#ramsayboltonsmut

You dried your dripping hands across the front of your horribly filthy skirt. Back home, you wouldn't even allow your lowest servant to wear such a filthy piece of clothing. Everything was different now, you sighed as you finished washing the last dish. You could still hear the loud laughter trickling in from the dining hall while you emptied the washing bucket down the drain. You didn't have servants anymore; you were the servant.

You didn't remember much about when Ramsay Bolton captured you, but you did remember you lost everything. You used to have your own warm bed to sleep in with layers and layers of carefully hand woven blankets draped all across, each with a beautiful design. You used to love to run your hand along the intricate designs that were woven with such grace, skill, and care...Now you fiddle with the loose twine that holds your skirt from falling down to your ankles. Not quite as beautiful.

You can't even begin to imagine what you look like now. Your long brown hair felt wiry and stringy but greasy and oily at the same time. Your eyes felt sunken from lack of sleep. You felt bony and scrawny, unable to remember the last time you felt the sensation of fullness in your belly. You sighed as you exited the kitchen chamber and into the hallway. There was one good bit about being captured, though. Your captor was a handsome monster.

Of course, you knew how horrible, vicious, and vile this man was. After all, you had witnessed it first hand a few times so far. Regrettably, there was something about him that peaked your interest. There was a slight sexiness to the way he asserted dominance and power, as if he had no fears in the whole world. You had studied Ramsay's face many times while he was asserting his power, and you had always noticed the way he lit up. It was obviously arousing for him to watch people squirm until they give in to him.

Last week, you had watched in the shadows while he tortured and mutilated the man who was formerly known as Theon Greyjoy, now just a broken pet named Reek. You felt yourself heat up just by watching him abuse his power and ever since then, you had fantasized about him using that power on you. You were obviously ashamed of this, but you knew it was just a fantasy and nothing more.

You finally reached your bed chambers, your bare feet chilled from the cold stone of the castle. You walked over to your small fire that was still glowing, and you climbed on your unstable 'bed' right in front of the stone fireplace. It was made with a plank resting on uneven stones and covered with a few pelts. It was wildly uncomfortable. Your room was tiny, but you weren't in it much. You were either doing your chores or sneaking around, trying to catch glimpses of Ramsay throughout the day. You liked watching him.

You were so unimportant to him that he never noticed you. You could just pretend to be sweeping the floor while he ate dinner, cleaning the linens while he screamed at another servant, or just simply laying low in the shadows like you did the other day. You felt your adrenaline rush when you watched him. You couldn't help yourself!

You began warming your ice cold toes by the fire, reaching down and rubbing them slightly. You were lost in your thoughts when you heard your door slam. As you jumped to turn around, you saw one of the other servants standing at your door. It was a scraggly looking boy, you guessed not much older than 15. "Oh. You scared me." You said, turning back towards the fire. The boy still stood at your door. "What is it?"

He looked down at the floor. "Ramsay has requested you." You felt your heart race in secret. "What? Why? I haven't done anything wrong." You had not yet turned back to the boy. "I don't know." He muttered, "He asked for you. Let's go, before he gets angry at me." The boy had just planted an idea in your head. Poor boy.

"I don't believe you." You smirked, still facing the fire. "Come on!" He begged, a little louder and much more desperate this time. "You know he doesn't like to be kept waiting, please..." You sighed and stood up to face the boy. "What do you imagine he wants from me?" You pretended to be too scared to go with him. The boy quickly shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, but we can find out. Please. Hurry." He was truly terrified. You felt excitement bubble up in you. "Fine." You finally agreed.

The boy led you down the hallway to one of the side chambers. It was similar to the dining hall but a little smaller. He pushed the door, causing a loud squeaking noise to fill the air. You stepped inside and saw Ramsay sitting at the table. He was alone. You felt a shiver slither up your spine, but it wasn't fear. You tried to look scared.

"That took... longer than I wanted." Ramsay said softly, his eyes staring into the young boy. You heard the boy shift his weight, obviously uncomfortable. "I'm sorry. She... she didn't want to come right away, she moved slowly." He whispered, his eyes glancing at your feet on the floor. You shook your head, determined to make Ramsay angry at the boy. You felt guilty, but you wanted to watch him get mad. "Not true, Ramsay. He got lost on the way. I tried to tell him to take a left after the dining hall, but he didn't listen to me."

The boy's jaw hung slack as he stared at you, realizing what you were doing. "I see." Ramsay said, his eyes still stuck on the boy. You watched Ramsay inhale deeply as he pulled his shoulders back. He was wearing a front buttoned vest with a wool long sleeve underneath it. His curly dark hair swooped over his eyebrows and his piercing blue eyes shifted around underneath. His jaw was strong as he grit his teeth. He exhaled his breath with the words "Come here", directed to the boy. He sulked over, slouching wit defeat as he approached Ramsay.

Ramsay reached out and grabbed a handful of the boy's horribly messy hair. He yanked him down to his face and whispered something into the boys ear. You couldn't hear what he said, but you felt yourself get excited watching Ramsay be so powerful. The boy shuddered as Ramsay let go of his hair, a smile breaking across his face. "Run along now!" Ramsay yelled, sending the boy running out the door. He swung it shut as he left, causing it to slam loudly.

Now, it was just you and Ramsay...alone.

"Yes, Ramsay, what did you need from me?" You ask, breaking the silence in the room. Ramsay smiles, his lips slowly unveiling his sharp incisors as he grins wider. "Have you enjoyed it?" He asked, his voice deep and quiet. You felt a wave of anxiety flow across your torso. "Enjoy what?" You asked. He did not answer you. He simply lifted his hand and gave a 'come here' motion. His eyes were peering at you from behind his curls. You swallowed a small bubble of nerves as you stepped closer to him.

He did not seem satisfied until you were at the other edge of the table, directly across from him. He looked up at you, his shoulders square and his breathing steady. You stared in silence for a moment before he began chuckling. "You do enjoy it!" He laughed. You still weren't sure what he was saying but before you could ask, he answered for you. "You've been watching me."

You opened your mouth to argue, but Ramsay kept going. "You think you're sneaky, but you're not, no you are far from it! Do you really think I don't know everything that happens around here?" He swirled his finger around in the air, indicating the whole castle. "I noticed you watching me the first time you did it. I saw you in the corners when I was..." his eyes rolled around as he was trying to find the right words. "...playing with Reek."

Again, you opened your mouth to speak. "You like it, don't you?" Ramsay asks more firmly this time. All you can do is slowly nod your head. He knows. He has known this whole time. "What exactly do you enjoy about it? Do you like hearing the screams of pain too? Or is it something else?" He asks you. His eyes are very intense. He is staring directly at your face and you feel your cheeks flush. "I...." "Speak up, dear. I can't hear you." He grinned.

"I like watching you... I don't really know what it is, but I like watching you be powerful." Ramsay snickers at this. "It is not the torture alone that you enjoy, but its watching me torture others? You like my power?" He asked you although his voice oozed with confidence that he already knew the right answer. You hesitated to answer, and with a ~shing~ you heard Ramsay unsheathe one of his knives from his belt, twirling it in his hand, and then pointing it at you. "Answer me." He demanded, his eyebrows raised.

Oh, Gods. You swallowed another bubble, but again, it wasn't fear. You felt a breathy whimper slowly escape your lips as you sighed. "Yes." His eyes seemed to light up to your response, and perhaps also the moan that crept out. "Wonderful." He said, still pointing the knife at you. "Come here." He demanded. You swiftly walked around the table and stood facing him at his side. Your breathing was quick, you were so close to touching him.

He stood up quickly, pushing the chair out from under him with a loud scrape on the floor. He turned to you, making direct and intense eye contact immediately. You felt your breath hitch in your throat. He slowly brought the knife up to your neck and pressed the tip of the blade against your throat. "Now," He began, his voice low and breathy, his face only inches from yours. "I want you to do something for me to show me how much you enjoy watching me. Can you do that for me?"

You gently nodded your head, staring into his hungry eyes. He pressed the knife against you harder, the edge of it barely nicking your jaw. "Use your words." He groaned through gritted teeth. "Yes... yes, I can do it..." You didn't recognize your own voice. It sounded smoother and thicker than usual. Ramsay dropped the blade on the table. "Are you going to do anything I say?" He asked, almost cooing at you. His lips were close enough to your face that if you barely leaned forward, you would be kissing him. You felt the warmth of his breath on your own lips.

"Yes, I will do anything you-" Before you can finish your sentence, his hand wraps around your throat tightly. You feel your airway cut off and watch his eyes widen as he chokes you. You reach your hands up and place them on the hand around your throat out of instinct. His eyes dart across your face, almost as if he is examining every tiny movement you make. You notice his breathing is steady and controlled even though his eyes are wild and his teeth are barred. He lets his grip loosen a bit, but doesn't completely let go. You want him.

You lean forward slightly, in hopes to kiss him. He doesn't allow you, his grip tightens when you lean. "What do you think you're doing?" He chuckles at your pathetic attempt of romance. "Are we making love now? No, I don’t believe we are." Ramsay just laughs at you as he releases your throat and sits back down in the chair. "Get under the table." He demands. You do not hesitate this time.

You crouch under the table and sit on your shins, the stone is hard on your knees but you can't seem to be bothered. Ramsay scoots his chair back so he can peer down at you, and you stare up at him. You can feel your heartbeat in your throat and your stomach. You watch him intently as his hands dip to his trousers and he unlaces his waistband, his gaze never leaving your face. You watch as he pulls on his trousers, releasing his erection for you. You sharply inhale, watching him do this is something you thought was only possible in your dark fantasies. He snickers as he pulls himself out of his pants completely, and interlaces his fingers before resting his hands on the table in front of him. He stares down at you with a dominant glare and you feel yourself melt slightly.

You sit eagerly on the floor, watching him as he raises his eyebrows at you. “Well? You enjoy watching me, now let me enjoy watching you.” You feel your stomach flip in your body with excitement. You scoot forward on your shins and place your head on his knee. You stare up at him and manage to whisper “I’ve been fantasizing about this for days.” He gives you a closed lip smile and nods. “I know. I can tell. Now, go on…” You take a deep breath in and stare at his erection. You can’t believe this is about to happen. You want to pleasure him more than you’ve ever wanted to do anything in your life. You reach your hands up and wrap one of your hands around the base of his shaft as you place your lips on the warm tip of his cock.

Slowly, you began kissing the head. You swirl your tongue gently as you allow your eyes to flutter shut. His head is soft and smooth, your tongue gliding across him with ease. You kiss deeper, allowing his entire tip in your mouth. You sense Ramsay take a deep breath, making your core heat up. You’re really pleasuring this powerful man. You feel so special and invincible. Your confidence seeps out of your body through your actions as you open your mouth wider and take in more of him. You were moving slow but with intention. You felt his cock in the back of your throat and you began bobbing up and down, methodically and determined. Ramsay sighed again, his hands must have left their spot at the table because one of his hands wrapped around your hair at the back of your neck. You felt the slight pressure on the back of your head as he placed his hand there, softly pushing your head down to ease his cock snugly in your mouth.

You continued to pleasure him, now allowing his cock to fully enter your throat. You started losing control as he began taking control, you knew this was bound to happen. You knew that Ramsay wouldn't actually give you full control. You felt him wrap your hair around his fist once, and then grip on it tightly. He pushed and pulled your head, using your mouth at whatever speed pleased him. It was uncomfortable for you, but you were more focused on the grunts and breathy sighs coming from his throat.

