Game of Thrones: Loves Many Trial
Final chapter of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Epilogue
Returning to their off-campus apartment, Jamie and Meera both smiled, their hands linked.
"That was fun." Meera remarked softly.
Jamie smiled, glad she had enjoyed their dinner together.
"Thanks." He said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
She paused for a moment as they stood in the hallway, she analysed him carefully.
"You know I'm not some fragile doll, I don't..." She began.
Quickly he explained. "I know, I know, I just...I didn't mean it that way."
She sighed and shook her head. "Doubting yourself again, oh…"
She kissed him, a kiss he eagerly returned before they headed to their bedroom. Their love was just as strong, if not stronger than ever, and they had decided to move in together when they began attending college.
Once in the bedroom Jamie sat down on the bed, unlaced and removed his black sneakers. Meera easily slid off her black flats and settled back on the bed. Turning to observe her, Jamie grinned.
As always she looked stunning, even the frayed hems of her denim jeans and the baggy nature of her green flannel shirt did little to mask that in his eyes.
"What?" She asked, noticing his look.
A little embarrassed at being caught he quickly replied. "I, sorry I just...You're beautiful..."
She blushed but grinned. "Thank you."
He recalled some of the things she had told him, and realized the full weight of what he said, but he meant it, with all his heart.
Still feeling hot from Jamie's compliment and knowing he meant it, Meera was at a loss for words. Despite his usual awkwardness, he was sweet and she loved that. She observed him, dressed in simply dark jeans, a white and grey polo shirt and simple white socks and bit her lip.
'He's been so careful after what happened, I was so scared too...We took it slow, but now...'
As she thought this she smiled and gently urged him closer. He did so and she pulled him to her, kissing deeply, he returned the kiss and soon they were lost. At least until his hands began roaming her body and he suddenly stopped, hands just beneath the waistband of her jeans.
"Meera, are you…?" He began, uncertain.
She nodded. "I'm sure Jamie, I'm very sure...I'm ready, please..."
He smiled and kissed her. "Gladly."
With that, he wasted no time pulling her jeans down, she quickly helped him, removing her shirt.
Jamie's eyes widened at her underwear, while plain white, both her panties and bra were rather decorative, made with lace and offered the only coverage now to Meera's bare skin, yet already he could feel his body reacting and he bit back a moan as Meera began undressing him until his black boxers were all that stood between him and nakedness.
Meera quickly finished job for them and soon they were both naked, Meera grinning as she observed him.
"Wow."
Biting his lip Jamie smiled. "I...wow, Meera, you..."
He immediately reached towards her, hesitated and, when she nodded, began his exploration. She wasn't as flat as he had heard her being mocked, her breasts were small, but perfectly formed, crowned with small brown nipples that reacted to his touch immediately.
He kissed her again, before trailing kissing down her neck, chest, then her breasts, he teased her nipples with his teeth, earning a moan from her. He worked his way down to her navel and then back up again. Meera's eyes were wide and he was sure he was the same.
Both of them were overcome with passion and, apart from briefly making sure they were safe, they began.
"Ready"
She nodded and, as he entered, let out a breathy sigh.
"Oh Gods...Jamie..."
A wave of euphoria overcame him as well as he began to build a slow but steady rhythm that gradually got faster until soon they were moving in sync.
Their euphoria lasted long, when they reached their peak and came together, it was like a release for both. They cried out and Meera arched her back, Jamie held her close and they silenced each other with another kiss. Jamie and Meera knew with certainty then, as they lay, basking in the afterglow, holding each other, that they would remember this moment and enjoy their future together.
"It was nice of your parents to have me for dinner." Marina said as they entered Lancel's flat
"They wanted to know you better and, they really do like you."
"And I them. Janei is so sweet!"
Lancel beamed, his pride of being an older brother to an adorable sibling shining through. He put the kettle on, preparing tea for the both of them. Marina didn't feel like going home and he didn't feel like being alone. And they had much to prepare. Like their plans for moving in together for college. How to split the common money. Those little things. Marina liked when it was all prepared in advance, so they could breathe easier.
"Pear and chocolate. You know me well." She joked as she took a sip from her mug
Lancel sat next to her.
"I'm sorry for Janei." He said carefully
"Huh?"
"The baby thing... She's been all over it lately."
Marina smiled. The little girl had been happy that her brother had found his princess and she had asked, right in the middle of dinner, when they would start having babies, Lancel had blushed and Marina had laughed. However, he had felt ill-at-ease for her.
He knew his girlfriend was open-minded, but he knew her views on marriage, on kids, how love actually scared her so commitment and children? He knew she said that, if loved and loved back, she might go back on her thoughts but could he impose on her, later on, that life changing adventure that was parenthood?
An adventure from which they couldn't step out?
"I wouldn't mind having your babies. Not now of course, but someday, it could be nice. Though..." Marina trailed off, hesitant.
"Though?"
"I've been craving your child for months... You're the only one with whom it happened. I know we would make it but... I'm scared." She admitted. "I love what we have together and I fear having a child would destroy that, change its nature... Am I a bad person? For selfishly wanting to raise a little you while being scared to be out of my comfort zone?"
