1. A Song of Lust and Desire: Chapter VI: The One In Which Sansa And Joffrey Take A Ride


    Date: 8/2/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Fan fiction, Reluctance, Author: AryaStarkNaked, Source: sexstories.com

    CHAPTER SIX: On the King's Road Sansa was having absolutely the best day of her life. When her scheduled lemoncake brunch with Queen Cercei was cancelled upon the arrival of the honor guard to escort the King and her Father to King's Landing, her stomach was set aflutter as the Queen told Prince Joffrey - Sansa's betrothed - to entertain her. And despite the unsettling gaze of ser Ilyn Payne, and the harsh, barking laughter of the Hound, Sansa's spirits took flight. And so Sansa and Joffrey's glorious, magical day began. The pair galloped across the fertile riverlands, exploring here-and-there. Sansa could never recall being happier. When the pair stopped for a bit to eat, Prince Joffrey produced a wineskin from his pack. Sansa's eyes widened in surprise and, reverently lowering her voice, she confessed, "Father only let us have one cup, and only at feasts." Joffrey shot a sleazy yet charming smile at the beautiful and infatuated Stark girl, and chastised her by saying, "I am the Prince, and my betrothed may have as much drink as she wants." With a tentative yet relenting smile, Sansa drank a few more cups of the sweet, sweet wine when she felt the hand on her soft, supple thigh, and froze. Her cheeks burned crimson as her face and eyes tilt to Prince Joffrey. Her voice sequaks in surprise as the young man practically lunges ontop of her, causing the empty cup to tumble into the grass. Prince Joffrey kissed her aggressively, showing no skill or experience, only a primal lust. ...
    Sansa's hands lift to his narrow, weak shoulders and she mumbles to him, her mind swimming with a combination of wine and lust, "M-my Prince, you mustn't!" A strong hand surrounds her young breast, crushing her beautiful blue silken dress into her supple flesh of her breast, eliciting a mewling moan into her assailant's mouth. Lifting his sneering mouth from her plump lips, bright green eyes snarl at her and say, "I am the Prince. I take what I want." His hands move to the stag-shaped belt buckle around his waist as Sansa, still immobilized by fear, stares shocked at him. Just as the young man loosens his belt, an echoing moan reaches the pair's ears. Joffrey's eyes shot up past her at the tree line, and he murmured to Sansa, "I don't think we're alone out here." The beautiful blonde stands and, grabbing Sansa's arm, pulls her to her feet. Sansa's head spins and throbs painfully, a dull and unfamiliar ache behind her forehead. She pushes her auburn hair backward, and presses her hand to her skull. Joffrey smirks at her and says, "I want to make sure we're not interrupted, then I'll take you." Sansa can't even formulate a reply as she drunkenly stumbles with Joffrey, her arm still stuck in his vice-like grip. They tromp shortly through the treeline, to a small creek nearby, hiding behind a tree. Sansa's eys blurrily squint at the boy sitting on a rock in the small clearing, and mumbles to Joffrey, "I think I saw that boy in the entourage." Joffrey noded raptly and whispers "I ...
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