Without warning, he shoved his chair back and stood up; leaving you alone under the table with your dripping chin. "Get up." He growled, his grin proving that his demand was enticing. You stumbled to your feet and stood, your ass against the edge of the table. Ramsay smiled at you for a moment before diving his face into the crook of your neck. He yanked the fabric of your shirt down your shoulder, allowing the soft skin to be exposed to him. You sucked in a breath as he began kissing your neck eagerly with bites in between kisses. You felt yourself groan when he bit down a bit harder, which made him reach to your waist and squeeze your hips.

His hands snaked from your hips to behind your thighs as he lifted you, setting you down on the table. You frantically began pulling your skirt up, bunching it around your torso. Ramsay chuckled at this. "You're an eager one." He whispered into your ear before biting down on the flesh directly below your earlobe. A whimper escaped your lips. You realized your arms were desperately tugging at Ramsay's sleeves and the front of his vest. Gods, you were not very good at hiding your lust for him. He stepped back one step before yanking his vest open and tearing it off. Then, he pulled the wool long sleeve over his head. You gawked at the sight, his pale and toned frame heaving as he stared at you with a predatory glare.

He stepped forward again, pressing himself against your core. Your skirt was still bunched around your sides, fully exposing yourself. Ramsay's cock nudged at your entrance as he allowed his trousers to fall from his thighs to his ankles. You reached out in an attempt to allow your fingers to graze over his pale skin, but he stopped you with his own hands. He grabbed your wrists and tucked them at your sides. "Lay down. Hands under your lower back." You obeyed, slowly leaning backwards and tucking your arms underneath the small of your back. "Good." He quietly praised you.

He grabbed the same knife from the edge of the table and wielded it in his hand. He leaned forward, pressing it against your neck, the cold blade sending shivers down your body. He slid the knife under the neckline of your shirt and easily sliced through the filthy fabric, exposing your breast to him. He pulled the shirt open like a cloak and began kneading at your chest while he nudged at your entrance, his cock pressing against your needy core. The knife returned to your throat as he lined himself up with your cunt. His free hand still groping your body, squeezing and pulling at your soft flesh. He leaned forward, pressing his length inside you easily. You were clearly very aroused, as your body was slick and easy to enter.

You whined as he stretched you. He enjoyed your whimpers. He clenched his jaw as he began pumping in and out, not allowing your body to adjust. You cried out with a combination of pain and pleasure, and Ramsay simply growled in return. He continued to press the knife against your throat, the blade threatening to slice through your skin at any moment. He did not break eye contact while he began fucking you. His icy eyes bore deep into your own, causing your stomach to flutter with arousal. This was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Seeing Ramsay abuse his power was one thing, but watching him to do it to you? Incredible.

You felt yourself growing warm, your body fully adjusting to him and beginning to float with pure bliss. You must've gave your enjoyment away on your face, because Ramsay pulled his cock from you. You whimpered as you felt empty, and your eyes snapped open to see him take a step backwards. "Get up." He demanded. You brought yourself off the table and realized how sore your arms and shoulders were. You stood in front of Ramsay, your skirt falling back to its original length.

"I can't have you enjoying this too much." He cooed, shaking his head with disappointment. He brought the knife back to your throat. You swallowed as you watched his eyes scan over your face. His other hand grabbed your hands and he brought them to his wet cock, still hard. "Please me." He demanded as he grabbed the nape of your neck once again. "Yes, Ramsay." You obeyed. You began stroking his cock while he leaned into you. You were using your hands to please him while he kept the knife pressed against you and had your hair wrapped around his other hand. He turned your head to the side, giving him access to your neck and ear. He breathed against your ear, causing goosebumps to rip across your skin.

He kissed your earlobe as the knife pressed against your jawline. You were steadily and rhythmically using your hands to jerk him off. Your mind blurred as you pleased him. Your brain drowned in the sounds of his shaky breaths and moans between the kisses on your neck. You knew he was growing close to orgasm, the grip on your hair was extremely tight and the knife was pressed against your jaw firmly. You were afraid he would slice your throat without knowing.

His hips began thrusting forward, his body begging for more pleasure. He lurched a few times before his thighs tightened and the knife actually dug into your jawline. He came, releasing a groan from deep within his belly as he did. You were gasping for air just as much as he was, you hadn't realized you had been holding your breath. He came down from his climax and finally released your hair. He noticed the nick on your jawline from his knife and he chuckled. "I got a bit carried away, didn't I?" He reached out to your chin and pulled it towards him, allowing you to face him once more. He pressed his lips against yours, kissing your mouth for the first time. You felt your heart flutter. The kiss was too short. He pulled away and bent over to pull his trousers up.

Chapter One / Chapter Two / AO3 Link

Authors Note: TW- forced sex, forced oral sex, slight violence, Ramsay things, abandonment, etc etc.

Chapter Three: Your Reward

You finished your bath alone. A servant came in to add wood to the fire, allowing you to have promised warmth for the night. The water grew cold as you soaked, hoping and praying to the Gods that the water would cleanse you of his touch. When the water was finally as cold as the air, you pulled yourself out and slumped in front of the fire, pulling your knees to your chest. You hadn't been given another nightgown. You wrapped a pelt around your shivering and damp body as you allowed yourself to air dry in front of the fire.

Once you dried, you padded naked to the door. You knocked aggressively. "Can I get some clothes?" You yelled. A man was on the other side, keeping watch of your door, and he hollered back to you in a gruff voice. "Lord Ramsay has not delivered any clothes for his prisoner." You huffed, slightly annoyed. You walked over to your bed and laid down, covering yourself with the blankets. It was nearly impossible to tell what time of day it was here, your tiny window only ever showed overcast snowy skies.

You closed your eyes, exhausted from the last 48 hours, and wanted to attempt to get some sleep while Ramsay was likely on a hunt or doing whatever it was that evil Lord's did during the day. You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep.

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You stirred, waking up. Your room was nearly pitch dark, the fire completely dead. The only light you could focus on was the lit candles on your small table. You jumped, realizing that Ramsay was sitting at the chair next to your table, staring at you as you woke up. He had a wine cup in front of him, no doubt full to the brim. He had no expression on his face as he stared at you. You closed your eyes again, hoping that he wasn't really there and you were imagining things.

"I brought you the clothes you asked for." Ramsay's voice echoed in your room, breaking the silence. You groaned, your body was aching. You opened your eyes to look at Ramsay. "Thank you...M'lord." You whispered as you sat up in bed, making sure the blankets stayed over your naked skin. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" He asked you. You gingerly rubbed your face, softly allowing your brain to turn on again. "No, Rams- My Lord. I don't know." He chuckled. "You slept all day and all night. You poor, tired thing." He suddenly stood up, the chair scooting loudly.

You believed him. You had been so exhausted, you could imagine yourself sleeping that long. "I'm sorry, My Lord, I was very tired." You watched him intently as he walked over to your bed, sitting on the foot of it. "It's quite alright. I forgive you." He smiled, his eyes strangely calm. You didn't understand his dynamic, one minute he was angry at you and the next, loving and soft. He leaned forward towards you, and whispered, "I missed you yesterday. I came by last night but I saw how deeply you were sleeping. I didn't want to..." his eyes rolled around their sockets, searching for the right words. "...disturb you."

You forced a gentle smile. "Well, thank you for that. I needed the rest. That was... very kind of you." Ramsay chuckled, placing his hand on top of your leg over the blankets. "Kindness is what I am known for, My Lady." You weren't sure what to do, so you just softly smiled at him. He stood up and walked to the window, staring outside. "You deserve a reward, you see." He began.

"Last night after I visited and then left, the servant who was in charge of locking the door seemed to have forgotten his duties. Your door went unlocked all night long as you slept!" He exclaimed. Your heart sank. You could've escaped. You mentally scolded yourself for not being more vigilant. "But! Don't you worry, I took care of him. He won't be guarding your door any longer... come and see!" He beckoned you with his hand. You slid off the bed, dragging the blankets on the floor behind you, still covering your body.

You reached the window and Ramsay draped his arm over your shoulders, pressing his cheek against yours. "Look, there." He pointed outside. Your eyes followed the imaginary line until you saw it. Hanging on a wooden platform, there was the bloody and fully exposed muscular system of what was once a man. You gasped and looked away, burying your face into Ramsay's shoulder. He chuckled. "Aww, you are so innocent. That was the man that failed to lock the door, you see? I could've done that to you when you tried to run away. But, I showed you mercy." He cooed into your ear, his free hand playing with your hair.

"Are you ready for your reward?" He asked, using his index finger to tilt your chin up to look at him. "Are you going to flay me?" You asked, lower lip trembling. Ramsay smiled empathetically and cradled your face with his hand. "No of course not. Your reward isn't being flayed, silly girl. Your reward is pleasure." You stiffened, unsure of what he was alluding to. "Go, lay on the bed." He pointed towards your bed. You reluctantly made your way and laid down, burrowing under the covers. Ramsay began unlacing his shirt as he approached you. You prepared yourself to be used once again by him, and a knot formed in your stomach.

You closed your eyes, listening to Ramsay's leather fall to the floor along with his trousers and the clatter of his knives. You felt the weight on the bed as he climbed on top of you. You opened your eyes, expecting his face to be in front of you, but it wasn't. You saw him lifting the covers at the foot of the bed, and crawling head first in. "Let me please you." You heard him say under the blankets. Your body stiffened as you felt his shoulders between your ankles, and then up to your thighs.

He pushed your knees up, resting your thighs on his shoulders. You clamped your legs together, but Ramsay softly spread them. You felt your stomach churn, but this time, it wasn't with anxiety. You felt your core warm up as he began kissing your inner thighs softly, gently sucking as his lips grazed your skin. You held your breath as his hands traveled up, squeezing your breast softly, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. You whined, your body at war with itself. Ramsay was coaxing you gently with kisses, begging you to relax as he kissed as high as he could on your thighs.

You exhaled a moan as his lips met your wet cunt, kissing and sucking gently. He hummed with delight as he felt you were already wet for him. He gripped your thighs with his hands as he pulled your legs apart, allowing him full access to your most sensitive area. "Ramsay I-" You tried to say, but were cut off by your own gasping as he swirled his tongue around your clit. He was very good at this, which was making your body go into a pleasure induced swim even if you didn't want it to.

He continued to kiss your folds, his tongue snaking inside you as his nose pressed against you perfectly. You allowed your eyes to close as you sank deeper into his trance. You reached under the blankets and started swirling your fingers in his curls, gently gripping at his hair. He groaned as you did so, causing vibrations to gently tickle you as he licked. Your grip on his hair tightened as he licked faster and more passionately. "Doesn't that feel good?" He groaned, his lips grazing your clit. You moaned in response because unfortunately, it did.

You had never been eaten out before, but Ramsay definitely knew what he was doing. Your body was shivering under his touch, a flick of the tongue was enough to send a rolling wave of lust over you. You wanted him badly. You tugged at his hair and lifted the covers. "Ramsay, I want-" He reached up and covered your mouth with his hand. You whined into his hand as he silenced you, his other hand made its way down to your core.

"I know what you want." He whispered while pushing two of his fingers deep inside you. You lifted your hips, begging for more. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of you, the slow pace driving you crazy. Your hips began grinding on his fingers as he kept kissing your clit. You felt yourself climbing towards orgasm, and Ramsay could tell. He read it on your face. He pulled himself up, and his fingers slid out of you completely. Ramsay lie down next to you on the bed and he put one of his toned arms behind his head.

