The great hall of Winterfell echoed with Theon's thunderous laughter when Ned Stark announced the betrothal. The young Greyjoy's eyes sparkled with unconcealed triumph as he gazed at his future bride. Sansa sat beside her mother, her auburn hair gleaming in the firelight, her cheeks flushed pink.
"My lord," Theon dropped to one knee before Ned, for once genuine in his devotion. "I swear by the old gods and the Drowned God, I will cherish and protect your daughter."
Later that evening, Theon cornered Sansa in the glass gardens, swaggering with his usual cocksure grin. "My beautiful bride," he purred, backing her against the warm stone wall. "Do you know how many women in the Iron Islands will envy you? To be the lady of Pyke, wife to their future lord..."
Sansa's breath quickened, but not from desire. Her eyes darted left and right like a trapped bird. "My lord, I... I should go..."
"Why so shy, sweet girl?" Theon leaned closer, his breath hot on her neck. "Soon enough, you'll be mine in every way." His hand reached for her waist.
Sansa flinched violently, tears welling in her eyes. "Please don't..." The fear in her voice hit Theon like a bucket of ice water. He stepped back, really seeing her for the first time - not as a conquest, but as an innocent girl terrified of his reputation. Shame flooded him as he remembered all the serving girls he'd bragged about bedding, all the crude jokes he'd made within her hearing.
"Sansa," he said softly, dropping all pretence. "I'm sorry. I'm acting like a fool." She looked up, surprised by his changed tone. "I know what people say about me. What I've been." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "But I swear to you, I'll change. You deserve better than some swaggering ironborn boy who thinks with his cock."
A tiny smile tugged at her lips. "Mother says a lady shouldn't hear such words."
"See? I'm already failing." But he smiled too, keeping his distance. "Will you help me learn to be a proper lord? Someone worthy of you?"
"You mean it?" Hope crept into her voice. "You'll truly try?"
"I swear it." Theon's eyes met hers, serious for once. "I've been given something precious - your father's trust, your hand. I won't squander it."
Over the following months, Winterfell watched in amazement as Theon Greyjoy transformed. He attended council meetings with Lord Stark, learning to govern. He stopped visiting the winter town brothels. When he trained in the yard, he began teaching the younger boys instead of mocking them. Most telling was how he courted Sansa - with poetry and songs, chaperoned walks in the godswood, and respectful distances. He learned to make her laugh without crude jests, to earn her smiles without boasting.
One snowy evening, he found her in the library, reading by candlelight. "What's caught my lady's attention tonight?"
"Tales of Florian and Jonquil," she admitted, blushing.
"Ah, the fool and his fair maid." Theon sat across from her, hands folded properly in his lap. "Though I'd say I'm the fool in our story, wouldn't you?"
"Not any more," Sansa said softly. "You've changed."
"For you," he replied simply. "Because you showed me I could be better than what I was." When she reached across the table to touch his hand, he didn't pull her close or make suggestive comments. He simply threaded his fingers through hers, content in the knowledge that he was becoming a man deserving of such gentle trust.
In time, their wedding day arrived - not with Theon's former fantasies of conquest, but with genuine love built on respect and growth. The North witnessed not just a political union, but the redemption of Theon Greyjoy through the grace of Sansa Stark. The morning dawned crisp and cold, the kind of day that reminded all of Winterfell why the Starks always warned that winter was coming. The godswood was ethereal, steam rising from the hot springs through the frost-covered branches. The heart tree's red leaves rustled in the wind, its carved face weeping red sap that seemed to glow in the early light.
Sansa stood before her mirror as her mother wove winter roses into her auburn hair, each bloom a perfect shade of pale blue against the fire of her tresses. Her wedding gown was white wool and silk, lined with grey fur, the direwolf of House Stark proudly embroidered in silver thread.
"You look like a winter goddess," Catelyn whispered, securing the final rose. "The most beautiful bride the North has ever seen."
Arya, unusually subdued in her finest dress, nodded in agreement. "Even Theon won't be able to make stupid jokes when he sees you."
"He hasn't made those kinds of jokes in months," Sansa defended, though she smiled at her sister's protective instinct. "He's different now."
"He better stay different," Arya muttered, but squeezed her sister's hand.
In his chambers, Theon struggled with his formal attire - black and gold for House Greyjoy, but with a grey wool cloak bearing the direwolf of House Stark. Robb helped him fasten it.
"Never thought I'd see you nervous, Greyjoy," Robb teased. "Where's all that famous confidence?"
Theon's hands shook slightly as he adjusted his collar. "What if I'm not worthy of her? What if I slip back into being that arrogant fool?"
"Then I'll beat sense back into you," Robb promised cheerfully. "But you won't. I've seen how you look at her now - like she's the Maiden herself."
"She's better than the Maiden," Theon said softly. "She made me want to be better."
The godswood filled with guests - Northern lords in their finest furs, a few ironborn nobles who'd made the journey, the household of Winterfell. Ned Stark stood beneath the heart tree, solemn and proud. Beside him, Theon waited, his dark hair neatly combed, his face for once free of its usual smirk.
When Sansa appeared on her brother Robb's arm, a collective gasp rose from the crowd. The winter roses in her hair caught the morning light, making her seem crowned in frost and starlight. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, her blue eyes bright with joy and nerves.
Theon's breath caught in his throat. "Gods be good," he whispered. As Robb placed Sansa's hand in Theon's, the young Greyjoy spoke in a voice that carried clearly through the hushed godswood: "I take this woman as my wife. I swear by the old gods and the Drowned God to protect her, honour her, and love her until my last day."
"Who gives this woman?" the officiating septon asked.
"I, Eddard of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North, give my daughter Sansa to be wed."
Sansa's voice was clear and sweet as she spoke her vows. "I take this man as my husband. I swear by the old gods to be faithful, to honour him, and to love him until my last day." As they knelt before the heart tree, snow began to fall softly, dusting Sansa's crown of roses with white. Theon removed his cloak and draped it over her shoulders - the traditional gesture of taking her under his protection.
"With this kiss, I pledge my love," Theon said, and when he leaned in to kiss her, it was gentle and reverent, nothing like the brash youth who once boasted of his conquests.
At the feast that followed, Theon stood to offer a toast. Gone was his habitual swagger, replaced by genuine emotion that made his voice rough.
"My lords and ladies, I stand before you a changed man. Once, I was nothing but an arrogant boy who thought he knew what it meant to be strong. Then Lord Stark gave me his precious daughter's hand, and Sansa..." he turned to look at her, his eyes suspiciously bright. "Sansa showed me true strength lies in gentleness, in becoming someone worthy of trust and love. I swear before gods and men, I will spend every day earning the gift she's given me."
Later, as musicians played and couples danced, Sansa leaned close to her new husband. "You've already earned it," she whispered. "The man you've become - that's who I love."
Theon's arms tightened around her. "Tell me this isn't a dream," he murmured into her hair, careful not to disturb her crown of roses. "Tell me I won't wake up as that foolish boy again."
"Not a dream," she assured him, reaching up to touch his cheek. "Though I must say, I never thought I'd see Theon Greyjoy cry at his own wedding feast."
He laughed softly. "I wasn't crying. Must have been snow in my eyes."
"Of course," she smiled. "Just as it wasn't your hand trembling when you put the cloak around me."
"You try keeping steady when you're pledging yourself to the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms," he retorted, but his eyes were tender. "My winter rose." As the feast continued into the night, the snow fell harder outside, blanketing Winterfell in white. But in the great hall, warmed by fire and love and the approval of gods old and new, Theon and Sansa danced, her crown of winter roses still perfect, his reformed heart full of promises kept and a future bright with possibility.
When the inevitable calls for the bedding ceremony began, Theon surprised everyone by refusing. "My wife will walk to our chamber with dignity," he declared, silencing the ribald shouts. "Any man who tries to disrobe her will answer to my bow." Sansa's heart swelled with love as he led her from the hall, her crown of roses still intact, her dignity preserved. This, she knew, was the final proof of how far he'd come - the old Theon would have revelled in the bawdy tradition. This Theon protected her honour as fiercely as he protected her heart.
In their chamber, before the roaring fire, he carefully removed each winter rose from her hair, laying them aside as if they were priceless gems. "My beautiful wife," he whispered, and in those words was every promise of the man he'd become, every dream of their future together. Theon's careful control finally broke. His hands trembled as he cupped Sansa's face, eyes dark with barely contained desire.
