The day of Ramsay and Sansa's wedding had come and Winterfell was buzzing with people doing this and that to prepare. Sansa was walking the halls reminiscing on her childhood and her family. She dearly wished for them to be in her life again. Stupid girl, she scolded herself.
"Lady S-s-sansa, I was w-wondering if I could show you s-s-something," Reek's meager, stuttering voice came from behind her. Sansa still didn't know how to feel about this creature. She was glad Theon had been punished, and she probably would have found joy in helping with that punishment, but she couldn't help but feel some pity for the broken man before her.
"Alright...Theon," she replied hesitantly.
Theon...Reek? Theon? Who am I? What am I? his scattered mind attempted to process.
They walked towards the chambers that had once been her mother's hand maiden's and went inside. Reek went to the chest that lay at the end of the bed and pulled out what had been her mother's wedding dress. Sansa's eyes teared up as soon as she realized what she was looking at.
"I w-want you to know how t-truly sorry I am, L-lady Sansa," Reek mumbled aloud, ashamed of himself.
"I understand, Theon. Whatever Ramsay did to you...was more than enough punishment... Thank you for finding my mother's dress," Sansa responded.
Mixed emotions came over the Iron Born; joy, then confusion, then anger.. then a bit of twitching. Sansa watched with an emotionless face at the poor thing before her. She was not ready to forgive him...yet.
Sansa left the broken man standing there and walked towards her chambers where her hand maidens were waiting to bathe and dress her. The wedding ceremony was taking place in just a couple of hours. On the way to her chambers she passed some servants gossiping who didn't realize she was there.
"I can't believe she has to marry that monster, he kills people for fun, and just look at what he did to that Greyjoy fellow," one whispered. "Well I heard Lady Sansa had to deal with a great number of horrors while she was away, maybe she can handle herself... Although, I heard the bastard takes no pleasure in sex and just does it to hurt people.." another responded.
A sense of slight panic flooded Sansa's mind. While being tended to by her hand maidens in her chambers she went over all the events of the evening before, trying to place her emotions and see if she was misguided.
I was quite inebriated...am I remembering my feelings incorrectly? He helped me to my room, helped me undress and bathe. Oh gods, how could I have been so stupid? I was drunk and naked, practically throwing myself at him!
...but he didn't do anything with me. Why didn't he do anything with me? If he was as bad as people say then he would have done horrible things to me...
Sansa stewed over her emotions trying to figure out what sort of mind games her betrothed may have been playing. Is he trying to pretend he's a good person? Is he just going to hurt me once he has me? I need to protect myself.
Ramsay spent the morning of his wedding hunting. Watching the life go out of his prey's eyes reminded him of all he had to lose and everything he wanted to gain. I need this girl, she is the key to the North. She is mine. We're going to be together forever. I want to please her. I need to please her. She is everything.
The obsession with his new toy was like nothing he had experienced before. No other woman or thing was as important to him as Sansa, because no other person or thing could get him the power he craved like she could. She needs to be mine, to by my side. I must make her fall in love with me. She has no doubt heard about my reputation... Let's hope this Stark wolf has some bite, he thought to himself as he mounted his horse and rode back to the castle.
Ramsay stood at the end of the isle in his finest clothes, looking as handsome as ever. Excitement was radiating out of him with the prospect of his marriage. This made those who knew Ramsay a little put off. He usually only looked like that when he was going to torture someone- little did they know this look was actually caused by the opposite. He was going to make her his, mind, body and soul, and that was the ultimate mind game to Ramsay. He had never set out to make a woman fall in love with him, and was excited about the new game he made for his new toy.
Sansa appeared as the music started playing. Her beauty was overwhelming and guests gasped at the sight of her, followed by sighs of wonder. Ramsay's eyes locked onto his bride and his lips curled, producing a huge grin on his handsome face.
Sansa was nearly emotionless, trying to keep her feelings hidden. She was sad for the loss of her family and confused about her feelings for Ramsay, determined to protect herself emotionally. She decided she would go through the motions, but ignore any feelings she had for her future husband. She couldn't get hurt if she didn't open herself up to whatever he really was.
The ceremony and celebrations proceeded, and Ramsay was practically bubbling every step of the way while Sansa was hardly even there mentally. They didn't have a single minute alone the whole day until they had their first dance. The musicians played an upbeat tune and Ramsay twirled his wife playfully on the dance floor, catching her every time she came around to face him.
