After a quick change of clothes on your part we headed off to a nice pub where we could relax and catch up on the news and the flirting where we had left off. We sat for a few hours with a few drinks with feet rubbing off each other under the table, hands brushing and basically any excuse to have some small body contact. By this stage we’re both very aware of the sexual tension and charge that is in the air. In fact there’s so much of it that it feels that if I removed a light bulb from the fitting above us and left it on the table between us that it could still illuminate that entire corner of the pub.
Since you had planned to stay locally with a friend and my plans were with family we’re leaving the pub and both indirectly asking where the other is staying, but both of us not asking the direct question: Where can we go now, because I want you?
“Leave this one to me. Just gimme a minute to call in a favour”
You’re dead curious to see what I’m doing, but you figure I’m just asking to use a cousin’s spare room and thinking to yourself how awkward that would be. However being the trusting soul that you are, you blindly agree to hop in the car with me and away we go. Not being familiar with the area you become lost quite quick and suddenly become quite concerned when the roads begin to narrow, the hedges seem to edge closer to the car and all semblance of road markings and civilised society is left behind with nothing in front but dark roads and an ever increasing incline as we turn time and time again up mountainous roads. Despite numerous attempts to find out where we’re going you just kept getting the same vague answer
“You’ll see when we get there!”
Rounding a corner the dipped headlights light up a building out of nowhere, as if someone got a giant pile of rocks and dumped them right on the road. I jump out and you follow suit. Leaning back into the car I flick the headlights on full. Suddenly the realisation hits you; the building wasn’t dropped on the road, the road was only ever leading to the building. Taking you by the hand I lead you up to this fantastic, huge stone building. The light from the car seemed to dwindle off very quickly, almost as if it had a part to play in the secrecy and was afraid to let you see the whole thing before the “big reveal”. As we walk around for a few minutes I explain that it was an old medieval strategic lookout and garrison designed to hold a small contingent of soldiers but it had fallen into disrepair but at the moment it was being used as part of a set for the next Game of Thrones series. That explained the darkened shapes to the side which turned out to be costume trailers, catering trucks & mobile dressing rooms. Leaving you for a minute I come back with a set of keys from inside one of the trailers, the keys to the front doors.
Opening the huge wooden front doors is eerie and I can feel you shivering beside me but I have no idea is it excitement, nerves, cold or adrenaline. The doors are huge 8 foot high oaken structures of monolithic proportions and they left no question as to why they used to be such effective defensive measures & despite them being modern reconstructions and only recently fitted they still required a shoulder to get these enormous panels moving. The downstairs area has an assortment of camera equipment and props scattered around so I rush us through there knowing what awaits upstairs. Lit only by a small torch I lead you up a typically narrow spiral stone staircase. The grooves in each step a testament to the age of the castle, proof of hundreds of years of armoured troops moving up and down this very pathway in times of peace and war. The main bedroom chamber is the primary destination though, and that’s where we go. Your boots clicking off the rough stone floor, the light from the torch almost afraid to stray too far into the corners for fear of what lurks there, the whistling of the wind outside doing very little to abate the eerie feeling of something else in this building with us. A quick fumbling with matches and a fire is lit in the hearth spreading a warming glow across the room.
“Light some of those candles, take a look around and I’ll be back in 5 minutes with a few surprises”
“Don’t you dare leave me!!!” you say laughingly but with a genuine edge of concern to it
“I promise, I’ll be right back. Trust me, this will be all worth it” and without giving you any more time to protest, I was gone. Adsorbed into the shadows of the stairs like a rain drop into a river; gone..
Returning with a bundle of clothes and a bottle of wine there’s a real look of relief on your face, partial surprise as if you feared I may not return as promised. Two dozen candles around the room on shelves, ledges and two wrought iron candelabras paint the whole chamber in a very different mood than the one I left. Excitedly you bring me round pointing out the niches and features and props for the filming. A huge leather bound volume sitting open on a book stand, a quill and inkpot at the ready and pages upon pages filled of an unknown script identical to the tomes of warfare Tyrion was seen reading through many episodes of the show. Matching volumes in a sequential series of works lined three walls of an alcove behind me which would have been the private collection of the lord who owned the castle or the commander of the garrison. Not being able to help myself, I flicked back through a few pages, grabbed the quill and discretely jotted both our names in a gap of one of the paragraphs in a text that closely resembled the writings in the book.
“Now our names can go down in a history book for what we’re about to do here tonight. Speakin of which, I wanna test that bed!”
