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"Ser Brynden..?"
Jeyne stopped. She wanted to keep following the mans long steps on the muddy path, until the narrow sea, or the end of the forest, she did not really care. The impossibly long, broad shouldered man turned quickly to look at her. He frowned,
"Are you tired? Shall I carry you again?"
She was, but shook her head,
"No. I must make sure you understand..."
It started to drizzle. She had to tell him, even if he would leave her in the damp forest,
"... that there is no heir... We tried and wanted very much, but I think I am barren. So, there's nothing to save."
"There's you."
Blushed, Jeyne listened carefully when he started talking. He waited patiently when her eyes lingered to the fire. For a moment it looked like she was going to say something, but then just squeaked, biting her lip. She got up slowly,
"I agree. Shall I undress, then?"
Ser Brynden sighed, he would have liked to see what had felt many times on their journey when she had nestled next to him in the dark,
"Just come here, I'll take care of it."
Jeyne had allready placed her mat as close to Brynden she thought proper. She stood infront of him and opened her long chestnut braid,
"Shall I prepare you, pleasure you, with my mouth first?"
Ser Brynden would have liked it even more, the thought of her full, red lips wrapped around him moistened the tip of his member.
"You dont have to do that, Jeyne."
"Oh, I wouldn't mind, Robb quite liked it when I..."
The Blackfish gathered all his restrain not to grap her curls, and have her suck him until he spilled in her lovely mouth. Her eyes were confused.
"It is allright, come here."
Jeyne came lying next to him. Ser Brynden hugged her, stroking her back. She buried her face in his chest giving a long, relaxed sigh. Her breathing was so steady, he thought she had fell asleep. For a moment he had a mind to let her rest.
He kept stroking her back a few times. He started up from her neck, passed the narrow waist all the way down to Jeynes lush, round butt. He cupped it in his palm with gentle pressure. He kept repeating the stroke, until her breathing came unsteady and she gasped every time his hand reached her butt. Jeyne let her hands run through his windburned grey hair. Her eyes turned feverish and she started to search his chest and back.
He lifted her arms from his shoulders and turned her around, kissing the part of her neck he had just caressed, his voice was smoky but kind,
"You can close your eyes, and imagine I am Robb."
He waited for a second, for her to lean closer to him, to press her warm buttom against his pelvis. He then nibbed her shoulder gently, and made sure she was tucked well under the covers. Nights were getting cold.
Jeyne did not close her eyes, though. Ser Brynden opened her shirt a bit so he could fondle her teats. He took his time cupping them, enjoying their fullness, feeling the tips sharpen between his fingers. He imagined how it would be to see them bare, bouncing on top of him. He moaned at the thought, kissing her ear. She tilted her head to find his lips with hers.
"Oh, Brynden..."
"You are very beautiful, Jeyne."
The Blackfish lifted her skirts up, opened her smallclothes, stroked the curve of her hip before letting himself feel her smooth fold. Her nub was swollen and slick, as he had anticipated. Bryndens touch made her shiver and moan.
"Please kiss me, Brynden..."
He tasted her lips and tongue, they tasted like wild berries.
"Jeyne, you are so lovely..."
Under the covers he felt Jeynes hand reaching for his manhood. He wished she did not feel him yet, so he took her hand to his lips and kissed them.
"Jeyne, did Robb ever like to watch you touch your own nub?"
Bryndens fingers rubbed Jeynes folds, she shivered almost uncontrollably.
"Oh, yes... once..."
He placed her hand between her thighs. Clumsy, she started to search for the right spot.
"That's good, Jeyne..."
Brynden pulled himsel a bit further from her warmth, and opened his breeches. She felt him hold her hips and gently bend her closer.