#got smut

Viserys grimaced at the scent of the Dothraki camp, the whole place smelled like horse, sweat, leather and blood, a sickening mix in the hot heat of Vaes Dothrak. He ensured his lavish tent, a gift from Illiryio, was on the edges of the camp, far from the large fires and the tents filled with screaming whores. He had a hot bath drawn for him and summoned himself a slave girl to assist him, demanding he be brought a ‘Pretty one’. He sat sipping wine, awaiting her arrival, wearing only his jet black robe.

“Girl.” The Dothraki man barked as he entered Visery’s tent, dragging with him one of the many slave girls they had captured on their travels,

She let out a weak little whimper as she was dragged in, wearing nothing but an old cloak, but it concealed every inch of her from toes to temple.

“Wait.” Viserys ordered as he stood, his index finger extended in hope the dothraki would understand the motion if not the words, “Reveal her. If she is ugly, you can take her back and fetch me another.”

The man grunted but obeyed and, in a single second, ripped off the girl's cloak to reveal her.

She was completely bare, naked as she was born, her skin was remarkably unbruised and pale, not as pale as Viserys himself, but paler than he imagined she’d be, but what took him back the most were the flowing locks of silver blonde hair on her head, and the small patch of matching silver hairs that covered her cunt.

His brows raised, and a wicked smile moved across his lips, “Go, now.” He ordered the man without even glancing at him,

The man stormed out without a word, leaving the two alone,

Viserys took his time making sure he saw every single inch of this girl, “Humm… hello darling.”

She met his eyes and bowed her head,

“What an interesting little thing you are, wherever did they find you?” he asked as he closed the gap between them and curled his fingers in her silver locks,

“Lys. Your grace,”

“Lys? Fascinating.” He chuckled, moving closer close enough to feel the heat of her skin, “Did he tell you what I want you for?”

“No, your grace.”

“I want a pretty little thing who knows how to tend to a king,” he smirked, brushing the tip of his nose on hers, “I have no intention of harming you, unless you wake the dragon, are we clear?”

“Yes, your grace.”

“Good,” he grinned, “prepare the bath.”

She nodded and quickly moved to the edge of the tub. She was nervous at first, shyly standing beside it, but when she saw him clearly watching, she made sure to do it nicely. She sat her hip on the edge of the tub and leaned down like a siren dipping her hand into the steamy water. It was hot but not enough to hurt her skin, so she didn’t flinch. She added oils, flower petals and salts to the bath, ensuring it would be scented like the luxury Viserys desired. “It- it is ready, your grace.”

“Good, I, however, am not.”

“Of course,” she bowed her head and stood once more. She slowly went over to him, trying to keep her head down as she untied his black robe,

But Viserys tilted her chin up until she met his eyes, seeming to inspect her face,

Regardless, he continued and pulled the robe from his body, revealing his thin shape. He was already half hard for her and made no attempt at modesty. He ran his hand down himself, stroking the rough curls of silver hair above his cock, before then grabbing her cunt without warning or permission, stroking his thumb on her own silver hair, “Humm, we match, don’t we?”

“Yes, your grace, it appears to be so.”

“Does that thrill you, darling?” He asked, leaning in to kiss her jaw as his fingers rubbed her clit,

She didn’t resist but didn’t lean into him either, “… I… I do not know, your grace.”

“Cause it thrills and delights me greatly,” he smirked, pulling his hand back and licking his fingers clean, “Go on,” He told her, pushing her hip to turn her towards the bath and giving her a firm smack on the ass,

She bit back a yelp but walked to the bath, standing like a sentinel beside it,

Viserys came over slowly and climbed into the steamy water, hissing softly as he lowered himself down, sitting with his back against the wooden tub and his arms on the edges, “Come.”

She silently gulped but obeyed, climbing into the water and sitting herself on his lap,

“Hummm, hello darling,” he smirked, moving his hands to her hips, “Right where a pretty thing like you belongs,”

“Yes, your grace,” she nodded, going to reach for the washcloth,

But he grabbed her hand and brought it to his bare chest, “No, no. We are going to talk first, you have intrigued me.”

“Of course, your grace.”

