Game of Alchemy 11 (Patreon)

It had felt like months, but Sansa and I were on the road to Winterfell along with a number of Lannister guards. By all estimates, it would also be another month before King Joffrey would marry Margaery Tyrell. To say that I was glad to finally be leaving the city behind was a major understatement. While it had been necessary at the beginning, to establish and secure a future for myself, the constant politicking and backstabbing was exhausting.

But that was in the past now. I was on the road north, on my way to Winterfell with Sansa, my new wife. She looked even happier than I was to be leaving King's Landing, for understandable reasons considering everything that had happened to her family there. Still, the trip would take the better part of a month, and while Sansa was still a lot younger than I had planned on my bride to be, she had been surprisingly eager to fulfill her ‘wifely duties’ once we were on the road.

At a guess, it was because I had been kind, asked her a great many questions of her home, and had gotten her away from the Lannisters that she associated with her torment.

The only downside of the trip so far was the number of men Tywin had sent with us. There were over one hundred in total, with most being either Lannister soldiers, or household guards of the Lannister bannermen. Granted, I was liable to get horribly lost if I tried to navigate to Winterfell, and Sansa had only passed through the lands between the Neck and King's Landing once. But even with them handling the navigation part, they were a distraction at the best of times.

Thankfully, Sansa and I had a wagon and tent that was separate from the rest of the procession, and that afforded us a little privacy. Not a lot, as the guards weren't stupid and they did occasionally peek, but enough for us to get away from the noise and chatter of the camp at night. Something that we were currently taking advantage of.

Sansa's head rested on my shoulder, her face a bright red as she panted. I leaned down, nipping at the skin of her neck as my hands continued to explore her naked body. Her nipples were stiff peaks, her chest heaving as she gasped and moaned. Her skin was warm and soft, her legs splayed open wide for me.

“Oh gods, oh gods,” she moaned, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I kissed and nibbled her neck. “Don't stop!”

I grinned, my hand sliding between her legs and stroking her slick folds. Her hips bucked against me, her juices flowing freely. I could feel her orgasm building, her entire body trembling beneath me.

“Come for me, my lady,” I whispered into her ear, my fingers working their magic on her clit. “Come for me.”

She let out a cry, her head falling back and her hips arching against me. Her muscles tensed, her eyes rolling back in her head. I could feel her climaxing, her body wracked with pleasure. Finally, she went limp, her chest heaving as she panted.

“So loud, the rest of the camp may come to check,” I teased her, making her flush a deeper red. “How shall we fix that?”

Sansa was quiet for a moment, before she got a determined expression on her face and put her hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me onto my back on our bedroll. Shifting position, so that she was half laying on me, she leaned her head down as she took my rock hard cock in her small, delicate hands.

To my pleasant surprise, Sansa started licking my cock, her tongue sliding from the base up to the head and back again. I could feel her hot, wet saliva coating my length as she worked her way back up to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing me. I groaned, enjoying the sensation of her touch, but wanting more.

I put a hand on the back of her head, guiding her gently. “Suck it,” I told her.

She obliged, opening her mouth and wrapping her lips around the head of my cock. She was obviously inexperienced, but her enthusiasm was evident, and the way she used her tongue more than made up for it.

I watched her closely, my hand on her head, guiding her movements. “That's it,” I encouraged her. “Take it deeper.”

She complied, taking my cock deeper into her mouth, until she gagged. I was patient, not forcing her, letting her learn at her own pace.

After a few moments, she started to bob her head, her tongue working its magic. There was the occasional feel of teeth, but the way her throat constricted around me, the feeling of her hot mouth sucking me, more than made up for it.

When her hand began to play with my balls, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. I put my hands on her head, gripping her hair, and started thrusting up into her mouth, fucking her. She gagged, her eyes watering, but did not try to pull away.

She didn't try to resist, even as I forced the head of my cock into her throat, choking her. I could feel her body straining, her hands reaching up to grab at my legs. But she didn't try to fight, didn't struggle. She just let me use her, let me fuck her throat.

“Fuck, that's good,” I grunted, thrusting harder, deeper. “Take it all. Suck it. Fuck!”

With one final thrust, I exploded into her, my cock erupting down her throat. I could feel her gulping, trying to swallow, but I was too big, and her throat too full. My seed spilled out of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her chest.

She coughed and sputtered, her face flushed. But when I pulled out of her mouth, her lips remained open, her eyes wide and staring up at me.

“You enjoyed that, didn't you?” I asked, grinning.

She nodded, her voice hoarse. “Yes, Husband.”

