Fic: Twice the Joy
Title: Twice the Joy
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Asha/Theon, Theon/Sansa, Asha/Sansa/Theon
Word Count: 1508
Summary: Asha makes Theon's fantasy come true. Plot, what plot? ;)
Enticements Warnings: Incest, infidelity, threesome, references to pegging, sex toy.
Note: For curtana. This fic is set in the same 'verse as her fics Hush and None Of Us Are Whole.
“How’s your bride, little brother?” Asha licked the head of his cock. “Is she better than me?”
Theon moaned. He had meant what he told Sansa; he’d truly intended to keep to her bed as long as she pleased him, and she’d pleased him in the moon they had been married. But when Asha pulled him into an alcove, pushed him against the wall, and dropped to her knees before him, he’d been powerless to resist her.
Asha gently massaged his balls. “Does she keep you well satisfied?”
“Yes,” Theon said. It was a lie though. Sansa did please him and he was growing fonder of her every day, but she would never think to treat him as his sister did, to dominate him.
“Truly? Do I need to lend her my whale bone cock, or does she have one of her own? Does she push you facedown on your marriage bed and fuck that tight little arse?”
He couldn’t imagine having that conversation with Sansa. Ned Stark’s precious daughter would be shocked if her lord husband ever asked such a thing of her. He hadn’t even worked up the nerve to suggest she use her mouth on his cock yet. He groaned as Asha took nearly his whole length into her mouth. He had always wondered whether ladies sucked cock, but the only one he’d ever bedded was his sister and Asha was no proper lady.
He muttered a complaint as her warm, wet mouth left him. But what she said next had him spilling him seed anyway.
“But do you keep her satisfied? Perhaps it’s her I ought to use my cock on.”
The image of Asha fucking Sansa was so sweet that he would have given up his lordship to see it for real at that moment. While he tongued Asha’s cunt, he imagined Sansa doing it in his place or Asha doing it to Sansa, and soon he was hard again.
Asha gave him a quick grope and grinned. “I’m not a greedy woman. Your wife can have this one.”
Sansa was such an obedient thing. She wouldn’t balk if he told her that he was bringing another woman to their bed. He might have done it if it had been some common wench. But only the dragons could bed their sisters without being thought of as perverse, and he was a kraken. It would have to remain a fantasy.
“You want to be a good wife, don’t you?” Asha Greyjoy asked her.
“I do, my lady,” Sansa replied, watching her warily. She still did not know what to make of her husband’s sister. Asha wore fine gowns befitting a lady, but she carried a dagger at her hip and an axe across her back. She captained a ship of her own, and it was said that she took lovers. At first Sansa had thought she disliked her, but Asha had been friendly enough lately. Perhaps she’d heard the lies they said about Sansa not being a maiden and thought her unworthy of her brother until Theon told her the truth. But that made little sense. Surely a woman who had lovers would not care whether Sansa had been a maiden or not.
“You want to please your lord husband?” She was smiling.
“More than anything.” It was not quite the truth, though once upon a time she’d wanted nothing more than to be a perfect wife to a handsome loving knightly husband. But she was trying. She wanted to make this bleak place a home for herself and the children she would bear some day as much as for Theon. However she doubted Asha cared about the new tapestries she’d ordered. The look in her eyes and the quirk of her lips reminded Sansa of Theon on the nights he led her from the hall early. She blushed, wondering if she was not pleasing Theon that way and he’d asked his sister to speak with her.
“I’d like to help you. Will you let me?”
“What would you have me do?”
Asha stood and took her hand to lead her. “Watch, Sansa, just watch.” She hid Sansa behind a tapestry in a dark room in the Bloody Keep and bid her not to reveal herself until called for.
Sansa was uncomfortable but not surprised when Asha left and returned with a man, thinking that she would have to watch them together. She was right; she didn’t please Theon in bed, and now she’d have to learn from his sister. She was beyond shame by now, resigned to the apparent fact that she’d displeased the gods somehow and they would punish her all her life. Then she recognized the man as her husband. She frowned, puzzled. Did Asha mean for her to hear his complaints from his own lips?
They kissed.
Sansa’s mouth went slack and her jaw dropped as she watched her husband kiss his sister. This was what they had accused Cersei Lannister and her brother the Kingslayer of; this was the same crime that had cost poor Tommen his head. How could Theon do such a thing? But then, he’d betrayed Robb, and he’d killed those little boys and stuck their heads on the walls of Winterfell. He was capable of anything.
Asha was saying filthy things as Theon’s hands and mouth moved over her body. Sansa felt her face heat despite the circumstances. Surely Asha only said such things to inflame their passions; surely they didn’t actually do them. Surely they didn’t want her to do them.
But Asha was taking things out of a small sack. She turned and Sansa’s view was blocked by Theon. When she could see Asha again, something the size and shape of a manhood - a large one - jutted from her hips. Theon crouched on the bed and took the thing into his mouth. Sansa clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. This was awful. It was worse than any of many terrible things they said about the Ironborn. Yet watching it made her feel the same way she felt when she dreamt of the Hound or when Theon took her into his arms.
