Turn her over

The tears in her eyes did nothing to hide the beauty of the girl beneath you, but for years you had yearned to treat her with a measure of the disrespect she had always shown you.

Pulling your cock from her slick pussy for a moment, you manhandle her on to her front and further hike up her dress revealing the peach of an arse beneath, two cheeks that glisten with youthfulness. You fight the temptation to spread those cheeks to seek the rosebud beneath, and place your hand in the centre of her back, pinning her to the bed as you place your manhood back at the entrance to her pussy.

She whimpers, "please, Jon."

You're unsure of whether she's pleading for a stop to your invasion of her body, or pleading for more.

You plunge back in to her depths, her wetness having intensified in the few seconds your cock had been gone from her hole.

You grab a handful of her hair and begin pounding her slick, teen cunt with as much **** as you can muster from this prone position. Aside from her whimpering and moaning, the only sound is the creak of the bed beneath you, and you'd be surprised if the whole of Winterfell couldn't hear the ferocity with which you embed yourself in her tight twat repeatedly, over and over.

Her moaning reaches an astounding intensity and her arms begin flailing out, her hands balled into fists, grabbing at the sheets beneath her.