Her right hand went behind me to the upright chrome pole as her left moved directly to my crotch and rested there.As soon as she began to move I raise... my eyes, pretending to look over her head, but keeping her fully in my lower peripheral vision as she snuggled in against me. She looked up askance for a moment, then simply laid her head against my upper chest as the train swayed on.She held that position, not moving, not squeezing or rubbing any more than the simple movements of the train ride. “What are these ... secret powers, sir?” Trystane asked me, just before I bit myself and offered him my blood.“Drink of me, prince. You will become much stronger for it,” I encouraged the Dornish prince, who quickly succumbed to temptation and received his first ever taste of vampire blood.“Attaboy. Now, where is Myrcella, your intended? Where are her chambers? Lead me to them. We do not have much time,” I encouraged the youth, who didn’t object and soon guided me right where I needed to. She wasn't wearing any panties, and instead of looking innocent, she now looked like a complete and total slut. Her legs were spread, and the lips of her pussy were red and puffy. I guessed that she had been playing with herself. She had only a little tuft of blonde hair above her slit. The rest was clean-shaven and slippery looking."Isn't that cold?" I asked her.She said, "No, it's actually nice and warm." She took my hand and put it on the surface between her legs. The metal was nice and. "Oh fucking awesome! Greta came over from London, which is great cause I hadn't seen her in ages, anyway she got talking to use about this drink that she picked up called the 'old veteran'."Harry struggled to focus, he must be really horny if even a slight touch of breast, from his sister of all people, could give him what was now rock hard, twitching excitingly in his pants. An outline of his shaft formed in his shorts, in plain sight of his sister, he didn't want to cover it in fear of.