“Do you come with a name? Or do I delightfully get to name my favourite little thing?”

“Y/n,”

“I’m surprised, I expected you to have a Valyrian name,” he chuckled, “Like… Saera… or Alyssa… or Rhayella.”

“No, your grace just y/n.”

“Humm, very well, but I admit my disappointment,” he smirked, “You said you came from Lys.” He asked, allowing her to take the washcloth and begin to scrub his sweat-coated body,

“Yes, Lys.”

“And whom were you born to?”

“My p-parents? You’re grace.”

“And their names,” he growled,

“I- I do not know my king. I was taken… so young.”

He hummed, playing softly with her hair, “Do you recall any if your mother or father had hair like yours?”

“My mother did.”

“Humm, it's very pretty hair. I like it very much.” He cooed, shifting her hips until his cock brushed the lips of her pussy, “Will you scream if I slip my cock inside you?”

“I- uh- no. No, your grace.”

“Good, smart girl,” he growled, thrusting up in one deep, only stopping once he was hilt deep inside her, “Ughh- fuck- you are tight for a slave girl.”

She whimpered but held tightly onto the edge of the tub as he began his rough thrusts,

“Nyke hae aōha ōghar olvie olvie (I like your hair very much)” He growled in her ear, “Jaelan mirri gēlenka zaldrīzoti, would ao hae bona? (I want some silver dragons, would you like that?)”

“Pardon, your grace.”

“I want silver-haired sons, who will one day inherit my throne. You will give them to me, won’t you, Y/n?”

“Do I have a choice?” she panted,

“Humm, not if you want to live,” he growled, biting on her neck,

“Yes, my king,” she whimpered,

Thankfully, it seemed the servants that surrounded Cersei had finally scattered and she was able to breathe. Her skin crawled at the idea of being around the rats of the court for a moment longer. What she had done to anger the Gods so much for them to surround her with these people; the Queen Mother truly did not know. If her thoughts were not so crowded in her mind, Cersei would have realised earlier on that she had wandered into an already used space. The soft whines and moans becoming more obvious had her attention. Another whore, she thought to herself and for some reason only the Gods would know - she continued to walk towards the sounds.

The obscene, familiar sounds of bodies slapping against each other greeted Cersei as she stepped closer; hidden from view by a crumbling wall. It was no surprise to the Queen mother that the girl before her was completely bare; the silk of her dress on a pile at her feet as the man remained mostly dressed. The shirt of the man was half unbuttoned as if in haste as his pants were only pushed down far enough for his arse to be on display. “Please…ple-oh, ah,” the whines began to escape the woman as her face nuzzled into the man’s neck. There was a hint of familiarity in the voice that had Cersei stepping as close as she possibly could.

“Shh, be a good girl now,” that voice. Cersei thought, she’d heard it all her life even if those words had never been directed to her. Her father was fucking a whore? Her eyes widened at the thought whilst they never strayed from the erotic sight before her. The younger girl’s legs wrapped around her father’s waist now as he pressed her against the wall. The new position must have pushed her father’s cock deeper as the girl only squealed and Cersei could see her toes curling. She hated the warmth spreading over her body as her lips parted. The queen mother had to swallow as she nearly began to drool at the whorish sounds echoing. She had never made such noises herself, even with Jaime.

“Please…daddy, please…” She had known women to say such in the bed before but as the girl’s head fell back; Cersei could only thank the Gods she had some mind left as she clasped her hand over her mouth to keep her own gasp from escaping. The sight of her younger sister falling apart on their father’s cock was enough to cause her to feel faint. This time Cersei couldn’t stop the gulp threatening to escape her as she watched the act quicken. Her sweet sister’s ample breasts bounced with each thrust as Tywin groaned out. “Still so tight.” He muttered as he pressed deeper; his throbbing cock coated in her slickness as his balls slapped against her again and again.

“Even after all those pups I put in you,” Cersei’s eyes were nearly blown at those words. The hypocrisy of her father when her children were involved and he was breeding his youngest. A spike of jealousy raced through her spine as she only continued to watch. Her sister falling apart before her was quite entertaining. And if her own thighs were rubbing together beneath her dress, well, Cersei would never admit to that. “Please..I can’t…its too much,” her sweet, pretty words escaped her as she clung to Tywin; her eyes rolled as her pants of pleasure echoed against the walls. Each thrust of his cock had her hiccuping. 

