Chapter 10 – Two Weddings
Robb
After a deep and dreamless sleep Robb awoke in the early morning. He wasn't nervous. He was happy and nothing had disturbed him that night. He looked at Myrcella. She was still sleeping, her golden head resting on his chest.
She had already moved into his chambers a few weeks before. His mother had slightly disagreed first but after seeing her son's happiness she reluctantly allowed it. Of course there was gossip in Winterfell about the whole matter, it was unusual for man and woman to share a room before their marriage. Myrcella had remembered him that in the south it was even uncommon for a lord to sleep in one room and bed with his lady wife. Robb had mockingly asked her if she would intend to do that. She had hit him softly with faked anger in response.
Robb looked at the girl in her peaceful sleep. She was so light, he could hardly sense her weight. But he could feel her warm and easy breath on his skin, her emerald eyes still covered with her eyelids and golden lashes. Robb examined her face, he could do that over and over again. He loved her beauty, her pale, milky and soft skin, her golden hair with the smell of lavender.
Myrcella liked lavender since she was a little girl, quite like her mother. Luckily her fondness of lavender was the only interest she had in common with Cersei. Cersei was as gentle as King Maegor the Cruel, as selfless as Aegon the Unworthy and as wise as Mad Aerys, Tyrion had told him yesterday. Myrcella was warm and soft all over.
But her beauty wasn't the only attribute of Myrcella he loved, nor was it the most important thing to him. Robb loved her strength, her kindness, her brilliant Lannister intellect and her funny, mocking jokes. He even once called her Tywin Lannister in a girl's body but she answered back that she is not, because she wouldn't drown children in a mine as punishment for a rebellion their parents started.
Robb didn't know the Lannister family very well but her character seemed to closely resemble Tyrion's. That was a good thing, because Tyrion was the only nice Lannister Robb had decided. Tyrion would give her to him before the Weirwood tree, they had already settled together. Myrcella's uncle had liked the idea as well.
Gods, was he happy and impatient. It would be the luckiest day in his entire life so fare and he was eagerly looking forward to their wedding night. It would be the first time they would be truly together, united in love. He had hardly managed to save that for this unique night and she felt the same way but now it was almost done.
The rising sun was shining through the window, illuminating the sleeping girl. Her hair was like a radiant river of gold in the sunshine. Robb could feel her shifting, obviously she had been awakened by the warmth of the sun.
"What time is it?", she asked dozily and gave a yawn.
"About seven o'clock in the morning", he answered her. "Breakfast in the great hall with my family and the northern lords and ladies will be in two hours."
"Then we should get up", Myrcella said in response.
"I could stay with you in that bed until the Long Night comes again", Robb said and kissed her neck and collarbones.
"You are allowed to do so after our wedding", she responded teasingly and stood up. Robb could see her contours shining through her nightgown, a wave of messy golden hair falling over her back.
"Perhaps you should stay like this, you have never been more beautiful", Robb said.
"Get up, you amorous fool", she answered giggling.
"As my princess commands", Robb said and left the bed.
"Don't call me princess", Myrcella responded, still giggling, "I will be Lady Stark very soon."
Now he was surprised.
"You are from two old and mighty families. You are a Baratheon with lions blood. If the bride is from a similar or even more powerful family she is allowed to keep her old name", he told her.
"I may do that, but I won't. I never felt like a Baratheon. 'Ours is the fury'. What a dumb and pretentious motto. I would never call myself 'Myrcella Lannister' because it reminds me of mother and Joffrey.
Secondly, do you believe the North will accept a 'Myrcella Baratheon' or even 'Lannister'?
The North only respects the Starks and so I'm going to be a Stark", Myrcella said solemnly.
She is a miracle, Robb thought.
"They have to respect you, otherwise they would be the stupidest Lords imaginable", he replied.
"You are a flatterer", she said amused and went to her wardrobe.
