Bring Sansa

Littlefinger nods and hurries off, telling you to wait in your chambers. Before long the little bird arrives, blushing and beautiful. She looks up at the King with fear in her eyes... this has happened before.

Robert gazes down at her, staring at the suggestion of breasts under her gown, the form of her hips and her beautiful lips. He beckons her towards him, deciding if he should tell her the truth. However, his words twist in his mind as her scent floods his nostrils and he gets a view down her gown of her tight young body waiting to be breed. Robert was never known for self control.

"Sansa... you are very pretty"

Sansa blushes an ever deeper red and leans in, Kissing Robert deeply- although he gets the sense she does not truly want to. Her tongue circles his mouth, her saliva as sweet as candy as their tongues wrestle. Robert was intoxicated by it, as all thoughts of sparing her fled his mind.

As the kiss breaks he snaps back to reality, terrified that he might actually **** his best friends daughter... but she is so close... so warm and succulent.