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(I remember that very well, and would be more than happy to reunite Sansa with Lady once again.)
“Aye, abide by the laws and help defend the realm… I’m certain that’s all my brother would ask of the Free Folk in return for a corner of the North in which to settle,” said Jon. He slipped out of bed to add a little more wood to the fire in the hearth and retrieved an extra blanket, just in case. He got back under the covers and gave Ygritte another soft yet passionate kiss. They snuggled up together in just their cushy diapers, slightly dampened from their padded lovemaking, and drifted off.
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Robb grinned, and Talisa would easily notice a slight but excited jump, of sorts, beneath his aforementioned trousers.
Sometime after his victory over the Kingslayer in the Whispering Wood, Robb had been wounded and spent many weeks bedridden… and wearing thick adult-sized diapers to keep from wetting or soiling the bed. Whether it was the pain of his wounds or his sedated state from milk of the poppy, he’d been unable to get out of bed to use the chamber pot - or sometimes even “hold it” long enough to bring it to his bedside.
Talisa had been the one who’d changed his diapers and cleaned his skin and otherwise cared for him in that state, so that Lady Catelyn hadn’t needed to. Catelyn would’ve gladly cared for her wounded son in that way were it necessary, but she understood he might prefer - as a grown man, a soldier, and King in the North - to be tended to in such a predicament by someone other than his own mother. And Talisa had done so with skilled hands and a tender touch. She was an expert at cleaning and dressing grievous wounds… thus changing even adult diapers was quite easy for her.
And to this day, despite having fully recovered, Robb still craved her touch, her attention, her caregiving, and so on… “down there”.
“Indeed, I should like to be made quite cozy for the night as usual,” he quipped fondly.
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Gently and meticulously as ever, Missandei unpinned Dany’s diaper and set about wiping down her Queen’s most sensitive skin with a warm, most cloth made of the softest gauze, much like Dany’s diapers themselves. “My ear is always here for you, Your Grace,” she said. “And, as you know, you have my utmost confidence as well.”
While she waited for Dany to describe her dream, she sprinkled some of the sweet scented powder and carefully rubbed it in, followed by just the right touch of nourishing mineral oil.
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