Cersei watched as the younger girl thrashed in their father’s hold. The Lord only hummed as he ignored her words and quickened his pace. He fucked her through her climax as she squirted around his cock; her sweet, gummy walls milking him as he pressed deep and hard - over and over again. Tywin slammed harder; his grip on her hips tightening enough to cause bruises he was sure of it but in that moment he held no care for such consequences. “Fuck, that’s it..that’s it kitten.” The nickname fell from his lips as Cersei stared on; her hand, finding her already wet pussy between her own thighs.

Her fingers dipped inside just as she watched the couple in front of her kiss; her father’s tongue dipping in as he began to feast upon her sister. The younger girl’s hands reached for the back of his neck as she completely melted for him. His hips only continued to rock; the stamina he had was quite shocking for Cersei. Her younger sister’s legs locked around his waist; pulling him closer - deeper. Her face was completely screwed up in pleasure and Cersei had only seen whores looking so fucked. Her sister’s lips were parting; tongue falling out before her father leaned in and began to suck on it.

Their kiss turned passionate and sloppy as Cersei could only watch on with her own growing arousal. Her sweet sister’s moans were muffled as the queen mother bit into her own palm to keep her whines escaping her. Her fingers pushed deep and quick as her palm pressed against her clit with each thrust. “Your husband is too drunk to realise the seed dripping from you is not his,” Tywin began to taunt; his cock throbbing in her warmth as he pressed deeper. She squealed his name as his fat, mushroom head pressed against her spongy spot again and again. Each thrust caused her to squirt. 

Lord Lyonel had trained in the yard earlier.During the first rumble of thunder, he’d still been outside.

Rain had fallen too quickly, too fiercely.You couldn’t rest.You couldn’t breathe.

So you ran.

Bare-footed.

Rain-soaked.

Heart pounding as you rushed up the dark stairwell toward his chambers, clutching your skirts, lightning slashing across the tower windows.

When you reached his door, you pushed it open without thinking.“...my lord? Lyonel?”

The chamber was dim, lit only by a single hearth fire.

And there he stood.

Lord Lyonel Baratheon, broad-shouldered, half-armored, hair dripping from the rain, looking like the storm made flesh.

He turned toward the sound of your voice and went still.Absolutely, completely still.His eyes swept over you slowly.

Your hair plastered to your cheeks from the downpour.Your dress soaked and clinging to every curve.Your breasts straining against wet fabric.

Your thighs pressed together, instinctively shy under his gaze. Your chest rising and falling, breathless from the run.

Lightning split the sky behind you, illuminating your silhouette in white fire.

Lyonel inhaled sharply.“You…” His voice dropped an octave. “I was not expecting company.”

“I....I came to ensure you weren’t hurt,” you whispered, nerves trembling in your throat. “The storm...I feared you were still outside—”

He stepped closer.Too close.

The heat of him melted the chill off your rain-cold skin. You smelled steel, cedar, clean sweat, the faintest trace of ale.

Your body trembled as you resisted the urge to fall to your knees.His hand rose, hesitating for a moment and then his thumb brushed your cheek.

“You should not wander the halls in weather like this,” he murmured.

His gaze flicked down your body, lingering in places that made your knees weaken.“But…”

Another slow drag of his gaze.

“…I find myself grateful that you did.”

Your breath caught. "My Lord!"

His lips hovered close to yours, close enough that you felt the warmth of him, tasted thunder on his breath. "I want you to say my name."

“Lyonel—”You didn’t finish the sentence, did not get the chance too.

He kissed you.Hard, hungry.

A man starved and finding his first taste of something forbidden.

He backed you into the wall with the force of it, his massive frame caging yours, hands sliding to your hips, gripping fiercely as though he needed to steady himself.

Rain dripped from your hair onto his jaw.

He didn’t care.He only kissed you deeper, swallowing your gasp.

