Sansa's heart fluttered as she crouched beneath the massive oak desk in Willas's study, listening to his uneven footsteps approaching. The sound of his cane tapping against the stone floor made her smile - she loved everything about him, even his injury. The way he'd read to her for hours, his gentle voice bringing tales of knights and maidens to life... but tonight, she yearned for more than stories.
The door creaked open and Willas entered, settling into his chair with a soft grunt. Sansa watched his legs position themselves before her, her breath quickening as she reached out to touch his thighs. He startled. "Who's there?" he called out, then gasped as Sansa's hands slid up his legs. "Sansa?"
She emerged from beneath the desk, her auburn hair gleaming in the candlelight. "My love," she whispered, "you've been neglecting certain... duties." Her fingers worked at the laces of his breeches while he sat frozen in surprise.
"Gods, Sansa," he breathed as she freed his hardening cock. It was long and elegant like the rest of him, the head flushed pink against his olive Tyrell skin. She wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft, feeling it pulse beneath her touch.
"Let me show you how much I need you," she murmured, before taking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his tip, tasting the salty essence of him. Willas moaned, his hand tangling in her hair.
"You don't have to- oh gods," he gasped as she took him deeper, her head bobbing steadily. His cock grew even harder, filling her mouth completely. She loved the weight of him on her tongue, the way he twitched when she sucked particularly hard.
"Sansa, my sweet wife," he panted, "you're so... perfect." His hips began to move slightly, careful not to hurt her. She hummed around him in response, sending vibrations through his length. She worked him steadily, one hand pumping what wouldn't fit in her mouth while the other massaged his balls. His breathing grew ragged, his grip in her hair tightening. When she felt him getting close, she pulled back to focus on his sensitive tip, her tongue flicking rapidly across it. She was delighted in the way Willas trembled beneath her ministrations. His cock was magnificent - thick and straining, the veins prominent under her exploring tongue. She traced each one deliberately, savouring his gasps.
"Gods, where did you learn..." he moaned as she swirled her tongue around his swollen head.
"I've been dreaming of this," she purred, before taking him deep again. Her hand worked his shaft in a twisting motion while she sucked, her other hand gently rolling his balls.
"Sansa, please..." he begged when she pulled back to pepper feather-light kisses along his length.
"Please what, my love?" She licked a long stripe from base to tip, making him buck.
"Don't tease me so..." But she did exactly that, alternating between deep, hungry sucks and barely-there touches. She'd bring him to the edge with firm strokes and passionate suction, then ease off to flutter her tongue against his sensitive frenulum or place delicate kisses on his tip.
"You taste divine," she whispered, lapping at the clear fluid beading at his slit. His cock twitched violently at her words. She took him deep again, hollowing her cheeks as she bobbed her head. Her hand twisted in counterpoint to her mouth's movements, creating an intense spiral of sensation. When she hummed around him, he nearly came undone.
"I'm so close," he warned, his voice strangled.
She pulled back just enough to speak: "Not yet, my sweet husband." Her tongue danced around his crown while her hand kept working his shaft, building him up only to deny him release.
His fingers tightened in her hair. "Please, Sansa, I need..."
She engulfed him again, sucking hard before releasing him with a pop. "Tell me what you need."
"You... your mouth... please don't stop..." She rewarded his begging by taking him deeper than ever, her throat relaxing to accommodate his length. Her hands never stopped their expert manipulation of his shaft and balls, drawing out his pleasure until he was incoherent with need.
When she finally decided to grant him release, she combined everything he loved - the deep suction, the twisting hand, the humming vibrations - into one overwhelming assault on his senses. His whole body tensed as pleasure crashed over him in waves. The sight of his prim and proper wife eagerly swallowing his seed nearly made him pass out from sheer bliss. She continued gently sucking and licking until he was completely spent, then released him with a satisfied smile.
"Was that worth putting down your books for?" she asked innocently, though her swollen lips and mischievous eyes betrayed her wanton nature.
"You," he panted, "are the most incredible creature in all Seven Kingdoms."
She climbed onto his lap, grinding against him. "And don't you forget it."
Willas cupped Sansa's face with trembling hands, his thumbs caressing her flushed cheeks as he claimed her mouth. The taste of himself on her lips only inflamed his passion further. His tongue sought hers, dancing together as she melted against him. "My brilliant, wicked wife," he breathed between kisses. "How did I deserve you?"
Sansa ground her hips against him, feeling him hardening again beneath her. "You deserve everything," she whispered, nipping at his lower lip. "You're so good to me, so gentle... but sometimes I need more than gentleness."
His hands slid down to grasp her hips, guiding her movements against him. "Tell me what you need, my love. I'll give you anything."
