After the brutal battle against the Boltons, Sansa was a mess. The fight had left her feeling uneasy and mentally sick. She needed comfort, so she went searching for her half-brother Jon. She found Jon in his chambers, still in his dirty, blood-stained armour. He sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands.
"Jon?" Sansa said softly, approaching him. "Are you alright?"
Jon looked up, his face weary. "Sansa. I...I don't know. The battle, it was..." He trailed off, shaking his head.
Sansa sat down next to him, placing a hand on his arm. "I know. It was horrible." She paused, biting her lip. "I feel...I feel so unsteady, Jon. Like I might break at any moment."
Jon reached out and pulled Sansa into a tight embrace. "You're safe now, Sansa. We won." His voice was ragged, barely above a whisper.
Sansa melted into his arms, finally letting the tears fall. "I'm so tired of fighting, Jon. I just want it to be over."
"Shh, I know," Jon murmured, stroking her hair. "We'll get through this, I promise."
They sat there together, two weary souls seeking solace in each other's arms. The battle may have been won, but the wounds, both physical and emotional, would take time to heal. After a while, Sansa pulled back slightly to look at Jon. His face was etched with pain and exhaustion. Without a word, she began to undress him, carefully removing his armour and tattered clothing.
"Sansa, you shouldn't be seeing me like this. It's improper," Jon said weakly, trying to stop her.
But Sansa just hugged him tightly. "Please, Jon, don't send me away. I can't stand being alone right now." Her voice was small and pleading. Jon let out a heavy sigh and relented, allowing Sansa to continue undressing him. She worked methodically, peeling off his sweat-stained clothes until he sat before her in just his smallclothes.
"You need a bath," Sansa said, eyeing the grime and blood caked on his skin. She took his hand and gently pulled him to his feet. Leading him to the bath, there was already a large wooden tub with steaming water waiting. She turned to Jon, who stood awkwardly, his eyes downcast.
"Jon, let me help you," she said softly, reaching for the ties of his smallclothes.
"Sansa, I don't think-" he began, but she cut him off.
"Please, Jon. I need this. I need you." Her blue eyes were wide and earnest.
Jon searched her face for a moment, then nodded slowly. Sansa carefully removed the last of his clothes, her fingers grazing his skin. She tried not to stare, but couldn't help admiring the hard planes of his body, scarred from battle. Guiding him into the tub, Sansa knelt beside it, dipping a cloth into the water. She began to gently wash the dirt and blood from his skin, her touch soothing. Jon sat quietly, letting her care for him. As Sansa worked, she felt the tension slowly leave Jon's body. She knew he needed this - the comfort and tenderness she was offering. And in truth, she needed it too - the closeness, the intimacy of this moment.
When he stepped out of the wooden tub, Sansa couldn't help but let her eyes drift downward. There, in all its glory, was Jon's cock - hard and eager, much larger than Ramsay's had been. Yet it wasn't intimidating, only...inviting. Sansa felt her breath catch in her throat as she drank in the sight of him. Jon's member stood tall and thick, the tip glistening. She ached to reach out and touch it, to feel its weight in her hand.
"Sansa," Jon said, his voice low and rough. "I...I didn't mean for you to see." He made a half-hearted attempt to cover himself, but Sansa stopped him.
"Don't," she whispered, her eyes locked on his. "Please, Jon. Let me look at you."
Slowly, Jon let his hand fall away, allowing Sansa to feast her eyes. She drank in every detail - the veins that pulsed beneath the smooth skin, the way it curved slightly upward. Gods, she wanted to know how it would feel inside her. Sansa reached out tentatively, her fingertips grazing the heated flesh. Jon sucked in a sharp breath at her touch, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"Sansa..." he breathed, his eyes dark with desire.
Sansa looked up at Jon, her own need evident in the flush of her cheeks. "Jon, I...I want you," the words tumbling out before she could stop them.
In one swift motion, Sansa dropped to her knees in front of him. She eyed his hard, throbbing cock curiously, a nervous excitement building within her. Tentatively, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the tip, her tongue peeking out to give it a delicate lick. This was all new to Sansa - she had never done anything like this before, not out of her own desire. With Ramsay, she had been forced, her body violated against her will. But now, with Jon, she craved this intimacy, this connection. She wanted to please him, to bring him pleasure.
