Little Fingers Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

Eli was at one side of the den, fallen to his face, his robe stained with blood and dust. The dancing flames of the torch glimmered in her tear-filled eyes and she bit down a sob that wreaked through her. She took a step forward, only to see something else. Those same eyes that she dreaded, staring back at her. It almost felt like she was in her dream, only that this time, it was real. ___ Slender fingers with long red polished nails clicked against a jar half filled with scales. There were a number of them on the shelve. The jar was settled on the floor and the hand dove into it, shaky as it grabbed unto the red and silver scales.

His eyes twinkled with delight, and he smiled. "I don't have much time today, so let me get right to the point." His fingers had relaxed on her wrist, and his thumb glided leisurely over her pulse point. Her heart was definitely beating. It was most likely like a train under his fingertips. She remained still. She didn't even take a breath. She didn't want to miss out on the wonderful sensation of his touch. Did he realize how crazy his influence on her was? "I have a wedding coming up this weekend." She swears his lips twisted in disgust. "It's a family wedding." My brother is marrying in Marrakech. I'll be there Wednesday evening, which is why I won't be able to attend our Thursday meeting

She heard a slight grunt from him convincing her that she was giving him pleasure from her gyration. His two fingers slipped in and touched her clit then one thick finger started to inch it’s way into her cunt, a slight gasp escaped Arya's mouth, she breathed heavily as he added another finger and continued to fuck her moving deep in and out, she could hear the squishy sounds of her wet pussy being finger fucked.

- she bit her lip, shyly joining in the game and placing her fingertips over her clitoris, not knowing exactly what to do - Do you want to be mine? - Oh, yes, I want... - he intensified the movements of his hand along his angry member - I have an instrument that will be very useful for you, right here. But not now. – he growled – Now, I think you should just use those beautiful hands… And find out what those delicate little fingers are capable of.

But not without side whispers, curious about the woman that came with the devil tycoon. The suffocating feeling in my chest had not fully settled. My gown tangled up with my heels and I stumbled forward. “Slow”. His grip on me tightened instantly, pulling me back to my side before I fell. As we got to the empty space, I felt someone coming behind us. Clap! clap! clap. “ I must say Congratulations to you”. I turned to the sickly disgusting voice and saw Vincenzo staring at me wide eyed, smiling, as he continued. “The game was such a good one. It's been a while since I've had so much fun. Or what do you think, Miss Grey?”.

He pumped in slowly, his fingers curling inside. I hissed, biting my lip when he suddenly pushed in a third finger. I had a very sensitive chest, one of my pleasure spots, and Sebastian must have realized that because he started touching it and licking me all over. He sucked on my nipple, flickering it with his tongue as he pumped into me a little faster. I groaned softly, feeling small tingles of pleasure spreading through my body. Shit was starting to feel real good. Damn. Sebastian fingered me for a while, stretching me out good. I whined when he suddenly pulled his fingers out.

His free hand pinching the other. Thane tugged on my shorts, slipped two fingers into the waistband on both sides, and slowly, so slowly, pulled it from my legs. Goosebumps trailed everywhere his hands grazed. When that was out of the way, Thane easily slipped two fingers inside of me-wet as I was.

another high fae, Lord Han, spoke with disappointment in his tone. Some of my high faes spoke amongst themselves, but I didn't bother listening and instead focused on the blank screen. Thunder began growling in my head, and I noticed my hand turning into fur. He was about to shift amid everyone because he was worried about Lyrielle. I quickly hid my hand under my robe and looked at the center of the arena, expecting to see her, but it never came. Instead, the screen came on, and I saw a blue flag—and a bloody hand raising that flag.

He went on, his smile growing wider at the expression i had on my face “Tell me, what have you faced? A few harsh words? A demanding mistress? You don’t know the meaning of true fear.” He tugs harder and my eyes slam shut instinctively. My eyebrows scrunch together in a tight, involuntary frown. My jaw clenches, and my lips press into a thin, strained line as I fight back a yelp. The pain makes my head feel like it’s being ripped apart. “Consider it a promise,” he added, his grip still tight. “You’re in over your head, little maid. You think you can outsmart me? I’ve been playing this game far longer than you.”

Delilah gasped, her back arching, and Thorne’s lips curved into a dark smile as his fingers traced, teased, and pressed, touching her with a hunger that made her writhe beneath him. “God, you’re soaked for me,” he murmured against her mouth before crashing his lips back onto hers, devouring her while his hand worked her wetness with maddening intensity. Delilah’s body arched off the bed, pressing the clit on his fingers, so he pinched, once. "Ah.." she moaned, eyes flattering up. His fingers went back and forth on her pussy, rubbing slow circles and getting her prepared, occasionally inserting two fingers. "Look at it" he ordered. "Look down at it, take a look at the wet beautiful mess you'r