"I need you to take me right here," she purred, running her fingers through his curls. "Right on this desk where you spend so much time with your precious books." Willas growled - a sound that sent shivers down her spine - and swept his arm across the desk, sending papers flying. He lifted her onto the cleared surface, his bad leg forgotten in his passion.
"These skirts," he muttered, fighting with the layers of fabric. "Too many damned skirts."
Sansa laughed, helping him bunch them up around her waist. "Perhaps next time I'll wear less."
"Or nothing at all," he suggested, eyes darkening as he discovered she'd abandoned her smallclothes. "You really did plan this thoroughly, didn't you?"
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "I've been thinking about this all day... watching you read, seeing your clever fingers turn pages... imagining them on me instead." Willas gazed down at his wife's exposed cunt, mesmerized by the sight. Her auburn curls were already slick with desire, and his fingers trembled as he traced her folds reverently.
"So perfect," he breathed, spreading her with gentle fingers. Her pink flesh glistened in the candlelight, making his mouth water. "Like a rose in full bloom."
Sansa whimpered at his touch. "Please don't tease me..."
"But you teased me so thoroughly," he reminded her, circling her entrance with a fingertip. "Perhaps I should return the favour." He dipped just the tip of his finger inside her, making her gasp.
"Your cunt is exquisite," he murmured, making her blush at his crude language. "So tight and wet for me... the way it grips my fingers..." He pushed two digits deep inside her, curling them just right.
"Willas!" she cried out, her back arching off the desk.
"Look how responsive you are," he marvelled, his thumb finding her sensitive pearl. "The way you flutter around my fingers when I touch you here..." He demonstrated, making her moan.
Her inner walls clenched around his probing fingers as he worked her steadily. "So hot inside," he continued, his voice rough with desire. "Like velvet wrapped around steel... gods, the way you squeeze me..."
"More," she begged, rolling her hips against his hand. "Please, I need more..."
He added a third finger, stretching her deliciously. "Like this? Do you feel how your sweet little cunt opens for me? How it draws me deeper?"
"Yes," she gasped, her hands clutching at the desk's edge. "Don't stop..."
"Never," he promised, increasing his pace. "I could do this forever... watching you writhe on my fingers... feeling you get wetter and wetter..." His thumb never ceased its circles around her pearl, drawing out her pleasure. Willas worked his fingers with expert precision, watching in fascination as Sansa's flesh parted for him. His fingers moved in a "come hither" motion, stroking that rough patch inside her that made her whole body quiver.
"Right there?" he asked, though her desperate moans told him everything. "Your walls are fluttering around my fingers, my love. Does it feel good when I press here?"
"Yes!" she gasped, her hips rising to meet each thrust of his hand. "Gods, Willas, your fingers..."
He spread his fingers slightly inside her, stretching her walls. "You're so tight, sweetling. So perfect." His thumb continued its relentless circles around her swollen pearl, varying pressure and speed to keep her on edge. "The way you respond to my touch," he marvelled, watching her inner lips grip his fingers as he withdrew them almost completely before plunging back in. "Like an instrument I could play forever."
Sansa writhed beneath him, her chest heaving. "Faster... please..." He obliged, increasing his pace while maintaining the precise angle that made her see stars. His other hand slid up to pinch her nipple through her dress, adding to her pleasure.
"Look at how wet you are," he murmured, mesmerized by the sight of his fingers disappearing into her pink flesh. "Your sweet nectar is running down my hand... shall I taste it again?"
"Yes," she whimpered, then cried out as he briefly withdrew his fingers to lick them clean before returning them to their task.
"Delicious," he growled, now pumping three fingers into her welcoming heat. "But I want more... I want to feel you come apart around my fingers." His thumb pressed harder against her pearl, moving in tight circles while his fingers curled inside her. The wet sounds of his movements filled the study, mixing with Sansa's increasingly desperate moans.
"That's it," he encouraged as he felt her walls beginning to tighten. "Let go for me, my love. Show me how much you love my fingers inside your pretty cunt."
"Willas!" she cried out, her back arching off the desk as pleasure overtook her. Her inner walls clamped down on his fingers rhythmically as waves of ecstasy washed over her. He didn't stop, working her through her peak and beyond, until she was shaking with aftershocks. Only then did he slowly withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his lips once more.
Willas pulled Sansa onto his lap in his ornate chair, his expression playfully stern. "You've been quite wicked, my lady wife," he said, his hands gripping her hips. "Hiding under my desk like a naughty servant girl..."
"What will my punishment be, my lord?" Sansa asked innocently, though her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"You won't leave this study until I've put a babe in you," he growled, positioning her legs over the chair's armrests. The position left her completely exposed and at his mercy.
