"She was mine! How could they?! I told them about my list, they knew she was mine!", the girl plagued again.
"A girl is wrong, Cersei Lannister was being promised to the Red God decades ago. He demanded that she be brought to him by the hands of the valonqar way before she was added on a girl's list, way before a lovely girl was even in this world.", Jaqen stated back calmly, driving his horse back to the stables.
It was late at night, and they were coming back from one of their training. They trained every night in the courtyard, sparred and water danced until late. They had been doing so since the departure of Gendry, the Hound an Tyrion Lannister, more than a moon ago now. But tonight, they had experimented going out of the castle, and waited for the sky to be dark to leave with the horses. They did so for two reasons, one being that no one would notice them sneaking out just the two of them when the whole castle was asleep, and second being that there was no better place than a dark forest to improve their spying and silently fighting techniques. They had to beware every branch that would crack if they put their feet in the wrong place, every sound would be audible, and not disturbed by footsteps in a hallway if they were to train in the castle. But doing so compelled them to take care of their horses by themselves, the stable boys being asleep in their beds. Since the imp's 'trial', she was constantly wearing a frustrated expression on her face, and the courses she gave during the day did not help with her frustration, as her pupils were really bad and always whining about something.
"What do you know about it? You cared about Cersei's fate?", she said, slowly turning the key to the stable's door and unlocking it.
"A man grew an interest about a girl's list. He asked the many faced god if she will be able to fulfill it, and this was one of the answers he got."
"Valonqar is old Valyrian, it means brother, right? Little brother, if I am not wrong."
He nodded.
"And what about the others? What did the many faced God show you about the Mountain? And the Red Woman, Beric Dondarrion, Illyn Payne?"
Curious girl
"A girl will figure it out by herself soon enough.", he said chuckling, before gently taking the saddle off his horse, moving to take the one off hers, while she was collecting grains and water to give to their mounts.
"Tell me!", she hissed, dropping the full bucket on the ground.
"Come on, be fair!"
"A girl is insistent.", he added, his usual smirk back on his face.
"Does she really want the surprise to be spoiled?"
"Stop talking to me like that! I'm not a child anymore!", she spat out.
She was starting to get mad, but it amused him. The room was dark, but he could guess that her cheeks had turned red, like they usually do when she is pissed off.
"Indeed, lovely girl. But wouldn't you prefer to-"
"Jaqen!"
She was standing in front of him, frowning, her arms crossed on her chest, her eyes sparkling with anger.
He sighed, before chortling again, putting the heavy saddles down and untying the loins.
"A man was only informed about Cersei Lannister's fate, for the others, he only knows that they will have a hard time if they ever cross a blood-thirsty girl's path."
He saw her expression go from angry to disappointed.
Like a child
"Since the Hound went with them, surely I'll have no chance to killing his brother either. The red woman is halfway across the world, and Dondarrion probably froze at the wall.", she said letting out a sigh.
Oh, lovely girl
"The horses need hay.", she said, brushing her thoughts away.
He followed her through the long corridor, which was only lightened by a single torch. They reached the hay stock. The air in the room was not as damp as outside, so it felt like it was less freezing. She started to pile up a little heap.
"A man is sorry he could not tell you more, he knows how sweet vengeance tastes.", he said walking by. His steps were slow and silent, there was no way she could have guessed he had moved, so when he whispered in her ear, strands of his hair tickling her cheek and warm air brushing against her skin, she was surprised, and he could almost feel the shivers go down her spine as he lay a hand on the small of her back.
"But a man can show a girl something that tastes much sweeter."
He waited for her reaction, and run his teeth from the back of her ear to the side of her neck, leaving a wet trail, his gloved hands wandering on her waist.
He heard a sigh come out from her mouth, but it was nothing like her precedent one. It screamed of want, and he felt himself grow hard under the many layers of leather he was wearing.
He heard that sound, and he knew she was biting her lip.