“Gods,” he rasped against your lips, “you came running through a storm for me…”

Another kiss, slower, deeper, devastating.“…how am I meant to keep my hands from you now?”

Your legs trembled.

He lifted you as though you weighed nothing, carrying you through the dim room.

Thunder boomed overhead, shaking the bedposts as he sat on the edge of his bed and pulled you into his lap.

His mouth latched onto your throat, hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing downward, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath stutter.

“Lyonel....My Lord.” you whispered, clinging to his broad shoulders but your words dissolved when his hands slid under your soaked skirts, gripping your soft hips.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured.

“It’s cold,” you whispered weakly.

“No,” he said, voice darkening as his hands pulled you tighter against him feeling the heat of his cock straining against his breeches beneath you.

“This isn’t cold.”

You shivered again.

He groaned, deep, guttural and guided your hips to grind softly against him, slow circles over the hardness beneath.

“Feel that?” he growled against your ear.“That’s what you do to me.”

Your breath broke on a whimper, your body shivering again.

He kissed you again, this time slower, worshipful, his tongue claiming yours, his hands aching with the need to touch every inch of you.

When he finally pushed your damp skirts up around your waist, the storm outside roared louder, lightning flashing across his face like a god’s blessing.

He looked at you really looked, eyes dark, reverent, desperate.

“Ride me,” he breathed.

His thumb stroked your trembling thigh.

“If this storm takes the castle down, let the last thing I ever see be you on top of me.”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart hammering in your chest.

He helped you guide him inside you, both of you gasping at the joining; your wetness easing the slow, thick stretch of him.

“Gods…” Lyonel’s head fell back for a moment, a groan ripping from his chest.“You… you feel made for me.”

You sank onto him fully, his hands gripping your hips, trembling with restraint,his breath shuddering against your breasts.

Thunder cracked you side the windows as a moan spilled from your lips.

He dragged your hips slowly against his—deep, powerful strokes that made your entire body tremble with pleasure.

“That’s it,” he murmured, kissing your throat as you moved.“Use me… take what you need… storm or no storm…”

Your fingers tangled in his wet hair.Your hips rolled to match this thrusts.Your breath broke on a cry.

Lyonel’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, your chest pressing to his, your body flush with his strength.

“You’re perfect,” he groaned into your neck.“Show me...gods...show me again..ride me—”

You did.Slow at first, then faster, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through your core.

The storm raged outside, winds screaming, waves crashing against the cliffs, but inside this chamber?

There was only heat.Only breath.Only thunder between bodies intertwined.You clenched around him, Lyonel choked on a moan and you came undone in his arms, crying his name into the storm.

He followed moments later, holding you tight, burying his face in your neck, groaning brokenly as he spilled inside you.

When his breathing finally steadied, he kissed your cheek softly, reverently.

“You came here to make sure I wasn’t hurt,” he whispered.

Thunder boomed.

He stroked your back gently.“And yet I think I’m the one who may never recover.”

You leaned into him, still trembling.

Lyonel wrapped his cloak around your shoulders, his lips brushing your temple.

“Stay with me until the storm passes,” he murmured.

His hand slid slowly down your thigh, promising more.“Or longer.”

He didn’t let you go.

Not for the entire storm.

Your knees hit the floor, you spread them.Hands on the ground.Back arched.Ass raised for him—soft, plush, inviting.

Duncan’s breath hisses out of him like he’s been punched.“Gods almighty…”

He’s behind you in an instant.

Not gentle.

Not slow.

Not cautious.

He grabs your hips, huge hands engulfing your curves, fingers digging in just enough to let you know he’s there, he’s real, he’s not holding back anymore.

“Do you understand,” he growls into your ear, leaning over you,“what you just asked me to do?”

You wiggle your hips.

His cock, already hard, thick, heavy, slaps against the curve of your ass.

Duncan chokes on a noise so animalistic it barely resembles speech.

He spreads your cheeks with his thumbs, staring down at your dripping pussy like it’s the first and last blessing he’ll ever see.

“Princess… you’re already wet… fuck… you’re ready for me—”

“Dunk,” you whisper, dizzy with need,“put your cock in me.”

