The Wolf and the Blade (GOT Story closed for HCJ22)

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OOC: Dear readers – this is a departure from the story line in game of Thrones. Please know that in this narrative, there is no “Reek” and this has never taken place.

Sansa walked the battlements of Winterfell, her blue eyes casting a weary gaze over the landscape. What once had been a place of safety and family was now a cage. Of course, at least this cage was a familiar one and she was now distanced from the Lannisters, as much as anyone could be distanced from them anyway.

She knew this marriage had been an attempt to shame her. Her years at the Red Keep had forced her to grow up quickly, to build her own set of battlements around her mind and heart. Her once innocent eyes were now sharp and calculating. She paused and rested her hands on the stone of the battlement and looked over the Godswood. There were some things that didn’t piece together and that was what troubled her.

Before she was wed to the Ramsay Snow, Ramsay the Bastard, only recently Ramsay Bolton, she had heard tales of his savagery, of his seeming ruthless insanity. The tales of the family and their brutality were well known. While he had indeed not been kind to her, he had been cold and mean and locked her in her room, she had not seen any evidence of these tales. He had not even come to consummate their marriage. He had merely walked with her into their rooms and locked the door behind her. It was only recently that she was allowed to walk Winterfell.

She began to walk the battlements and tried to see the angles. What did he plan to gain from this? The only thing that mattered to the world was her name. Her well-being had not been of anyone’s concern since her strange, also unconsummated mock marriage to the dwarf. Many had feigned interested, but it didn’t take long for her to realize that she was only worthy what she could do for them.

She walked back towards the great hall. The sun was setting and, even in her dark grey wool dress, black cape, and gloves, she knew it would be no match for the cold that the darkness would bring. Besides, she was supposed to dine with her husband this evening.

While not overly enthused, when she returned to her chambers she was dressed for dinner. Her life had not seen color in so long that she no longer cared for it. She donned a black dress with a scooped neckline. She had her maid pull back her hair so that it flowed down her back in a waterfall of fire. She also donned her necklace, the steel circle and chain, though cold against her skin, felt like shield against the world.

She entered the great hall to see Ramsay standing before the roaring fire, the table laid for the both of them, no one bust servants in site. Her eyes skimmed the perimeter as she walked with sure, steady steps towards the table.

“My Lord”, she said as she reached the table.

She allowed the servant to pull out her chair and she was seated. She knew not what expect from this evening, but she had prepared herself for the worst. Perhaps tonight would be the night her jailor revealed his true colors.

 

[HCJ22]

It was not long ago that House Bolton betrayed Sansa Stark’s family. Ironically, even as still being pledged to House Lannister, Ramsay ended up wedding Sansa, thanks to an arrangement orchestrated by Lord Petyr Baelish. It allowed the young man to become legitimized and it allowed Lord Ramsay to have some level of control in his life. Since his father admitted to nearly murdering his mother and Ramsay himself when the child was presented to him, it felt like everyday was being loved on borrowed time.

For too long, Ramsay felt like he was just a piece of meat, wasting away, doing nothing. He did not necessarily care about making his father proud or making his father love him, because love was quite an odd emotion for Ramsay to understand. However, he did care about making something out of his life, of being powerful – being in control. As of now, Ramsay was the only living child of Roose Bolton, which meant he would one day inherit the lead of this glorious House.

Until then, there was jobs to do. One of those many jobs involved consummating the marriage. As expected, Sansa Stark was quite hesitant to even be touched by him, much less consummating. In this culture, though, it was not like the woman’s choice mattered that often. Marriages were often consummated, even if by force, on the first night. Despite the reputation, Ramsay did something surprising, he did something humane – Ramsay actually did not force himself onto Sansa. She said no, and he nodded his head, told her that was okay, and excused her to her own room.

The way Sansa looked at him was the way most of Winterfell looked at him – like a monster. Sure, reputations were usually relevant, but that did not mean Ramsay acted that way all the time. Even the hardest of men had soft spots. It just happened that this one had a soft spot for Sansa Stark. Easily, she was the most beautiful woman of Westeros. He thought it was something about her red hair that really made her stand out, since he did not see it often. Her eyes were so deep and her skin looked so soft.