She slowly put the hay she had collected back on the haystack, and turned her head to look at his glistening, lustful eyes. Her cheeks were burning red. They had not done anything, not even kissed since the night she had come to meet him in his bedroom. They had not been alone, and he had not come to her room. He wanted her to find the courage to come back to his room by herself, however long that would take. He knew she craved him too, he could see the sparkle in her eyes when he talked to her, or by the way she squeezed her knees together when he touched her hand sometimes during the meals in the great hall. He did not want to brusk things, he knew she would eventually be the undertaking one, but waiting like that had let him a lot of time to think about her.
Truth was, he hungered for her like a depraved man. Since he had had a taste of her sweet, snowy flesh, keeping his hands off her was pure torture, and keeping his eyes away from her perfect, gentle curves was nearly impossible. Every time they would find themselves at night, he had imagined how they could have spent the night loving each other instead of fighting. On the bare, snowy ground, or against a tree, in an inn, nearby some lit fireplace on the carpeted floors…He had pictured how he could have heard her scream his name over and over, panting under him instead of hearing the unceasing clash of their steel.
A much more tempting melody
He turned her frame quickly, and connected their mouths, his tongue invading through her parted lips. She let out a moan, and he gripped her waist and sat her on the stack, holding her very close from him. He felt her arch her back, and he started unlacing the tight leathery coat that she was wearing, and that he had dreamed to rip off so many times before, always having to restrain himself.
Ah, the things we do for decency
His fingers were deft and quick, and he teared her chemise open. In the time of one kiss, she found herself completely bare chested in front of him, his hands already owning her bosoms. Although it was very dark in the room, he could guess their shape perfectly.
They parted for air, and she seriously wondered if he ever took the time to breathe before taking an erect nipple in his mouth and circling his hot tongue around it. His hands traveled down and found the laces of her pants. Her fingers were twirling in his hair, not quick enough to follow.
Good.
If she does anything to a man, he will not be able to restrain himself
He wanted to be the one making her feel good. He also craved her touch and the feeling of her soft fingers against his golden flesh, but he would not be able to keep any kind of control if she moved further, although he knew that they both wanted her to. But she was not ready to fully lose control yet. But maybe just a tiny bit.
He pulled her pants down and threw them carelessly on the dusty floor. She took his head in her hands and connected their lips again, their tongues dancing in his mouth, and she began untying his furry coat to reveal his perfect, muscular torso. Before her hands could reach his bare skin, he ripped her small clothes off and hovered over her, forcing her to lie back on the hay. His mouth traveled from her chin to her neck, then to her breasts and stomach. His hands rested on the junction where her thighs met her hips. He started moving further down, leaving a few kiss-marks here and there.
His head was now at her core.
As his hands began to part her legs, he felt her lift her head up.
"Wait what are you doi-
"Lie down, lovely girl", he said, taking one little hand in his.
"and let your master take care of you."
First, he kissed, waiting for her reaction. Then, with one long and slow stroke, he licked her swollen nub, and she squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back, her mouth opening. He could hear she was doing her very best not to moan too loud.
Proud girl
Not for long, he thought, as he licked again, tortuously slow, and again, again, again…
She grabbed a fistful of forage and curled her toes, having a hard time keeping her hips from moving.
-Oh!", he heard her cry out.
But he went on. He drew circles with his hot tongue, slightly nipped and dipped, sending shivers and waves of heat in her whole body. He held her hips sturdily, and prevented any movement. He heard her breath accelerate, and felt her frame tremble as a wave of wetness coated his tongue. She tasted of sweet petals and fresh snow.
A man is only beginning, lovely girl
He moved faster, rougher, and gently rubbed two of his fingers around her folds, trying to hold her hips still with his other arm, as it was more and more difficult.
"No more! You're killing me-", she said in her smothering voice, as she clutched at his arm.
She was moaning louder and louder, and he could hear the hay scratching against her back. The sound of her gasps and broken voice was only encouraging him more. He pushed his fingers in her, and they slid perfectly in and out, stretching her soft and warm walls ever so tortuously. Each time he pushed deeper and licked more roughly, the sound of a strangled moan and her convulsing inner walls as a reward.