He grinned at you, his face slick with your arousal as he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you down to his waist. You immediately took his hard cock in your mouth. "That's right, good girl." He groaned as you began allowing his cock to fill your throat. You bobbed your head slowly up and down on his length, you couldn't quite fit all of it in your throat without gagging. Ramsay seemed to enjoy the gagging, though. You felt his hands on the back of your head as he applied pressure, pushing your face down on his cock.

You groaned, gagging on him. He exhaled loudly as you gagged around him, your throat contracting on his twitching cock. "Ahh, that feels so good..." His voice was raspy and low. You wanted him inside you. At this moment, you didn't care that he had flayed a man earlier today just for fun. You didn't care that he would probably hurt you within the next hour. You didn't care that he was Ramsay Bolton.

You pushed yourself up, Ramsay staring at you wide eyed. You quickly straddled him, his cock soaking wet with your spit. He chuckled as he saw the desperation in your eyes. "You want me badly, don't you?" He reached out, squeezing your hips. You nodded, whining as you rocked back and forth on his lap, his cock nudging at your entrance. "Take me then. After all, this is your reward."

Ramsay kept kneading at your hips and thighs as you guided his cock inside you. Your body was sent into a euphoric state as he filled you, moaning loudly as your walls stretched to accommodate him. Ramsay was watching you intently as you filled with pleasure, his eyes wide and tracking your face as you slid up and down. Sweat began forming on his forehead and on you as well. Your legs were already so sore from everything you had been through and he noticed you struggling to keep a decent pace.

Ramsay smiled, flipping you over so he was on top. "I'll take care of you, you just enjoy your reward..." he began thrusting into you. Your eyes rolled back as you allowed him to fuck you at his own pace. You didn't realize how badly you wanted him until now. You dug your fingernails into his back as he thrusted, groaning while you dug them in deep. You felt the warmth of your orgasm approaching as he continued to keep the pace. You started to tip over the edge, spilling over and flooding with pleasure. Ramsay didn't slow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

You were panting, aching, and trembling as Ramsay pulled out of you and threw you to the floor by your hair. You slammed onto the ground hard and looked up at him, your body and mind spinning from being so full of pleasure to suddenly thrown on the floor. Ramsay stepped forward, his cock dripping from being inside you. He grabbed your hair and lifted you to your knees, forcing his cock into your mouth. You didn't have the strength or energy to fight back as he fucked your face.

You barely had caught your breath before his cock was in your throat and you were gagging on him again. He groaned words to you, but you were in such a haze that you didn't understand them. He let go of your hair and you fell to the floor, leaving his cock unattended. He growled angrily as he lifted you up and threw you on the bed face first. He slammed his hand down, smacking your ass cheek so hard you let out a shriek. "I said bend over!" He barked. You must've not heard him the first time, as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed.

His hands grabbed your hips and he fucked you from behind, slamming your thighs into the side of the mattress. He kept smacking your ass, leaving you whining like a pathetic whore. You could tell Ramsay was close to finishing as he got more erratic with his thrusts. He flipped you over to your back, and he straddled your stomach. One of his hands immediately went around your throat while his other hand began stroking his cock which was twitching and ready to release.

He began choking you as he jerked himself off, he was completely sweaty and his face was very serious. You couldn't help but swoon at the sight in front of you. You almost felt lucky to see him like this. Suddenly, the hand choking you pulled back and landed swiftly across your cheek, sending a ringing through your ears. He smacked you across the face. You cried out and Ramsay came, his warm cum hitting you in the face where he slapped you and sliding down to pool in your neck. He held a fist full of your hair from the top of your head as he finished cumming.

His breathing was heavy as he stood up, leaving you on the bed covered in his seed. He smiled at you as he threw you a cloth off the floor. "Keep doing good things and I will reward you more often." He grinned as he pulled his clothes back on. You laid there, wiping his cum from your face and neck. "You do look lovely like this..." He chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Now, be a good girl and clean up this room. I'll be back for you tomorrow." Ramsay swiftly left the room without another word.

You finished wiping yourself off and sat in silence, allowing your body and mind to process what just happened. On one hand, you were humiliated and hated him for using 'your reward' as a chance to just get what he wanted... but on the other hand, you were pleased to be the lady who he used for his pleasure. You were confused and ashamed as you splashed the cold water from your last bath on your face, washing yourself up. You argued with yourself as part of you wished he would come back for more.

Breaking My Bride

The sun rises and your heart sinks, for you know the day has finally come. You pull the woven blanket over your head, begging time to stop in its tracks. Nothing could prepare you for this day. You prayed to the Gods that it would never come, but it's here. Your wedding day.

You didn't sleep at all last night, knowing that you only had hours left until your existence was diminished to one word; 'bride'. No one would care that you enjoyed painting and that you could ride a horse better than any knight you had ever met. No one would care that you enjoyed singing. No one would care. You were betrothed to Ramsay Bolton, the evil and merciless heir to Winterfell.

You shut your eyes as you imagined your bed floating across the frozen sea, taking you... anywhere but here. King's Landing, The Eyrie, Dorne... you didn't care, but Winterfell was the last place you wanted to be right now. You grew up here, but Ramsay didn't. The Boltons took Winterfell from the Starks and everyday has felt even more grey and gloomy than the last. This was your home, but it didn't feel like home anymore.

You heard one of your newly appointed servants knock on your door and gently push the door open, a loud creaking flooding the silence. "My Lady, Lord Bolton has requested I come and prepare you for your wedding." You groaned under the covers. You didn't like having servants, it felt... wrong. You never had servants before and you managed just fine, you weren't sure you needed them now... but Ramsay insisted.

You felt the bed shift slightly as the servant girl sat down on the edge of your mattress. "My Lady." She whispered, her hand softly settling on your shoulder as she slowly jiggled your arm, an attempt to wake you. "I'm awake." You whispered. She stopped. "Sorry. Lord Bolton wants you to be up and getting dressed. He moved the ceremony up a few hours, he just can't wait to wed you..." Her voice trailed off. She was trying to sound excited, but you could sense the underlying tone. Fear. She was worried for you, and rightfully so.

"Why me?" You whispered as you poked your head out from under the covers, locking eyes with the girl. She looked ragged and exhausted, but she had deep and compassionate eyes. She looked at you, her eyesbrows crumpled to meet in the middle, forming a line on her forehead. "I don't know, My Lady." She whispered in return. "You could try running. Surely living in the snow and dying of frostbite would be more favorable than marrying that monster." She reached out and pet your hair. "I can't imagine..." She gave herself the chills just thinking about it.

"I haven't been able to sleep." You confess. "I don't want to marry him. I hate this arrangement between my father and him. I don't love him, and I do NOT respect him." You admit your true feelings out loud to the servant girl, hoping that you could trust her. "I understand..." she began. "But... Ramsay will be very angry with me if I don't help you get dressed. I can't make him angry with me." You held sympathy for her, knowing that Ramsay would unleash the wrath on her if you refused to get ready.

You sighed deeply as you sat up, the covers falling to your hips as you stretched. "Fine." You submitted to the day. There was nothing you could do to stop it.

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You were dressed in the finest white dress with the must luxurious white cloak. You saw your reflection in the mirror and gave a small twirl. You felt like a princess until you remembered who you were marrying, then you felt like a prisoner. You sighed as you picked up the hem from the floor and swayed across the floor to get your hair brushed. A few of your servants were in the room and whispering to each other. You couldn't be bothered to care, you were too obsessed in sulking in your own reality.

The same girl from earlier began brushing your hair. She began whispering to you. "My Lady, a few of the other servants and I... we spoke of your feelings about the day, and we want to help you escape. Nobody should be subjected to Ramsay's torture for life. We want to help you get away from Winterfell." You are a bit skeptical but at the same time, hopeful. You need to escape and you know you can't do it on your own. You slowly nod, her hair brush still stroking through your hair.

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You follow the girl through the darker, dimly lit halls. You hold your dress up high around your chest in order to keep it from dragging. You feel your heartbeat in your throat as you keep running through the stone corridors. Were you really going to escape? Was this wedding not going to happen? You felt the flutter of excitement in your chest as you kept up with the servant. "Behind this door, take a left and run until you reach the side gates. Best of luck to you." She breathed. She swung the door open and stepped aside, allowing you to burst through it on your own.

You kept running and took a left, just as she instructed and you reached the outdoors. The gate had to be just around the corner, but you slammed straight into the wall. You took a few steps back and realized it wasn't a wall, it was Ramsay. He stood in front of you, hands clasped behind his back, head tilted slightly, lips tight together and eyes wild with anger. His curly dark hair licked under his earlobes and curled over the tips of his ears. His gaze was unwavering, he didn't just stare at you, but he stared into you.

"M- My Lord!" You exclaimed, your brain whirring around your skull trying to come up with an excuse. He took a deep inhale and exhale through his nose. His eyes scanned your face as he stepped closer. He was now nearly pressed up against you, his eyes wildly darting from each of yours. You feared he could read your mind.

Suddenly, a smile cracked across his face. "My Love. Where were you going?" He asked confidently, his voice smooth but threatening. You couldn't lie to yourself, Ramsay did scare the shit out of you. His power and psychotic tendencies were unmatched. You forced a smile and a quick burst of awkward laughter. "I must've been turned around, I was trying to head to-"

You were cut off by Ramsay's cold hand wrapping around your throat as he pushed you backwards against the castle wall. His grip around your throat was firm, but you knew he wasn't trying his hardest; it was just enough to restrict your throat from speaking and breathing normally. You watched as he seethed with anger, his teeth clenched together behind his pursed lips. Your hands instinctively reached up and grabbed his wrist and forearm, a plea for him to release you. You felt a flutter in your belly when you noticed how intensely his eyes were staring into yours.

His grip tightened just slightly. "You wouldn't try anything stupid, would you?" You squeaked as you attempted to answer him, but this just caused his hand to squeeze around your throat tighter. "You're lucky I don't take whats mine right now..." His eyes wandered down your neck, slowly examining your body. You felt that fluttering again as you watched him take you in. You couldn't possibly enjoy this. You ignored the fluttering in your belly and you began fighting back.

With your free hands, you reached up and grabbed fist fulls of Ramsay's hair. Before you could second guess yourself, you yanked on his hair, attempting to pull him away from you. To your surprise, his eyes fluttered and his lips parted slightly as he exhaled a groan. He didn't budge. "Feisty one, aren't you?" He chuckled. His other hand reached to your shoulder and he tugged on your cloak, releasing the soft skin of your shoulder.

Ramsay leaned forward and bit down on your shoulder flesh, causing more squeaks to come from your throat. He growled as he bit down hard, you were sure he was breaking the skin. His teeth released you as he let go of your throat. However, you weren't free. His hands gripped your shoulders as he kept your back pushed against the cold stone wall. "Now, I want you to listen very carefully. Can you do that?" His tone was taunting your intelligence.

You nodded, still ignoring the fluttering in your belly. "You will behave yourself at the wedding. You will say what you are supposed to say, and you will be my bride. Do you understand me?" His eyes widened when you hesitated, he was nearly snarling at you. "Yes..." you whispered. "Good." He praised you, the weight of his anger suddenly lifted. "Now, run along. I'll see you shortly, my love." He turned you around and shoved you back toward the direction that you ran from. You meekly sauntered back inside the castle.

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It was time. Ramsay was repeating his vows and you were standing there waiting your turn. The whole population of Winterfell had come to see your wedding. You knew you had no choice but to marry Ramsay. There was no escape. There was no way out. Your brain thoughts around your brain, a desperate attempt to find a way out of this situation.

