Going as hard and fast as I can with my hand in your pussy, hearing you start letting out short, quiet moans, breathing faster and faster, feeling you... stomach start to tighten up and your body jerking forward, I can feel you cumming, your pussy pulsating around my fingers, digging your nails into my ass cheek. I bite down a little on your neck feeling your nails dig into my ass, straightening out my fingers and pumping them in and out of you, moving my left hand down and pressing two fingers. "Yeah, he thought, I bet I would have.***I laid on my bed and just watched TV for a while until Dad walked intothe room. He shut the door and sat down on the beanbag chair beside mybed. "Just so you know, those nails in that window are pretty loose,"he said.I looked over at him. "How come?"He shrugged. "Because, I believe in what you wanna do." He leaned backin the chair. "I'm not saying I want my teenage daughter running aroundon rooftops beatin' the crap out of everybody that looks at her. With him gone, I made sure to rearrange just a little, then slipped into our sleeping bag.I slid my pajama bottoms off, just to make it abundantly clear to him what my intentions were, then I waited, my mind going over what was likely to happen next. Preparing myself for the changes it would bring—and getting excited and nervous for it.After a few minutes, I heard the tent zipper, and Darren entered. “Hey,” I said in what I hoped passed for a sultry voice.“Hey,” he said, a smile on his face as. It was far too vital to the defense of the realm, after all. If Eastwatch fell, then the Night King and the Army of the Dead could use it to outflank the Westerosi and invade the North. That must not be allowed while there was still a chance to stop it.Everyone knew the stakes, of course. How could they not? Too many had already perished to hold Eastwatch to just give it up without fierce resistance against the Dead. Every man on down from Cotter Pyke, Commander of Eastwatch, to Tormund.