She was scratching at his arm, powerfully pinning her down, crying out, as a call for mercy. He knew he was turning her crazy, he felt her muscles contract at the rhythm of his strokes, but he ruthlessly continued.
Come on, lovely girl
Say it
Scream it
He accelerated his pace even more, and he knew she could see white spots dancing around, her knuckles white from holding onto his scratch-marked arm so tight, moving her head in all directions. She looked so beautiful like that, his lovely girl, driven by wants and peasure instead of vengeance, her cheeks reddened and her hair ruffled, as her man was dining of her. He felt the slight coat of sweat on her skin, but went on with his ministrations, pitilessly turning her mad until he got what he wanted.
"Oh Jaqen!", she finally shrieked.
She could have woken up the whole castle, Jaqen did not care. All that mattered at this precise moment was his panting lovely girl, savoring the sweetness of his abilities, just like he was savoring her sweet taste of winter.
A final lap, a quick suckle at his drenched fingers.
"A girl tastes delightful."
He brought his mouth to hers, drenched in his victory, and allowed her to taste herself on his lips, before freeing her mouth to let her retrieve her breath. She talked, still shaking from the aftershocks.
"Seven hells, I'm never going back to just your fingers after thi-"
They both heard the sound of footsteps on the snow. They were far, but the two of them needed to leave quickly. She tried to stand up, but he caught her before her trembling knees could hit the ground. He swiftly gathered the remains of her clothes and she tried to figure out how to cover herself with the rags. He helped her climb the wall, she was struggling and tired, but she would refuse his help if he proposed to carry her to her bed, like the romantic in him wanted to. They got out thanks to the hole in the roof, which was right below a balcony leading to their quarters. He felt even more triumphing when he noticed that her legs were still shaky when her feet finally touched the ground again.
Someday, a man wants to see her unable to walk
A man will love her all night and all morn if need be, not allowing her to sleep until she is exhausted
"A girl has a good night.", he said, slightly bowing.
"Stay with me!", she said, grasping his arm, re-arranging her teared chemise to cover her naked bosoms underneath. Not that she needed to conceal them from him.
"Is a girl not satisfied yet?", he asked, smirking.
"What about you? A girl wants to satisfy you too…", she said, and he knew she tried to sound seductive. And oh- she achieved it.
He hesitated, she knew he was.
"A girl wants to taste you too…Wouldn't a man like that, a girl on her knees, her lips wrapped around him?", she said, but she spoke with her eyes, sparkling with lust.
He smiled as he felt himself grow hard, so hard he wondered if the leather pants could hold him.
It was pure torture.
There was no way he could hold himself if he spent the night in her bed.
He knew he would regret this until the day he would leave this world, but he refused.
"It is late, and a girl is tired.", he said, carefully not touching her, fearing that the contact of their lust impregnated flesh would make him change his mind in the blink of an eye. He did not dare look at her. He knew it was not the answer she was expecting. Only a fool would have refused.
Not even a fool. Only a degenerated, a madman
He bowed.
"A man and a girl have training tomorrow.", he said, walking away.
He entered his room, latched the door immediately, and just lingered here, his back against the heavy wood. He did look like a madman, his hair a mess, his face in his hands.
He quickly unlaced the ties of his pants and breeches, watched himself spring out.
He took himself in hand, and it almost ached.
"Wouldn't a man like that, a girl on her knees, her lips wrapped around him?"
Seven hells, where did she even learn those words?!
But he thought about it, how her eyes would look at him from down there, innocent and fearless, as he would fill her until she could not take him anymore, thrusting in, out, back in, back out…
The picture in his head almost felt real, as he stroke himself going north then south, feeling the tension build up. He entered this zone of frenzy, where the line between reality and fantasy would blur, where insanity would take over reason.
He felt the thick, warm liquid on his calloused hands.
In his mind, on her pleased face, as she licks the remaining off him.
He started to take control over himself again, tried to calm his heavy breathing as he looked for a cloth to clean himself with.
The God has other plans for this girl
I am so damned