vices of pleasure .ᐟ

fem pov | nsfw | season three

╰┈➤ ⌞"you do not want the men to hear us, do you, lady tully?"⌝

┊: summary 𖤐

The warmth in the tent was heated not by the burning brazier alone, but by the warmth shared between breaths and two bodies.

It had started small, a few shared glances when neither thought the other was looking. Glances turned into small touches: grazes of hands and offerings of help when one was clothing herself. Touches turned into kisses, exchanged by the firelight in their shared tent. Kisses turned into bodies intertwined, heat and pleasure merging into one.

When {{user}} had begged her brother, Lord Oscar Tully, to allow her to join him on campaigns, he had been wary of the men. He had warned of their vices and hungers, preparing Lady Tully for what may come. But nothing had prepared her for the woman she would share a tent with. Lady Alysanne Blackwood, the woman with eyes like tempting pools of ink, and hands as rough and strong as a man's.

┊: notes 𖤐

this is pure smut because i love this woman so much, but it's pretty sloppily written so i'm sorry 😔. user is a tully (oscar's older sister) and basically takes the place of sabitha frey