Throwing my jacket on the table, hardly noticing the huge map of the seven kingdoms of Westeros, my eyes are more concerned with you walking backwards doing a teasing strip as you go. Your coat is gone, your top flies sideways and dangles off the hilt of a sword on the wall, my t-shirt almost torn in my haste to remove it, narrowly missing a candle as it drops to the floor. By this stage your legs have hit the bed and you stop with an open mouth for a second, your eyes running up and down my torso in disbelief. While stuck in Holland bored, alone with nothing to do I had adopted a new fitness regime in the hopes of an encounter like this. Your reaction alone at this minute made it worthwhile; the lust in your eyes, the smile forming at the edge of your mouth and the steps forward to touch rather than just look will see that hardship pay off. While I was training I had decided to remove my chest hair and had vainly spent a little time on a sun bed. There was only one reason for that and it had been from the television show Spartacus. I had spent a huge amount of time after work lifting weights, doing cardiovascular workouts and enhanced flexibility and it had culminated in me looking like a slightly smaller stand-in for one of the actors. I had spent such exhausting hours working to get a set of solid abs, trained excruciatingly tedious nights lifting weights to have a set of arms and shoulders suitable for wielding a sword and shield and building leg muscles to enable me to effortlessly lift you up and onto the bed. Unbuckling my belt I step out of my boots and shake my jeans to the floor, and despite a slight chill still lingering in the room I am fully erect at the mere sight of you semi undressed. It’s about time we remedy that issue of you only being semi-nude. With you in front of me, stepping up very close I lean in to kiss you. With your eyes closed, feeling my breath so temptingly close to your lips you’re suddenly launched backwards through the air. With a shocked squeal and look of utter disbelief you find yourself on your back in the middle of a queen sized bed. The mattress is soft & the fur covering is slightly ticklish on your bare back. Crawling up the bed to relieve you of your clothes you don’t waste any time in helping me to part you of every article of material that may in any manner impede my efforts to get my hands on your gorgeous naked body.
Finally making it under the sheets the cool satin bring goose pimples to both our bodies, but with me on top of you we don’t waste much time in warming up. Your arms around my neck, your legs parted for me and a deep passionate kiss have us both incredibly aroused. You can feel my hard shaft sliding up and down between your lips and I can feel your juices on my cock and although it would take so little to adjust my hips a little and just ease my cock into you, I want to taste you first. I want to run my tongue up along your lips where my cock was mere seconds before. Inching my way down from your mouth I kiss a track down along your body. Smelling your perfume as I begin my descent down your neck, getting distracted by the scents of perfume mixed with pussy juices as my head dips beneath the covers, my hands fondling your breasts and I take one of your nipples in my mouth. Suckling slightly to make it harder and considerably wetter, continuing south after my brief respite, feeling your thighs part further in anticipation with your feet pulled up closer to your ass tenting the blankets. So close now that the smell of sex is heavy in the air under the fur blankets, intoxicating & tempting making me run the width of my tongue up the full length of your pussy lips. You can feel the warmth of my mouth, the heat of my breath and the coarseness of my stubble, the intrusion of my fingers and the anticipation of my mouth engulfing your waiting pussy. A barely audible moan escapes your mouth, muffled further by the thick blankets covering us, but sounds are not where my focus is right now. My other senses over-ride everything from the outside world; it’s pitch black under the thick pelts and the multiple layers eliminate almost every sound apart from the few pleasurable moans close by. I have no choice but to navigate by touch, smell and of course taste. Knowing we’re in no hurry I have no sense of urgency in what I’m doing to you. Rather than dive in and bring you to orgasm as fast as I can I decide to slow it right down to tease to the best of my ability. The stubble on my face is always extra coarse on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and I know it makes you squirm a bit. Running my cheeks and lips from your knees right up to the crease of your leg and hip then tantalisingly back down the other leg to the knee, I can feel your back arch up as my lips brush across your pussy leaving a string of your juices attached to my mouth for a few centimetres as I move away. I want to taste you, I want to feel your wetness and I want to satisfy the desires I can feel growing in your body language. No sooner have I brought my mouth to your lips than your hips gently thrust forward to meet me and your hands subtly lay on the top of my head as encouragement. Smothering your clit in my mouth I begin that long, enjoyable task of teasing and pleasing. Combining long lapping strokes with short multi-directional flicks of my tongue, I can feel your clit becoming engorged with blood to the point where I’m able to almost grasp with between my lips. Often stopping the tongue movement to close my lips over the area and create a sucking motion I can taste your essence all around the inside of my mouth. Resting my weight on my elbows with my arms wrapped around the outside of your thighs and my tongue moving down to slide further up inside you I can feel your fingers trailing through my hair. Eagerly lettting me tongue roam up and down, in and out of your pussy I can only wish I had a longer tongue to explore further and deeper, taste more of you and pleasure you further, but I guess that’s why we were created with an appendage longer than our tongues with a function better suited to the task.