"Do you take this man?" The Maester's voice broke through your thoughts as you realized Ramsay was staring at you and the Maester was waiting your response. "Oh." You slammed back into reality. "I..." You began, your eyes brushed through the crowd of people. Most were staring at their feet, not really excited to witness this forced marriage. You were about to make a run for it, but then you saw it. One of Ramsay's men was perched on a small tower of Winterfell with an arrow nocked and drawn in your direction. You felt your heart sink. You knew if there was one, there were likely many. You had to do this.

"I...I take this man."

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With the slam of the door and a click of a lock, you were alone with your husband; what a horrifying thing. As Ramsay finished locking the door, you looked around your new bed chambers that you would share with him. The room was massive with multiple fireplaces aglow. The bed was plush and covered with pelts and rich furs. The windows were almost cathedral, allowing the light to drape the stone floor in a warm glow.

"Are you pleased, My Lady?" Ramsay asked, his voice breaking your thoughts. "Um... yes." You whispered. No, you weren't. You would give anything to be on the other side of that locked door. "You're not lying to me, are you?" Ramsay began walking towards you. You shook your head, but you knew he could read your fear. You didn't personally know Ramsay very well, but you had heard many rumors of his behavior. You knew he was a menace, a monster, a real bastard.

Ramsay approached you, his cloak crossing his chest with leather straps. You watched him as he unhooked the straps, allowing his cloak to fall to the floor. You felt your breath hitch in your throat. "Now, you belong to me. Do you know what that means?" He asked in the same demeaning tone. "No." You whisper your answer, refusing to make eye contact with him.

He stepped closer, completely closing the gap between the two of you. His hands slowly pushed your hair behind your ears and he held your face in his hands. His blue eyes pierced your attempts of having a hard exterior, you felt yourself grow soft under his dominant gaze. You had to admit... He was very handsome. If he weren't so evil, perhaps you would even feel blessed by the Gods to have such a handsome husband.

You simply stared at him as his rough hands caressed your soft face. One of his thumbs grazed your lips as he examined you. "Such a pretty girl, all for me." He whispered as he leaned in to kiss you. You weren't sure what compelled you, but you pulled away from the kiss. This was not the response Ramsay wanted, and you knew it immediately.

His eyes widened, his stare almost punishing you. You sunk into submission in his hands, your lips parted to let a whimper escape your mouth. Before you could grovel, Ramsay spun you around and pressed your back against his chest. "That was not the right answer, love." He whispered as you felt a pressure on your shoulder blades. Ramsay ripped open your dress, destroying the delicate stitching and sending small beads flying across the stone floor. "I was going to be gentle with you, seeing how timid you are..." He began. "But, I don't think I want you assuming that I am a gentle lover. No, no, you see... I take what I want, however I want."

You felt a lump in your throat as his rough hands were shoved in the rip of your dress, pulling it open completely. He ripped it down, yanking the stitching completely open until it fell on the floor and left you naked and cowering. You felt your cheeks grow hot as you attempted to cover your vulnerable body from him.

Ramsay snickered as he yanked your arms to your sides by your wrists. His chin nudged its way into the crook of your neck as he exhaled onto the skin on the side of your throat. "You'll quickly learn how this works." He bit down on your shoulder meat, making you cry out in pain. His body lurched forward when you tried to lean away from him, pressing himself against you even harder than before. He grabbed your waist and gripped tightly, maneuvering your body back to its original location. You knew you were about to be his puppet.

Ramsay opened his jaw and let go of your shoulder only to whisper into your ear, "Walk to the bed." You didn't dare disobey his order. You walked to the bed as he watched. "I am a skilled lover, believe it or not." He complimented himself. You didn't want to believe him, but you had a feeling he was right. That fluttering was constantly pulsing through your core and lower belly. The power he used against you was almost... sexy.

You crawled onto the bed and crumbled, turning around to watch him slowly walk closer to the bed, like a predator getting ready to pounce. His eyes were glued to your body, and you watched his hands undo his trousers. He dropped his pants and stepped out of them. You were curious, but too afraid to look away from his face. He still slowly approached you as he lifted his wool shirt over his head and threw it on the stone floor. Your husband stood naked in front of you.

You took in the sight. His body was toned, the outlines of muscles peeking through his otherwise slender frame. His blue veins stood out against his horribly pale skin. Your eyes continued to wander. His lower stomach had a trail of fuzzy hair that led to his erection. You stared as he reached a hand down and grabbed the base of his arousal, showing it off to you. "Your husband's cock." He said in a sing-song voice. "You must love the sight."

He kneeled on the bed and crawled on top of you. You felt very nervous, the anxiety hitting you like a train. This was really going to happen and there was quite literally nothing you could do about it. You felt your heart race and you began to panic. You tried to wriggle away, but Ramsay kept you in place. "No need to panic, shh..." He chuckled as he began kneading at your hips with one hand while the other hand held him slightly above you.

You felt your eyes fill with tears as you realized how weak you were. Ramsay lowered his head. His warm, wet mouth opened and took in one of your soft nipples. You felt as he swirled his tongue gently and gradually added suction until he was suckling on your hard nipple. Your body was reacting to his touch, even if you weren't aware of it. He reached up and rolled your other nipple in between his index finger and thumb, slightly pinching it. You allowed your breathing to slow as you felt tiny waves of electricity radiate from your nipples down to your lower belly.

You exhaled as you lowered your head to the pillows, allowing Ramsay's mouth to coax your into relaxation. He hummed softly as he felt you relax ever so slightly. Without warning, Ramsay bit down on your nipple. Not extremely hard, not enough to draw blood, but it caught you by surprise. You let out a... moan? You weren't sure if it was a moan of pleasure or a yelp of pain. You felt him grin into your breast as he pinched harder with his other hand.

Your body lurched forward, your back arching as it did so. Ramsay growled as his other hand snuck behind the small of your back, pulling you up further. "You like this, don't you?" He groaned before going back to suckling on your sensitive nipple. You mewled, barely making any noise. He slowly lifted his head and looked at you in the eyes. "I asked you if you liked what I was doing." He was clearly demanding a verbal answer. "Y..Yes..." You muttered, your cheeks flushing red immediately.

The way Ramsay looked at you... it made you feel that same fluttering. You couldn't help but feel like he was excited to dive in head first and devour you. You felt like a prize, the way his eyes widened when you squirmed underneath him. Like a sexy game of tug-o-war. He wanted you, and secretly... you liked feeling wanted by a man with this much power...

Ramsay's mouth suddenly crashed into yours, his lips surprisingly soft and supple. You had expected crusty, chapped, and cold... but they were warm... soft... You couldn't help but eagerly kiss him back. Your lips moved together, his tongue slithering into your mouth as he exhaled and squeezed your hip. Oh Gods. The fluttering.

He formed a rhythm with his lips and his hips. He was slowly grinding against you, his skin hot against your thigh. His exhales were controlled, not as jumpy as yours were. He was clearly in complete control of both you and himself. He pulled away from the kiss and you opened your eyes, unsurprisingly finding his own staring deeply into you. Without saying a word, he flipped you over so you were on top of him. You rested your weight on his upper thighs, very aware of his hardness in between your legs. He was grinding his teeth and now had both of his hands gripping the softness on your hips.

"Come here." Ramsay whispered, his voice smooth and low. You weren't sure where he wanted you, so you hesitated. He spun you around. Now facing his feet, you gasped with shock when his hands found your hips and he pulled you down onto his face. His warm tongue immediately began slithering up and down your slit, lapping up the warmth that had formed between your legs. You exhaled a moan as you allowed pleasure to flood your body.

Ramsay kept you pulled down, sitting on his face. You felt a little self conscious, but didn't have a say in the matter. You leaned forward slightly, resting your hands on his upper thighs to hold yourself steady. He moved his hands from your hips to your ass and pulled at the plump skin, pushing and pulling as he continued to lick you. You felt weak and shaky. You lowered yourself to your elbows, resting on either side of his thighs. You opened your eyes and realized how close his cock was to your face.

You were floating with pleasure, his tongue working at your core, eating you like he was starving. The slurping sounds would've been enough to make you hide for a week in embarrassment, but you couldn't be bothered by it right now. You couldn't help it, this eager force within you was begging you to make a move on your husband. You cautiously opened your mouth and allowed the warm head of his cock to enter between your lips. Ramsay groaned as you did this, the vibrations echoing between your thighs.

You started swirling your tongue, feeling the smooth skin of his tip against your mouth. You closed your lips, applying slight suction as you allowed a bit more in your mouth. Ramsay began licking you harder, a bit more desperately. His hands reached up to the small of your back, pushing your back into an arch. You groaned as you took more of his cock into your mouth. You felt Ramsay pull away from your cunt for a moment, resting his head on the pillows. "That's right, that feels so good." He moaned.

Ramsay kept his head on the pillows as he brought one of his hands to your core. He slid his index and middle finger up and down on your slit, collecting the saliva and wetness. You were now bobbing up and down slightly, allowing his cock to enter your throat. Ramsay pushed the two fingers into your soaking cunt which allowed a hungry whimper from your lungs. "That feels so good, doesn't it?" He asked. You could feel him watching your cunt, watching his fingers slide in and out. His eyes were likely wide and full of arousal. You melted at the thought.

You continued pleasuring Ramsay with your mouth, you were so focused on it that you didn't even notice when he stopped fingering you. "Face me." He demanded. You pushed your leg over him, and got between his legs, looking up at him. His jaw was tensed, his teeth grinding inside. He reached down and cupped his balls, pushing them forward. "Suck on them." He instructed. You opened your mouth and began swirling your tongue around on them. He gripped his cock and began stroking himself, watching you intensely.

"My beautiful wife." He breathed as he licked his bottom lip, staring at you. You refused to break eye contact as you continued to swirl your tongue. Perhaps Ramsay wasn't as evil to someone that was vulnerable with him. He wasn't overly vicious so far, and actually was somewhat of a generous lover... eating you out and fingering you before he demanded anything from you. Of course, you were wrong.

Ramsay grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked, pulling you away from his erection and pressed your face against his thigh. You yelped in pain and your hands reached up to hold his hand, hoping he would release your hair. "Use your hand on me." He demanded. You didn't immediately obey, and he yanked on your hair once more. He pulled you up so your head lay on his chest. You quickly wrapped your hand around his cock and began stroking him. "Like this, My Lord?" You asked, wanting to be sure you were pleasing him.

"Yes, yes... just like that. You can be quite a good listener, can't you?" He cooed, his hand still wrapped in your hair. You nodded softly as you continued to stroke your husband. You were feeling warmth between your legs once more, your body aching for him. Ramsay reached his arm around your throat and began choking you. You stopped stroking him, perhaps a reflex of the choking. He growled. "I did not say stop!" He barked and tightened his grip around your throat.

You obeyed. You began stroking him again while he choked you, his arm wrapped behind the back of your neck. You were sputtering, struggling to breathe. His grip was tighter than before. You were stroking him feverishly. He was grinding his teeth, his eyes glued to your hand on his hard cock. Suddenly, his grip died. He let go of your throat and yanked you up to his face by your hair. His lips crashed into yours again.

He pulled your hips up and onto his lap. Before you could react, he shoved his cock into you. You screamed into his mouth, his arousal stretching your walls beyond anything before. Pain shot through your core, and you instinctively tried to pull yourself off of him. His grip on your hips was strong, and he forced you down. "Hold still." He grunted as he shoved deeper, his whole length slamming into you. You whined, the pain radiating through your body.

Ramsay didn't care about your pain. He didn't care that you were whimpering and had tears filling your eyes. In fact, he enjoyed it. You felt him twitch inside you as you groaned, attempting to breathe through the stretching feeling. "Ride me." Ramsay demanded. You couldn't. You tried moving up and down and it felt like fire tearing through you. You were a virgin, and Ramsay had to know it at this point. "I said ride me." Ramsay demanded, his eyes turning serious as he stared into your soul.