Robb got dressed as well. He wondered what dress she was going to choose, she wouldn't wear her wedding dress, which he still wasn't allowed to see, until the ceremony in the early afternoon.
He picked up a simple but suitable black tunic with silver direwolfs embroidered.
"Robb, how do I look?", he could hear her voice after some time.
Robb turned around and promptly recognized Sansa's needlework. So that's why Sansa handed over her gift already last evening. It was a bright blue dress in the northern style with a high collar, large flower-shaped embroidery surrounding her neckline. It was decorated with flower and leaf patterns. It almost totally lacked jewellery except some small golden lion heads as clasps. It was a master piece. Myrcella's golden hair was simply weaved into a single long braid.
She was more beautiful than Cersei in all of her perfect, artificial, statue-like grace ever was.
"You look stunning", he said winking, "Like a true princess, a northern princess."
"As I said earlier, you are a flatterer, my love. But I like your flattering", Myrcella answered with a grin.
Robb took her arm and they left his chambers to attend breakfast in the great hall. He noticed that it had snowed heavily in the night, Winterfell was covered with an unusual large amount of summer snow.
"You Starks are always right at last. Winter is coming", Myrcella said.
"Perhaps the Old Gods of the North want to show us their approval", Robb answered with a grin and two servants opened the gate to the great hall of Winterfell.
Everyone stood up while Robb and Myrcella were heading towards the high table at the end of the hall under the huge tapestry with the Stark sigil. Sansa was left to the lord's throne, Domeric next to her. His mother, Bran and Rickon were already there as well. He noticed that Tyrion and Lord Roose had been placed at the high table as well, next to each other; of course they were, they were the closest relatives to their children soon linked with House Stark through blood.
That could be an interesting conversation between the two of them, Robb thought amused and attended the great stone throne with Myrcella's chair to his right. He raised his cup to greet his guests.
"Lord Tyrion and Lord Roose, my dear family, Lords and Ladies of the North, loyal bannermen of House Stark, people of Winterfell, northmen, my friends. I'm honoured to host you at Winterfell. Today we will celebrate the wedding of my sister Lady Sansa to Lord Domeric of House Bolton, son and heir of Lord Roose Bolton of the Dreadfort and my own wedding to the Princess Myrcella of House Baratheon, daughter of King Robert Baratheon the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Roynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm and Queen Cersei Lannister.
May it be a happy day for all of us. May the Old Gods and the Seven smile upon us.
The wedding ceremony will take place at the godswood of Winterfell in the early afternoon, followed by the great feast.
All of you have been offered bread and salt. You are save under my Lord father's roof. And now enjoy your breakfast", he ended his speech, toasted to his guests and sat down.
The people in the great hall cheered loudly and emptied their cups.
"That was exhausting, saying all those titles", he whispered in Myrcella's ear.
"You have done quite a good job", she answered with a smile and kissed his cheek.
The breakfast went on mostly in silence, sometimes interrupted by a cheer or roar. Hopefully most of them stay sober until the ceremony, Robb thought. Now he was nervous and could barely eat something. He looked at Myrcella and she was similar but managed to hide it better than him.
Calm down, this is all what you ever wanted, your deepest heart's desire he told himself and took a deep breath. It didn't work. His stomach seemed to be filled with twisting snakes. Myrcella noticed it.
"Are you all right?", she asked, nervous herself.
"I'm, fine, I'm just a bit agitated. This great day is finally there. It's all I ever wanted", he answered with a tiny shiver in his voice.
In response Myrcella took his hand, hers tensed as he remarked, under the table and unexpectedly that worked well. He was breathing regularly again, his stomach calmed down as well. Robb softly stroked and massaged her hand in response, than her forearm. Robb could feel her muscles relax and he kissed her on the lips, not caring that everyone in the great hall could watch.
He could see Bran and Rickon giggling, his mother and Sansa smiling warmly, a cold and mocking hint of a smile appearing on Lord Roose's face, Tyrion grinning and the great hall cheering and feasting. It meant nothing to him, only the girl in his arms was important.