That’s it.

That’s the moment he stops being Ser Duncan the Tall, knight of the Kingsguard.

And becomes the man underneath it all.A huge, starving, feral creature who wants you more than he wants air.

⸻

He lines himself up, thick head pushing against your entrance and he doesn’t ask again.

He drives in.

One deep, obscene stroke.

Your breath leaves you in a broken gasp as your pussy stretches around him, massive, overwhelming, filling you so deep you feel it in your spine.

Duncan’s voice shreds.“FUCK...princess...you’re grippin’ me...gods...you’re squeezin’ so tight...perfect..."

He pulls back.

Slams in again.

your wetness, his hips meeting your ass, your moan breaking echoes off the walls.

You fall forward to your elbows.He hauls you back up by the hips, forcing your spine into a perfect arch presenting your ass to him like a gift sent from the gods.

“Don’t you fucking fold on me,” he growls,“I ain’t even started.”

His cock pistons into you, Deep.Hard. Fast and Unrestrained.

Every thrust makes your breasts bounce beneath you.

Duncan stares at the movement, groaning through clenched teeth.

“Look at you,” he pants, fucking into you harder, “my sweet princess, takin’ me like this, on your knees, beggin’ to be ruined—”

You moan something desperate, incoherent.

He snarls.“Nah. Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” you breathe, fingers curling hard into the floor.“Fuck me like an animal—”

He slaps your ass.

HARD.

You gasp, he groans, and his next thrust is brutal.

“Say it again,” he demands, breath ragged.

“Fuck me like an animal, Dunk—!”

He grabs your hair, fists it thencpulls your head back.

You cry out. Your walls clench around him.

He shudders, voice breaking.“Oh gods...princess— don’t do that....I’m gonna lose myself—”

You try to steady yourself, but he’s fucking you too hard, too deep, too wild for anything but surrender.

Duncan is panting over you, hips slamming into your ass, balls smacking your clit with each thrust.

“Princess...I can smell you..your heat..your want— fuck...you’re wetter than any dream I ever had—”

He kneels behind you for better leverage.

His chest presses to your back, hands slide under you, one grabbing your breast, squeezing it like he owns it,the other circling your clit in rough, sloppy, perfect circles.

You cry out.

He bites your shoulder.Not enough to break skin, but enough to mark you.Enough to claim you as his and his alone.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk,” he growls into your skin.

“I’m gonna fuck you until that prick of a princess notices you’re glowin’ the next mornin’. I’m gonna fuck you until you forget how to stand.”

Your legs shake, tears pricking your eyes, your pussy clamps around him.

You’re close.

So close.

“Dunk— I—”

He speeds up.

Pounding into you relentlessly, lips against your shoulder, big hand squeezing your breast, thumb rubbing your clit until you’re screaming.

“Cum on my cock,” he orders, voice low, feral, possessive.“Give it to me.”

Your orgasm hits like fire exploding between your legs.

You scream into your hands that are digging into the ground, throat raw, thighs shaking violently, pussy clenching so hard Duncan doubles over with a hoarse, broken cry.

“Princess... oh gods... I can’t— you’re milkin’ me—!”

His thrusts stutter.He pulls you back hard And cums inside you.Spilling deep, hot, pulsing ropes that make your whole body heat.

He keeps fucking you shallowly through it, groaning with every twitch, every pulse, every spasm of your walls around him.

When he’s spent, he collapses over you, chest heaving against your back, cock still throbbing inside you.

He kisses your shoulder.

Your neck.

Your spine.

Then whispers, voice shaky.“You ask me to fuck you like an animal again… and I swear by the Seven… I’ll rut you until you forget your own damn name.”

Your cheek rests against the floor.Your breath is unsteady.Your thighs still trembling.Your pussy still fluttering around Duncan’s cock—slow, involuntary pulses that make him groan softly every time.

He’s still on top of you.Not crushing...just there,his huge frame blanketing yours, arms caging you in, chest pressed warmly against your back, heart thundering against your shoulder blades.

He doesn’t move.

He doesn’t pull out.

He just breathes.

Slow.

Deep.

Shaken.