Undoubtedly, she had been through much in her life – not much of it good. Ramsay wanted to change that – to give her something where she felt safe, cared about. Once the servant pulled out his own chair, Ramsay silently took a seat at the small table across from Sansa. The plates were already filled, so the servants quietly walked away, leaving the Lord and Lady to their meal.

“How is your evening, my Lady?” Most of the time, the female seemed to ignore him when he tried to talk to her or be around her. At the table was really the only time it felt like she would be responsive since there was nowhere to run. “It’s a beautiful night. I was wondering if you’d like to take a walk with me outside.” Again, he was just trying to find the chance to spend more time with her, but again, he would never force anything, which was why he let her be when she showed signs of wanting to get away.

 

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Her cool blue eyes looked across the table at her husband. She knew the consummation would happen sooner or later, though she planned to avoid it as long as possible, or at least until she could secure some draught so that she wouldn’t be conscious during it. Given her experience powerful men, or at least, men that thought they were powerful, she knew it wouldn’t be pleasant. Not that marriage was ever pleasant for the woman, with the exception of her parents of course.

She blocked the thought of her parents out of her head, burying it as deep as possible in her mind. When he spoke, she forced a small smile.

“My evening is well my Lord.” She responded and then allowed a napkin to be placed in her lap as a servant filled her trough with food. Once her wine cup was filled, she took a sip of it before responding further.

“If that is what you wish my Lord.” She told him. Her stomach churned a bit as she thought of being alone with him in a situation where he would be nearer her person.

She attempted to eat though in truth her stomach fought every small bite. She had only eaten a small piece of bread and a bite of chicken before she threw in the towel. She had the trough and napkin removed and folded her hands in her lap as Ramsay ate. It would be rude to leave him on his own and she didn’t wish to spark his ire.

“How are your plans going to destroy my family home and name?” She asked as if she has asked nothing more than his thoughts on the weather. She knew she shouldn’t have said it, but the fire in her still burned bright. She planned to escape this place, to find help with her Aunt. While she was attempting to be non-threatening, the anger churned deep in her gut.

 

[HCJ22]

At first, it appeared like progress was being made. The Lady agreed to take a walk with him, which meant they would be alone. That was a first. As the meal continued, the mood quickly took a sour turn. Considering her appetite was diminished, Ramsay sensed something was wrong. His thoughts were only confirmed midway through the meal when she posed the question about his plans to destroy her family name and home. Well – damn. So much for that, right? Just when Ramsay thought they were turning the corner, she took ten steps back. It was quite indecent of the woman to say such a thing. After all, what had Ramsay done to Sansa, specifically, since she had been his wife?

Ramsay respected her, gave her distance, did not force her into anything – to his knowledge, the only slights against him she could possibly have involved the past, involved the stories about himself and his father. So, when she made the comment, Ramsay sighed quietly, gently placing his silverware down onto the napkin. At first, the husband was going to respond to his wife, but thought better of it. Last time Ramsay checked, his father made the decisions that ended with her family’s death, with the ruining of her home. Was the son responsible for the sins of the father?

Things were different, now. Ramsay was in charge. “I do believe that is all I can eat for tonight. If you’re not feeling well, I suppose we should save the walk for another evening.” There was frustration in his voice – not necessarily at Sansa, but frustration about the general situation. He craved to break past this shell of hers, to explore a new side that they could have together. Unfortunately, Sansa continued to deny him of this pleasure. Plus, he was looking forward to the physical aspect of consummating as well, not just the emotional connection. Was there even a point in going on a walk with her if she was going to act like this?

 

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She watched his reaction carefully, taking note of every movement and the tone of his voice. She heard the frustration and could understand it. She supposed, on some level, that he too was forced into this marriage by the will of others. She felt it was a pity really. He wasn’t unattractive. He had beautiful blue eyes and thick black hair. Had they met years before she probably would have done her best to be seated at his table. However, others had made her hard and cold, she had to protect herself above all costs.

“I would…be glad to take a walk with you.” She said finally. It was a calculated move. He had yet to treat her badly or force her to do anything. Even she knew that if she did not allow herself to bend a little, it would only be worse for her. For now, they were tied together and knowing what his plans were could only help her.

She allowed the servant to pull her chair back and she stood. “Please have my cloak and gloves brought to me.” She told the servant and then moved to stand near the fire.

