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Chapter 14 by TurinTurambar TurinTurambar

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Sansa

You decide you have no time to charm the ladies of Winterfell, but you can't just leave without having tasted the most gorgeous girl in Westeros. You have Sansa brought to your chambers, then tell the guards you don't want any interruptions.

The girl looks scared, but tries to keep her composure. A true lady. You admire her perfect face; smooth and white like ivory or porcelain. Her hair is full and silky and shines in a beautiful auburn red. Her eyes are of a vivid, piercing blue. In short, she is the goddess of beauty come to earth. And now she will become the goddess of sex.

"Sansa, beautiful", you whisper while gently caressing her hair and stroking her cheek. You notice that she's quivering in fear. You kiss her forehead.

"No need to be afraid. I am just going to **** you, sweetheart. If you behave and do as I say, this will only hurt a little bit."

Sansa's eyes grow big, and tears start forming in her eyes. "P-please", she only manages to sob.

"Please what, Sansa? Are you begging me to let my men have you, fuck you into every hole until you can't think anymore?"

"N-No", she sobs.

You kiss her again. "Well, in that case you must be begging me to fuck you like a whore, right? Because those are the only two options."

Her tears are now flowing freely down her beautiful cheeks. She can't bring herself to say anything.

"What's your choice, darling?", you ask, cupping her face lovingly. "You just need to ask politely and I will give you what you want."

"P-please...", she whispers. "Please... f-f-fuck me..."

Aroused to hear such a word out of her mouth, you kiss her. "Are you begging me to fuck you in your tight asshole like a little whore, to use your body in any way I like?"

She closes her eyes, more tears streaming out. "Y-yes, milord."

"Say it."

"Please... please f-fuck me... in my tight... my tight asshole."

"Like a little whore?"

"Yes, milord."

"Say it!"

"Fuck me like a little wh-whore, milord. Please."

"With pleasure, my sweet Sansa", you answer and grab her waist.

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