Myrcella
It seemed to be an eternity until they ended their kiss. Myrcella was out of breath, her face red and her heart hammering in her chest. She wasn't nervous, she was aroused. That kiss had silenced her hunger more than any food available.
"I'm looking forward to our wedding night. You won't be allowed to stop kissing me until you have kissed every part of me", she whispered in Robb's ear.
"That can take a very long time", he answered with a grin.
"We have the whole night", Myrcella said with a grin as well and continued eating.
The time went by very fast. Myrcella didn't notice anything apart of Robb at her side. The feasting crowd was as silent as graveyard to her ears, the only thing she could hear was Robb's breath. Her head was already filled with the things they would do to each other this night.
I'm a lucky girl, she thought. Most arranged marriages didn't work so well, perhaps the worst example was mother's relationship to her father. Mother might be a cruel and hateful witch but it's not only her fault. Father is a dumb brute and a hopeless drunk. Myrcella pushed aside her thoughts about her dysfunctional family and again took Robb's hand under the table.
"Myrcella", Robb's voice interrupted her rumination, "It's time. We have to prepare for the ceremony. I finally want to see your wedding dress."
"Patience, my love, you will see it very soon", Myrcella responded and stood up, taking his arm. Sansa and Domeric got up as well. They left the hall, walked over the courtyard, covered in deep summer snow and entered the main keep.
"Now you have to leave me", she said teasingly, "It brings bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress too early"
"We don't want to challenge fate, do we?", Robb answered smiling and left her after kissing her forehead.
Myrcella entered the room. Her handmaidens were already waiting, a hot bath was there as well. Normally she got dressed without help, but now she would need it to get finished in time. She looked at her wedding dress, displayed at the wardrobe. She had feared that her mother would force her into a crimson and gold Lannister dress, shouting at everyone 'Hear the lion roar, you worthless scum', but mother simply didn't care about her daughter's wedding at all. She hadn't even sent a letter, only uncle Jaime had wished her good fortune. So luckily Myrcella was able to order the dress by her own.
She had wanted the northern style, with few jewellery but elaborated embroidery. The dress consisted of two different parts, first a light gown, made of white, transparent silk. Robb would love to rip it apart from her.
Second there was the actual dress, consisting of fine velvet, coloured in bright silver, the Stark colour, embroidered with patterns looking like snowflakes. The ends of the sleeves were coloured in gold and decorated with white fur elements. The dress showed her contours but it wasn't too revealing and exposed only a small amount of skin. The only hints of her origin were the belt, made of Lannister gold and held together by two clasps in form of lion heads with red rubies as their eyes and the golden stag antlers woven into the neckline.
Myrcella called the handmaidens to help her out of her clothes and after she was undressed, Myrcella moved into her bath, mixed with the lavender she was fond of. It was relaxing and she leaned back, allowing the handmaidens to wash her hair.
After she was entirely cleaned she left the bath and the servant girls first used small amounts of lavender perfume and oil and than they started to dress her.
After she was wearing the chemise she hung her Lannister lion pendant around her neck. She was always wearing this pendant her mother had given her at the age of three, not because she loved the memory of her mother, but because it reminded her of a happier family life, when mother wasn't as paranoid and cold as now and Joffrey too small to torture anyone.
After that she told her handmaidens to help her with the actual dress and to style her hair. The dress was fitting perfectly. She liked the soft textile and the belt wasn't too tight.
The last days Myrcella had ruminated quite a long time what hairstyle to choose and finally she decided to have her hair styled in the northern style as well, simple but graceful. Her final choice was to have a part of her hair waved into breads with thin and fine threads of silver in it, encasing her head like a crown, meeting at her back of head and than falling down over her neck. It still took over half an hour to finish her hair.
