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>Jaime smiled at the woman in the bed. She had one hand over her left breast and the other between her legs, which left her right breast exposed. Her nipples were darker than Cersei’s and thrice the size. When she felt Jaime’s gaze she covered her right nipple, but that revealed her mound.

>> No.14368645

I think it's a metaphor for like the death of capitalism or something

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>'What's your name, wench?' Faramir spoke gruffly.
>'Rosie Cotton, but most call me Rose, if it please m'lord' answered the stout hobbit female, if indeed a creature barely three feet tall could be called that. Faramir noticed that her skirt lambasted many crudely drawn floral motifs, such as they were. Still, it was tattered and its hems were dirty.
>'We had a name for those of your kind in Gondor, though I dare say they were not as diminutive, far from it, my dear bulbous rose', mused Faramir while a nasty grin bloomed across his face.
>'M'lord'?
>'We called them slam-sows, and you fit the type. If your cunt is accomodating enough, we can play enter-my-castle ere the day is done'. He started unclasping his sword belt.
>'But...Samwise -'
>...is only half a man. Time for you to ascertain the full length of your boundaries. Get in that grass hole like a good gopher, I don't have all day. That pointed-hat pederast is bound to come knocking before I finish...' The round door closed with a rusty whine, and soon grunts could be heard, as when a cumbersome lad straddles a pig on a dare.

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>Frodo rose from its chair. The suckling pig with 'taters and onions dipped in garlic juice laid restless on the silver plate, inlaid with gold. Sam rose with him, a curious look on his face.

>'What's the matter lord Frodo? Is something a miss?'

>'Where's that elf whore I was promised, Sam? I came here to jest and whore my last days away, and I'm out of jest already.' said Frodo, face red with the dark Rivendell wine he drank, a red stain on his fine satin tunic. 'I want my whore and I WANT HER NOW!'

>Sam always hated when he shouted. There were days when Frodo could be as sweet and innocent as a maid on her wedding night, but there were others when he could become aggressive if something was to his dislike. This was one of those days. He always shouted when he was angry. And he always turned violent when he shouted.

>Please gods, not on my face. Please, I've been good to lord Frodo, don't let him turn his rage on my face, please!

>'Sam? My dear Sam, look at me' a sly smile was on Frodo's face, and with a gentle hand, he brushed Sam's cheek, as a man pets his dog. 'You've always been good to me, haven't you Sam? You've always been there for me... You've always been a good boy, haven't you?'

>Fear struck on his face as he watched his master unbutton his breaches. His erect cock was out before Sam could muster any sound.

>'Now Sam, let's see how deep is your Bag's End.'