I had to find out aboutit from your grandmother. I spent most my life believing a lie about myown sister." Marion, I'm sure Mom--" Don't do it Neil, d...on't defend her. She should have told me just likeshe should have told you about your father." Marion, if you knew I was a half-elf... I mean why didn't you tellme?" That is something that should really come from your mother. You don'tknow how many times I tried to convince her to tell you, but the womanis too damned mule-headed to listen to. Your pussy is screaming for attention, for release. Your mouth, still around my semi-hard shaft, licks and sucks in need, wanting to get it completely hard again. Your green eyes no longer looking innocent, but wide, wanting, only screaming one thing, “FUCK ME!” I feel blood making its way back to my cock, slowly swelling in size again. But before it gets to full size I pull out of your mouth. You look at me now fully aware of what I’m doing as I walk away. Again I walk to the closet and pull. Her fleshy, pert arse glows like a moonlit peach in the Nullarbor’s open air. Gus, Penny and Blake are camped at the end of a day’s drive through nowhere. Their makeshift campervan set-up is surrounded by darkness and red dirt. Scratchy, small plants stick out in the stillness near the bight and the land falls away to sudden cliffs. It's late, aside from their fucking there is stillness. Gus sleeps, oblivious in the campervan adjacent. A canvas bedroll laid out on the dry dirt serves as a. ”At that point, I clicked my remote thrice and we appeared in Winterfell, whereupon, Ser Brienne knelt before Lady Sansa, presenting her with Oathkeeper. This was the sword gifted to her by Ser Jamie Lannister, of course. I didn’t stay to await the results. I could guess by now that Sansa would accept the submission, though I could also tell that she saw me and craved my continued presence as I disappeared. Now, of course, she would know my true name, thanks to Ser Brienne, not that I minded..