"I... I can't..." You cried out, your body begging you for a break. Ramsay rolled his eyes and huffed an irritated sigh. He shoved you off of him, a gasp escaping your throat. "Oh, thank you..." You whimpered. "We can go slower and-" Before you could finish your sentence, Ramsay flipped you over and mounted you. You laid on your back as he pulled your ankles to his shoulders. "Slower? No... no, you stupid girl. I told you earlier. I get what I want. I always get what I want. Even if it means I break my bride tonight, I will get what I want." Ramsay's mouth ripped into an evil grin.

He shoved his cock into you once more, this angle wasn't as painful but it was not comfortable. He began pumping in and out of you, his eyes moving up and down with him. He stared at your face, enjoying the pain taking over you. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip. You involuntarily whined each time he pushed into you, his erection seemingly forcing the whimper to bubble up.

Ramsay fucked you happily while you squirmed beneath him. The pain was dulling after a minute and your body was growing used to his size. The wetness between your legs was letting him know that you were starting to enjoy the feeling. He was sliding in and out of you quickly, his rhythm steady and forceful. "I see you're starting to like the feeling, aren't you?" He moaned between breaths. "Yes... Yes... It feels... good." You moaned, realizing that your body was craving this feeling. You wanted more.

"M...M..." You tried begging for more, trying not to think about what you were doing. You couldn't believe that you were begging Ramsay to fuck you harder, maybe you were more of a whore than you thought. "More... More!" You whined. Ramsay stopped and leaned back, his eyes wide. He chuckled, his sharp teeth flashing. "You want more, do you? My wife is such a whore!" He bit down, his teeth barred as he flipped you over. You were on your knees and Ramsay was behind you.

He entered you and began sliding into you hard and fast. You felt the warmth rise in your belly. Ramsay yanked your hair back and choked you with the crook of his elbow once he pulled you up. “I love choking you. I love knowing how much power I have over you. You love it too. I know you do.” He growled. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt lightheaded from the lack of air flow. Ramsay let your neck go, falling forward as he began kneading your cheeks and hips. He was yanking your body against him as he thrust forward, his cock slamming into you hard.

He leaned forward, his cock plunging deep inside you, and he bit down on your shoulder as he continued thrusting. You began whimpering his name as you felt the heat rise. You had never felt this warmth in your core before, and each of Ramsays thrusts coaxed it to the surface. He reached around and under your body, his hands finding your breasts. He groped and grabbed at your chest and held you tightly against him. He let go of his bite and his lips touched your ear. “You love getting fucked by me, don’t you? And you’re ashamed of how good it feels.” He pants softly into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

“Yes… I love it…” You whimper, feeling utterly defeated. Ramsay pulls out of you and rolls you over. “Now, I want to watch you completely submit to me.” Your brain feels as if it’s melted. Ramsay pushes himself in you once more. He starts thrusting away. Your gaze hovers from his face to your center. You watch his body meet yours, his member disappearing with each thrust of his hips. You look back up at his face. His eyes are serious, his teeth grit tightly together. He watches you intensely as his hand makes its way down your body.

He gently starts rubbing right above your center which sends a huge wave of sensitivity through your body. You struggle to keep your composure as Ramsay rolls his fingers softly around your bundle of nerves. He fucks you mercilessly, but keeps his fingers gentle against this extremely sensitive area. He finds a rhythm and sticks to it. Your body responds fairly quickly, and you feel a warmth building in your center. Ramsay smirks confidently, you know he can read your facial expressions easily. “Don’t hold back. Good girl.” Ramsay praises you as you start to climb higher in this wave of intensity.

“Ramsay… I…” you start to sputter a few whimpers. Ramsay shushes you and doesn’t break the rhythm. “Let it happen. I want to watch my wife drown in pleasure.” Your eyes are growing harder to keep open but you see Ramsay flash his grin before you close your eyes and allow your build up to erupt. You feel a wave crash over your body as Ramsays gentle fingers seem to start vibrating with electricity. You let out a groan that feels almost guttural, and your back arches against his chest. He keeps fucking you, his cock slamming into your body with passion. You realize Ramsay is coming as well, his seed filling you. He groans and stiffens his body as he pushes into you with need. You can’t help it, you run your fingers up his bare back and into his hair. You feel animalistic as you grip your husband’s curls and allow your body to harbor his orgasm.

Authors Note: I want to start a chapter series surrounding Ramsay and include photo collages to match the chapter. Please enjoy! TW- smut, rape, manipulation, classic Ramsay things.

Chapter 1: The Escape

You escaped. The trees seemed to blur as you sprinted, your lungs stinging as they filled with icy air. You knew you weren't dressed for the wilderness but you didn't have many options. The snow covered everything, causing a deafening silence to linger across the North. Your heavy breathing and heartbeat filled your ears as you kept forward, desperate to reach the heavy forest ahead.

You had been captured nearly a fortnight ago, held in a dungeon by the horrible men of House Bolton. You were left alone the entire time with barely any food or water. Nobody had spoken to you, touched you, or interacted with you. The only reason you knew it was the Bolton men was from the flag hanging outside your puny window; the flayed man.

Your feet kept moving forward as you reached the forest line, muting the world even further as you disappeared into the wintery woods. Your sprint slowed to a walk as you took in your surroundings. The trees bent under the weight of the ice and snow. The snow fell softly and silently, gently layering itself on every surface. You were catching your breath when you heard shouting from behind you. In the far distance, you knew the Bolton men were coming to find you. You knew it was only a matter of time.

You started into a run once again, zig-zagging through the trees and snow-covered shrubbery, begging the Gods to bring enough snowfall to cover your tracks before the men found you. The men were on horses, and horses were much faster than malnourished women. They easily caught up to you, entering the thick forest much sooner than you hoped they would. As you kept running, an arrow flew past your head.

You shrieked as you realized that you were being hunted, not just chased. You looked over your shoulder to see five horses with angry men riding them, all with arrows nocked and drawn in your direction. While peering over your shoulder, you tripped over a branch that had fallen. Your face was met with a drift of snow and you knew your life was about to end.

You kept still, refusing to turn over and face the men. You heard them dismount their horses, feet crunching on the frozen earth. "We've got you now, you little whore." Grunted one of the men. You slowly turned over, rolling around in the snow drift. One of the ugliest men stood above you and was bending over to grab you by your shoulders, when suddenly an arrow pierced through his neck, spilling his blood on your chest. You screamed, kicking your feet to inch away from him as he fell to his knees in front of you. Within moments, all five of the men had fallen to their knees, arrows through their heads.

You remained small, pressing yourself into the snow. Out of the corner of your eye, a man and his horse appeared from further in the woods. He was coming from behind you, and he dismounted his horse and reached a hand out to you. He was pale, layered with pelts and furs, and his curly dark hair licked underneath his earlobes. His hair was sprinkled with snowflakes as he leaned over and beckoned you to take his hand. "Come with me, it is much too cold out here for a lady."

You were terrified, refusing to take the stranger's hand. His eye contact did not waiver as he kept his hand outstretched to you. You stared into his eyes, light blue and mysterious. His eyebrows raised softly as he gently smiled. "I'll take you to my small village. We don't have much, but we can get you warm and fill your belly with soup." You almost whimpered at the thought. Warmth. Food. Shelter. A peaceful night's rest.

You examined the stranger for another moment before reaching your hand out, allowing him to help you up. He was awfully handsome. He gingerly helped you onto his horse, getting you situated at the front of the saddle. He had pelts draped across the horse, enough to cushion you as you sat. Your body still refused to relax as the stranger mounted the horse, sitting snugly behind you. "It's a bit of a journey, but I can keep us warm at night. I promise you, it will be worth it." His voice was low and smooth like molasses. You nodded dumbly, unable to speak.

The stranger kicked his feet at the horse and the horse obeyed. You began trotting deeper into the forest, the stranger's breath on your neck. His arm wrapped around your waist while he held the reins in the other hand. He pulled you closer to him, pressing against his chest. You shivered as the horse picked up speed, forcing freezing air to constantly whistle in your face. The man pulled a pelt from behind him and wrapped it over you. "Keep warm as best you can. We will stop for the night when the sun sets."

You stopped thinking as your body began to warm under the pelt. You realized your clothing was soaked from snow and blood, cold cloth clinging to your frame. You had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but before you knew it, the stranger dismounted. He shuffled around for a while. You were in your own bubble, wrapped in a warm pelt with your eyes closed. He pulled you off the horse and laid you down on a second pelt. You felt heat radiating and you opened your eyes to see the man adding sticks to a small fire that was near your face.

You slowly sat up, your bones felt as if they were creaking louder than rusty hinges. The man smiled at you. He had shed a few layers of fur. He still had snowflakes scattered in his hair and a gentle look on his face. "Are you warming up, my lady?" He asked you. You nodded, looking around. You were in a small clearing within the forest. He had laid multiple pelts down to create a makeshift bed large enough for the two of you. His fur outercoat was draped over a branch near the horse which was tied up firmly. You looked back at him. "Why are you helping me?"

He grinned and chuckled. "She talks!" He moved closer to you, sitting down on the pelts. "I don't like to see anyone in pain, my lady. You were nearly killed and for what reason? I can't think of a reason why anyone would want to kill such a pretty girl." You felt your face flush when he complimented you, his hand resting on your upper back. "I don't wish to make you feel uncomfortable but..." He pulled the pelt off of you, revealing your clothes still soaked and clinging to your skin. "You need to get dry or else you might face death again."

You knew he was right. "You need to take these wet clothes off. We can lay them by the fire tonight, they will be much drier tomorrow." He tugged at the neckline of your thin dress. You nodded and shivered as you began to peel it off your body. Your skin had begun to prune softly under the dress, taking it off was definitely going to help your body retain heat. Once it was removed, you set it near the fire on a rock he had placed for the dress. You looked back at the man, his light eyes gently falling across your bare skin.

Gods, he was so handsome. His eyes glazed across your chest and down your back. You watched him look at you. His curls still nest under his earlobes, and his chin had slight stubble from his journeys. You were secretly feeling blessed by the Gods that HE saved you and would be your traveling partner. He was gorgeous. His gaze met yours and he turned away. "Sorry, I shouldn't look at you like that." He brushed snow from his eyebrows as he tried to keep his gaze elsewhere.

"No... it's okay." You softly assured him. You reached your hand out and laid it on his cheek. His skin was warm even though you expected it to be ice cold. "I don't mind if you look at me..." Your voice trailed off. You felt your core warm as you imagined him taking his clothes off as well, your bodies curling together under the pelt blanket. He peered over at you again. "You are very lovely, my lady."

You smiled and crawled under the pelts once again. "Come, join me... perhaps our bodies can keep us warm?" His eyes widened. "Are you suggesting..." You laughed softly, interrupting him. "Well, you saved me. The least I can do is make sure you stay warm as well." You felt a strange urge rise in you. You didn't even know this man but you were inviting him to sleep naked next to you!

He nodded, pulling his shirt over his head and placing it near his archery bow. The bow was propped up against a tree right next to you. His chest was just as pale as his face. His chest was chiseled and his arms were toned from archery. His blue veins snaked along his arms and hands. You watched him kick off his trousers as well before he climbed into the pelt sanctuary with you. His strong arms wrapped around your torso as he pulled you in close to him, your back against his chest. You felt the heat. You felt comfort.

