Meereen: Day 4
"The Mother summons you in her private hall, master," announced the boy while the couple was sitting by the table. He went on looking at them as if their previous childish behaviour did not fit his image of two adults who he respected so.
"Thank you, Mhyraz. Tell her I'll attend in short." The boy nodded and went to convey the message to the queen.
Sansa also had noticed the kid's puzzled look.
"Poor thing. He must believe we're a bit crazy," pitied her, amused.
"Then he better get used to it. And to worst things than that. He could catch us playing other games," insinuated him with his ardent look, which roamed her as if she were naked.
She sensed the heat that automatically flowed down to her womb whenever he gazed her that way, and turned a bright red.
"You're incorrigible," reprimanded her unconvincingly, fighting back her smile. She made a great effort to remain serious and change topic.
"Do you think the queen and you will talk about the subject?"
He let off a long sign of resignation. In that moment, if it depended on him, even the queen herself would have to wait. All his wife's body, dressed in one of those light gowns which tempted him with the vision of her cute skin, was begging him for a truly wild fuck. They had not made it since the previous evening and that was an eternity for him, as he spent the day feverish with sexual desire for her.
He had to resort to all his self-control. He breathed deeply.
"Yes. Last night she and I could not speak in private and that conversation was left pending. Moreover, I suppose she will want to hand over to me the tasks of the day," succeded him in pronouncing, almost with normality.
She knew what he was pleading for wordlessly. She suddenly stood up from the chair and offered him her hand.
"Come with me. If we hurry up we can make it before Dara comes. Make it to me quickly," said her, breathless.
He jumped from the chair, took her hand and guided her to the bed. He raised her dress to her waist, removed her underwear with a pull, lowered his pants and penetrated her urgently. She rubbed her spot of pleasure and in a couple of minutes she reached her peak, restraining her screams for fear that Dara were near their chambers. He moaned and trembled and filled her with his last rams.
"For the gods. It has been incredible, Sansa. You're incredible." He gave her a wet and deep kiss. With regret, he got out of her and mended his dishevelled hair and his half removed trousers.
"You too, my love," said her sweetly.
"I desire you more and more. How can it be possible?" He feigned surprise and kissed one breast, covered with the light dress.
Just then Dara knocked and Sansa invited her to go in, putting on quickly her underwear and smoothing her skirt.
Tyrion and Sansa smiled at each other with the complicity of furtive sex.
"See you later, darling. Have a good morning and think a bit of your poor husband far from you and wanting you."
She pushed him softly to the door, laughing.
"Come on, go now, insatiable man."
"See you, insatiable woman."
Dara entered and bumped into the small master, who went out grinning from ear to ear.
(Part of a longer chapter)