She moaned softly at his words. "A baby... our baby..." The thought made her even wetter as she felt his cock pressing against her entrance.
"That's right," he said, guiding her hips down slowly. "Watch how your sweet cunt takes me in... gods, you're so tight..." Sansa sank down inch by inch, savoring the delicious stretch. When she was fully seated, she began a gentle rolling motion with her hips, careful not to put strain on his injured leg.
"Like this?" she asked, circling her hips in a figure-eight pattern that made them both gasp.
"Perfect," he groaned, his hands guiding her movements. "You feel incredible... so hot and wet around me..." She established a steady rhythm, rising and falling on his length while keeping the movements controlled and fluid. Her hands braced on his shoulders as she worked herself on his cock, her breasts bouncing with each motion.
"I can feel every inch of you," she whispered, grinding down particularly hard. "So deep inside me..."
Willas's hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts through her dress. "That's it, my love... take what you need... show me how much you want my seed..."
The dirty talk inflamed her further, and she increased her pace slightly. "Fill me up," she begged. "Give me your child..."
His hands returned to her hips, helping her maintain the perfect angle. "You were made for this," he said hoarsely. "Made to take my cock... made to carry my children..." Sansa leaned forward to kiss him deeply, never stopping her rhythmic movements. The new angle made his cock hit that perfect spot inside her, drawing a long moan from her throat. Willas's fingers made quick work of her laces, his scholarly dexterity put to better use than turning pages. As her dress fell open, he groaned at the sight of her perfect breasts spilling free.
"Beautiful," he breathed, cupping their weight in his hands. "Like ripe peaches..." His thumbs brushed over her pink nipples, making them stiffen further.
"They're so sensitive," Sansa gasped, still riding him in that maddening rhythm. Her back arched, pushing her breasts further into his eager hands.
"I know exactly how you like them touched," he murmured, rolling her nipples between his fingers. "How you moan when I do this..." He demonstrated by pinching them slightly, making her cry out. He leaned forward to take one rosy peak into his mouth, sucking hard while his hand continued to work the other. His tongue swirled around her nipple before flicking it rapidly, drawing desperate sounds from her throat.
"Willas... gods..."
"Your teats are perfect," he said against her skin, moving to lavish attention on her other breast. "So responsive... so sweet..." He grazed her nipple with his teeth, then soothed it with his tongue. Sansa's movements became more erratic as he continued his assault on her sensitive peaks. His hands kneaded her soft flesh while his mouth worked magic, alternating between gentle sucks and sharp little bites that made her walls clench around his cock.
"When you're with child," he murmured, "they'll grow even fuller... more sensitive..." He emphasized his words by sucking hard on one nipple while pinching the other. "I'll worship them every day..."
"Yes," she moaned, grinding down harder on his length. "Don't stop..."
He caught both nipples between his fingers, rolling and tugging them in time with her movements. "I love how they bounce while you ride me... how they fit perfectly in my hands..." His mouth returned to her breast, sucking and licking with increasing fervour. The combination of his cock hitting her sweet spot and his devoted attention to her breasts was pushing her rapidly toward another peak.
Willas gripped Sansa's hips tightly, passion overwhelming his usual caution. "I need you," he growled against her breast, then thrust up hard into her welcoming heat.
"Yes!" Sansa cried out, matching his rhythm. "Take me, my love..." His thrusts grew more forceful, his bad leg forgotten in his desperate need. Each upward drive made Sansa bounce in his lap, her breasts swaying enticingly before his face. He captured one nipple between his teeth, tugging gently as he continued to pound into her.
"You feel incredible," he panted, releasing her nipple to speak. "So tight... so perfect... riding my cock like you were made for it..."
Sansa braced herself on his shoulders, meeting each thrust with equal fervour. "Harder," she begged. "Fill me up... make me yours..." His hands slid to her ass, helping to lift and guide her movements as he drove deeper. The chair creaked beneath them, but neither cared. All that mattered was their joining, the slick sounds of their coupling filling the study.
"Look at me," he commanded, and when she met his gaze, the raw desire in his eyes made her walls clench around him. "I want to see your face when you come apart on my cock." His thrusts became more erratic, more desperate. One hand moved between them to circle her pearl, while his mouth returned to her breast, sucking hard enough to leave marks.
"Willas!" she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm so close..."
"Come for me," he growled against her breast. "Let me feel that sweet cunt squeeze me... milk every drop from me..." Willas felt Sansa's inner walls beginning to flutter around him as she approached her peak. Her movements grew more desperate, grinding down hard on his cock as pleasure built inside her.
"That's it," he growled, his mouth moving between her breasts. "Let go for me... show me how much you love my cock inside you..."
