/lit/ - Literature

>"Hard was the word men used when they spoke of Stannis, and hard he was."
>"Yes, I should have come sooner. If not for my Hand, I might not have come at all."
>"I am your man, Your Grace. So it is your tongue, to do with as you please."
>"From the south," said Robb. "But if we can attack from the north and west simultaneously, and take the ironmen in the rear while they are beating off what they think is my main thrust up the causeway, then we have a chance."
>Sunset found her squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up she was shitting brown water. The more she drank, the more she shat, but the more she shat, the thirstier she grew, and her thirst sent her crawling to the stream to suck up more water.
>And suddenly his cock was out, jutting upward from his breeches like a fat pink mast.
>She was sopping wet when he entered her. “Damn you,” she said. “Damn you damn you damn you.” He sucked her nipples till she cried out half in pain and half in pleasure. Her cunt became the world.
>Rain lashed at his face, blinding him. His mouth was full of blood again. The ship groaned and growled beneath him like a constipated fat man straining to shit.
>Ser Alliser Thorne walked from the room so stiffly it looked as though he had a dagger up his butt.
>The three men were erect. The sight of their arousal was arousing.
>"Men call me Darkstar, and I am of the night."
>"Ten thousand of your children perished in my palm, Your Grace. Whilst you snored, I would lick your sons of my face and fingers one by one, al those pale sticky princes. You claimed your rights, my lord, but in the darkness I would eat your heirs."
>Tyrion reflected on the men who had been Hand before him, who had proved no match for his sister’s wiles. How could they be? Men like that... too honest to live, too noble to shit, Cersei devours such fools every morning when she breaks her fast.
>Her loins ached from the urgency of his love making. It was a good ache.
>It was pink and hard and when he sucked on it, her milk filled his mouth, mingling with the taste of rum, and he had never tasted anything so fine and sweet and good.
>The rain stopped and started again and stopped once more and started, but they had good cloaks to keep the water off.
>“Had there ever been a woman with nipples so large, so brown, or so responsive?"