They were brought quickly, her maid putting her cloak around her shoulders and handing Sansa her gloves before quickly flittering off into the background. Sansa stood near the fire as she waited for Ramsay, hoping to keep some of the heat in her cloak when he was ready. She slipped her black leather gloves over her hands, wiggling her fingers until they were properly in place.

“Shall we my Lord?” She asked, taking his arm when it was offered.

 

[HCJ22]

Ramsay curiously wondered what sparked the changing of decision by the female. His own eyes studied the redhead closely, attempting to decipher what ulterior motive she might have, but none could be found. After the cloak and gloves were brought forward, it was time to get moving. Willingly, Ramsay took Sansa’s arm, locking in tight as they walked out of the dining hall.

Winterfell was always cold, so there was never a “good” time to take a walk. Something about late night walks always appealed to Ramsay, which was why he suggested this. It would be nice to finally get some alone time with his wife.

Beyond that, he noted how it was the first time he could touch her. Granted, just linking arms with the female was not all he wished to do, but it was a solid beginning considering she would coil away if he stood within five feet of her before tonight.

Once they walked out of the keep and into the courtyard, Ramsay took a deep breath of the clean air, admiring the settings. Winterfell was a beautiful place to him – and he loved the cold, oddly enough.

“Thank you for taking this walk with me, my Lady.” It was the first thing he said to her once they were outside. Ramsay was not exactly sure what to say since he figured anything he said would have been twisted against him, so he was approaching carefully.

“I enjoy being able to spend time with you. I do hope this is a trend we can begin now.” He did truly feel blessed to be in her presence. Sansa Stark was on a high pedestal in his eyes.

 

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She gave him a tight smile and a nod as he thanked her for joining him. Her reasons were far from romantic but if he enjoyed it then it could only be to her benefit.

“It would seem that we are at the mercy of our lineage.” She added softly as they walked. She had always enjoyed the godswood. She did her best not to think of her family then, of the last time the entire family had prayed there before going to King’s Landing. She instead took in the beauty of the trees and tried to relax a bit.

“We each have bloody histories, in different ways. Pawns for the Lannister’s to get their way.” She added, remaining calm and swallowing the venom that she wished to spew upon them. After a moment she stopped and faced him.

“What puzzles me is, that you don’t seem to be the man that I have heard tales of. You have yet to consummate our match or make any mention of it,” She began, inquisitive blue eyes looking into his own, “What is your end game Lord Bolton?”

 

[HCJ22]

When their eyes locked, Ramsay shifted. In the dining hall, in the public eye, he tried to keep a somewhat neutral stance so the people could not see exactly what was going on behind closed doors. He stopped walking and suddenly reached down, tightly grabbing Sansa’s wrist. She was yanked towards him, fury in his eyes.

“I don’t know how you’ve been treated before. Honestly, I don’t care. Maybe, in the past, you’ve gotten away with insubordination. You don’t get to ask questions. You don’t get to do anything, except what I say.”

The grip on her wrist tightened, though considering the layers she wore, he doubted it would leave a mark – not like he even cared, anyways.

“We will consummate tonight. You will allow me into your room. Do you want me to make your life a living hell, lady Sansa? I can do it. I have the North under my rule now. I don’t even need a Stark anymore. If you continue to keep this act up, you might become a meal for my dogs. You are replaceable. Do you understand?"

 

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Sansa hadn’t expected him to grab her wrist and for a moment, her face reflected this. She gasped slightly as he pulled her towards him, icy fire reflected in his blue eyes. Her heart raced as the silence and politeness shattered and Ramsay showed his true colors. This was what she had expected, had prepared for.

She tried to yank her wrist away but his grip was like iron. After a few forceful tugs she broke free, or he let go. She wasn’t sure which is was but it didn’t keep her from rubbing her arm.

“Your name may have changed, but you’re still a bastard.” She told him, her eyes staring hard into his own with more courage than she felt.

They were in the thick of the Godswood now and she walked towards the great tree, her eyes piercing it’s bark for answers that it would not give. She clenched her jaw for a moment before turning back to her husband. She thought it a true pity that such a withered soul was wrapped in such a beautiful package. His eyes haunted her and she tried to blink away her thoughts on this.

“Consummate? You haven’t even had the courage to kiss me, much less do anything else.” she said haughtily. “I’m going to my chambers.”