Sansa hadn't danced since she was a girl, and couldn't help feeling joy at the motions. Everyone was shocked at how graceful Ramsay was and how easily he led his wife through the dances. He seemed to be truly enjoying himself, and he wasn't even torturing anything. Half of the onlookers were enchanted by the effect Sansa had on Ramsay and the other half felt they should be worried for the girl.
The music began to wind down to a slow song with a beautiful melody. "You look beautiful, Lady Sansa," Ramsay said gently into his wife's ear as they embraced each other and swayed. "Your family would have loved to see you this way," he said, knowing she wanted to hear that.
Sansa looked him in the eye trying to search for any sense of false feelings. He hugged her body closer to his and she allowed herself to rest her head on his shoulder. Sansa could feel her determination wavering, and Ramsay could sense it as well. She's playing right into my hands, he thought to himself with a grin.
The evening wound down and it was soon time for the consummation and the newlywed's first night together. Ramsay was buzzing at the thought of what was going to happen, and Sansa was fighting to stay reserved. They made their way to their new shared bed chambers.
Ramsay opened the large door and looked at Sansa expectantly. She gasped at the beauty. She dreamed of her wedding night, but never expected the level of extravagance that was before her. Colorful lace and flowers adorned the entire room, the large fluffy bed was covered in luxurious furs, and scented candles were lit everywhere in their ornate candelabras. A giant bath was filled with hot water and floating rose petals, oils set beside it, just waiting for them.
Ramsay knew Sansa had been trying to suppress her emotions all night and he knew that he was breaking through the wall she put up. He was loving his new game. Sansa stepped inside the room and bent over to feel the furs on the bed. Ramsay closed the door and stepped closer to her. "I'm so...happy we're married, Lady Sansa," he smiled. "I've been thinking a lot about our encounter from last night..." he trailed off.
Sansa's heart started beating faster at the thought of what happened the night before, and Ramsay knew he was close to getting her to crumble. He placed his hand over hers on the fur, and the feeling of their skin touching made both of their bodies react. "May I?" he asked sweetly, referring to taking off her dress.
Sansa let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in and whispered "yes," betraying herself.
Ramsay's emotions were running wild, he loved winning. He untied her dress and let it fall to the floor. He turned her around so that they were facing each other and he took in the sight of his wife. Her nipples were erect and her perky breasts pleased him greatly. He felt his dick get harder in his trousers.
Sansa's heart was racing. All the emotions she had from last night came back to her in a flood and she craved them again. She craved his touch. She wanted to experience this with him, and she cursed herself in her head for giving in to her emotions.
There was electricity buzzing between them as they made eye contact and Ramsay could tell she had changed her mind about playing it cool. She was ready now, and he had to make that happen.
"I'm thinking we should take a bath, wife," he said in a sultry deep coo. He undressed himself slowly, watching Sansa's eyes as she marveled at his chiseled body. She could feel herself getting wet with anticipation at the prospect of seeing his cock. When he finally dropped his pants, his dick fell forward towards his wife and she inhaled at the sight of it.
Will that fit inside me? she wondered. Ramsay smirked at her reaction. He knew he was well endowed and that he would have to get her quite warmed up before he could penetrate her, if he wanted it to feel good for her. With most whores he just went for it without thinking twice, letting them get hurt, but he didn't want that for his new wife.
She will love every second of being with me, he thought darkly.
The naked newlyweds made their way over to the bath and stepped in. Ramsay sat behind her and she rested her body on his. She could feel his hard cock against her backside. He grabbed a cloth and began wiping his wife as he had done the night before, making sure to be gentle. He quickly scrubbed himself off and turned his attention back to his Lady.
He kissed her neck from behind, the action sent jolts of energy through his wife's body. He reached his bare hands around to Sansa's breasts and began massaging them. Her hard nipples were loving the attention and it caused a shiver to run through her body. He loved seeing her shiver at his touch, and feeling his cock pressed against her bare skin was so arousing. He couldn't wait to feel the rest of her.
He reached his right hand down to her womanhood and let his pointer finger lightly run over her clit as he continued to rub her left nipple with his other hand. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply at the sensation, letting the sensations wash over her. She craved more from him, but he was being very careful with her and stimulated every part of her slowly.
"Shall we retire to the bed, my Lady?" he said in a low voice. She nodded her head, her eyes still closed from reacting to his touch. He picked her up and carried her to the bed easily, placing her gently and taking in the sight of his wet wife.