Theon got onto his hands and knees, plainly offering himself to his sister. Asha only laughed and slapped his arse. “This is for Sansa,” she said. She looked at where she’d hidden Sansa and called to her, “Come, sweet sister.”
Sansa stepped out from behind the tapestry shyly. She expected Theon to be horrified, perhaps to cover himself and offer excuses. Instead he moaned and stroked his manhood.
“I should go,” she said, standing still before the bed.
“Stay,” Theon said.
It was a wife’s duty to obey her husband, Sansa reminded herself. She wasn’t responsible for this. It was all Theon’s doing, him and his wicked sister. Sansa was only being a good wife.
His sister’s kisses were even wilder than his. She was sandwiched between them; Theon behind her, nuzzling her neck as his fingers teased her between the legs, and Asha in front, kissing her and pressing their breasts together.
“Prepare her,” Asha told Theon, and he obeyed. He eased Sansa forward onto all fours and griped her arse tightly as he licked her. Sansa was nearly at the peak of her pleasure when Asha gave her next command.
“Stop. It’s my turn. I wonder whose cock she’ll like more, little brother.”
Sansa felt Asha’s artificial manhood begin to enter her. It was bigger than Theon’s, and harder. Someone - she wasn’t sure whether it was Asha or Theon - rubbed the little nub between her legs until all discomfort was gone. Asha was careful, even gentler than her brother had been when he’d taken Sansa the first time. She eased the thing into Sansa slowly and didn’t try to make her take more than she could.
Theon knelt in front of Sansa and put his manhood to her lips, but she turned her head away. Asha laughed.
“I think I’ll buy good sister Sansa one of these, and then we’ll both fuck you. We’ll flip a coin to see who gets your arse and who gets your mouth.”
The image those words put into Sansa’s head should have disgusted her, but she could see Theon as Asha had described him and it made her feel powerful. The next thrust of Asha’s hips sent her over the edge, making her cry out wordlessly. Asha withdrew and petted her hair tenderly for a moment, ignoring Theon as he frantically stroked himself.
Sansa watched as Asha rode Theon, too drowsy with content to remember to be horrified. Perhaps Theon would make her do it again; maybe he’d even bring his sister to their marriage bed tonight. Sansa would do her best to be a good wife.
“I think I’ll sail to the Stepstones and see if those pirates have any new trinkets for me,” Asha told her brother and his wife. She winked at Theon. “But don’t fear, little brother. I’ve left a gift for you with Sansa.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Asha/Theon, Theon/Sansa, Asha/Sansa/Theon
Word Count: 1508
Summary: Asha makes Theon's fantasy come true. Plot, what plot? ;)
Enticements Warnings: Incest, infidelity, threesome, references to pegging, sex toy.
Note: For curtana. This fic is set in the same 'verse as her fics Hush and None Of Us Are Whole.
“How’s your bride, little brother?” Asha licked the head of his cock. “Is she better than me?”
Theon moaned. He had meant what he told Sansa; he’d truly intended to keep to her bed as long as she pleased him, and she’d pleased him in the moon they had been married. But when Asha pulled him into an alcove, pushed him against the wall, and dropped to her knees before him, he’d been powerless to resist her.
Asha gently massaged his balls. “Does she keep you well satisfied?”
“Yes,” Theon said. It was a lie though. Sansa did please him and he was growing fonder of her every day, but she would never think to treat him as his sister did, to dominate him.
“Truly? Do I need to lend her my whale bone cock, or does she have one of her own? Does she push you facedown on your marriage bed and fuck that tight little arse?”
He couldn’t imagine having that conversation with Sansa. Ned Stark’s precious daughter would be shocked if her lord husband ever asked such a thing of her. He hadn’t even worked up the nerve to suggest she use her mouth on his cock yet. He groaned as Asha took nearly his whole length into her mouth. He had always wondered whether ladies sucked cock, but the only one he’d ever bedded was his sister and Asha was no proper lady.
He muttered a complaint as her warm, wet mouth left him. But what she said next had him spilling him seed anyway.
“But do you keep her satisfied? Perhaps it’s her I ought to use my cock on.”
The image of Asha fucking Sansa was so sweet that he would have given up his lordship to see it for real at that moment. While he tongued Asha’s cunt, he imagined Sansa doing it in his place or Asha doing it to Sansa, and soon he was hard again.
Asha gave him a quick grope and grinned. “I’m not a greedy woman. Your wife can have this one.”
Sansa was such an obedient thing. She wouldn’t balk if he told her that he was bringing another woman to their bed. He might have done it if it had been some common wench. But only the dragons could bed their sisters without being thought of as perverse, and he was a kraken. It would have to remain a fantasy.
“You want to be a good wife, don’t you?” Asha Greyjoy asked her.