He hugged her tight.
"I think many women think like you. They just don't say it because of what society pressure them into: thinking motherhood is natural for every girl."
"That said... We can always practice for its creation." She remarked with a suggestive smile.
Lancel laughed.
"Though... Please don't hate me..."
"Why?" He queried.
Marina was red and he was fearing the worst. Was it because she was still a virgin? He already knew. Just as he knew she wrote lemons and such, so she knew how it was done and while he didn't want to picture it, he assumed that, like many people, she masturbated from time to time.
"I... I've always had that kinky idea of doing it while watching porn..."
He stared at her before he chuckled.
"Okay, wanna know a kinky idea of mine?"
She was all ears.
"Doing it in public."
"Like public toilets?" She asked, perplexed.
"The woods."
This time, she laughed. "You are taking the Nature lover to a whole new level."
He smiled.
"Though I admit that... For our first... I thought it'd be more... Old fashioned, if you see what I mean." He confessed, almost whispering
"I didn't know you liked South Park. But yeah. Let's be adventurous after." She agreed, before grinning and adding. "Besides, it's still early so should anyone visit while we watch porn, it's awkward and it's too cold to do it outside."
She kissed him to ease him of his hesitations. Under her bravado, she understood and agreed, she didn't see herself losing her virginity to a man or a woman in the toilets of a club. She wanted it to happen safely hidden in her bubble, where all that mattered was her loved one and herself.
He kissed her again, enjoying the softness of the moment, pulling her closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened it, laying her gently of her back on the sofa. He thought back when they almost did it. He could feel they were ready this time. He was, he was pretty sure she was too, but he'd respect her words if she felt scared.
She was intoxicating, he could feel the birth of an erection in his trousers, he felt tight. Just by making out with her, her breath of his skin, while fully clothed. He had to restrain himself so his hands wouldn't wander on the landscape that was her body. Yet, he was surprised to see her legs had been slowly spreading so he could be more comfortable. Her cheeks were slightly red and her eyes tainted with a hint of lust.
"I feel so bad saying it... But... I do want you to take me..." She shamefully admitted
"Right now? I'd hurt you if I did."
"Please..."
He smiled at her and kissed her again, surprised but happy she was adventurous enough to seek his bare skin under her fingers. He did the same and was surprised to feel her nipples already hard, poking against her bra.
He took off her pale pink sweater dress while she unburdened him of his open blue lumberjack shirt, plus the white sleeveless top underneath and she felt confident enough, going as far as removing her black leggings and flats, being in her black bra and matching panties in front of him. Her panties were damped.
He didn't undo her bra, he just pulled her breasts out from it, freeing them so he could enjoy the view, her bra now tucked underneath. Her nipples were large, pink, offered to him, already hard and pointed. He kissed them softly, making her shiver with pleasure. He continued to kiss her, making his way down to her womanhood, freeing them of the last piece of clothing that were keeping them private.
Marina felt suddenly scared, what if he didn't like the way she kept it? However, he didn't seem to mind and she gasped in surprise when his lips met that part of her. Nothing had ever felt better than his tongue. She couldn't help but moan and every moan of hers seemed to full his desire to lick her clean. Her heart was beating faster and she only craved pleasure at that point.
She wanted to cum again and again, hoping it would never end. She still felt ashamed by the thoughts she was having. She wanted to be his prostitute, to obey every desire of his so he'd make her feel good in return.
"Gods, Lancel... Fuck me..."
"Didn't know you could be so lewd."
"Don't tease me. I can't hold it much longer."
He felt a bit bad for her, playing with her emotions like that, yet the small lusty cry she let out when he started to finger her made him easily forget about it. Removing his jeans and black boxers. Just as much as he forgot the last decency he was keeping and with his other hand, he started to jerk himself off, too aroused to leave it alone by now.
He was surprised to see her breaking their game, sitting, only to be kissed and to find her hand stroking his manhood. His own hand found its way back to her cunt. She was so wet he wondered if she had been horny for long. He felt pride in knowing he made her that way. She was almost riding him and the thought was more than pleasant to him. However, she was about to offer herself to him completely when he froze.
"What is it?" She asked
"I don't have any condoms... And I know you aren't on the pill..."
"Tell me... If we go all the way and make a baby now, would you be mad?" She asked.
He still fretted and returned a question of his own. "What about you?"
"I told you. I want you, all that comes from you."
Eased, he kissed her. In a way, it aroused him more, this risky sex. He helped her sit and he could see her wincing slightly as he entered her. He hugged her close and kissed her neck to help her forget about it, so she could adjust herself. He resisted the urge to pound her quickly, she was so wet and tight it was almost a miracle he hadn't exploded once she was full with his penis.
When she seemed comfortable enough, he tried moving softly and gaining a small moan and a smile, he started to go a bit faster. Her face was filled with bliss.
"It feels so good..." She confessed
She surprised him yet again when she started to move too, riding him slowly, gaining speed as well as confidence after a while. The place was now filled with their grunts, with the sound of their doings. He realized the curtains weren't closed.