"Sansa," he breathed, and then his lips crashed against hers. Gone was the courtly restraint of their public kiss. This was raw, desperate, years of longing unleashed. His fingers tangled in her auburn hair as he backed her against the chamber wall, his other hand gripping her waist.
"I've dreamed of this," he gasped between kisses. "Dreamed of you. My beautiful, precious Sansa." She melted into him, surprised by her own passion. This was nothing like the chaste kisses they'd shared during their courtship. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming, possessing. When they broke for air, his lips traced fire down her throat.
"Theon," she whimpered, clutching his shoulders.
"Say it again," he growled against her skin. "Say my name."
"Theon," she repeated, and he groaned, pressing her harder against the wall. His hands roamed her body through the wedding gown, desperate but still careful, still mindful of her innocence.
"I love you," he confessed roughly. "Gods, Sansa, I love you so much it hurts. Tell me this is real. Tell me you're mine."
She pulled back just enough to meet his intense gaze. "I'm yours," she whispered. "And you're mine." Something wild flashed in his eyes. He lifted her suddenly, carrying her to their bed. But instead of laying her down, he sat with her in his lap, pressing their foreheads together.
"I need you to know," he said hoarsely, "that this isn't like... before. With others. This is different. You're everything to me."
Sansa touched his face tenderly. "I know. You're not that man any more."
"No," he agreed. "That man was a fool who didn't know what love meant." His hands shook as he began unlacing her gown. "I'll worship you properly, my winter rose. Show you how precious you are."
The fire crackled, casting dancing shadows as they slowly undressed each other. Theon's breath caught at every inch of pale skin revealed. When she blushed under his heated gaze, he kissed her softly. His trembling fingers worked at the laces of Sansa's wedding gown. Each knot undone revealed more of her creamy skin, making his breath catch. The silk whispered as it fell, pooling at her feet like fresh snow.
"Gods," he breathed, drinking in the sight of her in her thin shift. "You're more beautiful than any dream."
Sansa's cheeks flushed pink as she reached for the clasps of his doublet. Her fingers fumbled slightly with nerves, but Theon caught her hands, kissing each fingertip. "Let me help you, love." He shrugged off his formal attire, revealing the lean, muscled body built by years of archery and swordplay. Scars from training marked his skin, telling stories of his journey from boy to man. Sansa's hands traced them tentatively, making him shiver.
"Your turn," he whispered, and with infinite gentleness, he lifted her shift over her head. She stood bare before him, all ivory skin and gentle curves. Her breasts were perfect handfuls, topped with rosy peaks that hardened in the cool air. Her waist curved in sweetly before flaring to womanly hips, and a thatch of auburn curls matched the hair cascading down her back.
"Like a goddess," Theon breathed reverently. "My winter goddess." Sansa's eyes wandered down his body as he shed his last garments. His chest was broad and strong, tapering to narrow hips. Dark hair trailed down his flat stomach, leading to his impressive manhood, which stood proudly at attention. She couldn't help but stare, having heard the serving girls' whispered gossip about Theon's generous endowment. They hadn't exaggerated.
"Like what you see, my lady wife?" he teased gently, but there was vulnerability in his eyes.
"You're beautiful," she whispered, and meant it. This was not the cocky boy who once strutted around Winterfell - this was her husband, strong and scarred and perfect.
He gathered her into his arms, skin against skin, and the heat between them had nothing to do with the crackling fire. "My winter rose," he murmured against her lips. "Let me show you how much I love you..." Theon's lips traced a burning path down Sansa's throat, pausing to suck gently at her racing pulse. His hands roamed her sides as he worshipped every inch of pale skin, memorizing her body with reverent touches.
"So beautiful," he breathed against her collarbone. "Every part of you is perfect." His mouth descended lower, hovering over her breast. The heat of his breath made her nipple tighten in anticipation. When his tongue finally flicked across the sensitive peak, Sansa gasped, arching into him.
"Theon," she whimpered as he took her breast into his mouth, suckling gently. His tongue swirled patterns around the hardened bud while his hand cupped her other breast, thumb circling the nipple in matching rhythm. He alternated between soft licks and gentle suction, drawing increasingly desperate sounds from his new bride. When he grazed her with the slightest edge of teeth, she cried out, fingers tangling in his dark hair.
"You like that, my love?" he murmured against her skin, moving to lavish attention on her other breast. His cock pressed hot and hard against her thigh, leaving slick trails of desire as he rocked unconsciously against her.
"Please," Sansa begged, though she wasn't sure what she was begging for. Her body burned wherever he touched, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Theon took his time, determined to worship every inch of her breasts properly. He traced the soft curves with his tongue, nuzzled the sensitive undersides, and returned again and again to those perfect pink peaks that had him entranced.
"Could spend hours like this," he growled between kisses. "Tasting you, loving you, making you tremble." His words combined with the continued attention had Sansa writhing beneath him, her skin flushed with arousal. When he finally released her breast with a wet pop, both peaks were rosy and glistening from his attentions.
"More," she pleaded, pulling him up for a passionate kiss. "I need more..." Theon traced his way down Sansa's trembling body, his lips leaving a trail of fire across her soft skin. Her stomach quivered under his kisses as he moved lower, worshipping every inch. His hands gripped her thighs gently, spreading them as he settled between them.
"Gods, you're perfect," he breathed, taking in the sight of her most intimate place. Her auburn curls were already damp with desire, and her pink folds glistened invitingly in the firelight. The scent of her arousal made his mouth water.
"Theon," she whimpered, half embarrassed, half desperate as he gazed at her so intensely.
"Shh, my love," he soothed, pressing kisses to her inner thighs. "Let me taste you. Let me show you pleasure you've never dreamed of."
His hot breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh, making her shiver. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he growled. "And you're all mine." Theon's lips brushed feather-light kisses along her inner thighs, deliberately avoiding where she needed him most. His hot breath teased her sensitive flesh as he worshipped her with reverent attention.
"So perfect," he murmured against her skin. "Every inch of you is divine." Sansa whimpered, her hips lifting unconsciously. Her cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment and desire as he gazed up at her from between her thighs.
"Please," she whispered, though she hardly knew what she was begging for. His tongue traced slow circles around her mound, making her gasp. When he finally tasted her properly, she cried out, her back arching off the bed. His skilled tongue explored every fold and crevice, learning what made her moan and tremble.
"You taste like heaven," he growled between licks. "Better than the sweetest wine." His hands gripped her thighs, holding her steady as he devoured her with increasing passion. His tongue circled her sensitive pearl before sucking gently, making her writhe and gasp his name. Theon's tongue traced every delicate fold with practiced skill, savouring her sweet taste. He alternated between broad, flat strokes and precise flicks that made her cry out. His hands gripped her thighs firmly as she writhed beneath his devoted attention.
"Gods, Theon!" Sansa gasped as he sucked gently on her sensitive pearl. Her hands twisted in his dark hair, pulling him closer.
"That's it, love," he growled against her flesh. "Let me hear how good it feels." He devoured her like a man starved, his tongue delving deep inside before returning to circle her most sensitive spot. When he hummed against her, the vibrations made her arch off the bed with a desperate moan.
"Please," she begged, though she hardly knew what she was begging for. "Please, don't stop..."
"Never," he promised between licks. "Could feast on you forever." His tongue moved faster, more insistent, drawing increasingly desperate sounds from his new bride.
"Gods, yes," Sansa moaned as Theon's skilled tongue worked magic between her thighs. Her fingers twisted tighter in his dark hair as pleasure built like a gathering storm. His tongue moved with increasing urgency, circling and flicking her sensitive pearl while his hands gripped her thighs. The wet sounds of his passionate devotion mixed with her desperate cries.
"That's it, my love," he growled against her flesh between licks. "Let go for me. Want to taste you completely." Sansa's back arched as the tension built higher and higher. Her thighs trembled around his head as he devoured her with single-minded focus, determined to bring her to the peak of pleasure.
"Theon!" she cried out. "I'm so close... please..." He doubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster as he sucked gently on her pearl. When he hummed against her sensitive flesh, the vibrations pushed her over the edge.