You sighed as you relaxed into the position, his arms still holding you tightly. His nose nuzzled between your ear and shoulder as he curled up against you. "Thank you." You whispered. You felt him smile against your neck. His lips lingered on your neck as he breathed, the warm breath licking at your skin. You scooted your ass and legs closer to him. Before you could press against him, he scooted himself back. "Sorry, ah, My Lady..." his voice dripping with concern. You craned your neck, turning your head to look at him. He was looking down under the pelts. You realized was aroused and he was also slightly embarrassed for it. "It's been a long journey. I apologize, I haven't held a woman close in..." He mumbled. You didn't care what he had to say. You wanted him.

You turned over to face him and pressed your lips against his. He inhaled through his nose sharply before gently moaning into your kiss. Your mouths were warm and fit together perfectly. His hand reached up and held your face as you continued to kiss, tongues intertwined together. His breathing was heavy and you were already feeling yourself become aroused as well. You touched his chest gently before you wrapped your arms around his forearm. He held your face as you wrapped around his arm, almost begging him to use you. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes fluttering open.

"Are you sure this is alright?" He asked. He was so sweet. You nodded, smiling at him. "Yes, I want to! I want us to stay warm, and I can't think of a better way." He grinned and dove into your neck, kissing and sucking. He nibbled on your neck as he rolled you over, facedown. He started getting aggressive as he became more aroused. He was pressing his hips forward, nudging his hard cock at your entrance. He easily slipped inside you, groaning as he felt your warmth around him. You gasped with the sudden stretch inside you. "Oh, you feel very good." The man groaned. His voice was raspy and almost seemed different than before. He wrapped his hand in your hair and pulled your head back forcefully, you screamed at the sudden violence.

When your head was yanked backward, you saw his teeth grind together as he smiled. His eyes were wide and wild. "You haven't been paying attention, have you?" He asked quietly. You stared at him, confused. Your blood ran cold as his hand snaked to your chin, forcing you to look at the horse that you rode in on. Now that all of the pelts were removed from the horse's back, you could see it. The flayed man banner hung off the hips of the horse, draped over its legs. "Tell me what you see." He demanded, his hands holding your chin firmly, his cock still slamming into you. "No!" You yelled as you attempted to get away from this evil man.

You were not nearly as strong as him, he held you down easily, continuing to fuck you into the ground. "Tell me what you see!" He barked, biting hard on your earlobe. You cried out as you felt warm blood pour out from his bite. "The flayed man!" You cried. He laughed and pulled out of you, flipping you over to face him. His face was no longer soft and sweet. His teeth flashed as he smiled, pushing you on your back. He pushed his cock back into you and began fucking you again. You squeezed your eyes shut.

His hand suddenly gripped your neck, forcing you to open your eyes. He lowered his face to yours and he demanded, "Keep your eyes open. Don't you know how to behave when you're fucking your Lord?" You swear you felt your heart stop. You stared at him, terror filling your eyes in the form of tears. He was clearly enjoying watching you piece together the puzzle as he bucked his hips even harder. You could tell he was about to finish inside you when he tightened his grip on your neck. "Who am I?"

You swallowed as he released your neck enough to allow you to speak. "Lord Bolton." He groaned, still close to finishing. "Yes. Lord of the Dreadfort. You belong to me. You can't run away. Say my name again." Animalistic instincts took over as he thrust unevenly. As you spoke his name, he spilled into you, filling you with his warm cum.

"Ramsay Bolton." You whispered, feeling utterly defeated. "Ramsay Bolton."

TW: per!od sex, blood kink!

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You tossed and turned in bed, your lower back aching and your stomach cramping. You had been serving the Bastard of the Dreadfort for 3 weeks now and time passed painfully slow. You had barely had time to mourn your previous life before Ramsay Snow began forcing you to do every minuscule duty for him. You drew his baths, folded his clothes, cleaned his leathers, washed his sheets, made his bed, and served him meals. Ramsay didn't care enough about you to even ever make eye contact with you while you served him. He had never spoke more to you than a demand. You were exhausted to say the least, but you didn't dare push back with your duties. You witnessed another servant girl try to argue with Ramsay in your first week. She was flayed and displayed outside your window; a reminder to obey your master.

You rolled over in your bed, trying desperately to get comfortable in the time you had left before you had to rise. It was very early and the sun was starting to peel back the fog; a threat in the form of another passing day. The sun never quite shone brightly though, it only lit up a grey sky full of clouds. Your stomach cramped as you sat up. When you sat up, you realized the reason for your pains. You felt the familiar sensation that you had completely forgotten that was bound to happen. You felt the warmth of blood trickle out of you and immediately stain your nightgown. You felt your heart race as you began to panic.

The thought hadn't even crossed your mind in the time you'd spent at the Dreadfort, but it was inevitable. You had started your period. You cursed at your body under your breath as you stood up and attempted to avoid staining your sheets. You felt the blood trickle down your thigh as you walked over to the door. You weren't allowed outside the main walls of the Dreadfort, but you had free roam inside. You had to have the ability to fetch things for Ramsay, so you were quite familiar with the hallways and rooms scattered about.

You creaked the door open and stuck your head out to look down the hallways. The only things you could see were the flickers from the torches casting dancing shadows on the stone floors and walls. You ducked out of your room and scurried to the largest washroom that Ramsay frequently used. You had drawn him many baths in this room. You knew there were a lot of extra cloths, blankets, and fabrics in the wooden chests stored in the corner. You rushed over and opened one of the chests, digging around for some loose fabric you could somehow tie around your waist.. Something. Anything. You were crouched on the floor as you dug elbows deep through the loose cloths desperately. Suddenly, you heard the door scrape shut behind you.

You craned your neck over your shoulder to see Ramsay standing in front of the door that he closed. "I thought I heard someone in here." He groaned, clearly having just woken up. His voice was raspy and tired, his eyes had a slight bag underneath them. His hair was messy and overgrown, gently curling underneath his ears to meet with his slight stubble. He wore a dusty grey long sleeve, knitted loosely and clearly worn frequently as the neck was stretched out and the sleeves were a bit too long. "What do you think you're doing, hm?" He asked in a cooing tone.

"I...I..." You stuttered over your thoughts. Ramsay's glare was so intense. He had never looked at you before, and you felt yourself shrinking under his gaze. "Speak up!" His voice boomed through the quiet room as you shifted your weight, still crouched by the chest. "I'm looking for something." It was all you could squeak out. His eyes were wide as he stared deep into you, almost beckoning you to say more. He stepped forward and you felt yourself shrink even more. "Perhaps I can help you. What are you looking for?" He crouched down on the ground next to you. You felt yourself hold your breath as his body was next to you. You had never been this close to Ramsay before. You quickly studied him.

His hair was tousled but not tangled. His facial hair was stubbly but not harsh. His eyes darted over at you, and he watched you study his face. His pale eyes widened when you looked into them, a grin slowly spreading across his closed lips. "Now, what can I help you find?" You looked down at your nightgown, it was wrapped under your legs so Ramsay couldn't see the stain. "I can find it myself, My Lord..." You whispered as you looked back inside the chest. You were embarrassed and didn't want him to notice the blood that was trickling down your thighs. You heard him snicker as he exhaled. "I think I know what you're looking for."

You felt your stomach twist with anxiety as he leaned backwards. You watched him lean and reach behind you, his index finger wiping against the stone a few inches behind your body. When he pulled his finger up, there was a drop of blood smeared across the tip of his finger. He held it up to show you and your face immediately grew hot. "Something to help with this?" You realized you had dripped before you crouched down. How did he see it?? He kept his finger held in the air before his thumb met his pointer finger, rubbing the blood between his fingers. You knew your face was red and flushed as you turned your attention back to the chest and shuffled your hands through the cloths inside.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Ramsay whispered, leaning in closer to you, his hands reached out and grabbed your shoulders. He turned you to face him. You balanced on your feet, your knees under your chin as you pivoted to face him. You hid your body with your nightgown, the stains were too obvious to hide at this angle. His eyes slowly moved down your crouched body and he saw the stains. "I was right." He reached out to touch your nightgown, gently pulling at the fabric. "Sit down on the floor." He pushed your shoulders slightly and caused you to fall backwards on your ass. You still held your knees close to your chest.

Ramsay sat on the floor directly across from you. His sat criss cross and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He placed his chin in his hands as he hunched forwards. "Let me see." He cocked his head to the side, gently coaxing you with his gaze. You were frozen, unable and unwilling to lift your nightgown. Ramsay sighed and rolled his eyes before staring at you again. "This is a demand, you know." He lifted his chin and reached his arms out. His hands pried your knees apart, spreading your legs slightly. "Now, hike your dress up and show me." His words hung in the air as you hesitated, but you knew you had to listen to him. You had no choice.

You gently pulled your nightgown up and over your knees, allowing it to fall down your thighs and rest at your hips. You felt the cool air on your thighs as you exposed yourself to him. He reached out to your hips and pulled them closer to him, forcing you to slide down further into the floor. Your hips now turned upwards and facing him, he spread your legs apart with his hands on your knees. You stared at his face as he took in the sight of your bloody center and slick thighs. His eyes widened slightly as they skimmed over your flesh. His lips parted and he exhaled gently as he stared into your core. "I knew it." He breathed, his hands grabbing and kneading at the soft flesh of your thighs. The man who wouldn't even glance at you the past few weeks was now fixating on your bleeding cunt with hungry eyes. It made you squirm with discomfort.

You clamped your legs shut once more, the humiliation making your skin hot. "No, no." Ramsay scolded you, quickly yanking your legs open for him. His hands were forceful, but you knew he was being gentle with you. He was capable of much more than what he was doing. His hands wandered up your thighs and made contact with the slick inners of your thighs, nearly brushing against your folds. You exhaled a moan of concern as his fingers began swirling circles in against the bloody slick of your upper thighs. His fingers teased at your folds by gently stroking up and down, collecting the wetness and the blood. You had never been touched like this.

Without warning, Ramsay slid two fingers inside your slit. The blood made it easy for him and you let out a whimper. Ramsay's eyes lifted again to look at your face. He clenched his jaw as he stared intensively at you. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" He asked through his gritted teeth. You gently nodded, the feeling of his fingers slowly sliding in and out of you made you feel a warmth in your core that you didn't recognize. You didn't want to speak. You were afraid if you opened your mouth, you would beg for more. "I can tell you are..." Ramsay whispered. He leaned forward on his knees and pressed his lips against yours into a needy kiss.

You felt his warm tongue slide into your mouth, his lips moving slowly on yours. You leaned back even further, allowing your body to rest on your elbows. Ramsay leaned over you, one hand still working at your bloody core and the other hand on the floor holding himself steady. He fluttered his fingers inside your swollen walls, causing you to inhale sharply. He grinned into the kiss as his mouth pushed onto yours even harder than before. Ramsay pulled away from the kiss and slid his fingers out of you, leaving you trickling blood and arousal. You arched your back softly, a gentle beg for him to not go. You didn't even mean to, but your body was aching for more. He grinned when he realized your body making attempts to keep his fingers inside you. "You quite liked that, didn't you?" He chuckled softly.

He sat back, pulling himself up to a standing position. Your blood was still covering his glistening fingers as he brought his hand to his own trousers. You could see that he was aroused, the trousers grew tight around his crotch. "Look what you're doing to me." He grinned as he pulled his trouser waistband down just barely, releasing his hard cock. He peered down at you, you felt like a pile of arousal, flesh, and blood crumpled on the floor. He took his hand that was still wet from your cunt and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. He squeezed it gently and wiped your blood off of his fingers and onto his veiny shaft. You watched as he stroked himself, gently exhaling a strong breath as he stared at you. "You can't leave me like this, you know." He gestured to his hard cock. "And I can't let you go to waste like that... bleeding and warm. I'll have to figure out what to do about this, won't I?" He teased, still stroking himself.

