The Snow Keep

A "Bodice Ripper" Genre Fairy Tale, By MJS & PRB  After a long voyage at sea, Ser Davos Seaworth returned home to Cape Wrath. He rode forth from the port towards his small modest home, eager to see his wife Marya, a young sass of a woman he had married before leaving. She had good hips and soft thighs made for cradling a man, while thoughts of her ample breasts had Ser Davos's fingers tightening around the reins, spurring on his horse faster. Trotting through his fields, Ser Davos was surprised and dismayed to see the onion harvest brown and dead, seeming to have had no care at all. "Marya!" He called while opening the front door, wondering where his woman was and why his crops were ruined for the season. Marya heard the sound of a horse approaching down the long lane and ran to the window in surprise. Looking out, she was shocked to see her husband arriving home from his sea voyage. Her hand covered her mouth as she watched him turn ...

She saw him from a distance. At first, the reminder of him frightened her. It couldn't be him, she thought. He's dead. This is only someone that looks like him and my mind in mourning. As they drew closer, there was no mistaking it. It was Ned. He had lost weight and looked so very tired, to be sure, but it was him. Once she realized it, she no longer thought. She only raced to him. She had longed for home, Winterfell and it's familiar comfort. She never expected to find her heart's home as well. Without words, they collided into one anothers arms, squeezing so hard as to never let go again. She pulled her face back to look him in the eyes. No words would come from her lips. He pressed his against them before she could even think of anything to say. Cat parted her lips to allow his tongue into her eager mouth. It had been so long since she felt him kiss her like that. She thought it would never happen again. Leaving the rest of the ...