Her release crashed through her like a tidal wave. Her body went rigid as waves of pleasure pulsed outward from where his mouth was still working against her. She cried out his name like a prayer as her thighs clamped around his head. Theon didn't let up, lapping eagerly at her essence as she rode out her climax. Only when her tremors subsided did he finally lift his head, his chin glistening with evidence of her pleasure.
"Beautiful," he breathed, kissing her inner thigh. "The most gorgeous sight I've ever seen." Sansa lay boneless against the furs, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. When she finally opened her eyes, the look of pure love and desire on Theon's face made her heart skip.
"Come here," she whispered, reaching for him. He crawled up her body, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss that let her taste herself on his tongue.
"I want to touch you," Sansa whispered against his lips, her cheeks flushing pink with a mix of desire and shyness. Her delicate fingers trailed down his chest, exploring the hard planes of his stomach.
Theon groaned into their kiss as her hand moved lower, hovering uncertainly. "You can touch me however you want, love," he encouraged softly. "I'm yours."
With trembling fingers, she wrapped her hand around his thick length for the first time. Her eyes widened at the contrast of velvet-soft skin over steel hardness. "Like this?" she asked, giving an experimental stroke.
"Gods, yes," he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. "Your touch feels incredible." Emboldened by his reaction, Sansa explored him with increasing curiosity. Her fingers traced the prominent veins, mapped the flared head, discovered the sensitive spot underneath that made him moan when she brushed it.
"You're so big," she marvelled, her hand barely able to close around his girth. A pearly drop of moisture beaded at his tip, and she spread it with her thumb, making him shudder.
"Only for you," he growled, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss. His cock twitched in her grip as she continued her gentle exploration, learning what made him gasp and groan.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked between kisses, her strokes becoming more confident.
"Perfect," he panted. "Everything you do feels perfect." His hands fisted in the furs beside them as she experimented with different pressures and rhythms.
"Need you," Theon growled, gently guiding Sansa onto her back. His thick shaft throbbed in anticipation as he positioned himself between her creamy thighs.
"Please," she whimpered, her body trembling with desire as he brushed his swollen tip through her slick folds. The contact made them both gasp.
"So wet for me," he groaned, sliding his fat cockhead up and down her dripping slit. Each pass gathered more of her sweet nectar, making the glide smoother. "Want to feel every inch of you."
Sansa's hips lifted unconsciously, seeking more contact as he teased her entrance. His tip caught on her sensitive pearl, making her cry out. "Theon, please... I need..."
"What do you need, love?" he asked hoarsely, continuing to slide through her soaked folds. His impressive girth parted her delicate petals with each pass, coating himself in her essence.
"You," she gasped. "All of you. Please..."
He growled possessively, positioning his thick head at her virgin entrance. "Going to fill you so good," he promised, his voice rough with desire. "Make you mine completely." Her hands clutched at his shoulders as he began to press forward, stretching her for the first time.
"I love you," Theon whispered against Sansa's lips as he began to press forward. Her tight heat enveloped his thick shaft inch by inch, making them both gasp.
"Oh gods," she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. The stretch was intense, a delicious burn that made her toes curl.
"So perfect," he groaned, pausing to let her adjust. "So tight and hot around me." He peppered soft kisses across her face, tasting the salt of her happy tears.
"More," she pleaded, lifting her hips to take him deeper. "Need all of you inside me." Theon obliged with agonizing slowness, watching her face for any sign of discomfort as he filled her completely. When their hips finally met, they both moaned at the perfect joining of their bodies.
"Mine," he growled possessively, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. "All mine." His cock throbbed inside her, stretching her walls deliciously.
"Yours," she agreed breathlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Always yours." He began to move with gentle, shallow thrusts, swallowing her gasps with deep kisses. Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper with each stroke.
"Theon," Sansa gasped, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her body. Every nerve ending felt alive, sparking with pleasure she'd never imagined possible.
"I've got you, love," he murmured, kissing away the tears that leaked from her eyes. "Tell me what you need."
Her inner walls fluttered around his thick length as he continued his gentle thrusts. The fullness was exquisite, almost too much to process. "It's so intense," she whimpered. "I feel you everywhere."
"You're doing so beautifully," he praised, brushing soft kisses across her face. His own control was hanging by a thread, but he kept his movements slow and tender. "So perfect for me."
Sansa's hands roamed his back, feeling his muscles flex with each careful thrust. The overwhelming sensation of being stretched and filled made her gasp and tremble. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please don't stop."
"Never," he promised hoarsely. "Want to stay buried inside you forever." His cock throbbed within her tight heat as she clenched around him. Her body felt like it was dissolving into pure sensation. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure-bordering-on-overwhelming through her core. She clung to him desperately, anchoring herself as the intensity threatened to sweep her away.
"So much," she moaned. "Feel you so deep..." Her legs tightened around his waist as he continued his passionate claiming of her body.
"My beautiful wife," Theon breathed against Sansa's lips, his hips maintaining their steady rhythm. Each deep thrust drew soft whimpers from her throat that he swallowed with passionate kisses.
"Love you," she gasped between kisses, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Love how you feel inside me." Her body arched beneath him, seeking even more contact. He shifted to brace on his forearms, covering her completely with his body as he moved within her. The new angle let him grind against her sensitive pearl with each thrust, making her cry out.
"That's it, love," he encouraged, feeling her walls flutter around his thick shaft. "Let me hear how good it feels." His lips traced down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.
Sansa's legs wrapped tighter around him, pulling him impossibly deeper. "So full," she moaned. "You fill me so perfectly." Her nails raked down his back as pleasure built higher.
"Made for me," he growled possessively, increasing his pace slightly. "Your sweet cunt takes me so beautifully." His cock throbbed as her inner walls clenched rhythmically. She captured his mouth in a desperate kiss, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. Every thrust sent sparks of pleasure through her core, building toward something massive.
"Close," she whimpered against his lips. "Something's happening..."
"Let go for me," he urged, grinding deep. "Want to feel you come apart around my cock..."
"Gods, yes!" Sansa cried out as the pleasure finally crested. Her entire body seized up, inner walls clamping down hard around Theon's throbbing length as waves of ecstasy crashed through her.
"That's it, love," he groaned, maintaining his perfect rhythm as she shattered. "Come for me." Her tight heat rippled around him, drawing him deeper with each pulse. Stars burst behind her eyes as the orgasm consumed her. Her back arched off the furs, pressing her breasts against his chest as she convulsed in pleasure. "Theon!" she screamed, clinging to him desperately.
The sight and feel of his wife coming undone pushed him over the edge. "Sansa!" he roared, burying himself to the hilt as his release hit. His cock pulsed powerfully, painting her inner walls with thick ropes of his seed.
"Fill me," she gasped, legs locked around his waist to keep him deep. Each hot splash inside her triggered another wave of pleasure, prolonging her climax. They clung to each other, bodies trembling through the intense sensations. His hips jerked with each pulse, ensuring his seed reached her deepest parts. Her walls continued to milk him, drawing out every drop.
"Love you," she whimpered as the pleasure slowly ebbed, leaving her boneless beneath him. "Love you so much."
"My beautiful wife," he panted, peppering kisses across her flushed face. His cock gave a final throb, depositing the last of his essence deep within her.
They stayed joined as their breathing steadied, trading soft kisses and gentle caresses. His seed trickled from where they were connected, marking her as his in the most primal way. The fire cast a warm glow over their satisfied forms as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate joining...
"Rest now, my love," Theon murmured, drawing Sansa close against his chest. Her body was still trembling slightly from their passionate lovemaking, her skin flushed and dewy with perspiration.
"Mmm," she hummed contentedly, nuzzling into his neck. His strong heartbeat beneath her ear was like a lullaby, drawing her toward sleep. "That was..." she yawned softly, "...incredible."
His fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine, making her shiver pleasantly. "You're incredible," he corrected, pressing a tender kiss to her temple. Their legs tangled beneath the furs, sharing warmth.
"Feel so safe with you," she mumbled sleepily, her hand resting over his heart. His seed was still warm inside her, a pleasant reminder of their joining that made her smile.
Theon chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Sleep, my beautiful wife." His free hand stroked through her copper hair, gently working out any tangles. "I'll keep you safe."
