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

Her worlds of appraisal actually caused the often calculating and, in many ways, coldhearted older male to feel a skip in the beat of said heart. His eyes were expectantly glued onto Sansas beautiful form as the young Stark girl moved onto the bed with him, as Petyr already found himself having to resist that small, yet growing urge to reach out towards her or to even move a hand near his eager arousal. The way she looked him over made it even harder to not do the latter, as their eyes met, with his head tilting while gazing at the girl in mock confusion over her teasing remark before noting, Well, thats not good. After all, there are many who would stand by idea that the mind is the sexiest part of the human body. Along those lines, Petyrs own ideals of attraction tended to be split evenly between both physical beauty and a womans intelligence, which perhaps did the man little favor in dealing with Sansas games. Once a smart, yet nave young beauty that hed taken an interest in due to her mother and the flashes of potential he saw beneath the star eyed girl looking for her Prince, Lord Baelish had come to see her grow and come into her own as a cunning young woman fit to lead. There was more to that desire reflected in his eyes and displayed through the reactions of his body then simple physical lust, even if that portion may be the predominant one at the time, for rather obvious reasons as his gaze drifted to follow the movements of her hands. Sansa had his complete and undivided attention, as the older male watched her move those slender fingers and soft palms over her alluring figure in ways that hed wished to do with his own hands, which instead settled on lightly gripping at the sheets beneath them for strength. Petyrs eyes silently followed every movement and soaked in every act of self pleasure she inflicted upon herself, with the only sounds to be made on his part being those of notably harder breathing due to that mounting lust. His parted lips felt incredibly dry at that point to where his tongue eventually brushed along them very briefly to add a touch of moisture, which likely made for an amusing visual atop of the way his face displayed an almost vulnerable sense of desire within its awestruck expression. Little finger had watched many women pleasure themselves and each other over the years. So many to where any thrill to be found out of it was largely absent for the past several years, save for the display of power that it allowed him to flaunt given his position. But there was no power here, at least where it came to himself. Only a thrill which hed never felt in years. No, this was far stronger then any sexual arousal to be found by watching even the most stunning or well trained professional whore that had ever come into his employ. As he watched Sansas hands move over her breasts, teasing at her hardening peaks of flesh, Petyr felt such a state of arousal that hed almost believe himself capable of climaxing on the spot without even touching himself. Not that hed dare to do such a thing and ruin what was happening before him, as that by now tortuously hard cock practically twitched between his legs while watching the young Stark girl increase the pressure on her own breasts. When she let out that quick inward gasp after pinching her hardened nipple, Petyrs own chest showed a similar sharp intake of breath, as if being able to feel even a taste of what she was experiencing while toying with herself before the by now barely able to control himself older male. The crown of his cock further showed just how aroused hed become, with a notable sheen of pre cum glistening over the sensitive flesh, which begged to be touched by either the girl only inches away or its owner. But it was denied either, as Littlefingers eyes quickly darted upward to meet Sansas own when she spoke his name, clearly showing just how much control she was starting to gain over him beyond his willing attempts to satisfy her in this game she played. That gaze drifted downward on occasion to take in the sight of Sansas wandering hands and how they further explored those lower, far more intimate portions of her body, before always returning upward to meet the girls eyes as she shared her lewd little secret with the older male. This revelation caused Petyr to take in a deep breath, as his hands nearly gave into the moment by starting to release the sheets, only to ball their fingers back into tight fists before pressing down into the mattress. Littlefinger was rather good at reading people, even during rather strained, moments such as this one, and couldnt detect any notable hint of Sansa being dishonest with this information. This, in turn, only aroused the male further, as the conflict within his eyes burned with a growing lust which he could not satisfy on this evening, it would seem. True, it perhaps wouldnt be too hard for him to take her by force if hed wanted, especially as she was close enough to where his hand could muffle her mouth before she could call for anyone to help. But that would only accomplish a single nights worth of hindered passion, followed by either his death or the loss of Sansa for the rest of his days. No, Petyr would not give into such brutish desires, as he watched her fingers move from teasing over the material of her panties to exploring beneath the thin layer fully intent on making this beautiful, clever little creature his future wife. Watching as the outline of the Stark girls fingers moved within the thin material of her panties and how such actions drew pleasure from her body, Lord Baelish drew his eyes upward when she spoke again, as the mockingbird sang for the young wolf who had so cleaverly pinned him beneath her paws. You are the most beautiful woman the most beautiful creature that I have ever bore witness to in all of my days. The older male spoke earnestly with words relating to both that of her physical beauty and what he saw beyond, as that desire for Sansa became evident not only with his choice of words, but also in the way he spoke them. True, Petyr was an individual with a silver tongue, and there certainly was a sense of cherry picking what he thought might please Sansa best, but there was also a sense of genuineness in the tone of the mans voice and the look in his eyes as they roamed with meticulous eagerness along her stunning figure from top to bottom and back again. I want I desire nothing more right now, then to touch you to replace your fingers with my own in bringing you pleasure. The older male spoke to her at a lustful whisper, as his eyes returned to meet her own with some reluctance to leave the rest of her temporarily unviewed while continuing, To press my lips to yours and to to draw your own hands to my aching need so that you may feel how aroused your beauty has made me and if you saw fit to grant me release of even a fraction of that ever growing need for you Sansa my Queen.