Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

In the strangest places - Part 14 - Roose x Ramsay x Reader

Roose grunted as his seed spilled inside his beautiful wife; her fingers digging into the muscles of his back as she came right along with him. He had spent much of the night before, just looking at her, as she slept peacefully in his arms. His hand resting carefully on her stomach, as he wondered about his new child that before long would make its presence known by the swell of its mother's belly. Wondered if it would be like (Y/n) or himself, hoping that in looks, whether male or female, they would be more like their stunning mother. His thoughts finally sending him into a peaceful slumber. But what he had not expected, was to wake and find his wife with his morning stiffness in her mouth. His eyes rolling back in his head, as her tongue had swirled around his shaft. Roose moaning as his hand moved to her head, encouraging her to take him a little deeper, to take all of him that she could. His grip on her hair tightening as the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat; he feeling himself twitch, as he glanced down and saw her looking up at him. The sight of his manhood moving in and out of her mouth, so incredibly arousing, that he would have been more than happy to cum, then and there. Yet he wanted more; he wanted all of her. He wanted his seed to coat her insides; to feel her body tremble as he made her come undone. And even though he had promised himself that he would be more careful now that she was with his child, she had pleaded with him to be as rough as ever; to hold her down and fuck her mercilessly. The lord happy that the whole of the Dreadfort would know what they were doing, as (Y/n) screamed out in pleasure; as she begged, pleaded for him to make her cum. His hand tightening around her throat, as he felt his thrusts become erratic. One final hard push sending both he and (Y/n) over the edge.

"Am I to expect to wake every morning to find you taking advantage of me..........?" Roose asked as he combed his fingers thought her hair. A genuine smile coming to his lips, as (Y/n) pushed herself up onto her elbow and looked at him.

"Advantage............?"

"Of course. I awoke to find my wicked little wife with her mouth around my cock. What else would you call it.........?"

"Well, I would like to call it a pleasant start to the day.........And I did try to wake you as I needed you, but you wouldn't rouse from your slumber. So, I had to take matters into my own hands.........or mouth in this case. But if you don't want me to wake you up in such a way, I will not do it again........" (Y/n) replied, doing her best to hide her smile as she pushed the furs from her body and moved to get out of the bed. The lady laughing as she was quickly pulled back; her hand reaching up and touching Roose's cheek, as he moved over her.

"It was not a complaint, wife. And if you wish to wake me up like that every day for the rest of our lives, I will be more than happy............" The lord countered, before leaning down to kiss her. Roose sure that if anyone could see him now, they would be shocked by how different he was around his bride. He contemplating if he would still be feared, if others were to know that (Y/n) had turned him into a lovesick fool, that would do anything for the woman he truly adored. The woman that was now carrying his child.

"How are you..........?" He continued, as he placed his hand on her belly.

"We are fine. I feel no sickness at the moment. I believe that you were able to take my mind off it.......and speaking of taking my mind off things........." Roose grunting as she took his manhood in her hand; it hardening almost instantly in her palm. The Lord of the Dreadfort moving his lips to her neck and then her breasts, as she began to pleasure him with her hand. (Y/n) letting out a giggling squeal as Roose suddenly took her hand and pushed it, with the other one, above her head. The breath catching in her throat as she saw the glint in her husband's eyes. His kisses slowly creeping down from her chest to her stomach, and then her aching womanhood; her legs being pulled up over his shoulders, before his head disappeared between them.

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"Get out!" Ramsay exclaimed angrily. The poor girl that he had dragged into his bed the night before, bolting from the room like a scolded cat. Tears streaming from her eyes as she ran for her life.

He had needed someone......anyone, and she had been the poor unfortunate one that he had taken his frustrations on. And when he had heard the shouts coming from the rooms that his father now shared with his wife, Ramsay had used her again. Yet this time, instead of just being a nameless maid that he cared nothing for, she was (Y/n). The Bastard of the Dreadfort imagining his father's bride was under him, as he closed his eyes. That it was his cock that was bringing her pleasure. The sounds that he could hear from the other room, her screams, her pleadings, were because of him. Ramsay growling out (Y/n)'s name, as he spilled his seed all over her stomach. Yet when he opened his eyes again, the illusion had been broken, and he could not look at the girl any longer. Ramsay wanting nothing more than to flay the maid for not being the new Lady of the Dreadfort. And if once had not been bad enough, he could now hear (Y/n)'s voice again. It as if they were torturing him, teasing him; his father making her moan like a whore so that he could hear what he could not have. Ramsay throwing his cup across the room; water dripping down the walls as the glass shattered on impact; his frustrations getting the better of him, as he turned over the table. The feared young man quickly taking a seat back on his bed, no longer able to fight his arousal at the sound of the lady's voice. His cock springing up as he released it from his trousers; one hand gripping at the linens and furs beneath him, while the other held his manhood and firmly stroked it. Ramsay promising himself yet again, that one way or another, he would have this dream become a reality; that it would not be his hand but (Y/n)'s warm wet cunt tightening around him and milking him for all his seed. And that one way or another, his father's happiness would be his.