Sansa's whole body began to tremble, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Willas... I'm... oh gods..." Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, making her cry out his name. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around him, squeezing his length in waves of pleasure. Her back arched sharply, pushing her breasts further into his eager mouth as ecstasy coursed through her. The sight of his wife coming undone, combined with the exquisite pressure of her cunt milking his cock, pushed Willas over the edge. He thrust up hard into her one final time, spilling his seed deep inside her with a hoarse shout of her name.
"Fill me," Sansa begged, still riding out her own pleasure. "Give me everything..." Her walls continued to pulse around him as he emptied himself inside her, each contraction drawing another spurt from his throbbing length. The sensation seemed to go on forever, their shared pleasure feeding off each other in an endless loop of ecstasy. When the waves finally began to subside, they clung to each other, trembling and gasping for breath. Willas could feel their combined essence dripping from where they were still joined, marking his breeches and her thighs.
"Stay inside me," Sansa whispered, resting her forehead against his. "I want to keep you there... keep your seed deep inside me..."
He kissed her softly, his hands stroking her back. "As my lady commands," he murmured. "Though I warn you... feeling you like this, still squeezing me so sweetly... it won't take long before I'm ready to fill you again..."
Sansa smiled wickedly, deliberately clenching her inner muscles around his sensitive length. "Promise?"
His answering groan told her exactly how much he enjoyed her teasing. "Wicked woman," he said fondly, pulling her down for another kiss. "What have you done to your proper lord husband?"
"Made him as wanton as his wife," she replied, beginning to move her hips in slow circles. "Now... about that promise..."
Nine moons later, Sansa's labour cries echoed through Highgarden's halls. After hours of struggle, a piercing newborn wail filled the birthing chamber. The midwife cleaned the squalling infant, wrapping her in soft Tyrell green swaddling.
"A beautiful girl, my lady," the midwife announced, placing the babe in Sansa's trembling arms. Sansa gazed down at her daughter, tears welling in her eyes. The baby had a dusting of copper-gold hair - a perfect blend of Tyrell and Tully colours. Her tiny fingers curled around Sansa's thumb with surprising strength.
"But... it's not a boy," Sansa whispered, anxiety creeping into her voice. Her own mother had given birth to a son first, as had most noble ladies she knew. The door burst open and Willas hurried in as fast as his bad leg would allow, his face alight with joy. He sat carefully on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch his daughter's cheek with trembling fingers.
"She's perfect," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "Look at her, my love - she has your nose, your lovely mouth..."
"You're not disappointed?" Sansa asked hesitantly.
Willas looked at her in surprise. "Disappointed? How could I be? She's magnificent - just like her mother." He leaned forward to kiss Sansa's forehead. "You've given me the most precious gift imaginable." The baby chose that moment to open her eyes - Tyrell golden-brown, just like her father's. Willas made a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob.
"Hello, little rose," he whispered, letting her grab his finger. "I'm your papa, and I already love you more than all the books in my library."
Sansa's heart melted at the sight of her usually composed husband completely undone by their tiny daughter. "What shall we name her?"
"Alerie," Willas suggested softly. "After my mother... unless you'd prefer a Northern name?"
"Alerie is perfect," Sansa smiled, watching as their daughter - Alerie - yawned delicately. "Though perhaps we could give her a Northern middle name? Alerie Lyanna?"
"Alerie Lyanna Tyrell," Willas tested the name, grinning as the baby seemed to respond to it. "A perfect name for a perfect girl." He carefully gathered both wife and daughter into his arms. "Thank you, my love. For everything."
"Even though she's not a boy?" Sansa couldn't help asking one last time.
Willas laughed softly. "My dear, do you think I care about that? Look at her - she's already as beautiful as you, and I'm certain she'll be just as clever. Besides..." He winked at her. "We had such fun making her, we can always try again for a boy. Though I warn you, I might be hoping for another girl."
Sansa blushed, remembering that passionate afternoon in his study. "Perhaps we should wait until I've recovered..."
"Of course," he agreed, pressing gentle kisses to both their foreheads. "For now, I just want to hold my two beautiful ladies and thank the gods for blessing me with such happiness." Little Alerie cooed softly, as if in agreement, making both parents laugh. As Sansa watched Willas gently stroke their daughter's copper-gold curls, she knew she had never been happier. This was everything she had dreamed of as a girl - not the empty pageantry of court, but true love, a kind husband, and now a beautiful child of their own.
"I love you," she whispered, both to her husband and their daughter.
"And I love you both," Willas replied, his eyes shining with joy and unshed tears. "More than all the roses in Highgarden, more than all the books ever written, more than life itself."