Pick the Door

Bran pulls out a pocket knife and inserts it into the lock, twisting and turning with some difficulty until he hears a soft click over the sound of Sansa's wails.

Bran swings the door open to a stunning scene. Ramsay is on the far left, sneering at Sansa and making lude remarks. Sansa is on the knees by the bed, her dress torn into shreds and her body mostly on display. Bran drew his sword and swung at Ramsay, the blade lodging itself deep into his neck. Ramsay stuttered for a moment before falling over, dead.

Bran finally turned his attention to his sobbing sister, her makeup running and her face red from crying. He felt his cock harden. Sansa stood and hugged him deeply, pressing her nearly naked body against his stiff cock, causing it to harden even further quite painfully.

She broke the hug but stayed temptingly close, her breath soft on his face and her scent intoxicating. Bran felt his mind being assailed by something- SOMEONE- telling him to throw Sansa onto the bed and take her precious body there and then. Bran fought the sensation off, but just barely.

Sansa sniffed and looked up at him "How can I repay you? You saved me. He was going to **** me again Bran."