With that she started to walk away from the tree. Instinct told her that she should give him a wide berth but her pride wouldn’t allow her to show such cowardice. She bumped into him as she started to walk away, trying to prove how little she thought of his threats.

 

[HCJ22]

Lady Sansa Stark knew exactly what to say, to get underneath Lord Ramsay's skin. His blood was boiling, his fists were clenched. Did this bitch really think she was going to get away with this? Honestly, Ramsay tried - he tried his damn hardest to be different. Where did that get him? Nowhere. Sansa had overstayed her welcome with the new side of Ramsay.

The girl did not appreciate him, his kindness. It was time that she learned who was in charge. As soon as their shoulders touched, it was on. Reaching down, Ramsay gripped her wrist, harder than before. It was a vice grip, wanting to ensure that the female could not escape his clutches again. His eyes were baring into hers, a look of rage in his eyes.

"You ungrateful bitch." To the nearest tree, Sansa was pinned. Her back was against the wide trunk of the tree, pinning one arm against the tree, using his other hand to pin the female's other arm up as well. He was too much of a coward to take a kiss? Oh - he was going to do so much more than just take a kiss from her.

Suddenly, he lurched forward, slamming their lips together, sliding his tongue, forcing its way into her mouth. His body was pressed against hers entirely. Sansa's first time was not going to be in a bedroom, in a romantic setting, or anything like this. She was going to get fucked hard, out in the woods, however he wanted. Ramsay was eager to have some fun with his wife, after having been so recklessly patient.

 

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Sansa’s eyes opened wide as he grabbed her wrist and suddenly pushed her against the large trunk of one of the Godswood trees. She was raising her hand to slap him soundly across the face when he grabbed her hand and pinned it against the tree along with the rest of her.

She felt his mouth press against her own and she jerked at first. His tongue forced it’s way into her mouth and she was surprised at the odd sensation. It was warm and sweet tasting. She blinked a few times as her mind became confused with the sensation that should have disgusted her, but his lips were soft, even in the pressure of the kiss she could feel them. She started to close her eyes and then rallied her mind back and pulled her face away, turning it to the side.

“Let me go this instant.” She told him coldly, her eyes staring at the ground, despite the thumping of her heart beneath her ribs.

 

[HCJ22]

“You do not give orders.”

The voice was cold, distant, and aggressive. Sansa was at Ramsay’s mercy, now. The next choice was deciding whether he should fuck her against the tree or take her elsewhere. Nearby, there was a wooden table placed in the middle of the godswood, giving those going for strolls a place to rest, view the scenery. Perfect. The male suddenly yanked her arms down from the tree, but kept a tight grip on the redhead.

Sansa would find herself pulled towards the nearby table where Ramsay kicked a couple chairs out of the way. Face first, he pushed her down, bent over the table, her ass in the air. Even if she struggled against him, Ramsay did his best to pull her arms behind her back.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this, my Lady. I can tell that you need this – you need to be fucked. Hard.” Ramsay whispered this in a seductive manner, even if there was nothing seductive about this situation, but to Ramsay, this was quite romantic and sultry.

 

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Sansa cried out when Ramasy pulled her from the tree and slammed her torso against the table. She struggled and managed to twist herself around so that she was on her back and facing him.

“Clearly you’re unable to please a woman or else you wouldn’t have to force one.” She growled at him.

She pushed her hands towards his face, wrestling against his grip. She had enjoyed the kiss more than she cared to admit but the rest of her body wasn’t ready for this. She made one last effort to get off of the table which resulted in them both tumbling to the ground, Ramsay on top of her, her hands pinned above her head.

“Why must you be so horrid!” she growled in his face.

 

[HCJ22]

Okay. So, it looked like Sansa wanted to be taken on the ground. Her comment about his inability to please a woman fell on deaf ears, considering that he knew better. Ramsay was going to show her the ability he had.

“You’re quite a feisty thing. Let’s see if we can fix that.”

A belt was removed from his pants. It was quickly wrapped around her wrists, tightened against her hands, binding them together.

“I’ve always wanted to see how attractive you looked when you were bound. This isn’t rope, but it will do.” Now, he could pin both of her arms down, just using one hand.

“Unluckily for you, the fighting just turns me on. I’m sure you can feel me right now.”