Sansa's breathing began to even out, her body growing heavier against his. "Love you," she whispered, already half-asleep. A small smile played at her lips as she drifted off.
"Love you more," he replied softly, continuing his soothing caresses. He savoured the feeling of her naked form pressed against his, the perfect fit of their bodies. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms as they settled into peaceful contentment. Theon stayed awake a while longer, watching his beloved wife sleep and marvelling at how perfectly their lives had woven together. The night deepened around them as they rested in each other's arms, their love having grown even stronger through their passionate union...
A moon later, shortly after Balon's death…
The salt spray stung Sansa's face as their ship approached the looming towers of Pyke. The castle seemed to grow from the very rock itself, bridges swaying precariously between the towers. She gripped Theon's arm tighter.
"They'll hate me," she whispered, watching the dour Ironborn warriors gathering at the docks. Their hard faces and leather armour were so different from the warmth of Winterfell.
"They'll respect you," Theon countered firmly, though his jaw was tense. "You're stronger than they know." He'd heard the whispers already - that his Northern wife would make him weak, that she'd try to change their ways.
As they disembarked, Aeron Greyjoy stepped forward, his seaweed-tangled hair dripping. "Nephew," he intoned grimly. "The Drowned God has called your father to his watery halls."
"Uncle," Theon acknowledged, keeping Sansa close. "We've come to pay our respects and take up my rightful place."
A harsh laugh rang out from the crowd. "Rightful place?" Victarion emerged, massive in his kraken-adorned armour. "Look at you, boy. Wrapped around your wolf-bitch's finger. The Iron Islands need iron, not silk." Sansa felt Theon bristle beside her, but before he could speak, she stepped forward. The salt wind whipped her hair like flames.
"You mistake courtesy for weakness, Lord Victarion," she said clearly, meeting his glare. "The North remembers. We endure. Like your islands, we are carved by ice and storm. I am no silk-draped southron lady."
A murmur ran through the crowd. Asha Greyjoy pushed forward, studying Sansa with sharp eyes. "Well said, goodsister. Though pretty words won't win you friends here."
"Then I shall win them with actions," Sansa replied. "As your future lady, I will learn your ways. But I will not apologize for bringing new strength to the Iron Islands."
Theon's hand found hers, squeezing proudly. "My wife speaks truth. The old way is not the only way. Together, we will make the Iron Islands greater than ever."
"Dangerous words, nephew," Aeron warned. "Change comes slowly here, if at all."
"Then it's fortunate," Theon said with steel in his voice, "that we're patient people." His eyes swept the crowd. "I am your rightful lord. Those who stand with us will prosper. Those who oppose us..."
"Will learn why the wolves are feared," Sansa finished softly, but her voice carried. The crowd shifted uneasily, but there was newfound respect in some faces. Asha's lips quirked in what might have been approval.
"Come," she said. "The salt wives have prepared rooms. Tomorrow we'll hold the funeral feast."
As they followed her up the treacherous bridges, Theon leaned close to Sansa. "You were magnificent."
"I meant every word," she replied. "We'll show them that true strength comes in many forms." The wind howled around Pyke's towers, carrying the salt and iron scent of their new home. They had battles ahead, but together they would forge a new path for the Iron Islands - one of steel and silk combined.
Later that night Theon was still out on the docks discussing with the captains, Sansa was unexpectedly visited by Asha in her private Chambers "Lady Stark," Asha's voice purred from the doorway, making Sansa turn from where she'd been brushing her hair. The older woman slipped inside, closing the door with a deliberate click.
"Lady Greyjoy," Sansa acknowledged, noting how Asha's eyes tracked over her nightgown-clad form. "I hadn't expected company at this hour."
Asha moved closer, her leather-clad form fluid like a predator. "I wanted to properly welcome my new goodsister." Her smile was sharp but appreciative. "You showed impressive steel today."
"You're very kind," Sansa replied carefully, watching as Asha poured two cups of wine without asking. The Ironborn woman's intentions were becoming clearer with each prowling step.
"Kind isn't a word often used for me," Asha chuckled, offering Sansa a cup. Their fingers brushed deliberately. "I prefer... direct." She settled beside Sansa on the bed's edge. "You're far too lovely for this dreary rock."
Sansa took a measured sip. "Beauty takes many forms. I find Pyke has its own harsh appeal."
"Mmm, speaking of harsh appeal..." Asha's hand found Sansa's knee through the thin fabric. "I see why my brother is so... devoted. Though he needn't keep you all to himself."
"Lady Greyjoy," Sansa began, but Asha's finger pressed against her lips.
"Asha," she corrected, leaning closer. "We're family now, aren't we? And family should be... close."
"Such beautiful hair," Asha murmured, running her fingers through Sansa's copper tresses. "Like fire caught in silk. Nothing like our dull Ironborn shades."
Sansa's breath caught as Asha's skilled fingers massaged her scalp. "I... thank you, my lady."
"Told you, it's Asha," she purred, moving closer on the bed. Her thigh pressed against Sansa's. "And you are exquisite. Those pretty blue eyes, these soft lips..." Her thumb traced Sansa's lower lip. "My brother is a lucky man indeed."
"You're very... forward," Sansa whispered, her cheeks flushing. Asha's other hand continued playing with her hair, occasionally brushing her neck.
Asha laughed low in her throat. "We Ironborn take what we want. And right now..." Her eyes darkened as they roamed Sansa's form. "I want to know if you taste as sweet as you look."
"I'm married to your brother," Sansa protested weakly, though she didn't pull away from Asha's touch.
"Mmmm, and he's a fool to leave such a pretty thing alone on her first night in Pyke." Asha's fingers trailed down Sansa's neck. "Let me show you how we welcome beautiful women to our islands..."
"I shouldn't..." Sansa's voice trembled as Asha leaned closer, her breath warm against Sansa's ear.
"Shouldn't what? Let me worship you properly?" Asha's lips brushed her earlobe. "Show you pleasures your husband hasn't dreamed of?" The fire crackled as tension built between them, Asha's bold advances making Sansa's heart race...
"Sweet girl," Asha growled against Sansa's lips, one hand fisting in her copper hair. The kiss was nothing like Theon's gentle ones - this was pure hunger, demanding and fierce.
Sansa whimpered, her fingers digging into Asha's leather-clad shoulders. The older woman tasted of salt air and Dornish red, intoxicating and dangerous. "We shouldn't..." she gasped as Asha's teeth grazed her lower lip.
"But you want to," Asha purred, her free hand sliding up Sansa's thigh. "I can feel you trembling for me." She deepened the kiss, her tongue claiming Sansa's mouth with practiced skill.
Heat pooled in Sansa's core as Asha pressed her back against the bed. The Ironborn woman's strength was surprising, her muscled form pinning Sansa deliciously. "Asha..." she moaned as sharp teeth found her neck.
"That's it, pretty wolf," Asha praised, sucking marks into the pale skin. "Let me hear those sweet sounds." Her thigh pressed between Sansa's legs, making her gasp. Sansa's hands slid over Asha's shoulders, feeling the coiled power beneath her jerkin. Everything about her was so different from Theon - where he was gentle, she was fierce. Where he worshipped, she conquered.
"Such a good girl," Asha murmured, claiming her mouth again in a bruising kiss. Her calloused hands roamed possessively over Sansa's silk-covered form. "Going to make you sing for me..."
Asha's hands were swift yet deliberate as she unlaced Sansa's nightgown, revealing alabaster skin inch by inch. "Like unwrapping a precious gift," she purred, sliding the silk down Sansa's shoulders. Her breasts spilled free, pale and perfect with rosy peaks hardening in the cool air.
"You're stunning," Asha breathed, tracing the curve of Sansa's waist as the gown pooled at her feet. Her copper hair cascaded over ivory shoulders, a striking contrast to the dark furs beneath them.
Sansa trembled as Asha's eyes devoured her. "Your turn," she whispered boldly, reaching for the laces of Asha's leather jerkin. Asha grinned wolfishly, shrugging off her clothes with practiced ease. Her body was lean and strong, marked with scars that only enhanced her wild beauty. Small, firm breasts topped with dark nipples, flat stomach rippling with muscle, powerful thighs that spoke of years at sea.
"Like what you see, pretty wolf?" Asha teased, pulling Sansa flush against her. The contrast of their bodies was intoxicating - Sansa's soft curves against Asha's hardened form, pale skin against sun-darkened.
