284 AC The Riverlands Eyva II
The next morning Eyva had been busy sweeping one of the endless corridors that linked the several once separate keeps that over the centuries had been merged into a single large keep. She did not hear the approach of the man until she had caught sight of a pair of boots out of the corner of her eye. Raising her head she had nearly squeaked in fright as she beheld Lord Stark, standing not two paces away.
"My Lord" she quickly curtseyed, her face blushing and heat seeming to flush all her skin, her heat fluttering in her chest with fright.
"Can you tell me the quickest way to the Maester's Library, I seem to be lost…."
"Yes My Lord" she replied, finally bringing her head up and her eyes to meet the young Lords, when his grey eyes meet her brown one's Eyva knew what to do, she picked her brain, yes, she could make it, it was only twenty steps away, so long as there was no one else around.
"Did you not ask for directions, or a guide my Lord?" she asked, she had to make sure.
"I asked for directions from the Steward after I broke my fast, but as I said, I think I'm lost?"
Good "then follow me my Lord, I know a short cut."
"Oh good, lead on, eh, I never got you name?"
"Eyva my Lord."
"Well Eyva, after you?" he gestured with his arm and she set off as quickly as her skirts would allow, reaching the hidden door without spying any other servants, staff or Vance family members around.
"This way my Lord, it's a servant's passageway, it will get you there quicker!" she said, a little out of breath.
Lord Stark smiled a strange smile at her and said "I'm sure it will Eyva" as he followed her into the narrow rough stone passageway, She had to squeeze by him to close the door behind them, the contact against his body causing sweat to prickle all along her back.
She passed along quickly; the corridor was lit by small slit windows, once the outer wall here was part of the walls of an earlier and smaller Atranta. She opened a door that revealed a spiral staircase; again closing the door behind them she climbed it, very aware that the steep steps would put her bum about level with Lord Starks face.
The staircase was dark, only lit by two arrow slits and it ended abruptly in what looked to be bricked up window, the ledge and outline of it marking the end of the stairway,
She turned and sat up on the ledge and hitched up her legs and skirts, pulling off her headscarf to let her auburn hair cascade around and over her face, looking up with her most sultry face through the fallen tresses of her hair, to catch Lord Stark's eyes.
"I very much doubt I will get to the Maester's Library very much quicker Eyva" he husked and he stepped in close, a hand reaching out to tug at her bodice and free her small breasts. She gasped as they came free, his hand moving over their flesh, flesh that was achingly sensitive, a moan escaping her lips at his fondling.
His other hand found its way up her skirts, along her thigh it skimmed, fingers leaving burning pleasure behind at their touch, until he found her heated womanhood. He ran a finger over her nether lips, wetting it and then he probed and found her nubbin, rubbing it gently at first, but in response to her panted moans with more urgency. Stopping his flicking and rubbing of her oh so sensitive nubbin he slid a thick finger more fully into her, his digit was bigger than some of the pillars of the Vance's. His finger twisted and moved inside her, her hips moved of their own violation, thrusting back to meet his intrusion.
Eyva was panting with lust and desire now, she wanted more than his finger inside her, she wanted his pillar and she wanted it now, as she moaned her desire, her need. She reached out and grabbed his jerkin and pulled herself upwards towards him, with her other hand she opened the buttons at the top of the garment, revealing his neck and the top of his chest. She pushed her head forwards, her nose rubbing against his skin, breathing in the intoxicating scent of him. The Stark's scent was heavy, musky, dangerous and it drove her wild, her lips dragged across his skin as her nostrils flared, greedily tasting and inhaling him. Between her legs a furnace heat was raging, a fire that could only be quenched by the Stark's seed pumped into her from his jerking, thrusting pillar.
The hand that had been teasing her breasts and neck came away and she heard him fumbling with his clothes, she let her head fall back and her whole body arched in anticipation. Something broad and hard pushed against the entrance to her womanhood, she moaned even louder as she felt it slowly slip inside her, its girth straining to fit, She gasped as it pushed slowly forwards some more, withdrew slightly, a gasp of denial quick to leave her mouth, before it pushed forwards again, filling her with hard, hot man flesh as without pause the young Lord slowly pushed his huge pillar into her, pushing deeper into her than any man had ever done, stretching the walls of her womanhood like they had never been stretched before. And still he slid deeper into her, until she sensed him bumping up against the very depths of her womanhood, he stopped for a second before pushing that little bit further, a slight discomfort accompanying this before she felt his stones slap gently against her bum.
She let out a long moan of ecstasy as he slowly, oh so slowly removed his shaft from her, thankfully he did not remove himself fully, and he started to sink his length back into her sopping depths, again pushing himself as deep as he could, sheathing his pillar fully into the soft, clenching depths of her. He started a slow steady rhythm, she hooked her legs around his waist, urging him on, she wanted him to thrust quicker, harder, let her release the agonizing pleasurable tension that was building steadily inside her. But he resisted her, instead keeping up that maddeningly slow pace, until she could stand it no more, she arched her body and screamed as her womanhood clenched and gripped fiercely at the enormous shaft of flesh filling it and she peaked, waves of pleasure, the likes of which she had never know thumped outwards from her heated, stuffed sex, crashing though her entire body, banishing conscious thought to flee into the recesses of her mind. A wordless scream roared from her hoarse throat, all she could do to give voice to the sensations filling her entire being.