 

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She struggled as he belted her hands together, their breath mingling together in the cold winter air. She hated that kiss, hated that he smelled good. She pursed her lips and struggled against him. A pulse of energy shot through her, a thrill perhaps, when she did indeed, feel the reaction he was having to her. It made her feel odd.

She finally stopped struggling and instead looked at him with defiance. She knew there must have been some kindness in him, he had been fairly civil up to now. She accepted the fact that there was no way to get out of her current situation, that he had pinned her to the ground and his strength would not allow her to escape him. Her attempt at freedom had only served to make her situation worse.

“You may be able to do what you want as my husband but you can’t make me enjoy any second of this…this savagery!”

 

[HCJ22]

“We’ll see.”

It sounded like a challenge – a challenge that Ramsay was up for facing. How could he dehumanize her, even more? How could he make Sansa’s evening more of a living hell? The dress she had on – there were dozens of dresses in her wardrobe, so did it matter if one was torn?

Deciding to reach down, between her legs, Ramsay yanked at the material, ripping the dress right down the center. It allowed the Lord to pull the material away from her legs, providing him an unimpeded path to play with.

He waisted no time, placing one hand over her mouth, the other hand inside of her underwear. He doubted she would scream, but that was besides the point. Ramsay had a thing about gags and pretty women. He might not have had something to gag her with, necessarily, right now, so his hand was just as good.

“I wonder if you’re already wet.” Ramsay teased, sliding a finger inside of his wife.

 

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Sansa cried out against the hand on her mouth and squirmed away from his touch. Between the tumble and her squirming, her breasts were now heaving out of top of her corset, displaced enough that her pale pink nipples stood erect against the icy cold.

She squeezed her legs shut trying to keep his hand out, moving her hips to the side beneath him. She tried to move her head but hand was clamped onto her mouth in such a way that it made movement impossible.

 

[HCJ22]

“You are so… beautiful.” Ramsay whispered quietly, eyes locked with the female.

The look on his face – it was a sadistic look. It was something that mimicked what a man would look like when he saw his love’s body for the first time. It was somewhat true here, but it was not as romantic as the conceptual idea might have it. Sansa was his – his pet, his wife – all his. She looked so damn gorgeous tied up, her cries sounded sexy with his hand over her mouth. Ramsay was more turned on now than ever before.

Even as she tried to squirm away, he kept his finger inside of her, rubbing up and down on her walls, massaging them with a ferocity, waiting until he felt like she was wet enough. To amuse himself, he did finally release his hand from her mouth so he could work on pulling his own underwear down. “We are ready to begin.”

 

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She gasped as he released his hand from her mouth and could smell the musk of him as he removed his pants. Her legs were clamped together hard as she closed her eyes and her eyes stared up towards the clear winter sky, the stars now starting to sparkle in the them.

She finally stopped fighting him and took a few deep breaths. “Please don’t hurt me…” she said in a final plea.

 

[HCJ22]

“I’m not going to hurt you, my love. I’m going to make you feel exquisite.”

After making the promise, Ramsay wrenched her legs free from each other, keeping them open by driving his knee into the ground, between her legs. Then, Ramsay decided to have a little fun with her breasts, helping them out of the rest of the corset. The first thing he did was wrap his lips around one of her nipples. His tongue circled the areola, teased the tip, and circled the areola again. A moan left his lips as he did this, bringing one hand up to pinch her other nipple. The free hand covered her mouth again, because his favorite thing in the bedroom was to hear the sexy, muffled noises that would come from behind her mouth.

“Let’s see how you like me playing with your tits. I’ve desired to kiss them for such a long time.”

 

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Sansa prepared herself for the onslaught, assuming he was about to sink himself in her to his hilt only to have his warm mouth come down on her nipple. There was a moment of confusion as she looked down. When he said he was going to make her feel exquisite, she hadn’t believed him. Men never cared for women’s pleasure and she felt like Ramsay ESPECIALLY didn’t care.

She gasped as his tongue moved around her nipple, closing her eyes and biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from moaning. She was soon relieved of this responsibility as he put his hand over her mouth. Her eyebrows kneaded together as he continued to tease her, a whimper escaping her mouth, though blessedly muffled against his hand.

