yes, this is my life and yes, you should care (3/3)thefreshappleApril 4 2012, 07:33:13 UTC
He stared down at her, amazed. Without answering, he pressed his face into her neck, licking and sucking at the skin that stretched between her throat and shoulder.
Theon shifted and Sansa saw one hand fumbling for the laces at his breeches. She felt dizzy.
He kissed her again. “We’ll go slowly, yeah?” He waited for her nod before he grinned, pushing his breeches down and Sansa sees his cock between his legs, heavy and full. Red with blood.
He ducked his head, following her gaze. When he looked up at her, his eyes were mischievous. “Suppose I’m the first you’ve seen.”
She nodded, trying not to let her fear show. She had heard of the pain that comes with the maidenhead’s break, and it terrified her - she wasn’t like Arya, unafraid of all but the worst pain. She tended to faint at even a little blood.
He positioned himself between her spread knees, holding her open. “I’ll go slowly,” was all the warning she got before he began to push in.
It felt too big, and Sansa felt like she’d break. She let out a high, keening wail at the pain.
He silenced her with another kiss, distracting her while he pushed, pushed - and she broke.
Sansa’s back arched in pain. Her arms came up across his back, her nails drawing lines across his flesh.
To her surprise, Theon moaned, his hips stuttering. “Do that again,” he panted into her ear. Sansa did, and his whole body shook.
This newfound power distracted her from the dull throb where his cock entered her, and she leaned up, kissed him for the first time that evening.
Slowly, giving her time to adjust, Theon moved his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her with little problem. Sansa realized that she must have slicked for him, and the thought warmed her. Her mind might not have been ready for him, but her body seemed to be.
It lasted longer than she expected, but soon Theon cried out and shook. Sansa felt something warm spurt inside her, and it made her quiver.
Before she could push him away and clean herself up, Theon pressed a thumb to that spot within her, that spot he had teased so perfectly with his tongue. Sansa felt her entire body seize with pleasure, and in a matter of moments, Theon held her as she shattered.
He rolled off of her, slinging his arm over her stomach. Sansa shifted her thighs, feeling. She definitely ached, but it was satisfying. She smiled, small and private.
Next to her, Theon chuckled. When she looked at him, he was watching her with his sea-eyes. “As bad as you worried?” he asked softly, pressing a wet kiss to her shoulder.
Sansa bit her lip and shook her head. No, she thought. Not as bad as she had worried at all.
Re: yes, this is my life and yes, you should care (3/3)midnightblack07April 4 2012, 08:24:39 UTC
OMGOSH THANK YOU THIS WAS PERFECT!! <33
I loved Theon's patience with her because, despite what we know of him, I can't not think that he wouldn't revere Sansa given the fact that they (more or less) grew up together (y)\
Theon shifted and Sansa saw one hand fumbling for the laces at his breeches. She felt dizzy.
He kissed her again. “We’ll go slowly, yeah?” He waited for her nod before he grinned, pushing his breeches down and Sansa sees his cock between his legs, heavy and full. Red with blood.
He ducked his head, following her gaze. When he looked up at her, his eyes were mischievous. “Suppose I’m the first you’ve seen.”
She nodded, trying not to let her fear show. She had heard of the pain that comes with the maidenhead’s break, and it terrified her - she wasn’t like Arya, unafraid of all but the worst pain. She tended to faint at even a little blood.
He positioned himself between her spread knees, holding her open. “I’ll go slowly,” was all the warning she got before he began to push in.
It felt too big, and Sansa felt like she’d break. She let out a high, keening wail at the pain.
He silenced her with another kiss, distracting her while he pushed, pushed - and she broke.
Sansa’s back arched in pain. Her arms came up across his back, her nails drawing lines across his flesh.
To her surprise, Theon moaned, his hips stuttering. “Do that again,” he panted into her ear. Sansa did, and his whole body shook.
This newfound power distracted her from the dull throb where his cock entered her, and she leaned up, kissed him for the first time that evening.
Slowly, giving her time to adjust, Theon moved his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of her with little problem. Sansa realized that she must have slicked for him, and the thought warmed her. Her mind might not have been ready for him, but her body seemed to be.
It lasted longer than she expected, but soon Theon cried out and shook. Sansa felt something warm spurt inside her, and it made her quiver.
Before she could push him away and clean herself up, Theon pressed a thumb to that spot within her, that spot he had teased so perfectly with his tongue. Sansa felt her entire body seize with pleasure, and in a matter of moments, Theon held her as she shattered.
He rolled off of her, slinging his arm over her stomach. Sansa shifted her thighs, feeling. She definitely ached, but it was satisfying. She smiled, small and private.
Next to her, Theon chuckled. When she looked at him, he was watching her with his sea-eyes. “As bad as you worried?” he asked softly, pressing a wet kiss to her shoulder.
Sansa bit her lip and shook her head. No, she thought. Not as bad as she had worried at all.
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I loved Theon's patience with her because, despite what we know of him, I can't not think that he wouldn't revere Sansa given the fact that they (more or less) grew up together (y)\
really beautifully done :)
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YAY! I'm so glad you liked it!
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and soo sweet!
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