”“Only the three of us?” the giant asked.“Yeah,” Francesco said. “No. We’re taking everyone.”Francesco then noticed another boy restin...g his head against the giant’s shoulder. His hair was a light brown and his face was pretty like a doll’s. He snored softly like he had not a care in the world. “I’m Leon,” the giant said without releasing Francesco from his hold. “This one here is Ollie. He’s my boyfriend.”Francesco froze for a second. “Okay,” he mumbled, “he’s welcome, too.”“Not only him. All.”. Half of it was lust, the other half curiosity, but a single sentence had been reverberating in his head since last night.“I wonder what banshee tastes like.” Her skin practically glowed at his touch, Mike planting light kisses on her inner thighs. Pulling aside her panties, he marveled at the odd hue of her pussy, the fact that it didn’t change color as he spread her open to look inside. Her inner folds had no definition to them, perfectly smooth on the inside like she had just been built.. Nephew of Brynden Tully, the Blackfish. Uncle to Robb Stark, the King in the North. Husband of Roslin Frey. Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands,” Melisandre cited enough knowledge and facts to make her intelligence obvious to all.Edmure smirked as one of his several Frey bastard girls winked playfully at him. He now kept probably ten of these girls as his own, despite earlier plans, due to the simple logistics of trying to satisfy and breed that many ladies. While on. "Whatever it is baby girl, spit it out. We'll work through it together, I promise." She stopped biting her nails. "I hope so, because this is something I've wanted for a long time and I want it more than anything else in the whole world right now." "I can see that, just tell me what you want, for god's sake." She sat up and, thought for a few minutes, a soft, seductive smile came over her lips. "I think I know a way to tell you what I'm trying to say, but I'm gonna need your help. Okay?".