At last the handmaidens put her maiden's cloak, coloured in Lannister crimson red and Baratheon yellow, showing lion and stag, around her shoulders. The heavy velvet of the cloak pulled her slightly down. She took a deep breath and left the room. Uncle Tyrion was already waiting outside to lead her to the godswood.
"Robb Stark is the luckiest man on earth. You are a thousand times as beautiful as Cersei and your wedding dress is amazing", Tyrion said and took her arm.
"You are almost as flattering as Robb", she answered him with a warm smile and followed him outside.
Robb
Robb was waiting at the crowded, snowy godswood, decorated with lamps and garlands, accompanied by his mother and Bran, carried by Hodor. Domeric, with his father at his side, was standing next to Robb, awaiting Rickon to arrive with Sansa. Rickon had spent the past days to learn the proper words by heart with great enthusiasm.
Robb examined Domeric. The heir to the Dreadfort was wearing a dark purple tunic of fine velvet, decorated with small red jewels in form of blood drops and black leather strips across his chest, symbolizing the Bolton sigil. A pendant with the flayed man was hung around Domeric's neck and he was wearing a dark blue cloak, showing the Bolton sigil as well. Domeric's clothing had obviously been chosen by his father.
Robb had selected a simple but elegant outfit. He was dressed in a black tunic of fine silk, with fur elements and a silver-grey direwolf embroidered on his chest. His fur cloak was hold together by two clasps in form of the Stark sigil.
He looked at the honour guard, half of them were Stark soldiers, dressed in their finest armours, everyone carrying a direwolf banner. The other half were Bolton men, holding their banners.
His eyes wandered around the crowd. Robb recognized the Greatjon, the fat Lord Manderly, both of them perhaps his fathers most trustworthy and loyal bannermen, then there was old Maester Luwin, who looked with proud at him, the boy he had known since he had helped him to leave the womb of his mother so many years ago.
Then Robb could finally see Myrcella, led by Tyrion, passing the honour guard. Her wedding dress was absolutely stunning. It was a dress in the northern style, coloured in bright silver and showing her graceful, slender contours without exposing too much skin. Robb noticed the lack of jewellery apart from the golden belt with the lion clasps and the stag antlers woven into her neckline. It was unpretentious and perfectly elegant and had most likely been ordered by herself. Robb winked at her and she blushed.
Myrcella and Tyrion were followed by Sansa and Rickon. His sister was wearing a tight, ice blue dress, definitely made by herself, with flower-shaped embroidery on her neckline, some silver jewellery elements and clasps in form of dragonflies. The belt consisted of metal direwolves, linked with each other and her maiden's cloak also showed the Stark sigil. Rickon was leading her, full of pride and with a wide smile. The two girls arrived at the weirwood tree and stopped.
Now the ceremony, performed by his mother, would begin. Mother had told him how strange that was to her. She still felt unfamiliar with the Old Gods, but father was at King's Landing and so it was her duty.
"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?", Catelyn said.
"Myrcella of House Baratheon comes here to be wed. A woman grown, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?", Tyrion spoke.
Robb stepped forward and started to speak: "Robb of House Stark. Heir to Winterfell. Who gives her?"
"Tyrion of House Lannister", Myrcella's uncle said, "Her mother's brother."
"Princess Myrcella, will you take this man?", his mother asked.
Myrcella stepped closer. "I take this man", she answered smiling.
Now the ceremony was performed again, this time with Domeric and Sansa. Rickon had perfectly learned the words by heart and proudly did his part, without any shiver in his voice. After Sansa had agreed to take Domeric,
Catelyn spoke to him and Domeric: "You may now cloak the brides and bring them under your protection."
Myrcella slightly bowed and Robb removed her maiden's cloak, as did Domeric with Sansa. He could smell the lavender in Myrcella's golden hair. Now a servant attended him with the white bride cloak, decorated with a silver direwolf, while Domeric was given a dark blue cloak, showing a red flayed man. Robb cloaked Myrcella and Domeric cloaked Sansa. Both brides rose
and the two couples said the holy words:"I'm hers and she is mine, I'm his and he is mine."
