If Everything Went Smoothly

Sansa was giddy with joy as the men carried her to her wedding bed, naked as the day she was born. Most women hated the bedding ceremony, with any perverted hedge knight getting a squeeze or two of royalty. While Sansa certainly didn't enjoy the gropes, and there were plenty, she was too elated to care. She was married to King Joffrey, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm.

She squeeled as another knight palmed her bum, and let out another as she was tossed onto the luxurious bed. Her king was soon in the room, angrily shooing the guests from the room. His crown glistened in the candlelight, and it truly made Sansa feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

"Damned Peasants," Joffrey growled, unlacing his dress shirt and letting it fall to the ground. Sansa knew he hadn't wanted the bedding to happen in the first place, but Lord Tywin had insisted. While she could only guess at his political motivations, she had felt his eyes on her.

"Yes, traitors all of them," Sansa purred, rolling onto her back and facing her husband.

"Are you mocking me?" Joffrey asked, half joking and half accusatory.

"Of course not," Sansa soothed, locking eyes with him. "You're the king, and I your Queen. In the morning you can hang them all. But right now you have more important matters to attend to." Spreading her legs, Sansa revieled her flower to him. The seductive words were still alien to her, but her handmaiden Shae had taught her well. The words definitely had an effect on the monarch, as when he dropped his pants, his member was as hard as the iron throne.

"You're right," Joffrey agreed, slowly approaching his bride. "Why talk of peasants when I have a Princess all to my self."

"Queen," Sansa corrected, sitting up and kissing her groom on the lips, savoring his taste.

"Queen," Joffrey agreed when they separated. Roughly, he pushed her down on the bed, her breasts jiggling with the impact. "I love your red hair. It's so bright and royal, and much better than the drab browns on most northerners." He lined his dick up with Sansa's virgin hole, the inflamed lips dripping with arousal. "But your not a northerner anymore, are you. You're a Lannister. You're mine!"

Without warning, Joffrey plunged into his wife, ripping past her hymen. Sansa let out a cry of pain, and before she had time to recover Joffrey pulled out and thrust back in. Tears welled in her eyes, tears of both pain and joy. She held them in, not wanting to upset her King.

"It's okay, my love," Joffrey said, burying himself to the hilt. "Let it out. I want to see all of you." Sansa smiled, letting the tears run down her cheeks. This seemed to turn her husband on even more, as he began roughly pounding in to her. She was still uncomfortable, each thrust a stab to her injured pussy. Still, she had been warned about this, and soon, just as they had said, the pain became mixed with pleasure. It was in this state of pain and pleasure that Sansa came, moaning as she did.

"Beg for it," Joffrey commanded, close to his climax. Sansa tried to oblige, but was to exhausted to do so. Regardless, Joffrey sped up his thrusts before shoving himself in ballsdeep. He unleasehd a torrent of potent cum into her fertile womb, to Sansa's delight. Once he was finished, the King collapsed on top of his wife, falling asleep almost instantly.

"Goodnight, my love," Sansa whispered, wrapping her arms around her husband, going to sleep happier than she had ever felt.