Fic: Untitled - Robb/Sansa
Posted at Starkcest Ficathon (AsoIaF) hosted by the_stark_words
As answer to the prompt Robb/Sansa or Jon/Sansa; rough but consensual sex. The Starks are a werewolf pack and the alpha takes his mate under the full moon.
They were children of the North, they were Starks and they were wolves. The nights when the moon was full in the sky and the Direwolves howls echoed in the castle were the nights he sought her, desperately. Like if driven by a primal instinct.
Late at night, he went to her bedchambers, moving silently by the empty hallway, his heart hammering his chest so hard it hurt. Once he was in the room, he undressed quickly and slipped under the heavy blankets beside her. Robb was the alpha male in the pack and had chosen Sansa as his mate.
Nobody knows. Just them.
Robb kissed her voraciously and got rid of her thin bedgow without the slightest courtesy. She gasped in surprise, but didn't object it. The young wolf was not in the mood to take her gently. His blood boiled in his veins with desire and need. He knew she forgot all the ladylike manners because Sansa responded eagerly, a hand slipping in between them to stroke his hardness firmly, making her older brother shudder and groan against her lips.
Pulling away, he kneeled on the bed, the blanket slid from his shoulders and pooled behind him. He flipped Sansa over, so she was laid on her stomach and drove his large hands to her hips, lifting them and dragging her towards him. Robb took her from behind as the wolves did. His hand covered Sansa’s small mouth to muffle the inevitable moans before he began to thrust with a throaty groan of satisfaction.
The girl clutched the bedsheets as he shoved his cock in and out of her roughly, not needing to see her pretty face to know it was flushed and her eyes were tightly shut. His hand left her mouth and gripped her long auburn hair turning her face to the side as he bent over to kiss her and then scrape his teeth on the base of her neck. Sansa whimpered and gasped as he rocked his hips with urgency, producing slapping sounds. It was not long before he gasped, his whole body stiffening, his mouth agape and his eyes shut tight.
He held his sister's body as it shuddered and became limp, then lowered her until she was laid on the mattress, letting himself collapse by her side.
Not so rough as it should have been, but I hope you like it.
As answer to the prompt Robb/Sansa or Jon/Sansa; rough but consensual sex. The Starks are a werewolf pack and the alpha takes his mate under the full moon.
They were children of the North, they were Starks and they were wolves. The nights when the moon was full in the sky and the Direwolves howls echoed in the castle were the nights he sought her, desperately. Like if driven by a primal instinct.
Late at night, he went to her bedchambers, moving silently by the empty hallway, his heart hammering his chest so hard it hurt. Once he was in the room, he undressed quickly and slipped under the heavy blankets beside her. Robb was the alpha male in the pack and had chosen Sansa as his mate.
Nobody knows. Just them.
Robb kissed her voraciously and got rid of her thin bedgow without the slightest courtesy. She gasped in surprise, but didn't object it. The young wolf was not in the mood to take her gently. His blood boiled in his veins with desire and need. He knew she forgot all the ladylike manners because Sansa responded eagerly, a hand slipping in between them to stroke his hardness firmly, making her older brother shudder and groan against her lips.
Pulling away, he kneeled on the bed, the blanket slid from his shoulders and pooled behind him. He flipped Sansa over, so she was laid on her stomach and drove his large hands to her hips, lifting them and dragging her towards him. Robb took her from behind as the wolves did. His hand covered Sansa’s small mouth to muffle the inevitable moans before he began to thrust with a throaty groan of satisfaction.
The girl clutched the bedsheets as he shoved his cock in and out of her roughly, not needing to see her pretty face to know it was flushed and her eyes were tightly shut. His hand left her mouth and gripped her long auburn hair turning her face to the side as he bent over to kiss her and then scrape his teeth on the base of her neck. Sansa whimpered and gasped as he rocked his hips with urgency, producing slapping sounds. It was not long before he gasped, his whole body stiffening, his mouth agape and his eyes shut tight.
He held his sister's body as it shuddered and became limp, then lowered her until she was laid on the mattress, letting himself collapse by her side.
Not so rough as it should have been, but I hope you like it.