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You are married to a Glover of Deepwood Motte. The marriage was arranged by your father when you were in your mid teens, and the Glover Maid was only 4. The rationale being that by the time you inherited your holdfast, you would need a fertile young wife to give you heirs. When you were 28 years old your bride to be, Maergery Glover, was 18, newly flowered, and ready to perform her wifely duties. You were married at the castle of Deepwood Motte in the Godswood. After the feasting it came time for the bedding ceremony. Lord Rickard Stark led the bedding ceremony by personally lifting Maergery up and carrying her to the honeymoon chambers. A very large and muscular Lady Umber did the same for you, removing your clothes on the way to the bedding room and making ribald jokes about your cocksmanship. Both you and your bride are stripped naked and left in the room to consummate.

You were left facing your young bride. You had not been with a woman, as being the heir to the lordship you felt a duty to remain chaste for your bride. She silently crawled into the bed on top of the blankets and spread her legs.

"I am ready for my lord husband." She said timidly.

You remembered crawling on top of her, and using your fingers to make sure she was wet enough (a welcome bit of advice from a slattern in your holdfast). Maergery made soft little crying sounds as your fingers penetrated her tight quimm. The scent of her wetness awakened a lust within you. Then you remembered the other bit of advice from the whore. You lowered your head and plunged your tongue inside your bride.

"Oh! My lord! What are you doing?" Maergery gasped.

"Giving you your pleasure, my lady." You said and returned your tongue to its moist crevice. At first Maergery tried to push your head away, but finally submitted to it, and cradled your head in her soft hands. She quivered as she climaxed.

She was sopping wet afterwards, and more than ready for your girth. You climbed on top of her, and plunged yourself inside of her. She shouted in pain and pleasure, and pulled you deeper inside of her.

Maergery lifted her legs up and placed them on your shoulders, allowing you to plunge deeper inside her. She gripped the bedclothes and writhed as you thrust yourself into her supple body. You could feel yourself approaching your own release, and you let out a loud roar as your spirit flooded her body. You lowered yourself onto your bride, breathless. You heard a great roar of laughter and applause from the hall as the guests witnessed the consummation of the marriage.

You smiled at the thought as you rode down the Kingsroad to Moat Cailin. You were glad to be riding as you were now fully erect, thinking of your lady wife. She was at this time back at your holdfast, running your household.