"Yes," Sansa gasped as Asha's hands roamed her body possessively. Those calloused fingers traced paths of fire across her skin, making her arch and moan.
"Going to make you howl for me," Asha promised, claiming Sansa's mouth in a searing kiss as she bore her down to the furs...
"Gods, you're perfect," Asha growled against Sansa's lips, one hand tangled in copper hair while the other traced her spine. The kiss was deep, consuming, making Sansa's head spin with desire.
"Asha..." Sansa gasped when they finally broke for air, her pale skin flushed pink from throat to breasts. Her blue eyes were dark with need, lips swollen from Asha's passionate attention.
"Love how you say my name," Asha purred, trailing kisses down Sansa's elegant neck. "Love how you blush for me." Her teeth grazed a sensitive spot, making Sansa arch and whimper. "So responsive, so beautiful when you squirm." Sansa's hands clutched at Asha's shoulders as another deep kiss stole her breath. The Ironborn woman's tongue claimed her mouth thoroughly, tasting, teasing, dominating. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure through her body.
"Please," Sansa moaned when Asha pulled back to admire her handiwork - the younger woman was trembling, skin rosy with arousal, hair spread like flames across the furs.
"Patience, sweet girl," Asha smirked, tracing Sansa's lower lip with her thumb. "I'm going to take my time with you..." She captured Sansa's mouth again, swallowing her needy whimpers as skilled hands began to roam...
"So sensitive," Asha purred, circling Sansa's rosy peaks with calloused fingertips. The light touch made Sansa gasp and arch, her pale breasts heaving. "Look how they tighten for me."
"Please," Sansa whimpered as Asha's fingers ghosted over her nipples again, never quite giving enough pressure. The teasing was exquisite torture.
"Please what?" Asha smirked, lowering her head to blow cool air across one straining peak. "Tell me what you need, pretty wolf."
"More... touch me properly..." Sansa's hands fisted in the furs as Asha's tongue flicked out, barely grazing her nipple.
"Like this?" Asha finally took one peak into her hot mouth, sucking firmly while her fingers pinched and rolled the other. Sansa cried out, back arching off the bed.
"Yes! Oh gods..." Asha lavished attention on Sansa's breasts, alternating between gentle licks and firm suction, teeth grazing sensitized flesh. Her free hand kneaded the soft mound, thumb circling the areola.
"Perfect," she growled, switching sides. "So responsive for me." She nipped the underside of Sansa's breast, soothing the sting with her tongue. Sansa writhed beneath her ministrations, gasping and moaning as Asha worshipped her breasts thoroughly. The Ironborn woman seemed determined to drive her mad with pleasure.
"Ah!" Sansa cried out as Asha's mouth claimed her breast with fierce hunger. The suction was intense, bordering on pain before her hot tongue soothed the sensitized flesh.
"Such pretty sounds," Asha growled, her teeth grazing the tender peak. "Want to mark these perfect breasts, show everyone who made you sing." She sucked hard at the pale flesh, leaving rosy marks in her wake.
Sansa's hands tangled in Asha's dark hair, torn between pulling her closer and pushing away from the overwhelming sensation. "Asha... it's too much..."
"Never too much," Asha purred, laving the reddened nipple with broad, wet strokes of her tongue. "Just enough to make you desperate." Her other hand kneaded Sansa's free breast roughly before pinching the peak.
"Please..." Sansa arched, gasping as Asha switched sides, giving the neglected breast the same treatment. The contrast between sharp suction and soothing licks had her trembling with need.
"Love how responsive you are," Asha murmured against her skin. "How these pretty nipples tighten for my mouth." She demonstrated with another hard suck that made Sansa cry out.
"You're driving me mad," Sansa whimpered as Asha's tongue swirled around the tender peak before drawing it back between her lips.
"That's the idea, sweet girl," Asha smirked, her breath cool against the wet flesh. "Want you wild for me..."
"Open for me, pretty wolf," Asha commanded, her strong hands insistently parting Sansa's thighs. The younger woman blushed furiously but complied, her pale legs trembling.
"Has my dear brother tasted you yet?" Asha asked boldly, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she settled between Sansa's legs. "Did he make you sing with that clever tongue of his?"
Sansa covered her face with her hands, mortified but aroused by the intimate question. "Yes," she whispered, peeking through her fingers at Asha's knowing smirk.
"And?" Asha pressed, trailing teasing kisses along Sansa's inner thigh. "Was he good to you?"
"It was... wonderful," Sansa admitted, her blush spreading down her neck to her breasts. "He made me feel things I never..."
"Mmm, he always did have a talented mouth," Asha chuckled darkly. "But let me show you how a woman does it..." She lowered her head, breath hot against Sansa's centre. "Going to make you forget all about his skills..."
Sansa gasped as Asha's tongue made first contact, her back arching off the furs. "Oh gods..."
"That's it, sweet girl," Asha purred. "Let me hear how much you enjoy this..."
"Sweet gods," Sansa cried out as Asha's mouth claimed her with fierce hunger. The Ironborn woman's tongue was relentless, lapping broad strokes before focusing on her sensitive pearl.
"So wet for me already," Asha growled against her flesh, strong hands gripping Sansa's thighs to keep them spread wide. "Taste even better than I imagined." Sansa's hands fisted in the furs as Asha devoured her with savage intensity. Where Theon had been gentle and teasing, his sister was demanding and fierce. Her skilled tongue alternated between circling Sansa's clit and dipping inside, making the younger woman writhe.
"Asha... oh gods... it's too much..." Sansa gasped, her hips bucking against that insistent mouth.
"Never too much," Asha growled, sucking Sansa's sensitive bud between her lips. "Going to make you come so hard you forget your own name."
Sansa's thighs trembled as Asha's tongue worked her mercilessly. The pleasure was overwhelming, building faster than she could handle. "Please... I can't..."
"You can and you will," Asha demanded, redoubling her efforts. Her tongue moved with practiced skill, finding every spot that made Sansa cry out...
"Fuck, you're tight," Asha growled, sliding two fingers deep into Sansa's dripping cunt. She curled them upward, searching until she found that rough spot that made Sansa arch off the bed.
"Asha! Oh gods!" Sansa cried out, her inner walls clenching around those skilled fingers.
"There it is," Asha purred, rubbing that sensitive spot mercilessly while her thumb circled Sansa's clit. "Love how you squeeze my fingers when I touch you here."
Sansa's hips bucked wildly as Asha finger-fucked her with ruthless precision. "Please... don't stop..."
"Not planning to," Asha smirked, increasing her pace. Her fingers pumped in and out while maintaining pressure on that special spot. "Want to feel you come all over my hand."
"I'm so close..." Sansa moaned shamelessly, spreading her legs wider. Her cunt was dripping, making obscene wet sounds with each thrust of Asha's fingers.
"That's it, pretty wolf. Let me hear how much you love my fingers inside you," Asha demanded, adding a third finger to stretch Sansa further. Sansa's moans grew louder and more desperate as Asha's skilled fingers drove her toward the edge.
"Feel that building pressure?" Asha growled, her fingers maintaining relentless rhythm against that sensitive spot. "That's what happens when someone knows exactly how to touch you."
"Asha!" Sansa gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Something's happening... I feel... I can't..."
"You can," Asha purred, curling her fingers more firmly. "Let it build. Don't fight it." Her thumb circled Sansa's clit as her fingers worked that special spot that had the younger woman writhing.
"It's too intense," Sansa whimpered, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around Asha's fingers. The pressure kept building, making her thighs shake. "I feel like I might..."
"That's it, pretty wolf. You're going to come so hard for me," Asha promised, increasing her pace. "Want to feel you gush all over my hand." Sansa's back arched as the pressure became almost unbearable. Her hands clutched desperately at the furs as Asha's skilled fingers drove her toward something she'd never experienced before.
"Please... oh gods... Asha..." she moaned, her hips bucking wildly against that insistent touch.
"Come for me, sweet girl," Asha demanded, working that spot with merciless precision...
"Oh gods!" Sansa screamed as the pleasure finally exploded through her. Her back arched completely off the bed, thighs clamping around Asha's wrist as she came harder than she ever had before.