Sansa looked up at Jon, her blue eyes wide and hungry. "Tell me what to do," she whispered, her breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh.
Jon sucked in a sharp breath, fighting the urge to thrust into her waiting mouth. "Sansa, you don't have to-" he started, but she cut him off.
"I want to, Jon. Please..." Her hand came up to gently stroke his length, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. Slowly, Sansa parted her lips, allowing the tip of his cock to slide between them. She swirled her tongue around the head, savouring the musky taste of him mixed with the herbal soap. Inch by inch, she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she began to suck.
Jon threaded his fingers through her auburn hair, his hips rocking in time with her movements. "Gods, Sansa..." he rasped, his voice thick with pleasure.
Sansa hummed around Jon's cock, the vibrations sending jolts of ecstasy through his body. She bobbed her head, exploring, learning what brought him the most intense sensations. The knowledge that she was the one giving him this pleasure, that she had chosen this, filled her with a heady sense of power. She had always struggled to express how much she cared for Jon, but now she was determined to make up for lost time. She wanted him to feel her devotion, her need for him.
Sansa looked up at Jon through her lashes, her mouth still wrapped around his shaft. His head was thrown back, a look of pure bliss on his face. Slowly, she pulled back, letting his cock slide out of her mouth with a wet pop.
"Jon," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I want you to know how much you mean to me."
Jon's eyes snapped open and he gazed down at her, his expression a mix of lust and tenderness. "Sansa, I-" But she pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. "Shh, let me show you."
Sansa stood, her hands going to the laces of her dress. She held Jon's hungry stare as she undressed, letting the fabric pool at her feet. Clad only in her smallclothes, she stepped closer, pressing her body against his.
"I need you, Jon," she whispered, her lips brushing his. "Please, let me have you."
Jon's arms encircled her waist, pulling her flush against him. "Sansa..." he breathed, before claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled, passion igniting between them. Sansa arched into him, her hands roaming over his scarred flesh. She wanted to memorize every inch of him, to commit his taste, his touch, to memory.
When they finally broke apart, both panting, Sansa gazed up at Jon with unbridled desire. "Take me to bed," she murmured. "I'm yours."
Jon needed no further invitation. Sweeping Sansa into his arms, he carried her to the waiting mattress, ready to show her just how much she meant to him. Gently, he laid her down, his body covering hers. Jon gazed into her eyes, his calloused fingers tracing the delicate lines of her face. "Sansa..." he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
Sansa reached up, her hands running through his shaggy curls. "Jon," she breathed, arching up to capture his lips in a tender kiss.
Their mouths moved together unhurriedly, savouring the taste and feel of one another. Jon's hands roamed her body, caressing the scars that marred her porcelain skin. He placed featherlight kisses along each imperfection, worshipping every inch of her. Sansa mirrored his actions, her fingertips mapping the battle-worn planes of his chest and back. She marvelled at the strength and power contained within his frame, yet his touch was so gentle, so reverent. They explored each other slowly. At this moment, there was no war, no loss - only the two of them, finally giving in to the desire that had simmered between them for so long.
When they finally parted, both breathless, Sansa gazed up at Jon with unbridled adoration. "I love you," she whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
Jon pressed his forehead to hers, his calloused hand cupping her cheek. "And I you, my lady. Always."
With a groan, Jon captured Sansa's lips again, pouring every ounce of his pent-up desire into the kiss. She melted beneath him, her lush body arching to meet his as they lost themselves in their newfound intimacy. Jon's calloused hands roamed Sansa's curves, caressing and squeezing. He broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down her neck, her collarbone, until he reached the ample swell of her breasts.
"Gods, you're stunning," he rasped, his hot breath fanning across her flushed skin. Without further preamble, Jon latched onto one rosy nipple, sucking and laving at the sensitive bud. Sansa cried out, her back arching to push her chest further into his mouth. Her fingers threaded through his curls, holding him in place as he worshipped her tits. Jon alternated between gentle nips and soothing licks, eliciting shivers of pleasure from the woman beneath him. He kneaded the other breast with his calloused palm, rolling and pinching the nipple until it pebbled. Sansa squirmed, her hips grinding against his, desperate for more friction.
