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This was my first smut (more than a year old), be gentle

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Her marriage wasn't happy, Sansa knew that. Tyrion tried but after all he was a Lannister, she couldn't imagine to love him. But what bothered her even more was that the Queen took so much pleasure out of her misery. Sansa felt her gaze on her on every occasion a spiteful smirk playing around her features.

One evening at a feast, when Sansa sat beside her husband at the table, she decided she wanted to wipe this satisfied smirk of the Queen's face.

In a bold move she took Tyrion's arm and leaned against him with a peacefully expression on her own face, while she rubbed her cheek against his. He was startled at first, her sudden expression of affection had been unforeseeable but when he followed her eyes he saw the sour expression on his sister's face and he understood, played along.

It gave Sansa more satisfaction than she had thought, to see Cersei so displeased and she decided if she couldn't do anything else she would do this.

Tyrion liked her plan and played his part eagerly. They held hands in the halls or even exchanged light kisses, smiled at each other and Sansa discovered that he was a pleasant companion. After she had gotten used to his face and his touch. She even started to enjoy it.

But after a while it wasn't enough anymore. Sansa had to go further if she wanted to see the Queen's discomfort about her happiness in her marriage. Which started to become real, to Sansa's surprise.

At another feast, when she was sure only the Queen could see her and her husband, to accomplish that wasn't hard because nobody ever looked at them, except for Sansa's sister-in-law, Sansa let her hand slide into Tyrion's trousers and grabbed his manhood. He let out a sound of discomfort, afraid she had gripped too hard she loosen her hand but let it rest on his for her surprisingly soft flesh. Tyrion gazed at her in surprise, he obviously hadn't expected that but he didn't object either. Sansa knew women could give men pleasure with their hands and when she felt how his flesh hardened under her finger she started to move up and down on Tyrion's manhood. She continued her movements, keeping a steady pace, at this feast, in public and the Queen watched with a shocked expression.

Sansa smirked at her, she had her again. But while she did it she experienced that it wasn't unpleasant for her. Tyrion's manhood, the one she had feared in their wedding night was actually not so bad. After a while he leaned his head back heavy panting and she felt suddenly something moist in his pants. The Queen left by the sight with an expression Sansa couldn't read but she was sure it wasn't a pleasant one.

The following night she lost her maidenhead, she had initialised it, had wanted to know it and Tyrion had been dear to her by then.

She had loved it, it hadn't been what she expected, he had been gentle and she had felt the pleasure he could bring her. And then she had the idea.

The Queen was on her way to Tyrion's solar when Sansa beheld her in the yard and made herself ready. She bent over Tyrion's desk, facing the door the Queen would use and waited. She heard how Tyrion climbed on the chair behind her and felt him lifting her gown and shirt, revealing her bare ass.

She felt with lust the cold air tickling her cheeks and how Tyrion traced with his hands over them until one of his hands found her lower lips.

He circled them with his clever fingers and eventually inserted one of them inside her. Sansa exhaled a moan by this feeling. She already felt wetness dripping down her thighs and knew she was ready.

He gently gripped her hips and placed his cock at her entrance, she felt the tripping head and rocked her hips back, taking him inside her. The pleasure built up in her when Tyrion slowly began to move back and forth, in and out of her, in a clear rhythm, it nearly overwhelmed her when he slightly sped up, pressing her gently in the desk.

The door was swung open and the Queen marched in the room, but was suddenly frozen by sight. Sansa had waited for it.

"Oh, your grace" Sansa braced herself on her hands and reached out with her hand, smiling at her. Tyrion on the other hand didn't stop fucking her, like planed.

"Do you want to join us?" Sansa asked in a sweet voice, rocking back and forth with her body, her hair tangling around her face.

Cersei had even been paler than usual and now she looked like she would faint. It was a pleasure for Sansa to see her flee the room. And short after that her climax arrived and Tyrion shot his seed into her. She collapsed on the desk, yes this was great day.

Cersei tried to avoid them now, but they made sure she would caught them in compromising situations, like Tyrion on a chair and Sansa kneeing between his legs, or the other way around. It was hilarious for them and Sansa was really glad that she had done it. After a while Cersei demanded them to leave to Casterly Rock and they did …


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