You were nervous and unsure of what his next move would be. He grinned as he yanked you to your feet by your arms. "Follow me." He demanded, tucking his hardness back into his trousers. You slunk behind him, ashamed and dripping. He led you out into the main hallway that was still empty and crawling with the early dawn. He grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hall to your chambers. "This one's yours?" He asked before shoving the door open. He pulled you inside and shut the door behind him. When he turned around, he had a grin spread across his face. His eyes flickered with a dark obsession as he faced you and spat out a demand. "Take off your clothes."

You slowly pulled your nightgown off of yourself. You wanted to resist him, you really did... but your body was excited for this. You hated yourself for it, but you were interested in seeing what was going to happen next. You let the nightgown fall to the floor and allowed yourself to stand naked in front of Ramsay. He inhaled deeply as he scanned you with his eyes. You felt the blood dripping from you still, well it was a mixture of blood and your own wetness. It was trickling down your thighs, nearly to your knees. Ramsay didn't stop staring at you as he pulled his shirt over his head. His hair lifted and fell as he tore it over himself and threw it on the floor, stepping closer to you. He pulled his trousers down and kicked them off so he could stand naked with you.

He was within arms reach, his pale and muscular chest rising and falling with his deep breaths as he admired your body. His eyes slid up and down your nakedness before he stepped closer, closing the gap between your bodies. His hands cupped your breasts. He harshly caressed them and squeezed them, causing you to let out a whine. They were quite sore, a symptom of your period. "Does that hurt?" Ramsay whispered, squeezing harder. You nodded softly and mumbled a response. "Yes, My Lord." He smiled, kneading and squeezing before he pinched your nipples between his fingers. You inhaled sharply, gasping at the feeling. "Good." He assured you, squeezing your nipples even harder. Your mouth opened with the pain and he nearly growled.

He spun you around and sank his face into your neck, biting and kissing your soft skin. His hands found your hips and he began pressing his erection against your ass. His hands were kneading at your hips and waist eagerly. "I cant believe I never paid any attention to you before." He whispered into your ear before biting your neck once more. "Now that I know what a whore you can be for me... you don't have to worry anymore, I'll have plenty of time for you." You whimpered as you gave in to the feeling, knowing that you were about to entirely belong to Ramsay Snow. His teeth grazed your ear as he sighed a moan, his cock pressing against your bare ass. He pushed on his cock with his hand, allowing it to slip between your legs. He wasn't fucking you yet, but he was sliding his cock between your legs and against your bloody cunt.

He rhythmically pressed his hips forward and back, allowing his cock to slide against your folds and your clit, making you crazy for him. You wanted him badly. You started moaning and it made Ramsay chuckle. "You're whining! You want me that bad, don't you?" He reached his hand up and wrapped it around your throat. He wasn't using much force, but your breathing was slightly altered. "Say you want it." He growled into your neck. You swallowed before you opened your soft lips. "I want you..." He tightened his grip on your throat, gently shaking you. "Louder." He groaned.

"I want you." You said a bit louder, your body arching and pressing against him, matching his rhythmic humping. "Louder!" He barked into your neck before biting down. "I want you!!" You cried out, reaching your own hand between your legs and feeling his cock, slick and coated in your blood. He pulled away from you and turned you around to face him. You couldn't resist as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Your tongue entered his mouth and your lips locked in a desperate kiss. You were floating with desire as you ran your fingers through his hair and down his shoulders. "Please..." You begged between kisses.

Ramsay shoved you backwards, forcing you to fall onto your clean bedsheets. You knew they would be stained and ruined but you didn't care. You only cared about what it would feel like when he pushed his cock inside you. He opened your legs and lowered himself, kneeling at the edge of the bed. He pulled your body closer, your ass hanging off the bed. Before you had any idea what was happening, you felt his tongue sliding between your dripping folds. You gasped as he began kissing your cunt, slowly sucking on your clit and kneading at your hips. He hummed with pleasure as you reacted, arching your back and digging your fingers into his shoulders. You looked down at him to see his eyes shut softly and his face buried in your thighs.

Ramsay swirled his tongue around your clit as he slid those same fingers inside you again. You felt electricity jolt up your body when he licked your clit, slowly sucking on the nub. His fingers swirled inside you, the slurping noises coming from your core were loud and would likely be embarrassing if you weren't so desperate for him. You stared at him with bliss as your lips parted and allowed for each and every whimper and moan to escape easily. His eyes flickered open and they stared up at you. His eyes were full of obsession. He was loving every moment of this, perhaps even more than you were. You pushed his head into your core as you gently began rocking your hips against his face.

You were feeling an overflowing need, a deep desire for more pressure inside you. You wanted to be filled by him. You gently tugged at his hair, trying to signal him to fuck you. He kept nuzzling his face into you, sucking and licking you perfectly. You groaned loudly, "Ramsay please..."

He pulled his face from between your thighs, his face covered in slick arousal and blood. He exhaled loudly and grinned at you before wiping his face on the bedsheets. "You filthy girl..." He groaned as he admired you lying on the bed, legs spread open and begging for his cock. He stood up and grabbed your hair, yanking you up the bed further. You squealed in pain as he did so, making him chuckle. He climbed on top of you and pressed his lips against yours. You could taste the metallic lingering on his tongue. You groaned into his mouth, pressing your hips up against his body. Ramsay's hands were exploring every inch of you. He was grabbing and pulling at your skin and his tongue was desperately swirling in your mouth. He couldn't get enough of you to satiate him.

He reached one of his hands down and grabbed his cock. He held it firmly as he pressed the head against your entrance. You moaned, steadying your hips for him. He grinned as he teased you, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your soaked cunt. He would push against your hole just to torture you. He wouldn't enter you yet. "I want you to really beg for me." He breathed as he slowly began stroking his cock, resting the tip at your entrance. "Make me need you."

You whined, your fingertips digging into his shoulders. "Please, Ramsay, I want you to fuck me." You were desperate. The only thing that mattered in the world was getting his cock to plunge inside you. "Mm..." He hummed with pleasure as he listened to you mewl. He stroked himself at your entrance. "More." He demanded. "I need you inside me... I want you to fuck me... please." His eyes widened for a moment as he listened to your pleading. "That's right. You need me." Ramsay smiled as he allowed his hips to finally give in, pushing his cock deep inside you.

He filled you snuggly, your walls stretching to fit him. You whined as he entered you, his eyes fluttered softly before flashing open again. "Does that feel good?" He asked as he began thrusting in and out of you with force. The way his hips moved made you crazy, the way his cock dipped in and out of your soaking cunt made you want to scream. "Fuck, yes!" You groaned as you allowed your body to fully swim in the pleasure that he was bringing you. "Do you love it when I fuck your bloody cunt?" Ramsay whispered as he bit your neck. "Yes, yes, I love it, please..." Your brain was floating. He kept his pace steady as he lifted himself with his arms. You watched him fuck you, his hair slightly bouncing with his thrusts, his eyes obsessed and focused on you, his muscular arms on either side of you.

Ramsay looked down at his cock, he was enjoying watching it pump in and out, disappearing in your soaking core. He growled as he watched, the sight making him even harder than he already was. "You feel so good, you tight virgin whore." He groaned, his eyes making their way back to your face. He could sense your pleasure as he studied your facial expressions. His eyes were glued to your face as he thrust hard, watching your eyes roll back into your head. He was breathing heavy out of his mouth and pulled his lips into a grin as he flashed his teeth. He was truly enjoying this.

You sensed a warmth rising in your center as he continued to fuck you at a constant pace. He must've noticed your face changing, as he exhaled between breaths. "You're going to come on my cock soon, aren't you?" He bit your bottom lip before you could answer, twisting the flesh between his teeth. You groaned as you felt the warmth rising higher and higher. "Do it." He whispered as he let go of your lower lip, your mouth filling with your blood from the open wound he just created. You were allowing your body to teeter over the edge. He took your bottom lip in his mouth again and sucked hard. The pain was mixed with complete ecstasy as you fell into the pool of pleasure, the waves crashing across your midsection as you orgasmed.

Ramsay didn't slow his pace while you came, he fucked you through it. Your lower lip still in his mouth, he started bucking his hips a little harder and a little broken in pattern. He let go of your lip as he groaned, blood trickling down his chin. He grit his teeth together and stared into your eyes as he bucked his hips for the final few strokes. You watched his face as his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes fluttered. You watched Ramsay cum, his mouth slightly open and blood dripping from his chin onto your breast and face. He was breathing heavy as he moaned, allowing a guttural release from his throat.

You felt his cock twitch inside you, filling you with warmth. His breath caught in his throat as he finished, gasping for air as he slowed himself. He quickly rolled over, his cock sliding out of you. You realized what a bloody mess you both had made. Ramsay caught his breath, his chest quickly heaving as he wiped his chin off with the back of his hand. He looked over at you. You were in orgasmic bliss, in pure awe of the creature beside you. You felt your body slowly sink into itself once more, back to reality. The room smelled of sweat and metallic. Ramsay reached over and kissed your forehead before standing up. "Well. That was lovely." He helped you stand up, your knees buckling underneath you. "Yes, you'll likely be shaky and sore." He nodded at your realization.

Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five / Chapter Six / Chapter Seven / Chapter Eight / Chapter Nine / AO3 Link

TW - violence, murder, flaying, murder (of a child), physical abuse, emotional abuse, sex, smut, full blown stockholm syndrome, gaslighting yourself, ramsay bolton. I hope you enjoyed my 10 chapters! Thank you so much for reading x

Chapter Ten: And Full Of Terrors

You both awoke to a servant knocking on your door and your infant crying in his bed. You rolled out of bed to grab your squalling baby and Ramsay pulled on trousers to answer the knocking. Ramses quickly latched to your breast, ready for breakfast. You laid back in bed, pulling the blankets high to shield your body from the servant. Ramsay opened the door and a very nervous young man stood on the other side. "My Lord. I am sorry if I woke you, but there is something happening in the courtyard you need to attend to." His voice broke multiple times through the sentence.

Ramsay huffed. "Alright. Let me get dressed... and this better be important." He shook his finger at the servant. "I'll be out in a minute." He shut the door, allow privacy once again. Ramsay looked at you and rolled his eyes regarding the servant. "Sorry, My Lady. I have to go handle this." He pulled a dusty grey waffle-knit over his head before donning his leathers. "Wait a moment and let me come with you. The Little Lord can start his lessons early." You smiled. Ramsay chuckled. "Fine, but bundle him up." Of course you would. Ramsay held his son as you got yourself ready to leave as well and swaddled baby Ramses in the finest furs. You tied him to your chest so the three of you could head down to the courtyard.

You closely followed your husband, his cloak draped over his powerful shoulders and swaying with his steps. With each swing of the cloak, you caught a glimpse of the handful of knives and daggers that he kept on his waistband. You loved how powerful he was. His curls coiled together on the back of his neck and his ears peered out from the dark waves. He walked with confidence, each step oozing of power and purpose. You felt like the most powerful woman to exist as you floated behind him, his heir cooing at your breast.

You exited the stone walls and were met with icy air hitting your face, your hands instinctively covering your baby with your cloak, wrapping it around his tiny body. Ramsay wasn't affected by the cold, his hair blowing softly as it began collecting snowflakes. There was a small group of men, their metal helmets reflecting the snow and making them gleam. "What is it?" Ramsay barked as you approached the men. Without speaking, they began leading Ramsay to the large entrance of the Dreadfort. The wooden doors were towering over you as they pushed them open. On the other side stood a shivering woman, frail and afraid. She held hands with a small boy who looked to be around 4 years old.

