Ramsey Bolton - The Rough Bastard

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Cold

Decisive
And cruel

All knew Ramsey Bolton to be a cold hearted man, with actions decisive and cruel. He was a man who got what he wanted, when he wanted it, how he wanted it. And what he wanted was an innocent girl's virtue. And he was willing to trade many men just to force his way between her legs. She was worth the men, but she would have to work hard for it.

"I could be persuaded to give your father more men."

"Well what would persuade you?"

"You." He said, closing In as she took a step back suddenly feeling cornered in such a small space.

"My lord, I'm no simple whore that could be bought for a couple of coins." She scoffed, offended by such a notion.

"I said no such thing or implied that you were. I could be persuaded by you, if you are willing." She felt a a lump in her throat the size of a stone form. Would she really demean herself to something so beneath her such as selling herself. What would her mother think if she found out? What would her father do if her virtue was to be questioned? We need these men to defend our home, our land. And if that means doing the dirty work to protect her people, then so be it. The outcome would be worth it despite the degradation.

"I'll do it." A light breath escaped her Bossom. And a heaviness set on her heart. She would still be the same person but she would be a tainted version. A whore on her knees bobbing on a cock for coin. Instead of coin it would be men for her people to be protected. A worthwhile payment.

With a stone cold face she stated "However if anyone finds out what has gone on in these walls I will deny any such allegations against my virtue and my honor!" As such she held fast and stood firm.

The look of a child who was told yes when asking for a sweet was the only way you could describe the look on his face. But this little boy didn't deserve any sweets. Not a single one. And at this moment he's about to stick his hand in the cookie jar, quite literally. Patting his hand on his lap to lure her over, she attempted a calm version of a strong stride but faltered as she got closer.

"Please be gentle."

But he was no such thing. Once In reach of him he pulled her onto his lap bunching up her skirts to get a firm grip on her ass. Warm and soft to the touch. It made his dick hard in a split second. Pushing her hips down to grind on him forced a light gasp from her lips. It was a touch of fear and a feeling of newness that reached her.

"I promised you men, remember that. That will be the one and only promise I make you tonight. You will give yourself willingly and will not change your mind until we are finished. I will be rough. Because soft isn't something that gets me going. Scream if it makes you feel better, cry even but it will not make me be kinder, softer or sweeter. I will fuck you so hard you won't be able to ride out. And you will like it. Trust me, your father will be grateful his filthy little girl got on her hands and knees in order to gain power in his land. That's a small price for him to pay. Now remember why you are here. And don't you forget it when your bouncing on my cock."

"Now get off me whore, get on your knees on the ground and start sucking my cock and if I feel any teeth I will personally pull them all out." And so she obeys The Lord.

She gets on her knees and waits as he roughly pulls his cock out of his trousers and shoves it into her mouth. Hearing the men and women around her in her early years she knows exactly what to do. She takes his long shaft into her hands and begins stroking him before beginning to bob on the head of his shaft. Going further she gags as he places his hand in her neatly placed hair and pushes her further down to take in the fullness of his cock. She was good. Good for a virgin.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 20 ⏰

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