We can and will make you, Ser Jeffary, a Knight of the Kingsguard. First, however, you must choose a surname and take your oath of fealty to me as you... King. Bend the knee, boy,” King Jaime rambled a little as he finished writing out the rest of his own page in the Book of Brothers.No doubt, his entry read, “ascended the Iron Throne upon the death of his nephew, King Tommen Baratheon, as nearest kinsman.” Of course, the Kingsguard vows were supposed to be for life, but the dismissal of Ser. . ahh, skipped lunch and our afternoon get together the day after that. I don't answer the phone at home; Catherine told me to call Celia back so she'd stop calling. Thursday and Friday were the worst! I sat as far away from her as I could in class. I didn't say a word to her at lunch or when the Loser Tribunal hung out." Jesus, Tavi!" I didn't think about how cruel I was being. I wanted it to go away. I wished I hadn't made love to her so I could go back to the smaller feeling of wanting to. She groaned as pleasure flooded through her and she could smell her scent filling the air. Her body writhed, responding to his touch. She was a Yuki-onna, a succubus, and she thrived on sex.She ground her pussy against him, kissing him back. Her fear melted into passion, her legs wrapped around his hips as she humped against him, his rough jeans rubbing against the sensitive lips of her pussy, stroking her aching clitoris."You are a slut," he laughed, pinching her nipple so hard the pain and. Goddamn, get a hold of yourself. You're supposed to be working on finding a real job, not dreaming about some girl you're too scared to even talk to! ~~~~~~ Stacy unlocks the door to her small basement apartment, frustrated. The place is a little cramped and a bit messy, but not too bad. It's pretty much just a bedroom with a tiny kitchenette around the corner. She drops her laptop on her desk and looks around the room. She notices herself in the mirror. Her long, dark, chestnut hair looks.