Introduction Cold winds battered against the flesh of trees and men alike, darkened skies left little to observe save for the grey snow that covered the earth, trees and hills like a rotten blanket that surrounded this unpleasant valley wrought with the harshness of winter. A party of five could be seen trekking through the damp, hugging rags of fur and clo...
The crowd gasped as the Green Knight swung his two-handed pole--axe down against the helmet of the Black Squire; the ringing blow echoed across the tourney field as the young squire fell to his knees then slowly pitched forward into the sandy earth. The Green Knight turned and surveyed the field; six opponents lay sprawled in the dirt. Only the Red Knight re...
Everyone is over 18 in this. So here I am, a man who is 16 years older than I am has his hands in my hair, pushing my head down on his cock and pulling it back up again while two teenagers go at it like rabbits in the hotel room next to ours. I'm so horny I can barely control my hands, my arms, or anything. With my one shaky hand I'm holding the base of his...
NOTE: This is NOT Game of Thrones fan fiction. The Game of Thralls stories are part of a mythos of my creation called the Game of Thralls Mythos (abbreviated as GOTM, but pronounced as if saying, "Got 'em!"). They are set primarily in the modern day, though there could theoretically be flashbacks, visions of the future, and time travel since magic and the su...
If you go to enough of them, all parties start to feel the same after a while; the same music, the same conversations, the same drinks. And that night was no different. I had been partying a lot around that time. After finishing up Game of Thrones, I needed time to let my hair down, especially after saying goodbye to Arya for the last time. That night, I was...
As my fate was now sealed by the lock, Mistress Michelle handed me the key and instructed me to put it on Cara's ankle bracelet. I gently undid the clasp and attached the key as instructed. I re-fit the bracelet and lovingly kissed her foot, and then Mistress Michelle's. They helped me too my feet and we went back out to the living room, Michelle locking th...
To all, My apologies to all for the tardy submission of Chapter 9. My muse and inspiration for writing this series has taken a hiatus, due to plague, family, work, and home repair. Her editing skills are sorely missed. Alas, my personal motivation evaporated, so it was time to pull up the big boy shorts.. As in all things with life, one muddles through, an...
It was late evening, the sun had gone down in Mereen when Daario entered Dany's quarters through the window, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he carefully had climbed up with to the top of the pyramid. Daario walked to Dany's bed and saw her sitting on the bedside in front of him. "What did I say about climbing?" She said, with a small grin. "...
Martin saw his wife reach for the wine, pouring herself a third cup for the night. He knew what it meant. With two young kids to take care of, time for sex was hard to come by, and this was a clear signal that soon, time would be cleared and Beatrice and he would see to their needs. They finished watching an older episode of Game of Thrones (they were still...
OK, I've had a couple of technical issues (in both cases they were PEBKAC - Problem Exists Between keyboard and Chair), and I've posted the same chapter twice on two occasions. Oops! Sorry about that. As always, I value any constructive criticism, so feel free to comment. Thanks. 7 - Fake News: "Oi Mad Dog!" VJ called across the Bunker. I wish he would...