"Jon, please..." she panted, her voice thick with need. Chuckling darkly, Jon switched sides, lavishing the same attention on her other breast. Sansa's nails raked down his back, spurring him on. She arched and moaned beneath him, lost in the sensation of his talented mouth. When he was finally satisfied, Jon pulled back to admire his handiwork. Sansa's breasts were flushed and glistening, her nipples swollen and erect. He growled low in his throat, his cock throbbing with want.
"You're so beautiful, Sansa," he rasped, before swooping down to claim her lips in a bruising kiss. With a growl, Jon claimed Sansa's lips in a bruising kiss, leaving her breathless and dizzy. His hands roamed down her sides, hooking into the waistband of her delicate smallclothes.
"Time for these to go," he murmured against her swollen lips, his fingers slowly peeling the fabric down her long, shapely legs. Sansa lifted her hips, allowing him to fully divest her. Jon drank in the sight of her then, completely bare before him. His eyes hungrily devoured every inch of her porcelain skin, from the gentle swell of her hips to the lush, fiery curls nestled between her thighs.
"Fuck, Sansa, you're a goddamn goddess," he growled, his voice thick with desire. Jon reached out, his calloused fingertips ghosting along her inner thighs, inching closer to her glistening, ruby red folds.
Sansa shivered at his touch, her legs falling open in silent invitation. "Jon, please..." she whimpered, her hips arching up needily.
Jon chuckled darkly. "Don't worry, , I've got you." With that, he dipped his head, his tongue darting out to take a long, languid lick along her slick folds.
Sansa cried out, her hands flying to his hair as white-hot pleasure seared through her. Jon hummed in satisfaction, lavishing attention on her most sensitive spots, lapping up every drop of her arousal. At that moment, Jon was certain he had found paradise. Sansa's sweet, musky taste on his tongue, her soft cries and gasps filling the air - it was absolute bliss. He was addicted, ravenous for more. Gripping her hips firmly, Jon pulled Sansa closer, burying his face between her thighs. His tongue darted out, taking a long, indulgent lick along her slick, ruby folds. Sansa cried out, her back arching as white-hot pleasure seared through her.
"Fuck, you taste divine," Jon growled, his voice dripping with lust. He lapped at her hungrily, devouring every drop of her arousal. Sansa's fingers threaded through his curls, holding him in place as she ground against his skilled mouth. Jon's talented tongue swirled and flicked, zeroing in on her swollen little pearl. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive nub, drawing strangled moans from Sansa's lips. She bucked and writhed beneath him, lost in a haze of ecstasy.
"Jon, please...don't stop," Sansa whimpered, her hips rolling wantonly. He had reduced her to a quivering, desperate mess - and he loved every second of it. Chuckling, Jon doubled his efforts, licking and sucking with reckless abandon. Sansa's cries grew louder, her thighs trembling as she teetered on the edge of release.
Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Jon plunged his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with long, firm strokes. Sansa shattered, her orgasm washing over her in crashing waves of bliss. Sansa's back arched as she cried out Jon's name, her inner walls clenching around his seeking tongue. Jon groaned in satisfaction, lapping up every drop of her sweet nectar. When the last tremors of her release had subsided, he pulled back, his face glistening with her juices. Jon gazed down at Sansa, his dark eyes smouldering with hungry anticipation.
"Gods, I could do that all day," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. He couldn't get enough of her, of her intoxicating taste and the way she came undone beneath his touch.
Sansa lay there, chest heaving, her porcelain skin flushed with afterglow. She looked utterly debauched, and Jon couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at being the one to reduce her to such a state. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to her swollen lips, letting her savour her own essence on his tongue. Sansa sighed against his mouth, her arms winding around his neck to pull him closer.
Jon could no longer hold back his primal hunger. With one smooth, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside her slick, quivering heat. Sansa gasped in shock, her eyes going wide - he was so much bigger than that worm Ramsay had been. She wasn't quite used to the delicious stretch and fullness.
"Gods, Sansa, you feel incredible," Jon growled, his voice laced with barely-contained ecstasy. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, though every fibre of his being ached to start pounding into her relentlessly.
Sansa gazed up at him, her expression a mix of discomfort and growing pleasure. "Jon, I...I need a moment," she panted, her inner walls fluttering around his thick, throbbing length.