After they had finished the vow, Robb took Myrcella's head in his hands and shortly looked at her. Her eyelashes were slightly darkened and her cheeks and lips a bit more red than usual but apart from this her beauty was all natural. She was smiling happily. Robb could feel her small and soft hands foundling with his hair and he finally kissed his bride. The kiss was not only soft, warm and sweet, it was special. It was holy. Robb could feel her warmth and smell the lavender. Myrcella allowed his tongue to shortly enter her mouth until they broke the kiss and turned around to present themselves to the cheering crowd, together with Sansa and Domeric.
It was amazing, everything was amazing. It was an amazing dream that turned out to be reality. Robb looked at Myrcella, now truly his, and he could sense the happiness in her. He took her arm and and they both passed the honour guard, followed by Domeric and Sansa, returning to the great hall, were the wedding feast would take place.
He again took place at his father's throne, Myrcella to his right. The feast was probably one of the largest feasts Winterfell had ever seen in the past years, even larger than the feast in honour of King Robert. Almost everyone of the Northern Lords was there and the Lords who couldn't attend the wedding had at least sent an envoy. The great hall was decorated with the banners of the North and even a few stag and lion flags. His guests had gifted him and Myrcella generously. His mother had given them a large cup of gold, displaying the sigils of all the great houses, Bran a book about the history of the North, Tyrion a book as well, 'Lives of Four Kings' it was called, Lord Umber a huge sword, Lord Karstark two saddles of fine leather, for example. They received many useful or not so useful gifts from many different people.
Incredible large amounts of food from all over the country were there and the crowd enjoyed it loudly. Robb and Myrcella began eating, sometimes feeding each other. Robb was extremely hungry after his poor breakfast and the exiting ceremony, but he drank little, as did Myrcella.
"Are you happy?", he asked her.
"It is the best day in my life so far. I couldn't imagine such a happy day at the beginning of this year. I was stuck in the Reed Keep with my mad family and now here we are", she said smiling.
"I couldn't imagine to be wed to such a stunning girl", Robb said.
"You are flattering again", Myrcella responded and teasingly kissed his cheek.
"Your wedding dress is perfect. How did you manage?", he asked her.
"I'm very glad you like it. First I had no idea at all and so I asked Sansa what she is going to wear. I really loved her self-made dress but I couldn't simply copy it and I definitely didn't want to dress like my mother. I hate the crimson Lannister red.
So I designed a dress in the northern style, similar to Sansa's but with some clear differences. For example I have chosen the silver-grey Stark colour because I wanted to show everyone that I'm going to be a true northern lady and a Stark. Sansa didn't have to do that, she is Eddard Stark's daughter", she explained him.
"You are a genius", Robb answered her and kissed her forehead.
"And you are a flatterer again", she said giggling and they both continued eating.
Robb let his eyes wander across the hall. Sansa and Domeric were a perfect, young couple in love with each other. Rickon was sitting on his mothers lap, clearly enjoying the feast and the many people. The child was laughing and cheering all the time. Bran was sitting solemnly in his chair, lost in thoughts, but he seemed to be happy as well. Tyrion was again placed next to Lord Bolton. Myrcella's uncle was drinking heavily but still did not seem to be drunk too much. He was sometimes talking to Lord Bolton, who wasn't drinking any alcohol except his Hippocras.
Lord Bolton's face was as expressionless as ever. Robb remembered that he was calm and cold even during the ceremony. Only at one short moment he had looked pleased at his son, but he wasn't pleased because his son was happy, he was pleased because he had reached an important political goal. Robb looked away from this man who still made him shiver and continued eating.
Myrcella
Their wedding feast went on the whole day. Outside the sky turned darker and inside the people become more and more drunk. The Greatjon was playing a drinking game and had beaten everyone who dared to challenge him, even Tyrion. Sometimes servants had to carry some people out of the great hall to put them in their beds, but all in all nothing bad happened.
