Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Payment - Part 10 - Ramsay x Reader

He must admit that he was confused for a moment, he not expecting this when he had opened his door; but when he realised what this was.....who this was, he couldn't help but let a smile come to his lips. His arms tightening around the trembling woman that with holding onto him.

He had been at the wedding. Ramsay feeling as thought it was just another way for his father to belittle him. To show him that he would never be good enough. To make it quite clear that he had a she-wolf, and Ramsay had nothing. That the children Roose would give her, would be his heirs, not him. It just another reason for the young man to hate his father; another reason to let his plans develop and grow. To wait for that perfect moment when he would strike. And then......then all this, the Dreadfort, Winterfell, even the exquisite young woman that he still held to him, would be his. He would be the Warden of the North, the Lord of Winterfell, and all would respect him.......or else.

"My lady............." Ramsay finally speaking. Pulling away just enough so that he could see (Y/n)'s face. He had never seen her before his father had introduced them; but he had heard of the Flower of Winterfell. Of her beauty and intelligence. Yet he had still never expected the sight he had seen; still never expected that a goddess would find her way to the Dreadfort. Nor that that goddess would be in his arms; but here she was. Her eyes wide, breathing erratic as she looked up at him, before those beautiful eyes rolled back into her head, and she fell. Ramsay quickly catching her, taking her up into his arms and carrying her into his room.

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Carefully, he placed her on his bed; his smile returning as he could see her form through the thin material of her night gown, it illuminated perfectly by the light of the flickering candles that were dotted around his private chambers. His body instantly reacting to the sight. His father had without doubt already taken her maidenhood; the old man not having deserved that honour. Not deserving to know what it was to have something so wonderful and innocent. The notion of it, of how tight her sweet little cunt might be, causing his cock to strain against its material confines. The ache causing him to quickly undo his breeches, allowing the engorged, redden member to spring up. Ramsay instantly taking it; moaning as his palm and fingers tightened around the shaft. The young man moving to sit on the feather stuffed mattress by her side, before his free hand reached up and slowly pulled the night gown down from over (Y/n)'s breasts. His cock twitching in his hand, as his fingers ghosted over her nipples, that hardened instantly at his touch. He leaning in and taking one into his mouth, his teeth biting at, tongue circling the hardened nub; Ramsay sure that he had never tasted sweeter flesh. But he wanted more......so much more. He wanted to see what his father had seen, to know the true sweetest flesh; Ramsay sitting up, his hand moving from her rounded breast, over her stomach, down, down, down, until he came to the bottom of the thin gown. He wasting no time, pushing it up; pushing it up until the light material rested across her belly. The son of the Miller's wife having no intention of stopping now. His hand about to move apart her legs, his fingers about to delve between the soft folds; but then she moaned. Ramsay turning his gaze to see the she-wolf looking at him; her eyes dark, voice sultry as she spoke.

"Do it.......touch me. Please Ramsay. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since we met. You were all I wanted to imagine as your father took me; I closed my eyes and saw your face. I pretended that it was your body that was over me; that it was you inside me. That it was your voice that was moaning as you came undone. When your father left me, I had to find you. I had to do what I truly wanted........to give myself to you. To forget about what Roose had done and know what it was to be with a real man. A man that I felt would know how to really satisfy me; that would not be afraid of even the darkest desires......." (Y/n) told him, before her legs moved even wider; her hands kneading at her breasts. Ramsay smiled, a little bit of him thinking that was all just a dream; that at any moment he would wake and find he was alone and would have to take care of his undoubted stiff cock, by himself; only able to close his eyes and think of her. But she felt so real, smelt and sounded so real; the look in her eyes, as she continued to touch herself, so indescribably erotic. Ramsay not about to say no, not about to turn away such a beautiful creature, his father's wife or not. The fact that she wanted him, thought of him as his father fucked her, making the moment all the sweeter. Roose able to claim the she-wolf as his wife, but it appeared that that didn't mean that she would be his alone. Ramsay sure that he could do to her all the things that she had ever dreamt of in her lonely bed; that he could get her to return to him night after night so that he could fulfill every one of her desires. That he could put his child in her belly, and when he did, he would take the opportunity to put his plans into action. He would kill his father, then claim the north and (Y/n). But first...........the young man climbing onto the bed and moving in between her legs; he stroking himself a few more time, before pushing his cock inside her.