Jon nodded, pressing a soothing kiss to her forehead. "Take your time, my love. I've got you." His calloused hands caressed her sides soothingly, his hips staying perfectly still as he waited for her to grow accustomed to his size. Gradually, the tension left Sansa's body, and she rolled her hips experimentally. A shudder of delight rippled through her, and she gazed up at Jon with hooded eyes. "I'm ready," she murmured, her voice dripping with need.
Despite his primal hunger, Jon forced himself to hold back. He wanted to make this so good for Sansa, to show her the true depths of his love and adoration. So with agonizing slowness, he began to move, pulling back until only the tip of his thick, throbbing length remained before sinking back in with maddening deliberation. Sansa let out a strangled moan, her nails raking down his back as waves of pleasure washed over her. Jon groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he savoured the exquisite feel of her velvety walls caressing him.
"Fuck, Sansa...you feel so damn good," he growled, his hips rolling in a steady, undulating rhythm. He angled his thrusts just so, hitting that sweet spot deep within her that had Sansa seeing stars.
"Jon...oh, gods, Jon!" she cried, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in deeper. Every nerve in her body was alight with sensation, the slow, deep strokes driving her absolutely wild. Jon peppered her face and neck with searing kisses, his calloused hands roaming her body reverently. He worshipped every inch of her, marvelling at the soft, supple curves of her form.
Sansa was completely lost to the haze of ecstasy, her world narrowed down to the feel of Jon's thick, rigid length plunging into her again and again. She chanted his name like a prayer, her back arching to meet each earth-shattering thrusts.
Jon kept up his gentle, almost reverent pace, savouring the way Sansa's velvety walls clenched around him. But as her enchanting moans grew louder and more desperate, he couldn't resist the urge to pick up the tempo just a little. His hips began to snap forward with more purpose, drawing gasps and whimpers of pleasure from Sansa's lips. She clung to him tightly, her nails raking down his back as she drowned in the sensations.
"Jon...oh, gods, Jon!" she cried out, her voice thick with need. "Don't stop, please...I need more!" Growling low in his throat, Jon obliged, thrusting into her with steadily increasing fervour. The sound of their bodies joining filled the air, mingling with Sansa's desperate cries. He angled his thrusts to hit that sweet spot deep within her, drawing out shuddering moans of bliss. Sansa was completely unravelled, her mind blank save for the all-consuming pleasure.
Jon watched her with hooded eyes, utterly captivated by the sight of her unravelling beneath him. He redoubled his efforts, chasing her release with single-minded focus. His hips snapped forward with relentless fervour, slamming into her sensitive spot over and over. Sansa was completely undone, her mind blanking out as white-hot pleasure consumed her. But Jon could feel his own control slipping. The coiled tension in his gut was reaching the breaking point. In a last-ditch effort to push Sansa over the edge, his calloused hand snaked between them, firmly circling her throbbing little pearl.
"Fuck, Sansa!" he cried out, his voice ragged with ecstasy. "Come for me, sweetheart. I need to feel you clench around me."
That was all it took. With a strangled scream, Sansa shattered, her inner walls clamping down on Jon's thick length in rhythmic pulses. The sensation was too much for him, and with a guttural groan, he followed her over the edge, spilling himself deep inside her quivering heat.
Sansa's back arched as the first hot spurts of Jon's release coated her walls. She cried out, her nails raking down his back as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Jon growled, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he emptied himself, his hips grinding against hers in a frantic, primal rhythm.
When the last tremors had subsided, they lay there, tangled in each other's arms and completely spent. Sansa pressed tender kisses to Jon's sweat-dampened forehead, gazing at him with utter adoration.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice still tinged with the afterglow of their passionate encounter.
Jon responded with a searing kiss, his calloused hand caressing her flushed cheek. "And I love you, my Sansa," he murmured against her lips. "Always." His calloused hand caressing her flushed cheek tenderly. With a possessive growl, he pulled her into his arms, enveloping her in a fierce embrace. Sansa melted against him, feeling utterly safe and cherished in his strong hold.
"My Sansa," Jon murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead. "You're everything to me, do you understand? Nothing else matters but you." He peppered her face with reverent kisses, his large hands roaming her curves in a soothing, worshipful manner. Sansa sighed contentedly, her fingers threading through his dark curls.
"I'm yours, Jon," she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. "Always and forever."