“I do, my lady,” Sansa replied, watching her warily. She still did not know what to make of her husband’s sister. Asha wore fine gowns befitting a lady, but she carried a dagger at her hip and an axe across her back. She captained a ship of her own, and it was said that she took lovers. At first Sansa had thought she disliked her, but Asha had been friendly enough lately. Perhaps she’d heard the lies they said about Sansa not being a maiden and thought her unworthy of her brother until Theon told her the truth. But that made little sense. Surely a woman who had lovers would not care whether Sansa had been a maiden or not.
“You want to please your lord husband?” She was smiling.
“More than anything.” It was not quite the truth, though once upon a time she’d wanted nothing more than to be a perfect wife to a handsome loving knightly husband. But she was trying. She wanted to make this bleak place a home for herself and the children she would bear some day as much as for Theon. However she doubted Asha cared about the new tapestries she’d ordered. The look in her eyes and the quirk of her lips reminded Sansa of Theon on the nights he led her from the hall early. She blushed, wondering if she was not pleasing Theon that way and he’d asked his sister to speak with her.
“I’d like to help you. Will you let me?”
“What would you have me do?”
Asha stood and took her hand to lead her. “Watch, Sansa, just watch.” She hid Sansa behind a tapestry in a dark room in the Bloody Keep and bid her not to reveal herself until called for.
Sansa was uncomfortable but not surprised when Asha left and returned with a man, thinking that she would have to watch them together. She was right; she didn’t please Theon in bed, and now she’d have to learn from his sister. She was beyond shame by now, resigned to the apparent fact that she’d displeased the gods somehow and they would punish her all her life. Then she recognized the man as her husband. She frowned, puzzled. Did Asha mean for her to hear his complaints from his own lips?
They kissed.
Sansa’s mouth went slack and her jaw dropped as she watched her husband kiss his sister. This was what they had accused Cersei Lannister and her brother the Kingslayer of; this was the same crime that had cost poor Tommen his head. How could Theon do such a thing? But then, he’d betrayed Robb, and he’d killed those little boys and stuck their heads on the walls of Winterfell. He was capable of anything.
Asha was saying filthy things as Theon’s hands and mouth moved over her body. Sansa felt her face heat despite the circumstances. Surely Asha only said such things to inflame their passions; surely they didn’t actually do them. Surely they didn’t want her to do them.
But Asha was taking things out of a small sack. She turned and Sansa’s view was blocked by Theon. When she could see Asha again, something the size and shape of a manhood - a large one - jutted from her hips. Theon crouched on the bed and took the thing into his mouth. Sansa clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. This was awful. It was worse than any of many terrible things they said about the Ironborn. Yet watching it made her feel the same way she felt when she dreamt of the Hound or when Theon took her into his arms.
Theon got onto his hands and knees, plainly offering himself to his sister. Asha only laughed and slapped his arse. “This is for Sansa,” she said. She looked at where she’d hidden Sansa and called to her, “Come, sweet sister.”
Sansa stepped out from behind the tapestry shyly. She expected Theon to be horrified, perhaps to cover himself and offer excuses. Instead he moaned and stroked his manhood.
“I should go,” she said, standing still before the bed.
“Stay,” Theon said.
It was a wife’s duty to obey her husband, Sansa reminded herself. She wasn’t responsible for this. It was all Theon’s doing, him and his wicked sister. Sansa was only being a good wife.
His sister’s kisses were even wilder than his. She was sandwiched between them; Theon behind her, nuzzling her neck as his fingers teased her between the legs, and Asha in front, kissing her and pressing their breasts together.
“Prepare her,” Asha told Theon, and he obeyed. He eased Sansa forward onto all fours and griped her arse tightly as he licked her. Sansa was nearly at the peak of her pleasure when Asha gave her next command.
“Stop. It’s my turn. I wonder whose cock she’ll like more, little brother.”
Sansa felt Asha’s artificial manhood begin to enter her. It was bigger than Theon’s, and harder. Someone - she wasn’t sure whether it was Asha or Theon - rubbed the little nub between her legs until all discomfort was gone. Asha was careful, even gentler than her brother had been when he’d taken Sansa the first time. She eased the thing into Sansa slowly and didn’t try to make her take more than she could.
Theon knelt in front of Sansa and put his manhood to her lips, but she turned her head away. Asha laughed.
“I think I’ll buy good sister Sansa one of these, and then we’ll both fuck you. We’ll flip a coin to see who gets your arse and who gets your mouth.”
The image those words put into Sansa’s head should have disgusted her, but she could see Theon as Asha had described him and it made her feel powerful. The next thrust of Asha’s hips sent her over the edge, making her cry out wordlessly. Asha withdrew and petted her hair tenderly for a moment, ignoring Theon as he frantically stroked himself.
Sansa watched as Asha rode Theon, too drowsy with content to remember to be horrified. Perhaps Theon would make her do it again; maybe he’d even bring his sister to their marriage bed tonight. Sansa would do her best to be a good wife.
“I think I’ll sail to the Stepstones and see if those pirates have any new trinkets for me,” Asha told her brother and his wife. She winked at Theon. “But don’t fear, little brother. I’ve left a gift for you with Sansa.”