Her breathing changed and she watched at his hand on her nipple and she felt an ache begin low in her belly. She tentatively tried to move away as his hand moved down her body but she her eyes were transfixed on his hand. Even his bated words seemed to make her stomach swirl.

 

[HCJ22]

So far, so good. The muffled whimper was not something that Ramsay dismissed. Oh, no – he heard it loud and clear. It turned him on, it made his cock grow harder. His eyes grew darker, lidded over with arousal and desire. Sex was nothing new to him, but no girl had ever looked so attractive or acted like such a perfect bondage pet.

Even if he was certain that she was probably wet enough, he did not stop. It seemed like the breasts were a soft spot for the Lady. That was something he could use to his advantage repeatedly. He switched it up a bit, focusing his lips on her other breast and nipple, now shifting his hand to the mound of flesh that his mouth previously attended.

The same attention was given to each before he was finally finished, now dropping his hand back down to slide inside of her to feel just how wet she was.

“Oh, it seems like you’re enjoying yourself already. I knew you would. You’re going to feel incredible when we begin to make love. I can already imagine how sexy you will sound when I am inside of you.”

 

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Her body betrayed her as his lips and hands touched and teased her sensitive nipples. The more he teased her, the more painful the throbbing between her legs grew. She was no idiot, she parents had made her well aware of a woman’s duty to her husband and the facts behind what was expected. However, she had never been told that it would feel like…this.

Right now it felt good and bad, clean and dirty, scary and exciting. She was usually in complete control of herself but now, now the bastard had her questioning herself. She squirmed as he moved his hand down, though this time it was not for fear of pain but for fear of embarrassment.

When he reached down between her legs, she turned beet red from her toes to her dusky rose nipples. She could feel her own dampness, feel the ache that was now there. She whimpered in frustration with her own body. When he moved his fingers, he touched something that made her gasp, sending a wave of pleasure through her body, though she didn’t think he did it on purpose.

She soon felt his fingers delving into her velvety softness, now slick with the honey he had coaxed from her. She suddenly turned angry that he was able to do this to her, to make her feel one thing and think another. She opened her mouth as best she could and bit down on the palm of his hand in protest.

 

[HCJ22]

When Sansa opened her mouth to bite down on his hand, Ramsay hissed, retracting his hand as soon as he could. “You bitch.” Ramsay muttered underneath his breath. It seemed like she would need to be broken down a bit more before he decided to use his hand as a gag. No worries, though. The need to have a gag in her mouth was strong, so he compromised. Without even saying a word, his hands went down for that thin material of dress she had on again.

It was so easy to tear, just simply ripping a strip of the dress off. His hand pulled away from her vagina, just focusing on preparing the gag.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl and open your mouth for me? Let’s get a better gag over your lips.”

He doubted she was going to listen, but the joke was on her, after all. If the female opened her mouth, then he placed the cloth in between her teeth and tied it around the back of her head, completing a cleave gag. If she refused, that was fine, too. The strip was big enough to just cover over her mouth instead of in between her lips.

It would be an over-the-mouth gag that way. Either way, she would find herself gagged again, now with her arms pinned back down above her head. Before entering her, he continued to play with her tits, squeezing the flesh as he kissed her over the gag that covered her lips, a grin on his face as they kissed. Gagged kisses were even hotter in his opinion. He loved this even more than regular ones.

 

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Part of her got a thrill from the hiss her bite elicited from his lips. The moonlight brought out the angle of his jaw and the blue of his eyes. Part of her wanted to kiss him and run her hands through his thick black hair, but even as she pondered this confused thought, he brought a piece of cloth towards her mouth. She started to protest, only to have the cloth moved between her teeth and tied behind her head. She wanted to fight him again but her body was working against her. She closed her eyes when he began to suck on her nipples again and was unable to stifle the moan that came from her lips.

He entered her suddenly and she felt her maidenhead give way. She cried out for a moment at the temporary pain and tried to move away from him. She felt the hardness of his body against her and knew, like any other heavy stone, that she could not move him. When he started to move the pain ebbed away into something different. She felt filled and could feel something being stroked deep inside of her. Any sense of logic she had left seemed to melt away with every movement.

She found herself relax her legs and moan as he moved inside of her. Her hands, though bound held on to the rough callused hand that pinned them. Her head tilted back slightly as she he moved and she wrapped one of her legs around his calf.