Sansa

The door creaks open and Sansa steps inside, wearing only a thin shift that clings to her skin from the immediate rush of steam. Her red hair is loose, already beginning to curl with the moisture, and her eyes widen slightly as she takes in the three of you—half-naked, glistening with sweat in the hazy heat.

“Gods, Sansa -” Robb starts, sitting up straighter.

“I… I knew you’d be here,” she says softly, cheeks already flushed from more than just the steam. Her gaze flicks from Robb to Theon, then lingers on you, Jon. There’s a nervous hunger in her eyes. “I wanted to join you. All of you.”

The air thickens instantly. Theon lets out a low, surprised laugh, but there’s clear interest in the way his eyes rake over her body. Robb hesitates only a second before a wicked grin spreads across his face.

As much as you’re intrigued by what’s prompted this behaviour, none of you want to miss out on hot, willing, pussy.

You rise first, towel still barely hanging on your hips, and offer her your hand. “Come here, little sister.”

Sansa steps closer, letting the door shut behind her. The steam swirls around her legs. Without another word she reaches down and pulls her shift up and off in one smooth motion, revealing pale, perfect skin already sheened with sweat. Her breasts are full and firm, pink nipples tightening in the heat, and the soft red patch between her thighs is already visibly damp.

Robb groans. “Seven hells…”

Theon’s towel twitches obviously as he spreads his legs wider on the bench. “Well, this just got interesting.”

You pull Sansa into the center of the room, the heat making everything slick and feverish. Your hands slide over her waist, drawing her close until her breasts press against your chest. She gasps at the contact, then moans softly as you kiss her - deep, hungry, tongues sliding together while your cock hardens rapidly beneath the towel.

Robb moves behind her first, hands cupping her breasts from behind, thumbs circling her stiff nipples as he kisses the side of her neck. Sansa whimpers into your mouth, arching back against him. Theon stands and drops his towel, his thick cock already hard and curving upward as he strokes it slowly, watching.

You break the kiss just long enough to tug your own towel away, letting your heavy cock spring free and slap against Sansa’s stomach. She looks down, eyes glassy with lust, and wraps her slender fingers around you, stroking slowly.

“Touch me,” she whispers, voice already breathy. “All of you.”

Robb’s hand slides down her belly and between her legs. His fingers part her slick folds, finding her cunt soaked and hot. “She’s dripping,” he growls against her ear, pushing two fingers inside her with a wet sound. Sansa cries out, thighs trembling.

You drop to your knees in front of her, pushing Robb’s hand aside for a moment so you can bury your face between her legs. Her cunt is sweet and scalding, slick with arousal that coats your tongue as you lick long, slow stripes up her slit, sucking gently on her swollen clit. Sansa’s hand fists in your hair, moaning loudly - high, needy sounds that echo off the stone walls.

Theon steps closer, guiding his cock to her lips. Sansa opens eagerly, taking him into her mouth with wet, slurping sounds while Robb kneads her breasts and pinches her nipples. You keep devouring her cunt, tongue fucking into her tight hole, tasting every fresh gush of her juices as the steam makes everything slippery and filthy.

Sansa’s moans vibrate around Theon’s cock as her hips rock against your face. Robb’s voice is rough behind her: “Such a greedy little sister…”

You rise again, cock throbbing, and lift one of Sansa’s legs, pressing the thick head against her dripping entrance. With one slow, powerful thrust you sink into her cunt, groaning at the scorching, velvet grip. She’s even tighter in the heat, walls rippling and squeezing around every inch as you stretch her open.

“Fuck… Jon…” she gasps around Theon’s cock, the words muffled and wet.

You start fucking her with deep, rolling strokes - slow but relentless - while Robb presses against her back, his own cock sliding between her ass cheeks. The lewd, wet sounds of your cock pumping into her soaked pussy mix with her desperate, cock-muffled moans and the slap of sweat-slick skin.

The room grows even hotter, steam thicker, as the three of you begin to properly claim her.