Chapter 2
Sansa was awoken by a familiar hand running up and down her body. "My lady?" Tyrion whispered, placing a trail of wet kisses along her neck. "Mmh?" Sansa responded, turning over to face him. Tyrion pressed his lips against hers. They explored each other's mouths, Sansa could taste Tyrion's familiar sweet tang of wine on his lips. Sansa felt something hard press against her back, she reached down to remove it when she realised it was her husband's large swollen cock.

She gripped it hard and began moving her hand up and down his shaft. The action received loud moans from Tyrion. "Yes my lady, like that," he cried. Sansa rolled over and positioned herself in between her husband's legs. She placed the tip of his cock inside her mouth and slowly let it slide in until it hit the back of her throat. His cock tasted clean and his genital hair was trimmed. Sansa remembered when Margaery had once told her about the foul taste of cheese that she had experienced with men, and that some had more genital hair than hair on their heads. Sansa was thankful that Tyrion had neither of those things.

She bobbed her head up and down, being careful not to graze his member with her teeth. Sansa felt her husband's legs tense and he began crying out in ecstasy. The warm creamy salty fluid that came from her husband's cock shot into her mouth. She swallowed it, though some had slipped out and began running down her face.

Tyrion chuckled in between pants. He grabbed the end of the sheet and wiped Sansa's mouth. She giggled and scrambled to lay beside her husband. Tyrion wrapped his arm around her as she rested her head against his chest. "I suppose you'd like something in return," Tyrion grinned as he played with his wife's breast. "That would be nice my lord," Sansa purred.

Tyrion grinned and grabbed his wife's legs and pulled her towards him. He rubbed her mound as his tongue moved expertly around her woman parts. Sansa loudly moaned and ran her hands through Tyrion's hair. His tongue felt like heaven, his warm breath against her, the wetness of his tongue pleasuring her. Tyrion grinned at the sound of his wife's squeals and moans.

"I think that's wet enough," Tyrion grinned and climbed on top of her. He positioned himself at her entrance and slid his cock into her slick hole. Sansa's gasp turned into a moan, Tyrion moved in and out of her, each thrust gaining more momentum, more pleasure, bringing them both closer to the edge. Tyrion grunted as his thrusts became more desperate, deeper and stronger. "Harder!" Sansa cried, her hands gripping onto the sheets. She could feel her woman parts clenching as she was just about to tumble over the edge, when they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Tyrion groaned, his teeth gritted. "What?!" he growled.

"The king requests both your presence at breakfast," Lord Baelish replied. "I advise you stop fucking and get there quickly."

Tyrion sighed and slid out of his wife. "We shall continue this tonight," Tyrion said and placed a kiss on Sansa's forehead. She blushed and pulled the sheets over her naked body. She stood up and slid into her petticoat. Tyrion slipped on his trousers followed by his Lannister red jacket. Sansa wore a rather dull reddish brown dress, a similar style to the one Joffrey had destroyed yesterday.

They both left the room and briskly walked to the private dining hall. The room was full; Cersei, Jaime, Tywin and Joffrey were sat together on a table filled with bread, fruits and meats. Lord baelish, Varys and the Tyrells on another table filled with bread, fish and fruits. There was two spaces beside Joffrey, one of which had a pitcher of wine in front of it, the other had a package draped over the back.

As Sansa and Tyrion made their way towards the two spaces. Joffrey stood up and pulled out the chair with the package and smiled at Sansa. "Sansa," he smiled and gestured for her to sit down. The entire room exchanged puzzled looks in response to Joffrey's out of character niceness.

"Here Uncle," Joffrey said and handed Tyrion a goblet of wine. Tyrion took it, sniffed it and took a cautious sip. "Ha, it's not poisoned uncle dear," Joffrey laughed and took a drink from Tyrion's goblet

"Apologises your grace, you're out of character kindness is suspicious to say the least," Tyrion said.
Joffrey chuckled and placed his hand on Sansa's shoulder. "Let's just say I woke up in a good mood this morning," he chuckled. They all feasted on food before them. An hour or so into breakfast, Tyrion leaned over to his wife. "What the hell was that about?" he whispered. "I have no idea my lord," Sansa replied, she spied Joffrey looking at her. He pursed his lips at her and blew a kiss. Sansa felt her cheeks heat up. "I must go now my lord, i feel unwell," Sansa whispered.

"Shall we take a stroll in the gardens?" Tyrion suggested.
That would be lovely," Sansa replied. They both stood up and headed for the door.
"Don't forget your gift," Joffrey called. The room went silent and nine pairs of eyes stared at them.
"Can you have a servers bring it to our chamber," Tyrion said.
"I shall give it to Lady Sansa myself later today," Joffrey said.
"Sansa felt her her stomach knot. "Very well, come Sansa," Tyrion said and led his wife by the hand out of the dining hall. Sansa felt tears sting her eyes. Why me? she internally cried. A tear spilt down her cheek.