After a moment, he presses a trembling kiss to the back of your shoulder.

“Princess…” he whispers, voice raw,“…are you alright?”

You nod, still recovering.He exhales, the relief heavy and shaky.Then something changes in his breathing.

Not lust.Not hunger, no it is something much softer.Something he’s been swallowing down for far too long.

He rests his forehead between your shoulder blades, still sheathed inside you, still warm and swollen and filling you completely.

“Princess…” he begins again, almost inaudible,“I ain’t ever...not once in my life..touched someone the way I touched you....if I every get close somethin just goes wrong."

You lift your head just enough to hear him better.

He continues, voice breaking.“I’m… I’m supposed to be a knight. A proper one. Strong. Controlled. But you...gods, when you asked me to take you like that— I didn’t feel like a knight. I felt like a man who’s been wantin’ somethin’ he ain’t allowed to have.”

His arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you closer, deeper onto him.

You whimper quietly.He groans softly into your skin.

“Still so tight…” he whispers, kissing your neck gently. “Even after all that. Sweet Seven…”

He tries to steady himself.Your hand reaches back to touch his thigh.

He flinches,not from pain, but tenderness.

“I’m in love with you.”The words spill out before he can stop them.

And once they do, he shatters.“Princess… I ain’t worthy of you. Not even close. But I look at you and I....I feel somethin’ so strong I can’t breathe. I try to act proper, I try to look away when your dress dips, I try to forget how soft you are, how sweet you smell, how you smile at me—”

His cock twitches inside you.He chokes on a groan closing his eyes.“I can’t forget you. I can’t.”

His hand slides to your belly, palm large and warm as he holds you close, grounding himself with the feel of your softness against him.

Your walls flutter around him again.

He inhales sharply.“Princess… please don’t think less of me. I ain’t ever meant to touch you in anger, or lust, or… whatever that was. But when you said those words, when you begged me to...I couldn’t stop myself. I needed you. I’ve… I’ve needed you.”

He presses another kiss to your shoulder.Another to your neck.Then he nuzzles into you like he’s trying to hide his embarrassment in your skin.

“I ain’t never loved a woman before,” he whispers, voice breaking.“but I love you. Gods help me, I love you so much I’d die for you without thinkin’ twice.”

His voice cracks gain.“And havin’ you like this… still inside you… warm and soft and holdin’ onto me… it feels like a dream I don’t deserve to keep.”

You reach back, fingers brushing his cheek.

He freezes, then melts as his eyes slide closed while he places his hand over yours, threading your fingers together, both of your hands resting against your belly, his cock still sheathed inside your wet heat.

You whisper his name, gentle to assure the giant that you are not going anywhere. "I love you too Dunk."

He lets out a sound, half-whimper, half-sigh of relief as he presses himself closer to you, kissing the side of your neck softly, reverently.

“You’re everything to me,” he murmurs.“And I ain’t ever lettin’ you go… not unless you command it.”

His hips shift, barely. But enough that you feel him again, thick and warm and still filling you deeply.

He inhales sharply.“Princess… if you move like that again, I’m gonna want you all over again.”

Your hips roll.

Soft.

Inviting.

ramsay is angry with you. you’ve annoyed him by not giving him any reaction while he rapes you. you’ve had enough, and you know that he always wants a reaction. so you just lay there, not even crying. he’s tried fucking you hard, biting you, and still nothing. you never respond to his kisses either, even when he orders you. so he threw you in a cell, on the x. you’ve been there for a day, not seeing your baby.

your throat is parched, you haven’t had any water in a day. your head is killing you, your limbs are sore. you can’t even cry anymore. you’re just empty and cold. ramsay ripped off your clothes and raped you before taking you to the cell.

you’re thinking about your baby. you named him tom, for thomas. you hated him during the first weeks. but then something odd happened. the way he stopped crying when you held him, the way he smiles at you. now he’s the only thing you love in this world, the only thing stopping you from killing yourself. ramsay allows you to take care of him, he isn’t interested in the baby himself. he always orders his servants to take tom away when he wants to be alone with you. and he wants that quite often.

ramsay was with you in labor, he wanted to see you bleeding and crying. he got what he wanted, alright. his cock was hard while watching. he fucked you after, you’re still sore from him constantly raping you.

but now you wonder if he’s just going to let you die, if he’s finally gotten bored of you. you could rot away in this cell and not many people would remember you, ramsay has murdered most of your friends and family.

you’re almost drifting away when the door creeps open. ramsay steps in with a serious expression.

