Queen of the North

Sansa didn't want to marry again but she knew she had to. She was Queen now and had a duty to provide an heir. Arya was gone, Sansa found herself to be the last Stark in Winterfell and she would not let her family name die. Tomorrow she was to wed Ser Davith Cerwyn, one of the last men of his family to survive the Bolton Rebellion. 

"I've drawn you a bath, Your Grace," said her handmaiden.

"Thank you, now leave me," Sansa replyed, rather harshly.

After the girl had closed the door Sansa undressed herself. She unlaced a dark purple dress she had sown herself, intricate patterns covered her chest, a Direwolf amongst a sea of blue Winter roses. The dress caught on her hips, she pushed it down slowly, lost in thought. The bath was steaming but it felt perfect at this moment, cleansing more than just her body. 

She layed her head back and stared at the ceiling. 

Ramsay had been the only man she had been with, the only one who had felt inside her. He came to her every night, brutal and cruel. Sometimes he would bring Myranda and they would be brutal and cruel together. 

Sansa had never enjoyed what he did to her, she would fight the best she could, but after a while all she could do was lie there and let it happen. A few nights in a row he was rougher with her than usual, but she obeyed and did everything he had asked and didn't fight when he didn't asked. She never yearned for his cock, except once.

"You've done well this week," Myranda teased after Ramsay had left a session. "I think you deserve a reward. Tomorrow I will make you cum on his cock."

Sansa woke up the next morning to girl about her age standing beside her bed, ropes in hand. "Reach your arms to the post, my lady," the girl said flatly. Sansa looked around the room and saw no one else, but she knew not to disobey. She reached her arms out and the girl tied the ropes to each post above her head.

"Bend your knees," said the girl. Sansa obeyed again, and soon her legs were tied to the sides of the bed around her thigh, her legs dangling and her Southern lips spread wide. 

The girl took a knife and ripped Sansa's night gown from the bottom all the way to her kneck, pusing it aside to expose her fully. Her breasts were as soft and supple. Her nipples pink and erect. A covering of whispy, red hair topped her ripe cunt. Sansa was trying to stay calm but her courage was leaving her, and then the girl undressed herself. 

She thought this must be a new game Ramsay was playing, but she liked it for the first time. She liked looking at the woman shed her clothes. She liked her breasts and her large pink nipples. She like her long legs and wide hips. She liked her curly hair and soft brown eyes. And she liked what was between her legs. 

The girl wasted no time and began to lick Sansa. Her tongue slow and flat, dragging from the bottom of her slit and up to her clit. Sansa moaned. The girl licked harder and soon began to take a break every few strokes of her tongue to push her tongue into Sansa. She could feel herself dripping into the girl's mouth and onto her chin. Embarassingly quickly she orgasmed. Her hips bucked as she cried out in pleasure. Her body shook in sweet ecstacy. She couldn't help but to look down and to see the girl, to watch her as she worked. 

The girl didn't stop. She kept licking and Sansa kept moaning and cumming. Sansa was out of breath, hot and sweaty, by the time the girl stopped. Sansa layed there in awe of what she had just felt, and then the door opened. 

Another girl stepped in and wordlessly undress. She wasn't as pretty as the other girl who was now pulling her dress over the lovely breasts Sansa longed to taste. Sansa was imagining what it would be like to lick her nipples, to taste her cunt, when she felt the other girl's tongue on her. 

This girl was much rougher with her licking, but she made Sansa cum again and again just the same. After each girl made her orgasm more times than she could count another girl came in to take her place.

This lasted from Dawn to Dusk. Sansa was left in the ropes, her soaking and throbbing lips open to the world. Her only breaks were to eat, otherwise some girl was eating her. At last when it was dark the last girl left without another taking her place, but she was still tied down and that meant more was coming.

Sometime not long after Ramsay burst in kissing Myranda, dragging her into the room.Myranda bit Ramsay's lip, "I have a present for you," she giggled.

She crossed the room stripped down as she did. By the time she reach Sansa she was naked. Her tits bounced as she crossed the room, and Sansa, so over come with pleasure, stared at them.

Myranda stradled Sansa's face and lowered her lips onto Sansa's. Sansa knew she was to lick her, and she was craving her taste, pushing her tongue out for it.

"Mmmm," Myranda moaned, "I had her licked all day, look how wet she is. I bet one little touch would make her cum." Myranda reached down and gave her clit and light graze. Sansa moaned and bucked her hips a few times. Myranda smiled as she saw Ramsay grin and chuckle.

"Show me how sensitve she is," Ramsay ordered. He walked closer to get a better view as Myranda bent down and slowly licked Sansa. It took only three light strokes and Sansa was coming again, her moan and screams of pleasure muffled but Myranda's slick pussy. 

Ramsay couldn't help himself, he wanted to make Sansa moan harder, to moan for him. He tugged his cock from his pants, already extremely hard, and lined the head up with Sansa's opening. He slowly slid it up and down and watched Sansa's entire body quiver each time he reached her clit. Slowly he pushed the tip in, Sansa immediately bucked needing his cock to fill her. He chuckled again and began to fuck her at the same slow pace Myranda was fucking Sansa's face. 

Myranda and Ramsay laughed, he grabbed her roughly back the back of her and kissed her, hard, as they both fuck Sansa slowly. Below, Sansa was licking Myranda in a frenzy. She couldn't get enough of the sweet juices that poured from her cunt. 

Sansa was cumming, her entire body quivering. Each orgasm blended into the next one, she couldn't count them if she tried. Wanting his cock more she licked Myranda more. She sucked and licked, flicked with her tongue, and tried that thing the pretty girl had done and pushed her tongue inside her. 

Myranda bucked harder and Ramsay did the same. Myranda came a few times too and after each orgasm she unleashed on Sansa she would fuck her mouth harder. But Ramsay was still hard and wanting more. He pulled a knife from his belt and cut Sansa's ropes, his cock still in her. He pulled himself out just long enough to flip Sansa onto her hands and knees and began to fuck her harder. Sansa's tits bounced violently, her ass pushing back into Ramsay with a hard smack, but it was nothing compared to the hard smacks Ramsay was giving her ass.

Sansa screamed in pleasure pushing her pussy onto his cock the best she could from that angle. "Shut her up," Ramsay ordered. Myranda got onto her hands and knees and backed her pussy up to Sansa's mouth who eagerly pushed her tongue out and then into her.

Myranda moaned softer and Sansa loudly into her. Ramsay picked up his speed and then filled Sansa's tight lips with his seed. When he pulled out of her he slapped her ass one final time, "Don't stop licking her," he ordered, "I need your ass in the air until my seed can give you a son."

He crossed the bed and pushed Myranda down to her stomach. He grabbed each of Myranda's cheeks and spread them, revealing to Sansa a tight, little hole. "Lick her ass while you soak up my seed. I need some meat and mead while I think about how I'm going to make you cum on my cock again." Sansa pushed her face between her chick and reached out to the new opening witht he tip of her tonuge, keeping her own ass high in the air. 

Sansa had tasted Myranda before, all of her, but this time she liked it more than any other. She pushed deeper into her, and after a time her Sansa wanted to taste all of her. She reached further down to lick her from clit to ass. Ramsay sat down at the small table and to watch, to think.

A shutter slapped the stone wall of her window in the wind and suddenly Sansa found herself back in her bath, her fingers pushed inside her longing for that pleasure once again.