This is going to be a long author's note, so I apologize, because there were a few things I wanted to clarify. The first of which is Sansa and Joffrey's ages in this story, something I never addressed but should have before I posted a sex scene. Sorry. I'm placing their ages at around 16-17, which is how they look in the show but in the books they're much younger. (I am SO sorry if I gave you a terrible mental image of two 12 year olds having sex in the previous chapter. It was SO wrong of me not to clarify their ages before such a scene.) The second clarification is that I definitely do not encourage being in any sort of relationship with someone who abuses you in any form; be it verbal, mental or physical. I tried to make it very clear that Joffrey never raised a hand against Sansa, called her names, or anything of the sort. It would be WRONG for the Sansa and Joffrey of the TV show to have any sort of "romance", given his treatment of her. All sex scenes between them in this story will be COMPLETELY consensual on both their parts. I'm not writing this to address a scathing review because, bless your hearts, I haven't received a single one. I'm writing this to clarify because the last thing I would want is to push impressionable people towards the wrong path. Thank you for reading. Proceed!
"Oh." She whimpers, a tear glistening on her cheek. This was painful. Would it feel like this the whole way through? She wondered. She was finally understanding why some women recoiled at the thought of sex. This was not pleasurable. But before she can react, she glimpses at her beautiful boy's face. His eyes are closed, his mouth open, and his arms are tight around her. He is in ecstasy, she realizes. She cannot take that away from him. Right when she thinks that, his eyes open and they scrutinize her face.
"How do you feel, My Lady?" He coos at her, concern in his eyes. He obviously knew it would not be good for a woman, like it would be for a man, the first time.
She wants to tell him it hurts and that she preferred what they were doing earlier but she remembers her decision. She wants to be the one to give him this kind of pleasure no matter what it meant to her.
"Fine. Aren't you suppose to move?" She questions, bringing her palm up to cup his cheek.
"Are you sure?" He questions.
"Yes. Move, Joffrey. I want you to feel good." He cannot resist. This is the first time he has ever been in a woman and it's the best thing he has ever felt. But he has just enough sense left in him to move gently.
In.
Out.
He groans.
In.
Out.
He cries out her name.
Her eyes are fixed upon her beautiful boy's face, storing this moment in her memory. She takes comfort in the fact that she will always have this experience with her, no matter what happens.
Then he pushes in again and she realizes the pain is gone and it is slowly being replaced by a consuming pleasure.
She gasps both in shock and pleasure.
His eyes open in delight. He had hoped his thrusts were gentle enough to coax her pleasure out of her.
She wraps her legs around him and moves her mouth right over his ear.
"More, please." She coos at him.
He groans and pushes in deeper.
"Oh!" She moans. He smirks, he had missed her wanton sounds.
He pulls out completely this time and pushes all the way in again.
She cries out. "Faster." She whispers. Her mouth still over his ear.
He thrusts like he wants to now. All the way out and all the way in as deep and fast as he can go.
Their moans mix together until their sounds eventually combined into one cry. His left arm wrapped itself even tighter around her torso while his right arm moved down to her pleasure spot. The pleasure she felt was too much for her to bear but she had to see his face when he released and she could feel it was coming soon. His rhythm was slowly turning into a wild dance and she knew she had to keep her eyes fixed on him now. Then he climaxed, the veins in his neck protruding, his eyes squeezed shut, his hand forcefully rubbing her pleasure spot but best of all her name a prayer on his list.
"Sansa. Sansa. Sansa. Mine. My Sansa. Mine. Mine. Mine." Was his chant between his last thrusts.
She squeezed him tighter at his words and coaxed his hot release into her and soon after she released too. His name a soft whimper on her lips.
She took her earlier thoughts back, that was even better than what they had done before.
Her king is catching his breath above her, still inside her. He was so so beautiful. And he was all hers, for now. She kisses him on his brow and her moving her torso forces him to push even deeper into her. He gasps. She does too.
"Again?" His eyes widen in shock.
She laughs but quickly stops, after feeling what that does to their connected bodies, and gasps again.
"I just wanted to kiss you." She says, a sweet smile on her face.
"Are you sure? Don't be afraid to admit otherwise, I quite like you wanton, My Lady." He jests in reply.
"Me, wanton? You're the one still inside me." She says this with a challenging smile on her face.
He seems to have missed the joke because he buries his face in her neck with a groan.
"I never want to leave." He whispers against her neck.
She whispers in his ear.
"This is where you belong."
His heart softens at her words.
But he grows harder in other parts of his body.
She instantly feels the change.
"Again?" She sweetly asks.
He starts to move.
In.
Out.
In.
"Over and over." He replies.