”have you learned your lesson?” he asks, crossing his arms.

”w-”, you mumble.

”w?”, ramsay chuckles.

”w-water.. please”, you plead.

”oh, you want water. sure!” ramsay says, taking a bottle of water from the table.

he walks in front of you. ”there you go, love”, he says. then he starts pouring the water on the ground.

you let out a small whimper as the bottle empties. ”now that’s more then what you’ve been giving me during the last days. why is that?” ramsay asks, tilting his head.

”please, let me see tom. i wanna see my baby”, you whimper.

”tom? he’s fine, don’t worry about him”, ramsay says. ”but i’m your baby as well, right?” he adds with a smirk.

you look at ramsay with detest. ”there she is, finally”, ramsay says, chuckling.

”you know what i want from you”, he says. ”you’ve been too quiet, and i don’t like that..” he continues. ”i’m gonna get you to sing for me again”, ramsay says with a devious grin. ”and since i’m your baby, you know what i need”, he adds, stroking your breasts.

”please don’t, that’s for tom”, you whimper. you hate when ramsay drinks your milk, it makes you feel dirty. that’s why you don’t enjoy breastfeeding tom anymore.

”oh it’s for me as well, love”, ramsay says, grinning. he squeezes your breast and looks at the milk pouring out. he loves your breasts, the fullness of them not that you’ve started breastfeeding.

he descends, gently kissing your nipple. then his mouth latches onto your tit. he starts sucking relentlessly, gulping your milk like his life depends on it.

you squirm, but that doesn’t do anything. you’re chained up. ramsay keeps suckling on your tit, making foul sounds. you start crying, you can’t help it.

”fucking finally”, ramsay says with a grin. he looks up at you, enjoying your tears. then he starts sucking again, like he’s your baby.

your milk is all over his face while he drools on you. he’s messy with it, because he knows that it grosses you out. one thing he adores is seeing you cry and whimper, seeing you nauseous. he knows you hate it, that’s the reason he enjoys it.

”fuck, you taste so good”, ramsay moans against your tits. ”should i start calling you mommy? would you like that?” he teases you.

he switches onto the other tit, continuing sucking on your milk. he’s moaning, slobbering all over your skin.

ramsay finally parts with your tit, smacking loudly. then he stands, looking at you with a grin on his face. ”i don’t like that you give our son more attention than me”, he says. ”we have servants for the baby, you should just be with me”, he continues.

”tom. his name is tom!” you scream at him, squirming. you’re starting to lose your patience.

”shit, did i offend you?” ramsay chuckles. then he leans in. ”you’re going to kiss me back now, otherwise i’ll make sure you’re hurt properly”, he says.

then he presses his lips onto yours, hungrily. you hesitantly respond to his kiss, knowing that it’s better than to be tortured by him. ramsay’s kissing you violently, drool spilling on your lips. he grabs your head, smushing his face against yours.

”i’ve missed you, you know”, he says, finally parting with your lips. ”i’ve missed hearing you cry..” he continues, taking out a knife. ”it’s been a while, i didn’t want to torture you too much while you were close to labor and all”, he says, smirking. ”but now i can toy with you again, isn’t that fun?” he adds.

he drags the knife on your trembling body. you know better than to plead. he’s going to do what he wants, like always.

ramsay slowly presses the knife on your belly, making a cut. you squeal in pain as blood starts pouring out the wound. ”very good!” ramsay says, cupping your cheek. he gives you a wet kiss while twirling his fingers around your wound. he then licks the blood from his fingers.

he then takes the knife on your neck. ”once you told me to kill you, do you still want that?” he asks, tilting his head. you shake your head with teary eyes. ”ah, for tom, right?” ramsay says. ”for our precious baby, my heir”, he continues. ”i could easily kill tom if you continue ignoring me”, he says. ”i can make more heirs, keep you pregnant all the time. hell, you’re probably already pregnant again right now”, he says.