"That's it, sweet girl," Asha purred, maintaining pressure as Sansa's release gushed over her hand. "Let it all out for me." Sansa sobbed with pleasure, her body convulsing uncontrollably. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Asha's fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her. Clear fluid soaked the furs beneath them as she squirted helplessly.
"Asha... please... too much..." she whimpered pathetically, but Asha's fingers kept working that sensitive spot, drawing out her release.
"So fucking beautiful when you come," Asha growled, watching Sansa fall apart. "Love how your pretty cunt grips my fingers." Sansa's moans grew increasingly desperate as aftershocks rocked through her trembling body. Her thighs quivered, her release still coating Asha's hand and wrist.
"Never seen anything so perfect," Asha praised, finally slowing her movements as Sansa's climax began to ebb. "Such a good girl, coming so beautifully for me..."
"You taste so sweet," Asha purred, claiming Sansa's mouth in deep, possessive kisses that left her gasping for air. Each kiss was like drowning, intense and overwhelming.
"Want to taste yourself?" Asha growled against her lips. Without waiting for an answer, she pressed her soaked fingers into Sansa's mouth. "Show me what that pretty tongue can do." Sansa's eyes widened at her own tangy taste, but Asha's demanding gaze made her suck obediently. Her tongue swirled around those skilled fingers, cleaning them thoroughly.
"Good girl," Asha praised, watching Sansa's lips work around her fingers. "Love how eager you are to please." She leaned down to steal another breath-stealing kiss. Sansa whimpered into the kiss, still tasting herself on Asha's tongue. Her body trembled with aftershocks as Asha's free hand stroked soothingly down her side.
"Such a perfect little wolf," Asha murmured against her lips. "Think I'll keep you..."
"Gods, look at you," Asha growled, flipping Sansa over with strong hands. The younger woman was still weak from her intense orgasm, offering no resistance. "Such a perfect ass," Asha purred, her rough hands kneading the pale globes. "Round and soft, just begging to be marked up."
Sansa whimpered into the furs, her skin flushing pink at Asha's bold admiration. "No one's ever..."
"Then they're fools," Asha declared, spreading her hands over those perfect cheeks. "Nothing more beautiful than a woman's ass, especially one as fine as yours." Her calloused fingers traced the curve where ass met thigh, making Sansa shiver. "Could spend hours worshipping this view," Asha murmured, leaning down to press hot kisses along Sansa's spine.
"Asha..." Sansa gasped as those skilled hands continued their exploration. Her pale flesh dimpled under Asha's firm grip.
"Just relax, pretty wolf," Asha commanded, her voice thick with desire. "Going to show you exactly how much I appreciate this perfect ass of yours..."
"Like silk over steel," Asha growled, her strong hands massaging Sansa's perfect curves. Each squeeze made the pale flesh dimple beautifully beneath her fingers.
"No one's ever touched me there," Sansa admitted, face buried in the furs as Asha's skilled hands worked her flesh.
"Criminal," Asha declared, spreading her palms over those round globes. "An ass like this deserves proper attention." She kneaded firmly, watching the soft flesh spring back. Her thumbs traced the sensitive crease where cheeks met thighs, making Sansa gasp. "So responsive," Asha purred. "Love how you quiver under my touch." She leaned down to press hot kisses across the pale skin, occasionally grazing with teeth. Her hands never stopped their worship, squeezing and caressing every inch.
"Perfect," Asha breathed, completely entranced. "Absolutely perfect." Her fingers traced patterns across the sensitive flesh, making Sansa shiver.
"Please..." Sansa whimpered, though she wasn't sure what she was begging for. Asha's touch was driving her wild all over again.
"Patience, pretty wolf," Asha smirked. "I'm nowhere near done appreciating this view..."
"Such a pretty shade of pink," Asha purred as her palm cracked against Sansa's pale flesh, leaving rosy handprints. The sharp sound echoed in the chamber.
"Ah!" Sansa gasped, more surprised than hurt. The sting quickly faded as Asha's hot mouth pressed soothing kisses to the marked skin.
"Like that, pretty wolf?" Asha murmured between kisses. Her tongue traced the slight marks she'd left. "Love how your perfect ass blushes for me." Another playful smack, followed immediately by tender kisses. Sansa whimpered, torn between the brief sting and the pleasure of Asha's soothing mouth.
"Please..." she moaned, though she wasn't sure if she was begging Asha to stop or continue. Her flesh tingled where Asha's hand had landed.
"So responsive," Asha praised, alternating between gentle slaps and passionate kisses. "Love watching your skin turn pink under my hand." Each strike was followed by Asha's hot mouth, kissing and licking the sensitive flesh until Sansa was trembling with renewed need. "Going to make this perfect ass mine," Asha growled possessively. "Mark every inch of it..."
"Want to taste every inch of you," Asha growled, her strong hands spreading Sansa wide. The younger woman gasped at being so exposed.
"Asha! You can't... that's..." Sansa protested weakly, burying her burning face in the furs.
"Oh, I can and I will," Asha purred, admiring the tight pink star revealed to her gaze. "Going to show you pleasures you never imagined." Without warning, she leaned in to press a hot, wet kiss directly against Sansa's most intimate place. The younger woman cried out in shock and unexpected pleasure.
"Relax for me, pretty wolf," Asha commanded between decadent licks. Her tongue circled the sensitive rim, making Sansa tremble.
"Oh gods," Sansa moaned, torn between embarrassment and mounting pleasure as Asha's skilled mouth worked her thoroughly.
"That's it," Asha praised, her tongue growing more insistent. "Let me show you how good this can feel..."
"Love these pretty sounds you make," Asha growled between passionate licks, her tongue working Sansa's sensitive flesh with practiced skill. Her hands kept those pale cheeks spread wide.
"Asha... oh gods..." Sansa whimpered, face burning with embarrassment even as pleasure coursed through her. No one had ever touched her there, let alone with such lewd enthusiasm.
"So responsive," Asha purred, her tongue circling before pressing more firmly. "Love how you tremble when I taste you here." Sansa buried her face deeper in the furs, unable to contain her shameless moans as Asha's skilled mouth drove her wild. Her thighs quivered as that clever tongue worked her most intimate place.
"Don't hide those beautiful sounds," Asha demanded, briefly pulling back. "Want to hear how much you love this." She dove back in with renewed passion, making Sansa cry out.
"It's so... oh gods... so..." Sansa couldn't form coherent thoughts as Asha's tongue worked her relentlessly. Her embarrassment only seemed to fuel the older woman's enthusiasm.
"Going to make you come just from my tongue here," Asha promised darkly. "Show you pleasures you never dreamed of..." Asha groaned, burying her face deeper between those perfect pale globes. Her tongue pressed insistently, breaching Sansa's tight rim as her hands kneaded the soft flesh.
"Asha!" Sansa cried out, shocked by the intense sensation of that hot tongue pushing inside her. Her thighs trembled as Asha's skilled mouth worked her thoroughly.
"Love how tight you are," Asha growled between passionate licks. "How you clench around my tongue." She pressed deeper, relishing the way Sansa's perfect cheeks smothered her face. Sansa whimpered helplessly, torn between pushing back against that skilled tongue and pulling away from the overwhelming sensation. Her hands clutched desperately at the furs.
"That's it, pretty wolf," Asha purred, coming up briefly for air before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm. "Let me taste every inch of you." Her tongue worked with lewd determination, making Sansa moan and writhe. The younger woman's embarrassed pleasure only fuelled Asha's passionate assault.
"Never felt... oh gods..." Sansa gasped as Asha's tongue pushed impossibly deeper. "Please don't stop..."
Theon froze in the doorway, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Asha merely lifted her head with a wicked grin, while Sansa gasped and tried to cover herself with the furs.
"Brother," Asha purred, completely unashamed. "I was just getting to know your lovely wife properly." Her hands still possessively gripped Sansa's pale flesh.
"Theon, I..." Sansa started, her voice trembling with embarrassment and fear, but Asha cut her off.
"Don't blame your pretty wolf," Asha smirked. "I simply couldn't resist. You brought such a precious thing to our harsh shores... did you really expect me not to want a taste?"
Theon's hands clenched at his sides, his expression unreadable. "Asha..."
"Oh, don't be cross," she chuckled, pressing a final kiss to Sansa's flushed skin. "I was just showing her how we Greyjoys welcome beautiful women to our islands."