Ramsay stood still as a statue, staring at the woman. He turned his head towards the men, and put his hands up, his leather gloves squeaking as he pointed to the woman. "And how is this my concern?" The men nodded and looked at the woman. She had tattered clothes and long blonde hair that was matted in knots. The small boy had black hair and piercing blue eyes. His jaw was prominent and he wasn't shivering. You stared at your husband as he took in the sight.

"Ramsay..." the woman practically whispered. "You don't remember me?" You felt your heart jump, the jealousy and anger bubbling up in your chest. You tensed your body and wished you had brought your knives with you. "No." Your husband said, "Why would I?" She took a step closer, causing all of the men to tense up into attack mode. Ramsay chuckled. "I don't think she will be attacking me. Let her speak." The men relaxed, stepping back to their previous spots. "Ramsay... years ago we lay together. I woke up and you had fled, but..." her voice trailed off as she turned to the boy. Ramsay stared at the child. You were unable to read his expression.

"This is your son." She put her hand on the boys back and gently pushed him forward. He took a few small steps closer to Ramsay and stared up at him. Ramsay gazed at the boy intently. "No, no... if he is mine, he is a bastard, not my son. This is my son, my true heir." He turned to point to you and Ramses. Your eyes were locked on the woman, hatred boiling in your chest and heat pouring into your cheeks. She met your eyes and curtsied with her rags. "My Lady, I mean no disrespect, I mean no trouble-" You interrupted her. "If you meant no trouble, you should have stayed far away. Shut the gates." You demanded the men.

Ramsay held his hand up. "Bring them to the guest chambers. My wife and I will need to discuss a few things but until then, they can rest." Your jaw dropped, your fury now directed at your husband. Ramsay turned on his heels and grabbed your arm. You followed him to the kennels where it was quiet. "Ramsay! I will not-" He interrupted you with his hand on your throat, pushing you backwards into a stone wall. "Let me speak!" He hissed, spitting on your face. "I do not want a bastard son and I do not want this whore woman. I am simply allowing them to come inside until I decide what I want to do with them. Do not question my power again, do you understand?" You stared at your husband, teeth grinding together as you nodded.

"Wonderful. Now, for all we know, this woman is lying. I don't recognize her." You rolled your eyes. "The boy looks like you." You muttered, jealousy oozing from your lips. Ramsay's face twisted into a grin. "Why, you're jealous aren't you? Does it bother you to think about me fucking her before I even knew you?" You growl as you shove Ramsay. Your shove barely moves your sturdy husband. He chuckles. "You're angry. I like when you're angry. My wild wife." He coos, nuzzling into your neck. Ramses is asleep at your chest, so Ramsay can't press his body against you. He kisses your neck, sucking hard and leaving a mark.

While he kisses your neck, he whispers into your ear. "We can get rid of them. Shall we feed them to the dogs? Burn them? Flay them? I'll let you pick, my love... my gift to you." You purr when you hear him say this. You press your lips against his, moaning with passion as your tongue slithers into his mouth. You bite his lower lip hard and twist it between your teeth, making him gasp and pull away. "My feisty bitch!" He grins, blood dripping down his chin. You smile. "Let me take care of the woman. You do whatever you want with the bastard."

Ramsay agreed to this fairly quickly. You had a strong inkling that he found your possessiveness over him quite attractive. Nobody was going to interrupt your life, touch your husband, or push your child to the side. "I think I will tell the bastard that I accept him as mine and want to show him around his new home. When we come in here," Ramsay pointed around the kennels. "I will put him in my biggest girl's kennel and let her get a nice treat." He grinned wickedly at you. "And what will you do?" He kissed your cheek before kissing the black hair on your son's head.

"I want to flay her." You whispered. Ramsay's eyebrows raised. "You've never flayed anyone before, love." You nodded. "I know. I want to flay her, though. I want it to be slow and painful, so she will regret that she ever left her home. And just before she dies, I will tell her what happened to her bastard son!" You chuckled as you watched Ramsay's eyes grow wide with lust. He lets out a snarl as he leans into your neck and bites down, his hot mouth leaving another mark on you. "I'll fetch the boy. You head inside and I'll send the woman in." He whispered before he vanished behind the stone walls.

You ran to your chambers to grab your flaying knife, bow, and some arrows before heading to the torture room. You lay Ramses down for a nap, kissing him on his little forehead. Once you reached the room with the large wooden X, you snuck into a dark corner hidden from view. You remembered Reek in that moment, his frail body dangling from the large wooden cross. More importantly, you remembered the sex that you and Ramsay had on the floor, a wave of fluttering rose in your core as you remembered how it felt. Shortly after you arrived in the room, a few men of the Dreadfort brought the woman into the room, kicking and shrieking. You bit your lip in anticipation, excited to flay this whore that wanted to ruin your life.

She was left on the X, crying and wailing. "Please! My son and I will leave right away! I just thought Lord Bolton would want to meet his son!" She was flailing wildly, the chains clanging on her wrists and ankles. You felt furious at that statement and decided that now was the time to walk out from the shadows. "He does know his son." You said, rising from the darkness of the corner. She trembled as she looked at you. "I gave him his son, his true born heir. Not some bastard he had with a whore. He doesn't love you!" Your voice was gruff, anger settling in your throat.

"Please... We will leave right now. Forgive us." She begged, her eyes dark and wide with fear. You smirked as you got closer to her. "I think it's too late for that." You pulled your knife from behind your back and pointed it at her. "You walked in here like you would take my place. Did you really think that would work?" You pressed the point of your knife to her throat. "No, My Lady, I don't want to take your place. I wouldn't want to be with that monster!" She cried out as you pressed the metal against her skin.

"He is NOT a monster." You growled through your gritted teeth. "Take it back." She shook her head, tears falling from her eyes. "He is a monster, and so are you if you don't see it!" You laughed at her ignorance. "Stupid whore." You muttered as you pressed the knife even harder against her skin, nearly piercing it. You heard the faint sound of barking from the window. You gasped theatrically and leaned in to the woman. "Do you hear that? Shh, listen..."

She started blubbering when she heard a scream when the dogs began barking even louder. "Terrible. I am sorry you had to hear that... but, the dogs have to eat." You grinned, staring at her as she cried out for her bastard son. "Where should I start peeling first?" You asked the woman between her sobs. "Please!" She blubbered. You rolled your eyes as you leaned down, slicing the skin open across her kneecaps. She howled in pain as your knife slipped through her skin easily. You grabbed the flap of skin that hung over her fresh wound and began slowly but steadily pulling it up towards yourself. Her screams were deafening.

Suddenly, you felt hands on your hips. It startled you, since you couldn't hear anyone coming on account of the woman's whining. You spun around to see Ramsay smiling at you proudly. He had blood on his arms and hands, his leathers were off and he was only wearing the grey loose-fitting shirt. You pressed into his body with yours, leaning fully into his arms as you kissed him. You felt warmth immediately between your thighs as he gripped your waist. "Well done, well done!" He chuckled, admiring what you'd done to the woman so far. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach when you knew Ramsay was impressed by you. "Shall we finish the job together, my love?" Ramsay asked, releasing his own flaying knife from its sheath.

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The woman was completely flayed and the bastard was no longer existing. Ramsay was breathing heavy as he stepped back from the wooden X and draped his arm around your shoulders, you both had bloody hands and arms. You stared at your husband, watching him breathe through his grinding teeth. He peered over at you and flashed a smile. "I'm very proud of you." He raised his eyebrows and turned to you, placing a hand on your cheek. You felt your cheeks flush pink as you looked deeply into his pale eyes. You slammed your lips against his, moaning in his mouth.

You both dropped your knives with a loud clatter on the stone floor, desperately wrapping your arms around each other. He lifted you by your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. You wanted him. You knew it would be wildly painful but you wanted him regardless. You wrapped your fingers in his hair and yanked, desire was taking over your body. He groaned into your mouth as he felt the dull pain at his skull. He walked with you over to a chair that was in the corner of the room, next to a small table which you promptly shoved over. He sat down with you on his lap.

You hiked up your skirt around your hips as he undid his trousers, just opening the front enough to release his hard cock that was begging to be touched by you. You wrapped your hands around his throat and squeezed mercilessly. His eyes bulged as you slowly slid down on his cock, the pain was intense but you wanted to please him no matter what it took. He groaned loudly when your cunt was around him, squeezing it tightly in your walls. You continued to choke him with one hand, the other hand grabbed a handful of hair at the nape of his neck and you yanked.

His neck was fully exposed to you and you leaned forward to suck and bite the soft skin. He moaned as you rode him with desperation. You moaned with a mixture of intense pain and pleasure as you bounced on his lap, his cock pounding in and out of you. He held onto your skirt, pulling and pushing with your body. You pulled the hand back that was in his hair and you slapped him hard, his skin immediately flushing red where your hand landed. He growled with pleasure as you choked him harder.

You reached behind his waist and pulled one of his knives from his waistband. You pointed it at his neck, barely pressing the tip against his skin. A low moan crept out of his lips as you nicked his collarbone, blood began trickling out. You sliced down his shirt, freeing his pale chest to the air. You began dragging the knife across his chest, leaving scratches and small gashes across his muscular body. He was staring at you with obsessive eyes, obviously loving what you were doing. You finished with a large and somewhat deep cut across his sternum, digging a little deeper than before.

You threw the knife to the ground as you leaned forward, licking up the blood that was trickling down his chest. Your mouth filled with the warm iron and you continued grinding your screaming body against his. He was panting hard, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips spread apart to let the moans escape effortlessly. You knew he was close to his orgasm and you didn't slow down as you slid your tongue into his largest wound before kissing him, your mouth leaking his own blood into his mouth.

His thighs tensed and his breathing caught in his throat as he pulled your skirt, desperate for you to slam down on him harder. You obliged, riding him hard as he came. Your poor body was bleeding too, your cunt sore and abused but you couldn't care. You only wanted to please Ramsay. You rode him through his wave until his cock softened inside you. You slowly lifted yourself, nearly collapsing on his lap once you pulled him out. The pain was excruciating. He held you on his lap as his cum dripped out of you onto his trousers.

You were out of breath as well, and tears finally began to fall down your cheeks. Ramsay smiled as he pulled you close, pressing your chest against his. You could feel his heart beating strongly as he held you. He caught his breath and whispered to you, "You're mine forever, My Lady."

You thought back to a time when those words would have terrified you. You used to be so weak and scared of Ramsay. You almost chuckled at your past self, she had no idea what was ahead of her. You remembered the first time you saw a flayed man from a distance and how it made your stomach churn, threatening your lunch to come back up your throat. You thought about now, the act of flaying someone caused you and Ramsay to bond so deeply and even arouse both of you. You remembered the first time you felt pain at the hands of Ramsay, lying on the pelts in the woods when he revealed his identity to you. You laughed at how foolish and simple you were. Now, pain was just another weapon that you were able to harness to turn into pleasure. You learned so much from your lover, you almost wanted to thank him.

You were confident that nobody else would understand your relationship with Ramsay, the relationship that you battled with in your head for so long. You knew that people would assume that you were evil just like him, and perhaps they were right. All you knew is that you loved Ramsay, and he loved you. It had to be love. It had to be. You were too horrified to think of what it was if it wasn’t love. You swallowed the thoughts and settled with the comfortable words you were able to tell yourself. This was love. It had to be...