Kissing deeply you can taste yourself off me, the wetness already on my lips, the way the juices glisten slightly in the candlelight, the salty flavour on my tongue all working to simply arouse you further. With your arms around my neck and your legs still open and very wet I manage to manoeuvre myself to where the head of my cock is teasing against your pussy opening and without warning, one steady thrust has my cock entirely inside you. You break off the kiss and gasp while simultaneously arching your back from the surprise intrusion as a wave of familiar pleasure rips through your body radiating from between your legs. Extending my arms to support my weight and slowly pulling my cock out to the point of it almost popping out then thrusting right back in, I have the pleasure of watching your eyes widen and your breath catch each time. Looking down between us it’s a visual favourite of mine to watch how effortlessly your lips part of their own accord and the way that an aroused girl can just let a hard cock fill her up. Your juices visible the whole length of my cock, that little bit of stubble around my cock from where I trimmed the hair right back and how it rubs harshly against your clit on each inward stroke, how your soft hairless pussy makes me want to get my mouth back down there to taste yet more of you and how your naked body looks absolutely beautiful in this large medieval bed beneath me just makes me harder and harder the more I absorb all this into my brain. Switching positions and without taking my cock out of you I grab both your ankles and flip them up onto my shoulders & helping you raise your hips we position a pillow under you to adjust the angle, almost as if it were a well-practised procedure. With me leaned over you, your hips raised and back arched you can feel my hard cock reach incredible depths. Not going too fast, but making up for it with powerful thrusts, my balls slap against your bum & you moan each time I drive deep down into you, almost feeling like I’m trying to carry out kidney surgery on you through your cervix. I love how your tits bounce with each thrust and how I can feel your ass pressed right up against my hips with every inward movement, the softness of your legs against my face and how your hair is spread out around your head across the pillow. Without any risk of being heard there’s no need for either of us to be quiet and there’s a multitude of grunts, moans and heavy breathing going on with very little actually being said between us as we’re both so caught up in the moment of my cock sliding bareback into you as far as we can manage without it being considered Siamese twins.
Abruptly and without warning I pull backwards and pull my cock out and press my hands between your knees to knock your ankles off my shoulders. Taking you by the hand I lead you out of bed across the room to the huge stone fireplace. Throwing a log on the fire to bring a bit of heat back, it roars back to life like a dragon scorching a fresh kill. A rug on the stone floor, a few pillows dragged from the bed and it’s comfortable enough to lie down on. On my back with my hard cock standing to attention there’s very few natural results to come from this; you straddle a knee either side me, reach between us to grab the shaft of my cock and guide it back up inside you. Licking our juices off your fingers you lift and lower yourself making sure you’re grinding yourself down on my waiting cock with each thrust. Resting your hands on my shoulders effectively holding me to the ground you’re taking control for the time being, giving you total power over how fast or slow you go and how deep inside you my hard cock goes. Often bringing yourself up high enough that only the tip remains between your lips, almost ready to fall out before plunging right back down onto me with one swift deep stroke your full weight is back down on my hips causing me to moan with pleasure each time. Looking up at you is a sight to behold. The candlelight glinting off the shine in your hair, the red flushed cheeks, the firelight dancing across your skin, your breasts gently bobbing, your back arched and your eyes closed as your leg muscles tighten each time you lift your tight, sexy body off me to only drop down onto me with a gorgeous wet squelch noise from the amount of juices produced. Sitting up and a very slight readjustment allows me to bury my face between your tits. Your hands again knotted through my hair, my own holding your ass, feeling how sexy your cheeks are in my grasp, my finger tip rubbing small circles around your rosebud to tease you just that little bit more, sucking on your nipples and pulling you close to me to feel every movement of your sweaty naked body sliding against mine. The rest of the world forgotten outside of the immediate glow of the fire beside us and the panting & heavy breathing of our amazing sex. Feeling like I’m coming close to a climax I roll us to the side bringing me back on top and back into control. I want to finish, but not yet, not in this position, and not until you’re much closer to an orgasm.
