protect the King, and no more than that," Ser Arthur rasps out. "My body is not made for a woman's touch, my lady. So please stop teasing me."
"Never," is her immediate answer as she crawls further down the knight's body.
Finally, she is eye-level with his groin and Lyanna licks her lips as she runs her eyes over his hard cock. She is not certain how she is able to fit him inside her for Ser Arthur's manhood is as long as it is thick and already slick with moisture at the tip. There is a throbbing vein at the side while the head is a blushing pink, which makes Lyanna wants to suck at it all the more.
She slowly leans forward, ready to take his cock into her mouth when her captive all but chokes out to her, "Don't!"
Lyanna instantly pauses. Her eyes flying back to the man on her bed.
"Don't do it, my lady." Ser Arthur says, his dark violet eyes are wide with panic.
"You can't stop me now, Ser." She replies back, meeting his gaze. "All I want is to taste you, Ser Arthur Dayne, and suck your cock."
The knight lets out a sharp inhalation of breath at her crude words and Lyanna knows at once that her words has turn him on.
"I want to take your cock deep in my throat," She says to him while she leans forward once more. "I want to keep you there until you beg me to move." Her lips are nearly touching the head of his cock. Her hot breath fanning against the man's moistened tip.
She sees the muscle in Ser Arthur's jaw leaping in his obvious attempt to reign in his body's reaction to her.
"I want you so terribly Ser Arthur that my cunt is sopping wet for you." She admits to him. Her eyes staring deeply into his desire-filled eyes. She senses the man's body coiled like a spring and understands that he is simply waiting for her to take his cock and do what she promises him.
"But most of all, I want your approval to do this." Lyanna tells him as she allows her lips to hover over a hairbreadths away from the man's manhood.
She meets his intense gaze and says, "I want you to say 'Yes' to me."
He doesn't even hesitate. Not even for a moment. Then, she finally hears Ser Arthur Dayne's reply.
"No, I don't approve," comes the low rambling answer from the terribly aroused knight. "I do not approve at all!"
Lyanna can only admire the knight's determination to avoid the inevitable. However, the knight's answer won't stop her from taking all she wants from him.
"I thought as much." is her response, already moving to take what is rightfully hers. "But it doesn't matter. You are still mine."
Then, Lyanna leans forward, where she slowly, but surely draws Arthur's cock into her mouth.
At once, she hears him curse loudly.
"Fuck!"
She watches as his body arches off the bed and Lyanna suddenly finds herself nearly gagging around a mouthful of hard cock. A hot streak of desire goes straight through her cunt at the sensation of Ser Arthur's cock in her mouth. Carefully, Lyanna wraps a hand around the lower part of his length while she allows herself to savor him some more.
There is an expression of unadulterated ecstasy in Ser Arthur Dayne's face as she begins to move her mouth up and down his turgid length.
"Gods!"
Lyanna listens to him cry out, his hips closely jerking towards her when she starts licking and sucking him eagerly.
"My lady, please..."
Ser Arthur moans out to her, but Lyanna ignores his pleas while she continues to pleasure him. She is already sopping wet down there while she observes Ser Arthur's reaction to her fervent ministration.
Deciding she wants to do more for herself, she rubs her thighs together once more, wanting friction down there. But it wasn't enough. So using her right hand to hold Ser Arthur's cock into her mouth, Lyanna's left hand drifted downwards and towards her cunt.
The moment she touches her sensitive clit, she moans out loud, which created such a vibration in her mouth. This causes a reaction from the man who has constantly denied himself from her. So without his apparent volition, Ser Arthur jerks his hips towards her, a guttural groan tearing from his chest as his cock slips further down Lyanna's throat.
Lyanna nearly chokes, her eyes watering at the man's action. However, she soon recovers and forces herself to hollow her cheeks and suckle hard.
Instantly, the knight in her bed lets out a moan.
"My Lady!" Ser Arthur says, his arms straining against his bindings while his face is flush with pleasure.
Lyanna closes her eyes as she savors the salty taste of him in her mouth. She circles a finger against her clit, creating an inferno which builds up at the pit of her stomach.
Still, she continues to move her head up and down the knight's length while she draws pleasure from herself. She is still no expert at what she is doing, but Lyanna is a fast learner and she can see that her ministrations is clearly pleasurable to her white knight for he has stops protesting and has started thrusting his hips in time with her mouth.
A moment later, his thrust becomes hurried and erratic and Lyanna senses that something is about to happen.
"My lady, I'm about to cu-" the knight begins to say and Lyanna immediately tears her mouth away from his cock with a wet pop.
"Yes? What is it?" She asks him, licking her lips. Her hand is still moving up and down his moistened length as she waits for the knight to answer.
At her innocent question, the Sword of the Morning flushes scarlet, obviously embarrassed about something. His dark eyes are blown wide and staring at her rather expectantly.
"Nothing, my lady." He tells her in haste, and Lyanna instantly knows that he is lying.
"Don't lie to me, Ser Arthur." She says to him while she crawls up to him until they are face to face.
She touches his face with her hand and caress his strong cheekbone.
"What were you about to say?" She whispers to him, leaning forward to plant a kiss on his left cheek. Afterward, she begins to nuzzle the shell of his ear.
The chains around Ser Arthur's wrists jangles while the man shivers beneath her.
"It was nothing, my lady." Ser Arthur denies while Lyanna presses her entire front against his masculine torso. Chest to chest and hips to bare hips.
We fit well together, Lyanna thinks as she spreads her thighs wide over Ser Arthur's hips.
"I don't believe you, Ser Arthur." She says to him. Her breath hitching when she presses her soaking cunt against the man's cock.
At once, the knight beneath her hisses through his gritted straight white teeth. His eyes closing into an expression that is nearly similar to bliss.
"My lady, no...please…" Ser Arthur manages to say in a strangled voice while Lyanna begins to grind herself against the man's hardened manhood. Her juices mixing with his as she slips and slides over his length.
"Yes, please…" She keens out loud as her clit scrapes against the knight's moistened tip."I want you inside me, Ser Arthur. I want you so badly already."
She presses and circles her hips and is rewarded by the sound of him groaning into her ear.
"I want to take you inside of me," She tells him as she kisses the corner's of his mouth. "Can't you feel how soaking wet I am for you?"
In response, the knight jerks his hips against hers. A primal and instinctive reaction to her words. Ser Arthur's face is already dark with lust as he gazes at her and she instantly knows that he is close to his breaking point.
Then, to her surprise, he leans forward and chases after her lips. Lyanna can only gasps in shock as Ser Arthur Dayne suddenly kisses her. His mouth hard against hers as he presses a passionate kiss on her mouth. Instinctively, she opens herself to him and she shudders in pleasure when his tongue touches hers.
"Arthur," she moans.
Soon, the knight is grinding himself in time with hers, which sparked tendrils of pleasure that unfurled at the pit of her stomach.
"I want you inside of me now," Lyanna gasps in between kisses. Her hand moving down to grab a hold of his cock. "I want you now please."
"Yes, my lady..." Ser Arthur finally says, his breathing ragged.
A moment later, Lyanna aligns her wet entrance on top of his jutting manhood. She meets Arthur's eyes for an instance before pressing herself slowly downwards.
A long, drawn out moan escapes from Ser Arthur's lips as their bodies gradually meld together. Lyanna can only gasps at the sensation of being stretched and filled by something large and hot.
"Arthur," she groans in mild discomfort, leaning down to give him a deep kiss.
The knight no longer fights her of course, but instead he kisses her in great fervor while Lyanna Stark loses her virginity to him.