Myrcella looked out of one of the great, high windows. The sun had gone down and a full moon was rising now on a black, starry sky. Why the hell my wedding day is as perfect as in those stupid, romantic stories for little girls, she thought amused. Loud roars interrupted her. The people had started to call for the bedding.
"Do you want to have a bedding ceremony?", Robb whispered in her ear.
"I have survived the feast so I will survive the bedding", she answered with a tiny smile.
Robb turned to his sister to ask her for her approval and after Sansa had nodded, he stood up and allowed the crowd to carry the couples to their chambers. Robb took her arm and they went towards the crowd, with Sansa and Domeric behind them. All four of them were lifted up, Robb and Domeric by the women, Myrcella and Sansa by the men. They were carried out of the hall by the cheering and roaring people. Myrcella could feel her dress removed, but no one dared to take too much liberties.
Only her gown was left when they reached Robb's chambers. Robb was now only wearing a white tunic of linen. They were thrown on the wedding bed and left alone. Robb locked the door. Myrcella eagerly grabbed him and greedily kissed his mouth without a word. Their tongues fought a battle against each other while she was toying with his curly, auburn hair. Out of breath they broke the kiss.
"Now we can do what we always wanted to do since our first kiss in the godswood", she said grinning.
"Tell me if I hurt you. There may be a little amount of blood, your maiden's blood, but don't worry about it. I will stop if you want me to stop", Robb answered her gently.
"And will you continue if I want you to continue?", she said still grinning. "
Yes", he said laughing.
"What are you waiting for then?", Myrcella said and kissed him again, while opening the clasps of his tunic. Robb was stroking her back now, searching for the twines which hold her gown together. Her skin was prickling under his touch and her face was hot. Robb eagerly ripped apart her gown and her small clothes, revealing her body. She pushed his tunic over his shoulders and he removed his trousers.
Myrcella looked at his muscular chest and twisted on of his nipples between her fingers, causing him to moan quietly. In response Robb grabbed her, lifted her up with one arm and pushed her on the bed. She was filled with greed and desire.
Robb took her head in his hands and kissed her mouth, forehead, her hair, her cheeks and then her collarbones. She could feel a familiar hot dampness growing between her legs and she was moaning. Now she grabbed his head and pressed it against her naked breasts. Robb placed kisses upon them and licked one of her nipples with his tongue. She moaned loader. A quit scream left her mouth when he took one of her nipples in his mouth, kissing, licking, sucking and softly biting it. Her arousal kept growing. Robb raised his head.
"Now I will fulfil my promise. I'm going to kiss every part of you", he said winking and before she could say anything he already placed kisses on her forehead, her neck, her collarbones. His lips made her body burn, fire was running through her veins. Robb moved down slowly on her body, again kissing her breasts. Myrcella was breathing heavily and tiny yells left her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him, scratching his back with her nails and Robb reached her belly, covering it with kisses.
Her body started to tense. He only stopped to took a breath and immediately continued, now kissing her lower legs, slowly moving over her knees to her thighs. She could finally feel his lips on the soft and sensitive skin of her inner thighs. He was kissing and licking her there, unstoppably moving to the already wet place between her legs.
Myrcella decided to do something in response and slipped her hand down. She found it and took his manhood in her hands. Robb instantly tensed as well, moaning and yelling in pleasure. Myrcella was toying with it, moving her fingers around the soft and hot flesh.
Then Robb pressed his mouth against the lips between her legs, kissing and licking this very special part of her. She screamed loudly when he moved his tongue into her and even louder when Robb started to massage her breasts. She grabbed his head and pressed it harder against her. Robb continued licking, swirling and sucking her, while she fondled with his hair, moaning and screaming, until he stopped. She leaned back, completely out of breath, aroused heavily, her skin glittering, covered in sweat.