Yet again, to your curiosity, I stand up and motion for you to take my hand & follow, wondering to yourself where else is there left to go. I hold up a cloak that I obtained on my brief unexplained absence just after we arrived. A small pile of items grabbed from the costume trailer to be used during the filming of the show. Draping an ankle length cloak around your shoulders makes you immediately look like you belong in a castle. Across the shoulders is the pelt of a wolf, covering the whole width of the shoulder. The long wool cascading down from the collar, sitting perfectly on you & closing around the front without any clasps leaving a gap of only a few inches where I can just see the edges of your breasts. Trimmed in silver satin and a direwolf sewn into the back means it’s most likely a gown to be worn by Sansa. A pair of knee high, fur boots match the colour of the cloak with a beautifully soft internal lining envelops your feet as if they were made to measure. I grab a much darker grey cloak. As with yours the shoulders are covered in fur but it extends much further down along the spine. The material is somewhat rougher and seems to be designed for function rather than ceremony such as yours. The boots I grabbed for myself are leather ones that extend to just under the knee with only a small amount of fur for warmth, which appropriately seem to be made for riding. I explain the reason for the cloaks and boots is the balcony. Although gloriously warm inside with a roaring fire, I want to take you on the balcony over-looking the mountains and the bay.
The blast of cool mountain air as I open the balcony doors makes you thankful of the cloak and boots. A gust makes you pull the cloak tighter and the chill of the huge paving stones beneath our feet would suck the heat from us quicker than you could think. Turning you round I lift you just onto the edge of the stone balcony railing. It’s about a foot wide & made of granite leaving no chance to fall off. With just a little of your ass resting on the railing I lift your knees and spread your legs. The cloak falls open to reveal your dripping wet pussy and wasting no time I slide back up inside you while simultaneously pulling both our cloaks round to interlock to keep us warm. Your bare legs wrapped around my waist I can feel the fur lining on the boots tickling my skin, your arms draped around my neck for support and the castle builders who constructed this marvellous place 500 years ago being kind enough to decide this railing needed to be the perfect height for my cock to reach the full depth of your pussy while standing in front of you. Standing kissing you on the balcony of a 15th century garrison, in medieval furs fucking you bareback with the mountains stretching for miles around us and a bay extending outwards towards the ocean is not a setting I would often find myself but at that moment in time there is nowhere I would rather be. As my thrusting becomes more furious and your moans become louder, we can feel that we’re both coming closer and closer to an epic simultaneous finale. Both of us are holding off until the other is there so that we can come together, and you can feel my cock starting to swell inside you, and you know I’m close. A few more thrusts and my cock erupts inside you, such a powerful orgasm causing me to arch right back. My leaning back caused your grip on my shoulders to slide off and your balance being lost for a second. You slowly lean back, your hands trailing down my arms and we grip hands. Your legs grip my waist & pull my cock as deep into you as possible and the combination of sudden shift in the angle of my cock, the pressure of my cum coating the inside of your pussy, the force of my thrusting and the excited fear of being fucked over the edge of a balcony at the top of a 20ft foot drop causes a mind-blowing orgasm to rip through your body like lighting into a tree. The sounds of our passion drifting off into the darkness & our heavy breaths misting in the chill December air with your cloak having fallen open revealing your totally erect nipples to the chill. Just as I’m slowly returning to my senses from my outer body experience, my heart still thundering in my chest but I’m afraid to move in case my legs go out from under me, I’m standing watching your chest heaving from the orgasm. The veins in your neck still slightly enhanced from the exertion of what just hit us, your tits lifting and lowering in a mesmerising way and the low temperature suddenly welcome to cool down our bodies. A single snowflake lands directly on your nipple and I look up just to see and feel many more following. My own chest still heaving, my gasps to inhale buckets of air and my back drenched in sweat I raise my face to the snow and smile. What more could a man ask for? Pulling you back up towards me, putting my arms round your waist I pull you tight and kiss you. Our naked bodies still pulsating from the sex, my cock still inside you, our mixed cum slowly starting to ooze down along my shaft, it’s not a bad way to spend an evening. It’d be nice to watch the show and see who ends up wearing our cloaks & hopefully they won’t notice the inevitable cum stains on them.
By now it’s time to go back inside, make the bed again, douse the fire and return the cloaks to the trailer outside. So that’s how they lived back in the old days……. who knew?
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/6g7qnd/game_of_thrones_set_in_ireland_no_spoilersmf