Sansa looked between the siblings, tears of shame welling in her eyes. "My lord, please forgive me..."
"Hush now," Asha soothed, stroking Sansa's hair. "No need for forgiveness when everyone enjoyed themselves so thoroughly." She turned back to Theon with a challenging grin. "Care to join us, brother? Your wife is even more delightful than I imagined..." The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife as Theon stood frozen in the doorway, faced with his sister's audacious invitation.
"Gods help me," Theon muttered, his eyes trailing over both women before him. The shame burned in his chest - not at finding his wife in such a position, but at how his body responded to seeing Asha's muscled form bare before him.
"Having impure thoughts, little brother?" Asha teased, noting his conflicted expression. She made no move to cover herself, seeming to relish his discomfort.
"This is wrong," he said hoarsely, though he couldn't tear his gaze away. Years of repressed feelings bubbled to the surface.
"Is it?" Asha challenged, running her hands possessively over Sansa's pale flesh. "The old ways never cared much for mainland taboos."
Sansa watched the siblings' interaction with wide eyes, noting the tension crackling between them. "Theon..." she whispered, uncertain.
"Your pretty wife doesn't seem to mind," Asha purred. "And I've seen how you used to look at me, even as a youth. Why deny what we all want?"
Theon's hands clenched as memories flooded back - stolen glances, forbidden thoughts he'd tried to bury. "Asha, stop..."
"Make me," she challenged, her eyes dark with promise. "Or join us. Your choice, brother..."
"Well, well," Asha purred as Theon shed his last garment, her eyes raking over his form appreciatively. "The rumours about you weren't exaggerated after all, little brother."
Theon's cheeks burned as he approached the bed, torn between shame and arousal. "Shut up, Asha."
"Why so shy?" she teased, reaching out to trail her fingers along his thigh. "Your pretty wife already knows what you're packing, and I..." her grin turned wicked, "well, I've heard the stories." Sansa watched the interaction with wide eyes, noting how similar the siblings looked in their nakedness - all lean muscle and dark hair. The firelight painted their bodies in amber as Theon hesitantly joined them on the furs.
"Always did wonder if you measured up to your reputation," Asha continued, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Nice to see something about you isn't exaggerated."
"You're impossible," Theon growled, but there was heat in his voice. Years of complicated feelings surfaced as Asha's hand grew bolder.
"That's what makes me fun," she smirked, pulling him closer. "Now, shall we show your lovely wife how Greyjoys really celebrate?"
"Go on, pretty wolf," Asha commanded, giving Sansa's pale flesh a sharp smack. "Show my brother how eager you are to please."
"I... I've never..." Sansa admitted shyly, looking up at Theon through her lashes. Her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment.
"No better time to learn," Asha purred, another playful slap making Sansa gasp. "Just be good for him. Open that pretty mouth and let instinct guide you."
Theon groaned as Sansa hesitantly moved closer, her breath hot against his skin. "You don't have to..."
"Oh, but she wants to," Asha smirked, her hand squeezing Sansa's ass encouragingly. "Don't you, sweet girl? Want to make your husband feel good?"
Sansa nodded, emboldened by Asha's commanding presence. "Show me how?" she whispered.
"Just take him in that lovely mouth," Asha instructed, giving Sansa another little slap. "And let him guide you..."
"That's it, Sansa," Theon murmured, his fingers tangling gently in Sansa's copper hair as she explored him with tentative licks. Her inexperienced enthusiasm made him groan. Meanwhile, Asha had buried her face back between those pale cheeks, making Sansa moan around Theon's length. The vibrations drew a sharp gasp from him.
"Love how you tremble," Asha growled, coming up for air briefly. "Take him deeper, pretty wolf. Show him what that sweet mouth can do." Sansa whimpered as Asha's skilled tongue resumed its passionate assault, the sensation making her take Theon deeper instinctively. His gentle hands guided her movements while Asha's demanding mouth drove her wild.
"Perfect," Theon praised as Sansa grew bolder with her exploration. "So perfect for me." His fingers massaged her scalp encouragingly while his sister's hands kneaded her flesh. The combination of Theon's loving touches and Asha's demanding passion had Sansa moaning desperately, caught between their skilled attention...
"Just like that," Theon encouraged softly as Sansa grew more confident, her tongue swirling as she took him deeper. "Such a quick learner." Sansa hummed with pleasure, both from his praise and Asha's relentless attention behind her. Her copper hair spilled over his thighs as she explored what made him gasp and groan.
"Good girl," he praised, his fingers massaging her scalp tenderly. "Love watching you learn." His hips trembled with the effort to stay still, letting her set the pace. Meanwhile, Asha's passionate worship had Sansa moaning around Theon's length, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. The combination of their attention had her trembling.
"She's a natural," Asha purred, briefly coming up for air. "Taking to it like she was born for it." Her hands squeezed Sansa's flesh possessively before diving back in. Sansa's confidence grew with each encouraging sound from Theon, each demanding touch from Asha. Her tongue grew bolder as she discovered what brought the most pleasure.
"Gods yes," Theon growled as Sansa found her rhythm, her hot mouth sliding up and down his length. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding but not forcing.
"Look how well she's doing," Asha purred, briefly abandoning her feast to lap at Sansa's dripping folds. "Such an eager student." Sansa moaned around him as Asha's skilled tongue moved between her sensitive places. The vibrations made Theon's hips buck involuntarily.
"Taking me so well," he praised hoarsely, watching his length disappear between her perfect lips. Her tongue swirled on each upstroke, drawing increasingly desperate sounds from him. Asha's demanding mouth had Sansa trembling, her own enthusiasm growing as pleasure built. She took Theon deeper, wanting to please him as thoroughly as his sister was pleasing her.
"Perfect little wolf," Asha growled between licks. "Making us both so proud."
"Let me show you heaven," Asha growled, her skilled tongue working relentlessly while her fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves. Sansa moaned deeply around Theon's length.
"That's it, love," Theon encouraged, his hips moving with careful control as Sansa took him deeper. "So perfect for me." His fingers tangled in her copper hair, guiding her movements. Asha's passionate assault had Sansa trembling, caught between overwhelming sensations. Her skilled fingers maintained their maddening circles while her tongue worked magic.
"Love how you moan for us," Asha purred, briefly coming up for air. "Such sweet sounds." She dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, making Sansa whimper.
Theon's careful thrusts grew more urgent as pleasure built. "Taking me so well," he praised, watching his wife's lips stretch around him. "Such a good girl." Sansa was lost in sensation, Asha's demanding attention and Theon's loving use of her mouth driving her wild. Her moans grew increasingly desperate.
"Let go for us," Asha demanded as her skilled fingers worked Sansa's sensitive pearl while her tongue continued its relentless assault. "Want to feel you come apart." Sansa moaned desperately around Theon's length as pleasure built to unbearable levels. Her thighs trembled violently, caught between Asha's demanding mouth and Theon's careful thrusts.
"Close," Theon groaned, his hips moving with increasing urgency. "So perfect... so good..." The combination of sensations was too much. Sansa's climax hit hard, making her cry out around Theon as her body convulsed. Her release gushed over Asha's hand as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
"Beautiful," Asha purred, maintaining pressure as Sansa shook apart. "Give us everything." Theon's control finally broke at the sight and sensation. With a deep groan, he spilled down Sansa's throat, his fingers gentle in her hair as she swallowed instinctively.
"Perfect," he praised hoarsely as aftershocks rocked through them both. "So perfect for us." Asha's skilled mouth worked them both through their release, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure until Sansa was whimpering from oversensitivity. The fire painted their satisfied forms in amber as they collapsed together on the furs, spent and sated.
"Your turn, little brother," Asha smirked, giving Theon a playful slap as she took his place on the furs. She lounged back confidently, spreading her muscled thighs with no trace of shame. Sansa's cheeks burned crimson as she took in the sight before her. Unlike her own pale softness, Asha was all lean strength. Dark curls crowned her intimate place, which glistened with obvious arousal.
"Like what you see, pretty wolf?" Asha purred, noting Sansa's wide-eyed stare. The strong scent of salt and musk filled the air between them.
"I... I've never..." Sansa stammered, but Asha's confident grin cut her off.
