Fic: Chastity
Title: Chastity
Rating: hard R
Pairings: Sansa/Littlefinger, some Sansa/Harry the Heir
Word Count: 500
Summary: Alayne's father takes his duty to protect her chastity very seriously.
Warning: Pseudo-incest. All round creepy and disturbing.
She would have liked to blame the feeling on the wine at dinner, but she’d only had half a cup. The heat in her blood and the weakness in her legs were entirely due to Harry’s lips on her throat. His tongue delved into the valley between her breasts and his hands cupped her bottom. What would it hurt to allow him a little more liberty as long as she kept her maidenhead? Alayne sighed in pleasure.
“My lord, my lady, I did not see you,” said her maid Maddy. But she made no move to back away so Alayne knew she had not happened upon them by chance. Her father Lord Baelish had set Maddy to spy on her.
“I fear we must part, my lady,” Harry said to her. “I shall not be able to sleep for want of you.”
Alayne smiled, though she knew Harry would take some maidservant into his bed and forget about her. “I shall dream of you, my lord.”
She was getting ready for bed when her father came to see her. He often stopped by to kiss her good night, but usually Alayne was already safely under the covers. Petyr did not knock before entering and she barely had time to pull on her bedgown.
He hugged her close and stroked her dark hair. “Sweetling, I am pleased you like Harry but you must be careful. You cannot let him debauch you in the hallway like some common slut.”
His words stung. “I did not, Father. Harry asked for a kiss to dream of tonight and I could not refuse.”
“You should not lie to your father, Alayne.”
“I’m sorry, Father.”
He led her to the bed and pulled the blanket over her. “See that you do not do it again.” He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. “Sleep well.”
It was a moon later that he summoned her to his study in the middle of the day. “I ordered something for you from Gulltown and it has just arrived.”
Alayne loved gifts. She hoped it was a beautiful silk gown like the ones Sansa Stark used to wear.
“Raise your skirts and remove your smallclothes.”
Alayne did as she was bid, her smile fading.
Petyr slid his hand between her legs. His fingers stroked her to exquisite pleasure, and Alayne knew why Lady Lysa had screamed so loudly the night she wed him. She gasped when one finger dipped into her. He caressed some spot inside her and the ecstasy grew greater, but before she could reach the peak, he stopped. He pulled something made of leather straps up her legs. Alayne was puzzled as to its purpose until she saw the little steel shield covering her woman’s place when he was done. She heard the tiny lock click shut.
“I think it’s best if you wear this,” Petyr said. “It will keep you safe.”
There was nothing Alayne could do but thank her father for protecting her so.
Rating: hard R
Pairings: Sansa/Littlefinger, some Sansa/Harry the Heir
Word Count: 500
Summary: Alayne's father takes his duty to protect her chastity very seriously.
Warning: Pseudo-incest. All round creepy and disturbing.
She would have liked to blame the feeling on the wine at dinner, but she’d only had half a cup. The heat in her blood and the weakness in her legs were entirely due to Harry’s lips on her throat. His tongue delved into the valley between her breasts and his hands cupped her bottom. What would it hurt to allow him a little more liberty as long as she kept her maidenhead? Alayne sighed in pleasure.
“My lord, my lady, I did not see you,” said her maid Maddy. But she made no move to back away so Alayne knew she had not happened upon them by chance. Her father Lord Baelish had set Maddy to spy on her.
“I fear we must part, my lady,” Harry said to her. “I shall not be able to sleep for want of you.”
Alayne smiled, though she knew Harry would take some maidservant into his bed and forget about her. “I shall dream of you, my lord.”
She was getting ready for bed when her father came to see her. He often stopped by to kiss her good night, but usually Alayne was already safely under the covers. Petyr did not knock before entering and she barely had time to pull on her bedgown.
He hugged her close and stroked her dark hair. “Sweetling, I am pleased you like Harry but you must be careful. You cannot let him debauch you in the hallway like some common slut.”
His words stung. “I did not, Father. Harry asked for a kiss to dream of tonight and I could not refuse.”
“You should not lie to your father, Alayne.”
“I’m sorry, Father.”
He led her to the bed and pulled the blanket over her. “See that you do not do it again.” He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. “Sleep well.”
It was a moon later that he summoned her to his study in the middle of the day. “I ordered something for you from Gulltown and it has just arrived.”
Alayne loved gifts. She hoped it was a beautiful silk gown like the ones Sansa Stark used to wear.
“Raise your skirts and remove your smallclothes.”
Alayne did as she was bid, her smile fading.
Petyr slid his hand between her legs. His fingers stroked her to exquisite pleasure, and Alayne knew why Lady Lysa had screamed so loudly the night she wed him. She gasped when one finger dipped into her. He caressed some spot inside her and the ecstasy grew greater, but before she could reach the peak, he stopped. He pulled something made of leather straps up her legs. Alayne was puzzled as to its purpose until she saw the little steel shield covering her woman’s place when he was done. She heard the tiny lock click shut.
“I think it’s best if you wear this,” Petyr said. “It will keep you safe.”
There was nothing Alayne could do but thank her father for protecting her so.