Thread: GoT - A Wolf and a Mockingbird (Miss Tris x Shadows)

A soft whimper nearly escaped the older males lips as she spoke of only allowing him to touch her, to find his own release, at some point in time. Lord Baelish knew better then anyone how long such a vague notion as in time could end up being and, while hed learned the art of waiting patiently over the years, this was one area in which hed believed himself to perhaps be facing his greatest test yet. Rarely had something hed wanted been this close, while at the same time so far, with Petyr having little option other then to endure the girls sweet torments as the older male watched while she moved about on the bed. The feel of her warm body pressing even a portion of itself against his side as she laid back against him from the right while resting her head back onto his chest was both a blessing and a curse for the older male. If Sansa listened closely, she might be able to hear how quickly the mans heart beat, as his eyes roamed over her upturned breasts and soft legs, before returning to meet her gaze with a look on his face which showed a mixture of frustration and amusement, or perhaps even appreciation, for how she was using his desires to further test his limits. This deceptively wicked girl knew so many of the right buttons to push for her mockingbird to get him singing however she liked. His eyes followed her hands as she moved to peel away the last layer of clothing, before gazing back at the young Stark girl resting against his chest, as the older male gave a knowing smirk right as she voiced her request. Sansa I pledge to you. my undying loyalty and devotion. Lord Baelish spoke, actually sounding more genuine then his normal attempts at saying what needed to be said to get what hed wanted out of somebody else. Letting his eyes drift away to watch her peel away the thin material of her panties, the mans breathing quickened upon being able to enjoy what he could see of her hands sliding back up her legs and to her wet mound, as the girls impeding fluctuations of breathing and resulting whimpers helped to make up for what he could not fully see given their positioning. I may not be much with a sword, but what skill is there is yours to command. Petyr continued after that short pause, looking back to her eyes, feeling so tempted to lean forward in an attempt at claiming a kiss on those tempting lips, as he refrained for now and carried onward with his song, I devote to you, my mind. My talents, to help you achieve any goal you so desire. To exact revenge against those whove taken so much from us both. His own breathing actually seemed to quicken a bit to somewhat match her own increasing pleasure, perhaps showing there was more truth to his earlier statement of her pleasure being his own then either of them might have expected. Certainly,it wasnt hard for him to share in the unspoken imagination going through her head, especially given her earlier reveal on having only touched herself to thoughts of him, as thoughts of letting his lips and hands explore over that beautiful young body flowed within his mind like it did her own. My silver tongue is yours to make use of in whatever way you may wish. The older male added his double meaning being rather blatant, particularly given the way hed smirked at the young Stark girl, albeit briefly, before looking into her eyes the next time they met and finally pledging to her, You have my love, Sansa. My eternal love. You, my beautiful lady, who I cherish more then anyone or anything else in this world. Was there truth to those words? It was honestly tricky for even Littlefinger to tell, as the years of lies and deception had made the man cold toward anything other then his grander goals and his love for Catelyn Stark, which was perhaps the one pure thing hed had left in his heart for so long. But Sansa was something else. A mixture of both what his old self sought before the harshness of the world helped to shape him into what he is and what his present self desired, as the man looked to the young woman and fought back, for what surely felt like the millionth time within the past hour alone, that temptation to claim her on the spot. There was a near pause in his breathing when she stopped herself so close to climax, as Petyr glanced to where her hands had been so actively working away at herself, before gazing back into the young womans eyes as she made her confession. There was a glimmer of hope within the older males eyes as she spoke of wanting him inside of her, which was quickly followed by visible frustration and silent acceptance when she elaborated on how that wouldnt be happening tonight or perhaps even the night after. This damned girl was growing bolder with her actions by the minute, it seemed, as he watched her sit up before doing so himself when she instructed. With the pillow in place, Petyr leaned back with about as much comfort as one could have given his current situation, while Sansa moved herself to, surprisingly, straddle his lap. It was an action which, despite realizing he shouldnt get his hopes up, was impossible for Lord Baelish to not feel a twinge of anticipation to what came next, only to find little else then her knees brushing along his upper thighs when it came to physical contact. Looking Sansa over while she better got into the position she wanted, the man beneath her gazed back up to the Stark girls face with a look in his eyes that showed he had an idea of what she might be doing next. You wonderfully devious girl the older male thought to himself as he let a brief hint of a smirk touch upon his face, before letting it fade away as his tongue moved to lick those long since dry lips as he watched Sansa resume to cup and folding her breasts with intent matching that of the way her eyes watched for his reaction to every movement she made. The mans already aching cock could practically feel her heat of her sex during those brief, oh so tempting moments where it came within centimeters of that thick crown while she fondled her breasts. It could be so easy for him to simply lift his lips and gain that momentary friction. Surely he could claim it an accident if he were subtle enough with the movement? Gods, it was tempting as anything else Petyr could imagine, especially when her fingers eventually lowered to tease along those lips while he stared with fully displayed desire and lust etched throughout his features for that sliver of hope at something more being granted to his throbbing need. Instead, she leaned into the side of his head, causing Petyr to momentarily close his eyes as he felt her breath along his skin, while she whispered her sweet promises into his ear. Of course, my love. For For however long it may take Lord Baelish whispered back to Sansa with a strained and breathy tone only opening his eyes back up when she righted her position afterward, before almost immediately shifting his attention lower to memorize every wonderful detail of her fingers pushing forward past those glistening folds. Watching intently, the older male quickly picked up on what she was going for, as he let out a low, almost whimpered whine in response while Sansa started to fuck herself on her fingers in place of the unattended cock directly beneath her. Petyrs breathing slowly quickened at this, with those green-gray eyes moving from where she was plunging herself on those soft digits to the girls perky, youthful breasts, which bounced so teasingly only inches away of his face. The increasing discomfort on the mans face was quite visible, as he fought back those urges, both primal and of his admittedly twisted heart, in order to endure this part of Sansas test. This control was tested further as her increasing pace resulted in those first expected drops of her arousal to begin dripping down onto his lap while she bounced against those fingers. The few that landed near and even upon his painfully hard cock was the closest hed come to feeling her touch, but it only served in further tormenting the man with promises of what was to come at some later point. The knuckles of his hands were white with how tightly hed gripped those sheets to avoid brushing even the side of either hand along her thighs. His breath, hot and labored, was the only thing of his which occasionally touched her flesh, as it came it out warm bursts against her bouncing chest and upon her neck while he continued to endure her trials. Sansa The older male breathed out not seeming to have any further follow up after simply speaking her name upon his lips with a strained voice which likely fit close enough to how shed imagined him to sound during actual sex to add that further touch to the girls imagination. The man wanted nothing more then to actually be inside of her at that moment in time. But outside of that, hed wanted to see her pleased with him, so that she would accept him like hed desired. To that end, without the need for direct prodding, the mockingbird sang further. Thats Thats it, my love. Ride my cock. Take it until youve had your fill. Petyr spoke with a genuine strain of lust and a need for release behind his voice. There was a little extra sound of pleasure behind his tone then what he was currently allowed to feel, but most of his tone held true to how hed felt at that moment, as the young wolfs bird continued to sing for her enjoyment, Do you feel it? How hard I am for you? How aroused youve caused me to become? Far more then anyone else has ever managed in all my years. My dear, beautiful Sansa.