”but you ignoring me.. i don’t like that”, he adds, his eyes darkening. ”

”i’ll be good, i promise. i’ll give you everything you want, just don’t hurt tom”, you respond, tears still spilling from your eyes.

”thought you’d say that, very good”, ramsay says.

”you must be terribly thirsty”, ramsay says, suddenly releasing you from the x. ”i’ll give you something to drink”, he continues, releasing your legs as well. you drop to your knees immediately, too weak to stand up.

”on your knees already, such a good little pet”, ramsay chuckles. he then takes of his belt, it drops on the ground. then he pulls his cock out. ”come on, you know what to do”, he says.

you take ramsays cock inside your mouth. it’s hard, the salty taste of his precum enters your dry mouth. you start dragging your mouth around his cock, licking and sucking on it. you gently squeeze his balls as well. ramsay moans loudly, grabbing your head. he starts slamming his cock in and out of your mouth.

he’s mouthfucking you violently, groaning and moaning. you let out a whimper as his cock reaches your throat. you feel like puking, but only bile comes out.

”fuck, you’re taking me so good, slut”, ramsay moans.

he starts going faster, then he stops, burying his cock deep inside your mouth. you feel his warm cum pouring inside your parched throat. you gag, but end up swallowing.

”that will be your meal for today”, ramsay says.

”if you keep boring me i’ll make you eat my shit”, he adds.

”i-i won’t bore you again, i swear”, you say.

”good”, ramsay says.

he takes out the knife again and positions himself behind you.

”now… you need a brand”, he says, grinning.

”no, please…” you whimper. ”shh, pet”, ramsay cooes at you.

he traces the knife on your shoulder, finding the right spot. then he sinks the knife into your skin.

you let out a scream as he starts carving your skin with the knife, blood pouring out.

”r… is for ramsay”, he says with a devilish grin.

then he continues, making you scream louder.

”god, i’ve missed that sound”, he says.

”b… is for bolton”, he says cheerfully.

”rb, doesn’t that pretty on your soft skin”, he says.

you just cry from the pain. ramsay twirls his fingers on your wound, making you whimper. then he licks the blood off his fingers.

”you’re being such a good little girl now”, he says, grinning.

”but i’m not done yet”, he says.

”on your hands and knees”, he orders.

you obey, positioning yourself on the cold floor.

ramsay leans his cock with your cunt and pushes inside without a warning.

you let out a whimper as he starts pounding inside you, hard and rough.

ramsay slaps your ass, leaving a red mark. you whimper from the pain, still crying from him carving you.

”that’s more like it”, he says.

his cock is pulsing inside you, hot and hard. you feel his precum leaking inside you.

the cold, hard floor is hurting your hands as he fucks into you, relentless.

ramsay slaps your ass again, and spits on your wound. it burns.

”r-ramsay, it hurts”, you whimper. ”that’s the point, my love”, he says.

he starts going faster, more rushed.

”you’re going to give me more heirs”, he moans.

then he comes inside you with a loud grunt, burying himself deep inside your cunt. you feel his warm cum pouring inside your ruined cunt.

you just cry, completely defeated.

ramsay picks you up into his arms and starts carrying you up the stairs. he brings you to his chamber.

”i’ll get reek to draw a bath for you, you’ve earned it”, he says, giving your nose a gentle kiss.

the bath is warm. ramsay is behind you, gently rubbing your back.

he’s nuzzling on your neck, giving you soft kisses and bites. he’s clearly in a good mood.

”see, my love, this is what you get when you don’t bore me”, he says.

you nod, staring at the water with empty eyes.

even though he has had you for over a year, it has not gotten any easier. you still despise him, still despise his touch. especially when he’s gentle like this.

”i’ve been thinking… we should get married”, ramsay says.

you freeze.

”i- i don’t want to…” you mumble.

ramsay chuckles. ”you’re so funny, my love, do you think i’m asking you?” he says.

you shake your head. ”that’s what i thought”, ramsay says, giving you a gentle kiss.