Sinric the Wanderer (
thewidewideworld) wrote2018-05-19 01:14 pm
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Sinric's room is the east end of the corridor. Inside it’s frankly ridiculous. Romanesque with vaulted ceilings with edges with frescos of animals, rich tiled floors that are warm underfoot.
The cross shaped layout and columns create discreet niches - one with a large bed; another lined with books and a map of the world as known in his time painted on the wall, a third holding several large couches circling his harpsichord.
The east side opens onto a glassed-in portico with a stunning view of the snow speckled garden.
A door off the bed chamber leads to a more modern but still Romanesque bathroom with a bath easily large enough for three.
Sinric's room is the east end of the corridor. Inside it’s frankly ridiculous. Romanesque with vaulted ceilings with edges with frescos of animals, rich tiled floors that are warm underfoot.
The cross shaped layout and columns create discreet niches - one with a large bed; another lined with books and a map of the world as known in his time painted on the wall, a third holding several large couches circling his harpsichord.
The east side opens onto a glassed-in portico with a stunning view of the snow speckled garden.
A door off the bed chamber leads to a more modern but still Romanesque bathroom with a bath easily large enough for three.
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He slips gracefully off Graverobber's lap to kneel between his feet. With a smile, he leans in to press a warm kiss to the head of Graverobber's cock.
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There.
Sinric's eyes turn gold, his head thrown back in a breathless cry of pleasure as his desire overtakes him. His body tightens around Graverobber, holding him close in the moment of crescendo.
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