"Are you ready for the final step?", Robb asked her.
She was ready. "I am. Don't waste time, just do it", she said winking, but with a small shiver in her voice. Robb kissed her damp, sweaty forehead, then her mouth. Their tongues met again, clashing and pushing. Myrcella tasted herself on his lips. She could feel Robb positioning himself over her entrance and she decided to do the last step herself.
Myrcella put her hands on his hips and pulled him closer. She felt a short pain and her maidenhood broke. His manhood perfectly fit in her. Tiny drops of blood appeared on the linen.
"Have I hurt you?", Robb asked her.
"No, you have not. It feels good", she whispered at him. Robb placed a kiss on her forehead again and softly pushed into her. An entirely new feeling was running through her body. It was great to have Robb inside her, even more amazing than the tongue games they had enjoyed the past days. Robb was slowly increasing the speed. Myrcella could hear herself moaning.
Robb pushed deeper into her and she clamped him with her arms and legs, placing kisses on his neck.
Then Robb rapidly raised, taking her with him. Now he was laying on his back and she on top. She looked at his face. His cheeks were blushed and his auburn hair sticking on his forehead and his blue Tully eyes met her emerald ones. Robb took her hips and slowly shoved her back and forth. The feeling was great but it was not enough and so she grabbed his shoulders and slammed herself against him with all her strength. Her body seemed to explode, her skin was prickling. It was painful and ecstasizing simultaneously. Both of them were yelling in pleasure while she was rocking her hips.
Robb wrapped his arms around her back to drag her closer, pushing his manhood even deeper into her. She managed to reach his mouth and kissed him, his manhood still inside her and her hips moving back and forth. It was the greediest kiss imaginable, their tongues twisted, their lips on fire. Myrcella bit his bottom lip.
Their wedding night was not a bit romantic. It was wanton, it was dirty, it was great. Robb pushed her head back and she put her hands on his chest, clawing her nails into it and contiuned rocking her hips while he was pushing harder into her. She felt his harsh and hot breath on her skin.
Myrcella threw her head back and loud screams left her mouth. Now she almost violently slammed herself against him, each thrust sending fire through her body. The rapture was incredible. It was unearthly.
She let herself fall back on the bed, dragging Robb with her. He pressed his head against her damp breasts and again pushed into her, a bit more softly now. Her head was burning, the accumulated ecstasy almost unendurable. She could feel her climax approaching, while Robb was smoothly biting her breasts.
"Robb, faster", she shouted and scratched her nails over his back. Robb pushed again into her, causing her to yell out his name again. Her body was shaking, trembling and twitching uncontrollably.
He was reaching some parts of her she didn't know before. It felt like if she was hit by thunderbolts. Each thrust was harder than the one before. Robb slightly raised his head to kiss and lick her neck, than her collarbones, covering her breasts with his hand, greedily stroking them, twisting her niples. Myrcella's head was hot, her whole body seemed to burn, her screams grew louder.
Then Robb slammed even deeper and harder into her than ever before and everything exploded. All the damed pleasure and ecstasy spreaded through her tensed body within one second. All of her muscles slacked at once.
She could feel Robb releasing his warm seed deep inside her and he let himself fall on the bed. Myrcella desperately gasped for air while her body was relaxing. She was all wet and soaked, sweat running down like rivers on her skin, her hair sticking on her forehead and her back too. Her breasts, her neck, her belly and her legs were covered with tiny bruises. Her heart was hammering in her and she was suddenly extremely tired. She could feel a harsh but pleasant pain between her legs.
Myrcella raised her head and weakly kissed his lips and rested her head on his chest, which was bleeding a little from her love bites.
"I never want to do anything else", she said, "I never want to leave this bed"
"Me too. It was incredible", Robb said, still out of breath and he wrapped an arm around her and softly stroked her hair. Myrcella wrapped her arms around him as well and they layed there intertwined for a few minutes, listening at each others breath, until they both fell asleep.