"Then it's time to learn," she declared. "Come here and let me teach you properly." Behind Sansa, Theon's hands found her hips, encouraging her forward as Asha beckoned with a crooked finger.
"Come closer, pretty wolf," Asha commanded, her strong hands tangling in Sansa's copper hair. "Want to show you how to please a woman properly." Sansa trembled as Asha guided her forward, overwhelmed by the intimate scent and heat. Behind her, Theon's gentle touches made her gasp.
"Just follow your instincts," Asha purred, her muscled thighs framing Sansa's face. "Let me teach you what feels good." Sansa's breath hitched as Theon's skilled fingers explored her sensitive flesh. His touch was tender, loving, while Asha's grip remained demanding.
"That's it," Asha encouraged as Sansa hesitantly moved closer. "Going to make you sing for us again..."
"Good girl," Asha purred as Sansa's tentative tongue explored her folds. "Take your time, learn what feels nice." Sansa's initial hesitation faded as curiosity took over. The strong taste was surprisingly pleasant - salt and musk and something uniquely Asha. Her tongue grew bolder, tracing each fold and crease.
"That's it," Asha encouraged, her fingers tangled in copper hair. "Use your tongue just like that." Her thighs trembled slightly as Sansa found sensitive spots. Behind her, Theon's gentle touches spurred Sansa on, making her more confident in her exploration. She discovered what made Asha gasp and moan, learning the older woman's body.
"Such a quick study," Asha praised as Sansa's tongue circled her sensitive pearl. "Born for this, weren't you pretty wolf?" Sansa hummed with pleasure, both from the praise and from how much she was enjoying this new experience. Her tongue grew more insistent as she mapped every inch.
"Perfect little wolf," Asha growled as Sansa's tongue grew more confident. Her strong thighs trembled with each eager stroke. "Love how enthusiastic you are." Sansa moaned against Asha's flesh as Theon filled her from behind, his gentle entry making her gasp. The dual sensation of pleasing and being pleased had her trembling.
"That's it," Asha encouraged, her fingers tightening in copper hair. "Show me what that sweet mouth can do." Her hips rolled against Sansa's eager tongue.
Theon's hands gripped Sansa's hips lovingly as he moved with careful control. "So good for us," he praised, making her whimper with pleasure.
"Born for this," Asha purred, watching Sansa work between her thighs. "Taking to it like you were made for pleasure." Sansa's enthusiasm grew with each sound of approval, each gentle thrust. Her tongue traced patterns that made Asha curse and grip her hair tighter.
"Perfect," Asha growled as each of Theon's thrusts pushed Sansa's eager mouth against her. "Love how desperate you are to please us both." Sansa moaned deeply, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Theon's careful rhythm had her gasping against Asha's flesh, while the older woman's encouraging sounds spurred her on.
"Taking us so well," Theon praised, his grip firm but loving on her hips. Each movement drove Sansa deeper into her task, making her whimper with pleasure.
"Who knew the proper little lady could be so wanton?" Asha purred, her fingers tangled in copper hair. "Making such pretty sounds for us." Sansa's enthusiasm grew with each thrust, each word of praise. The position felt deliciously decadent, caught between their skilled attention.
"Good girl," Asha encouraged as Sansa's tongue grew more insistent. "Show us how much you love this..."
"That's it, sweet Sansa," Theon murmured, his thrusts deep and measured. Each movement made Sansa moan against Asha's flesh, her tongue working more eagerly.
"Gods, she's perfect," Asha growled, watching Sansa's copper hair sway with each thrust. "Born to be between us like this." Sansa whimpered as Theon hit a particularly sensitive spot, making her arch back into him. His hands caressed her sides lovingly, encouraging each response.
"Love how responsive you are," he praised, picking up his pace slightly. "How eager you are to please us both."
Asha's grip tightened in Sansa's hair as the younger woman's enthusiasm grew. "Such a good little wolf," she purred. "Making me feel so good with that sweet mouth." The praise made Sansa redouble her efforts, her tongue tracing patterns that had Asha cursing. Each of Theon's careful thrusts drove her deeper into her task.
"Gods, yes!" Asha cried out as Sansa's eager mouth found just the right rhythm. Her thighs trembled around Sansa's face as pleasure built rapidly. Sansa hummed with pride as she felt Asha's reactions intensify. The older woman's hips bucked against her mouth as she maintained the perfect pressure.
"Fuck!" Asha growled, her whole body tensing. Waves of pleasure crashed through her as Sansa's skilled tongue pushed her over the edge. Her thighs clamped around Sansa's head as she shuddered through her release.
"Perfect little wolf," she praised breathlessly, her fingers gentling in Sansa's hair. "Born to please, weren't you?" Sansa glowed with pride at bringing such pleasure to the fierce woman. Behind her, Theon's steady rhythm never faltered.
"Let go for me, sweet girl," Theon encouraged, his thrusts growing more urgent. "Want to feel you come undone." Sansa's moans grew desperate as pleasure built within her. Each movement of Theon's hips drove her closer to the edge, making her tremble.
"That's it," he praised, his grip tightening on her hips. "So perfect for me, so good..." The tension built rapidly as his pace increased. Sansa's whole body shook as waves of pleasure crashed through her, making her cry out.
"Yes!" Theon growled as he felt her peak, his own release following quickly. His hips stuttered as he filled her, both of them trembling with intensity.
"Beautiful," Asha purred, watching them both come undone. Her fingers stroked through Sansa's copper hair as aftershocks made them both shudder. They collapsed together, breathless and satisfied, as gentle touches and soft praise were exchanged.
The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the three intertwined forms. Sansa's copper hair spilled across Asha's shoulder like liquid fire, her breath warm and steady against the older woman's neck.
"Never seen her sleep so peacefully," Theon murmured, his arm protectively draped over Sansa's waist. His chest pressed against her back, sharing warmth.
"She trusts us completely," Asha observed, her calloused fingers gently stroking through Sansa's hair. The younger woman made a contented sound in her sleep, nuzzling closer. The furs were tangled around their legs, evidence of their passionate night still visible in the marks and bruises decorating their skin. Theon pressed a gentle kiss to Sansa's shoulder, making her smile in her dreams.
"We'll keep her safe," Asha promised softly, her usual fierce demeanour gentled by the intimate moment. "No one will ever hurt her again."
Theon nodded against Sansa's hair, his protective embrace tightening slightly. "She's ours now," he agreed. The night deepened around them as they drifted off, three hearts beating in perfect harmony. The last thing Asha registered before sleep took her was Sansa's contented sigh and Theon's gentle snoring.
Decades later in a new spring…
"The Iron Islands have never known such prosperity," Asha declared, watching from the castle window as another merchant ship docked at Pyke's bustling harbour. "Who'd have thought a wolf-girl would teach us there's more wealth in trade than reaving?" Sansa smiled, her copper hair now streaked with elegant silver, as she leaned back against her husband's chest. Theon's arms, weathered but still strong after twenty years, encircled her waist.
"Our people needed a gentler way," Theon agreed, pressing a kiss to his queen's temple. "Though I doubt the other houses would have listened without your steel backing our changes, sister."
Asha smirked, moving to caress Sansa's cheek. "And who tamed this fierce warrior, hmm? Remember how I used to terrify the mainlanders?"
"You still do," Sansa laughed softly. "But now they fear your trading acumen more than your axe." Their eldest son, a perfect blend of wolf and kraken, could be seen in the courtyard below, training with his younger siblings. The yard rang with the clash of steel and laughter.
"You've given us everything," Theon murmured. "Heirs, wisdom, prosperity... love."
"And peace," Asha added, her usual gruffness softening as Sansa reached for her hand. "You taught us there's strength in mercy."
"The best decision I ever made," Sansa mused, "was letting myself love you both." She turned to kiss Theon deeply, then pulled Asha close for an equally passionate embrace.
"The mainland whispers that the Greyjoy queen has two spouses," Asha chuckled. "If they only knew..."
"Let them whisper," Theon said. "We know our truth."
As sunset painted the sea gold, the three rulers of the Iron Islands remained entwined, their unconventional love having forged a new era for their people. Sansa's diplomatic grace, Theon's steady leadership, and Asha's fierce protection had transformed the ironborn while maintaining their proud heritage.
"To think," Asha mused, "it all started with a wolf-girl brave enough to love two krakens..."