Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 4 - Roose x Reader

(Y/n) stepped into the bath, and slowly lowered herself into the hot water; Roose making his way over to the bed and taking a seat, his eyes never leaving her form.

She was more beautiful than her mother had ever been. Her body firm, yet still supple and womanly in all the right places. Roose licking his lips, as her breasts bobbed atop the steaming water. It was obvious that she was a Stark, that she was a Tully; the head of House Bolton seeing old Eddard in her, with the way that she spoke, in how she treated others. Seeing Catelyn in her, with the way that she held herself, and the fire in her eyes that she was doing her best to conceal.

He knew that she was going to hate him; if the roles were reversed, he would hate him too. But when he wed her; when he put a child in her belly, he was sure that she would come around. That she would see that it was better to be alive and the Lady of the Dreadfort, than to die in a pool of her own blood, while Walder Frey sneered down at her.

When Roose had told Walder that the old lion had made no mention of (Y/n), that had not been the truth. In missives between he and Tywin, the head of House Lannister had mentioned the oldest she-wolf, saying that he should perhaps dispose of her in the same fashion as her twin. Yet when Roose had spoken of another way; of him having her as his wife in order to take control of Winterfell and the north, Tywin had agreed. The lion informing him that she was part of his payment for his treachery. Roose more than happy to accept the terms.

"You should clean yourself properly........" Roose finally said, pointing to the soap and cloth. (Y/n) unable to do anything but comply, dipping the cloth in the hot water, before rubbing it over the soap, then placing it to her skin. The dried blood and dirt slowly staining the once clear liquid. Her hands stopping moving over her body, as she looked up to Roose, and saw that he was firmly stroking his manhood. His eyes blown with lust.

"Don't stop..........." He commanded. A sudden thought hitting (Y/n) as she saw his look of desperation, as she moved her body a little further under the water. It was true that she was in trouble at the moment; she had no weapon, she was surrounded by men that would not only take great in defiling her if Roose was not there, but would then kill her too, when they had finished. But that did not mean that she was completely powerless; it seeming obvious that she had far more control over the man in front of her, then she could ever have imagined. And if that was what she had until she could sink a dagger into his guts, as disdainful as it was to her, she would use it, as best she could. (Y/n) slowly sitting back up, so that her breasts were back on show. The she-wolf moving her legs out of the slowly cooling liquid and parting them slightly. The lady closing her eyes and letting her head drop back onto the rim of the tub.

"Is this what you like.............?" (Y/n) asked, as she moved the cleaning cloth over her breast with one hand, while the other crept across her stomach. A noise from the man on the bed, telling her all she needed to know. The she-wolf allowing a moan to leave her lips, as she let her fingers move from her stomach, down under the water. Her legs opening a little wider, as they found the patch of hair that lay between her thighs.

She had of course, done this before. Yes, she was a maid; yes, the only time a man had ever see her in a bath, was her father when she was very little, or her twin brother who would get into the same bath with her, when she was equally as little; so, this was the first time that she had pleasured himself in front of anyone. And even though Roose was the last man that she would ever dream of ever doing this in front of, a part of her found that she was liking it. Liking the noises that were coming from the man in the tent with her. (Y/n) making sure to make more noise than she normally would. Doing her best to ask Roose again, if that was what he wanted, when she moved her hand. If he was liking what she was doing. Roose gasping out that he was, that he didn't want her to stop; that he wanted her to keep going, to move further out of the water, so that he could see her fingers moving in and out of her body. The she-wolf opening her eyes, as the noises from Roose, seemed to be closer. The breath catching in her throat, as she saw the Lord of the Dreadfort standing over, frantically stroking his cock. His eyes firmly on her, as he told her that he wanted to hear her cum. That he wanted to hear her call out his name, as she came undone. (Y/n) giving him what he wanted, and as his name left her lips, his seed found her breasts. Roose grunting as he made sure that every last drop was on her skin, before dropping to his knees beside the tub and taking her face in his hands.

"We will do this properly. We will be wed as soon as we get to the Dreadfort. And when we are, my seed will be inside you, and you will give me a true, noble heir. A child born of a wolf and the flayed man. A child that will control the north under my name. A child that will control Winterfell as well as the Dreadfort........" Roose told her, before crashing his lips into hers.