My dick twitched at the inflection she put on the last word, “Do you want more?”

She swallowed, her eyes flickering down to my cock, still semi-erect, then back up to meet mine. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Good girl.” I pulled her into a sitting position and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. My hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts.

They were tiny, still in the process of forming, but they were sensitive, and the way she moaned and pressed her body against mine was a clear sign that she liked what I was doing. I pinched her nipples, tugging them gently, and she gasped. She pushed herself into my hands, her back arching.

I grinned, leaning forward and kissing her. She was eager, her mouth opening to receive me. Her tongue found mine, and we tangled, a dance of lust and desire. My hands moved to her hips, holding her steady.

I lifted her up, breaking the kiss, and turned her around so that she was facing away from me. She went easily, letting me maneuver her. Her knees were on either side of my legs, and her ass was hovering above my lap. I took a moment, squeezing and running my hands over the soft, firm flesh, enjoying the view. Then, I brought her down, slowly impaling her on my cock.

She let out a gasp, her fingers clawing at the sheets below her. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles straining. I could tell she was trying to relax, but it was a struggle. I was still really big for her, but as her hips touched mine, she turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, a look of pride and happiness on her face.

“Good girl,” I whispered, leaning up and kissing her cheek.

I pulled back, watching her expression change as I filled her. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened, her lips forming an 'o' shape.

Her breathing was coming faster, her hips rocking back and forth as she adjusted to the feel of me inside her. She was tight, but she was getting used to it. I could feel her walls loosening around me, her muscles relaxing.

After a moment, I started to move, slowly pumping in and out of her. Her moans were muffled by the hand that she brought up to cover her mouth, but her hips moved, matching my rhythm. She was wet, her juices flowing freely. I could feel the slickness coating my cock, making it easier for me to slide in and out of her.

I increased my speed, thrusting harder, deeper. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her down onto me as I thrust up. She gasped, her bright blue eyes flying open. Her body tensed, and she shuddered, her muscles tightening around me. I could feel her juices gushing from her, the heat of her core enveloping me.

I didn't slow, continuing to pound into her. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head. My fingers dug into her skin, leaving marks, but I didn't care. I was close, and I knew she was, too.

Suddenly, she tensed, her body going rigid. Her hands clutched the blankets, her knuckles turning white. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream.

I could feel her cumming, her inner walls contracting around me, squeezing me, milking me. Her juices gushed from her, coating my cock. The scent of her filled the air, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and arousal.

I could feel my own orgasm building, the pressure mounting. I couldn't hold back any longer, and I gave a final, deep thrust, burying myself in her. My cock erupted, spurting thick ropes of seed deep inside her. I felt her body shake, her muscles contracting around me. Her walls clenched, massaging me, drawing every drop of my essence from me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, my cock buried inside her, both of us catching our breath. Slowly, her muscles relaxed, and she slumped against me. I held her, stroking her hair, her back. Her head rested on my shoulder, her hair a mess, her face flushed. She looked up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded.

“Was that… was that good?” she asked.

I smiled, kissing her gently, “Yes, very good.”

She beamed, and snuggled against me. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. I could feel her breathing, her heart beating. We lay there, basking in the afterglow.

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When I awoke, it was to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking. I blinked, and saw Sansa sitting on a chair in front of a fire, tending a pot and pan. Her lovely red hair was braided and she wore a relatively simple dress, her feet bare.

“Good morning, husband,” she greeted with a shy smile, glancing back at me.

“Good morning,” I replied, sitting up and stretching.

“I managed to get a few eggs from one of the Lannister guards,” Sansa said, her smile leaving her face. “He said that we should reach the Twins today.”

Ah, the keep where her brother and mother were murdered. I would be worried if she didn’t have reservations about the place.

I rose, dressing quickly and walking over to her, “Did he now? Well, thank you, Sansa.”

She blushed, looking down, “It is nothing.”

“It is not nothing, Sansa,” I assured her, kissing the top of her head. “I will see what I can do to ensure that your family’s remains are returned to Winterfell. I promise.”

“Thank you,” she muttered, saying nothing else.

We ate quickly, our tent was soon packed up, and the procession was on the road again within the hour. True to the guard’s prediction, the Twins were visible on the horizon around noon, and we arrived at the gates an hour later.

What I was considering would most certainly annoy Tywin, but so long as I frame it in a similar manner as the Reynes and Castamere I should be able to get away with it. Both of my gauntlets were on my hands, and the ample humidity from the Green Fork provided plenty of water in the air for me to work with.