"Fuck it. It will give them a show if they look."
All he cared about was he and her. He thrusted faster, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. A smirk of his face, he put her on her back and entered her again. He toyed with her by going out completely before getting in again. He noticed some wet spots on the sofa. She was having a blast and he wanted her to feel completely overcome by lust.
She was actually teasing him as she was touching herself as he was ramming her. He blocked her and started to thrust as fast, as deep, as strongly as he could manage, causing her walls to tighten around him. She was close and she had no shame whatsoever screaming his name, begging for more.
She wrapped herself around him so he could reach some spots of her, he was close too, and her litany made him want to fill her up so badly.
"Keep going... I'm cumming..."
She was soaked. He continued, her ass cheeks starting to get red as they were repeatedly hit by his balls. He kissed her one last time before he couldn't hold it any longer and he released himself inside of her. They were sweaty, panting and happy. He watched as she pleasured herself, his semen starting to pour out of her.
He could tell their college nights would be very, very smutty.
Sansa smiled as she sat, thinking, she and Brian had been living together for some time. They had just had a fine dinner, and a few drinks, she thought long and hard, their relationship had been going so well.
'I, do I really want to…am I ready for…?' She wondered. 'Brian wouldn't push me into it if I wasn't…Not like Joffrey.'
She couldn't help but smile; something about the mere thought of wanting to take the next step sent pleasant butterflies through her stomach. She smoothed down her blue mini dress and turned to her boyfriend.
"Brian, I…" She began; unsure.
"Yeah?" He asked, turning to her.
She bit her lip. "I was wondering, would you, like to…you know…"
His eyes widened as he realized what she meant. "Sansa, that's, you mean you want to…make love?"
She nodded and he bit his lip. "Honey…"
"Relax, it'll be fine." She reassured him.
"I'll be as gentle as I can."
She grinned as he locked her lips in a kiss where she could feel all of his feelings for her. She was his queen. Every kiss from him was like a devout worshipping his goddess. Joffrey had never treated her like that, it was a welcomed change.
She wasted no time removing his jeans, leaving him now in grey boxers, simple black socks and a white T-shirt. As they made out, Sansa found herself actually on top. Pulling back from their kisses, Brian smiled, his hands going to her shoulders.
"Do you, want me to…?"
She nodded grinning and her grin only widened at his delighted expression as he slid her dress off her body, revealing her pink thong and matching strapless bra.
"You like?"
He grinned too. "Oh yeah."
Laughing, especially since she could already feel his arousal against her thigh, they resumed making out, it just felt right to them, seeing each other in such a way.
Brian didn't take long to remove his socks and T-shirt and, smirking, Sansa queried.
"Shall we?" Her voice slightly thicker due to a combination of their drinks and her emotions.
Brian nodded and with ease lifted her up and carried her, bridal style, to the bedroom. She laughed at little at that, placing her hands behind his neck, smiling up at him. Once in the bedroom he gently laid her on the bed and climbed on himself.
"Ah, hold on a moment." She said teasingly, holding up a finger to stop him.
With her other hand she reached back and with deft precision, undid and removed her bra.
"Much better."
Brian let out a small moan in the back of his throat, blood rushing to his loins even more as he finally saw Sansa's breasts exposed in all their glory to him. They were big, her large pink nipples already hard and pointed, she was exquisite, perfection.
He kissed her again, before moving down her neck, trailing kisses as he went. She inhaled sharply in anticipation, before moaning in pleasure as the first tough of his tongue against her left nipple sent waves of pleasure rocking through her. Pleasured with her response, he continued to lick and even nip at her nipple with his teeth, right nipple, her whole right breast wasn't neglected however as his hand got to work on it.
This continued for some time until he switched, his mouth working her right breast while his hand continued the pleasure on her left one. By the time he was finished she was completely engulfed in pleasure, already soaked between her legs her thong slid off easily.
"Oh Gods, Brian…" She cried out in desire.
Grinning he shrugged his boxers off and kissed her again; taking precautions at the same time, managing, with her help, to pull the condom on.
She gasped as he entered her, he was quite gifted. He was gentle during their love making, trying his best not to hurt her. She found it sweet and heart-warming, being treated with such respect. This was love and not lust, it was about them, not about one of them.
However, after a while, despite her enjoyment, she wanted things to be a bit hotter. Though she did hiss when he accidentally dug his nails into her skin in surprise.
"I'm sorry!" He immediately apologized
One kiss from her granted him absolution and her hips moving urged him to, they were rolling around on the bed, kissing. She was so close already, being loved as a person was definitely arousing. He seemed to be as well. They both felt some kind of accomplishment when the two climaxed.
When they finally finished, coming down from their climax they lay together, holding each other and he gently ran his fingers through her red hair. She grinned at her American boyfriend.
"Wow." She gasped.
"Well?"
"You're amazing." She told him honestly
He grinned and replied. "Same to you."
He kissed her gently.
End of chapter and of story, it's been a pretty wild ride, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.