Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

A true Bolton - Part 5 - Ramsay x Reader

"What are you talking about........Get out of here........" (Y/n) protested, as Ramsay made his way over to the table and poured himself a glass of wine from the silver jug that sat atop it.

"I said, GET OUT!" The lady exclaimed, as she made her way over to the bastard. Taking the cup from his hand and pointing to the door. To which all Ramsay did was continue to smile.

"Oh, I think not, sister. I think I will stay right here." Ramsay replied. Suddenly bringing his hand up to his face, as (Y/n) slapped him.

"Do you really think that that is going to change my mind? I much prefer you to put up a fight, to punish me. Because that is what you will be doing (Y/n). Every time I take you, I want you to fight me........."

"You have lost your mind, Ramsay.........."

"I may have lost my mind; but I have not lost my eyesight. You see, I just saw our father leave your room........."

"And what of it.....? Father came to speak to me about what happened earlier........"

"I do not believe that speaking to you is all that he was here for. I saw him pull your robe apart. I saw him kiss your breasts, before kissing your lips. It makes me wonder whether the child in your belly is actually Cley's at all; or whether its true parentage is a little closer to home......" Ramsay continued, picking back up his glass, as (Y/n) moved back towards the door to her room and quickly shut it.

"How dare you. Of course, this child is Cley's. And whatever you thought you saw with father..........."

"What? You mean that there is some other explanation for our father drooling over your bosom.......other than the fact that your relationship is obviously far more intimate than that of father and daughter. If there is, please tell me, my dearest sister, for I am interested to learn......." Ramsay mussed, as he reached out and took some of her hair between his fingers.

"What is it you want, Ramsay.........?"

"I told you, (Y/n). I want you. You are already fucking Cley; already fucking our father. I am sure that there is room in your bed for me too." The bastard of the Dreadfort explained, before (Y/n) pulled her hair from his hand and made her way to over to sit in one of the chairs near the hearth.

"And what if I say no? What if deny you what you want..........?"

"Well...........' Ramsay began, finishing his drink before making his way to where she sat. The young Snow looming over her.

"Then I will just have to let it slip to your husband what I saw. I will have to tell him of my suspicions, that your child is not his, but our father's. After all, it is only the right thing to do. It is only fair on Cley. Wouldn't you agree, sister.......?" He continued, as he placed his hand under her chin and raised her head so that she was looking into her eyes.

"Father will kill you..........."

"Then he will be without any male heir. We both know that even as a bastard I am better than none. And he cannot claim the one in your belly, for then the whole of Westeros would know what you and he do. So, tell him. All I want to do is love you; to care for you as father cares for you. To stop Cley from taking you away from here.........is that so wrong, (Y/n)? Just let me show you that I can please you as much as father does. That I am worthy of your love...." Ramsay told her, as he knelt down and took her hands, bringing them to her lips and kissing them.

As much as she would rather send her bastard brother away with his tail between his legs, she knew that there was nothing she could do other than give him what he wanted. The Lady of the Dreadfort, not wanting anyone, never mind Cley coming to think that her child was anyone's but his. It not that she cared for what others might think of her, but she did care about what it might mean for the little one growing inside her. So even though she hated Ramsay, even though she was sure that he was responsible for her beloved brother, Domeric's death, she was well aware of her limited choices.

"Cley may be here at any moment.........."

"I doubt that. I saw he and some of his men go out hunting not that long ago. I should imagine that he will be gone for some time. So, there will be no one to disturb us...." Ramsay countered, as he kissed her hands again. His eyes lighting up, as (Y/n) slowly got to her feet; carefully pulling her hands from those of her brother so that she could bring them up to length of material that held her night robe together. The lady letting the soft material slip from her shoulders and fall down to the floor. Ramsay licking his lips, as he saw her womanhood, right in front of his eyes. A shudder making it way up her spine, as his hands slowly crept up her legs. The rough skin of his fingers scratching at the soft flesh of your thighs. (Y/n) grabbing a fistful of her brother's hair and yanking his head back so he was forced to look up at her. His eyes widening and a hand falling so that he could rub at his aching cock, as she glared at him.

"Then fuck me Ramsay........" The lady then slapping him across the face again. Before bringing his head back and burying it between her legs.