Jon's grip tightened, as if he could somehow pull her even closer. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. "And I'm yours, my love. Until my last breath and beyond."
They held each other close, basking in the afterglow of their passionate union. Sansa felt utterly cherished, her heart swelling with the depth of Jon's devotion.
Jon, in turn, was drunk on the feel of her soft, supple body pressed against his. He would gladly spend the rest of his life worshipping every inch of her, worming his way deeper into her heart with each caress and whispered endearment. But as they began to calm from the afterglow of their passionate encounter, Sansa couldn't help but notice that Jon was still hard, his rigid length throbbing insistently against her thigh.
"Jon..." she breathed, her voice laced with a mix of surprise and growing desire. Her fingertips trailed down his muscled chest, coming to rest teasingly at the junction of his hips.
Jon let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking involuntarily at her featherlight touch. "Sansa," he rasped, his eyes smouldering with unbridled lust. "I need you, my love. I can't get enough of you."
Sansa felt a delicious shiver run down her spine at the raw hunger in his voice. Emboldened, she rolled her hips, grinding against his throbbing length. "Then take me, Jon," she purred, her nails raking down his back. "I'm yours, always."
With a feral growl, Jon wasn't about to let that invitation go to waste. In one swift motion, he flipped Sansa onto her stomach, pulling her shapely ass up a bit as he savoured the view. "Fuck, Sansa, you're so goddamn beautiful," he growled, his calloused hands caressing the smooth curves of her hips and backside. He drank in the sight of her perfect, tempting form, aching to bury himself inside her again.
Without further preamble, Jon lined himself up and slammed home, sheathing his thick length to the hilt. Sansa cried out, her back arching as white-hot pleasure seared through her. Jon paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size, but the primal need to move was clawing at him. With a guttural groan, he began to thrust, his hips snapping forward in a relentless, passionate rhythm. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, mingling with Sansa's desperate moans. Jon leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back as he pounded into her quivering heat.
"You feel so fucking good, Sansa," he rasped, his voice dripping with lust. "Gods, I'll never get enough of you." Sansa whimpered in pure, unadulterated pleasure. With Ramsay, this position had always been about pain, submission, and degradation. But with Jon, she felt nothing but burning hot ecstasy and all-consuming affection. Gone were the memories of Ramsay's cruelty, replaced by the all-encompassing love and adoration radiating from Jon's every touch. Sansa had never felt so cherished, so worshipped.
"Jon..." she breathed, her voice thick with emotion. "I'm yours, my love. Only yours..."
Jon growled possessively, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his climax approached. "And I'm yours, Sansa. Always and forever."
He leaned down, pressing searing kisses along the column of her throat. Sansa arched into him, her inner walls fluttering around his rigid length. Jon seized Sansa's hips, pulling her back to meet each of his powerful thrusts. He pounded into her, burying himself to the hilt again and again. Sansa's moans of pleasure crescendoed, her nails clawing at the sheets as she drowned in the sensations.
"Fuck, Sansa," Jon growled, his voice rough with lust. "You feel so goddamn good. So tight and wet for me..." He angled his hips, driving into that sweet spot that made her see stars.
Sansa was completely unravelled, her world narrowed down to the feel of Jon's thick length filling her over and over. She cried out, her back arching as white-hot pleasure seared through her. "Jon! Oh, gods, yes! Don't stop, please..."
With a feral snarl, Jon surged forward, blanketing her body with his own. He pressed fevered kisses along the column of her throat, his thrusts growing deeper and more erratic. "Come for me, Sansa," he rasped, his voice dripping with raw need. "Let go for me."
Sansa was completely undone, her inner walls clamping down on Jon's throbbing length in rhythmic pulses. The sensation was too much for the man to handle, and with a guttural groan, he followed her over the edge, spilling himself deep inside her quivering heat. Sansa arched her back more, crying out in pure ecstasy as she felt Jon's hot release coating her walls. The pulsing of his cock triggered another intense wave of pleasure, making her see stars. She clenched around him, milking every last drop as Jon growled and ground his hips against hers.
When the last tremors had subsided, they collapsed in a tangled heap, completely spent. Sansa nuzzled into Jon's embrace, basking in the warmth of his body and the afterglow of their lovemaking. Jon pressed tender kisses to her sweat-dampened forehead, murmuring words of adoration as she fell asleep.