Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Moon - Part 1 - Ramsay x Reader

For BrittneyLyons2

Ramsay and the Bastard's girls had hunted many a young woman in these woods; but this one.....oh, this one was proving to be the best hunt that they had ever had. And the longer he and the dogs chased her, the more aroused he was becoming. The thought of having her before his hounds ripped her apart; of feeling her struggle beneath him as he took exactly what he wanted, stiffening his already aroused ardour. A wicked smile coming to his lips as the pack of bitches, once more picked up her scent. The sound of their barks filling the otherwise quiet air of the woods, that were slowly getting darker by the moment. Ramsay, despite the loss of light, determined to continue until he had what he wanted.

As soon as he had caught sight of her in the courtyard of the Dreadfort, he had known that he had had to have her. The young woman, whom he had never seen before, making him actually gasp when he had seen her face. Ramsay sure that he had not once been fortunate enough to see something quite so exquisite in all his life, as the girl who was speaking to some older man; a nameless, faceless servant of the House of Bolton, that the Bastard of the Dreadfort cared nothing about. A thin smile pulling at Ramsay's lips as his mind had gone to the hunt; to the look of terror on her beautiful face as she would run through the forest in a forlorn hope that she could evade him and his girls. That she might somehow escape her fate. The stench of fear that would surround him, as he hunted his prey, intoxicating. He drunk on the terror that he would instil in her. Ramsay quickly issuing orders to his men at arms to find the girl that he had heard call (Y/n) and bring her to him. The men not needing to be told why he wanted her; they having been around the young man long enough, to know his desires. The only surviving child of Roose Bolton, surprised at how his heart had frantically beat, as she had been thrown onto the floor in front of him. Her black eyes looking deep into his, as she had finally raised his head to peer at him.

And now, here he was, just him and the Bastard's girls hunting into the night. He not caring that he had somehow lost his companions in the growing gloom. He not caring that the only reason that he could still see, was because a full moon now graced the darkening blanket of night. Ramsay only able to think of his quarry, of what he would do to her once he had caught up with her. The bastard son of the miller's wife doing his best to ignore his hard cock, as he continued through the trees.

Suddenly, he heard something; he and his dogs turning almost in unison at the sound of a snapping twig. She having done well, up until now, to avoid him and his girls; but it was the time to finish this. Ramsay not wanting to wait any longer for his prize. Not wanting to wait any longer to feel himself inside her; to be able to look down on her perfect visage, as he took her on the floor of the forest.

"You are good. I will give you that............" The wide-eyed girl turning to look at him, pushing her back up against a large tree, as she saw the son of the lord and his dogs with their eyes on her. Ramsay licking his lips; the taste of her horror in his mouth, making him moan.

"I have never had prey that could run like you have, before. None that has given me so much sport. You are quite impressive.......it obvious that you know these woods as well as I do. But your running from me, is over. Now it is time to accept your fate............" Ramsay said. His eyes blown with lust, as he took in the sight of her heaving bosom. Her skirts tattered and torn by branch and twig, just enough to reveal in shapely, strong legs that he would soon find himself between. The feared bastard steadying the hounds, before throwing his bow over his shoulders and slowly making his way towards her.

Laugh.......she was laughing. Ramsay actually stopping and staring at her, as she moved herself away from the tree and continued to laugh. The heir to House Bolton believing for a moment that he had pushed her to her limit, and her mind had broken. That the laughter was a result of sudden madness. But then, she stopped. The hated young lord, finding himself taking a step backwards as she looked at him. His heart beginning to thump frantically against the inside of his chest, as he saw her eyes glow in the gloom of the trees heavy canopy.

"You still believe that it was me that was the prey.......? I had heard that you were smarter than that, Ramsay Bolton; but it seems obvious now that some of the things that the smallfolk say about you are far from true........." Another laugh leaving her plump lips, as he ordered his hounds to attack; yet instead of ripping her apart, each of them slowing made their way over to her and stood by her side. Now glaring at their supposed master.

"It is you that is my prey. It is me that is in control. You really think I would have allowed those fools to catch me so easily, if I didn't want them to? That I would be here now, if I didn't want this to be........? You may think yourself wicked......evil......but I assure you that there are greater curses on this land than you, Ramsay.......and I am one of them.........." She growled, as she moved forward. The large hounds following her as she, step by step, drew closer to him. He quickly pulling his bow from his shoulders, notching an arrow and firing it at her, only to find it caught in mid-air; her now longer fingers and nails breaking the shaft of the arrow in two.

"What.......what are you..........? What do you want of me...........?" Ramsay managed to ask, before tumbling backwards when his heel caught a fallen branch behind him. His eyes growing wide as she loomed over him; the moonlight pushing its way through the canopy overheard and surrounding her.

"Oh, you will see, Ramsay Bolton.........You will see.........." The nesting birds scattering into the night as the cold air was split by the sound of his scream........