Ramsay knelt on the bed so that he was leaning over her, his hands on either side of her head and their faces only centimeters apart. She moved her head upwards so their lips lightly brushed against each other, sending sparks through both of their bodies. Ramsay pushed his head down so their lips crashed together, fervently craving each other. He let his tongue lick her bottom lip and she responded with a thrust of her tongue into his mouth.
My, my, little wolf, he mused to himself between lustful thoughts. Their tongues explored each other's mouths and they found themselves overwhelmed with desire for each other. Ramsay had not experienced this kind of desire for a woman in a very long time, and Sansa had never experienced these intense emotions, ever.
Sansa ran her hands through her husband's thick hair and pulled him closer to her as she arched her hips upwards towards his body. He felt her hips and pelvic region press onto his cock, and the sensation left him wanting more.
He moved to kiss her neck, sucking feverishly at her flesh. He made his way down her chest to her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth, letting his tongue explore her, and used his left hand to pinch the other, a small groan of pleasure escaping his wife's lips. She could feel herself growing even more wet from these new sensations and she longed for him to touch her...down there.
Seeming to read her mind, Ramsay went back to kissing Sansa on the mouth and neck and moved his right hand down to her pussy. He used his pointer and ring fingers to open up the area, exposing the clit to the touch of his middle finger. He flicked it a couple of time before reaching down to enter her vagina. It was soaking wet so he easily plunged his finger inside of her, exploring her. She let out a sigh at this brand new sensation and her breathing sped up. He moved his finger so that he was gently petting her g-spot repeatedly. The he added his pointer finger into his wife's wet cunt, stretching her ever so slightly.
Sansa was overcome with all of the sensations and she was becoming slightly dizzy from her heavy panting. Ramsay slowed down to try to ready her for what was going to happen next. He continued kissing her neck and collarbone, giving a bite to her flesh every once in a while, while she caught her breath. He removed his hand from her womanhood and gently pushed his wife's legs apart.
This is it, she thought. There's no going back.
Ramsay held his wife's leg up along his body with his left hand while his right hand was pressed beside her head. They were staring directly into each other's eyes as he nudged his dick into his wife's soaking pussy. The pressure and pain of the insertion made Sansa gasp and close her eyes.
"Look at me, wife," he demanded. "I want to see your beautiful eyes as I take your virginity."
Her eyes fluttered open as he slid himself slightly further into her, and they locked eyes again. He wanted her to look at him and know that he was the one giving her this feeling. He wanted her to associate him with this mix of pain and pleasure forever, she needed to know that she was his.
He slid his cock back out a little and Sansa felt the relief of the pressure. He pushed in again, this time only a little and slowly she felt the pain subside. A few more short strokes and she began to feel only pleasure. When he sensed this shift in her he gave her a passionate kiss as he slowly inserted himself even further into her wet cunt, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She let out a loud moan at the sensation and this caused Ramsay to grow harder. He continued to pump in and out of her slick, tight cunt, steadily increasing his pace as his wife moaned in pleasure over and over. She is mine, he said triumphantly to himself as he let the pleasure consume him.
"You're so tight and wet, wife. It's glorious," he got out between heavy panting and thrusting.
"Oh, Ramsay," she responded, breathlessly, taking his hard cock into her.
"I want to feel you c u m around me," he pleaded in a low growl. He was pumping ferociously in and out of her now.
Sansa let out a loud groan when he slowed down his penetration. He knew it would allow for a more intense orgasm from her if he slowed and let it build back up.
He used his right hand to bring her head to his and kissed her deeply as he gave hard but slow thrusts into her, building up her orgasm. His tongue was penetrating her mouth as his cock penetrated her cunt and she couldn't help the immense pleasure that was washing over her. Her muscles began to tense up like they did the night before when she experimented with herself.
"Mmmh, I'm going to..." she let out a high pitched noise with the sigh that followed. "Oh, Gods, Ramsay!" she cried out as they both focused on the friction between their bodies. His dick grew harder at the sound of her voice and he felt himself coming close to orgasm as well.
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"Cum for me, Sansa," he egged her on. And with that, she felt herself give in. Her muscles contracting around his cock as she came sent sparks through his body and he felt himself spill into her. Their mutual release sent them into pure bliss as their bodies slowed, their muscles contracted, and they caught their breath.