A Devil's Bargain Pt. 2 (DxD/Game of Thrones) (Patreon)

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Themes: Oral Sex, Loving Sex, Breeding

Summary: Part 2 of A Devil's Bargain. Despite what has already happened, it is still difficult for Sansa to invite Issei into her bed without the excuse of "payment". It's stupid, but she wants more than once. Therefore, the girl is looking for more and more new reasons for concluding contracts. In actuality what Sansa really wants is to find herself with Issei's child. On the way to White Harbor, she learns the chances of getting pregnant by a Devil are very low. But that just means she has to try harder.

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“Sansa, you really don’t have to…”

“Issei please. Have you not fulfilled our contract to the letter so far? The least I can do is repay you as agreed upon.”

“But this… oooh~”

Sansa Stark’s mouth descends down Issei Hyoudou’s cock for the first time. She stares up at his face as she begins to fellate him right then and there in the guest quarters she’s been assigned.

There was a saying. Something along the lines of not appreciating the things you have until you lose them. Sansa… Sansa Stark had a good life. She had a wonderful family. She had a happy, secure home. And now… she had none of those things.

Her life had gone from good to terrible, in part because of choices she’d made, in part because of things outside of her control. Her family had been rent asunder, her father dead. And her home… well, she’d made the decision to leave her home behind, thinking that there was a better life waiting for her down South. Oh what a stupid young fool she’d been.

All of this was to say, when Issei Hyoudou (a strange name for a man, but not for a demon she supposed) had appeared before her, inadvertently summoned by Sansa’s own hand, she had been at her lowest possible point. Making a deal with a demon, as blasphemous and likely to damn her soul as it was, had just… seemed like the thing to do at the time.

Frankly, if he dragged her back to his realm and enslaved her soul for the rest of her days, it would be no less than Sansa deserved for her foolishness, or so she’d figured.

That hadn’t happened though, of course. And as time went on… well, it was safe to say that Sansa’s faith in Septa Mordane’s teachings, if not the Seven in general, had been increasingly shaken. Issei was nothing like the demons she’d been taught to fear. Maybe that had to do with him saying he was actually a devil, or maybe… maybe everything she’d been taught had been wrong.

One thing was certain, Issei was far stronger than any mortal man could be. Even some of the strongest knights of the Seven Kingdoms had not been able to stop him from spiriting her away from the Red Keep, through King’s Landing, and on a boat that he’d paddled himself with his inhuman might for hours without tiring.

By the time they’d made it to that tower, Sansa hadn’t been nearly as scared anymore of the deal she’d made with Issei. In fact, she’d been very interested in fulfilling it, because she’d come to understand a few things about her devilish savior. For one, he was honorable and chivalrous in a way so many knights had failed to be in her recent memory. For two, he was of an age with her, rather than older by decades.

… So Sansa had hatched a plan. First was fulfilling her end of the original agreement. After that, she’d made a new deal with Issei, one that required her to continue taking care of his carnal needs in exchange for him taking her all the way to White Harbor, to the seat of House Manderly. Of all of her father… now her brother’s vassals, Lord Manderly was undoubtedly one of the most loyal from what Sansa knew.

That was why she’d been confident that making her way to his seat would see her safe, at least for the time being. However, if she wanted a more permanent sort of safety, Sansa knew she had to reach out and seize it with both hands for herself. And the only way to do so… was in Issei Hyoudou.

He was a good man, for all that he was not a man. And even more than that, he was a powerful fighter, a true warrior… and an earnest protector. What else could a woman ask for in a man? What else could a woman ask for… in the father of her child?

Yes, that had become Sansa’s new plan. Give Issei her body as often as possible, seek to enamor him with her as much as she could… and if she could manage it, get pregnant with his babe so that the two of them might be bound by more than just circumstances and devil deals.

Admittedly, Sansa had gone into said plan without all of the relevant data. For instance, on their way to White Harbor, she was glad to have asked the right questions… and learned that devils such as Issei did not have children nearly as easily as humans. In fact, Sansa had even learned that Issei himself was not originally a devil, though he also wasn’t from this world either.

Instead, he had been born human on another world entirely, and then died to a monster. After which, a devil had happened upon him and transformed him into one, using a device to ‘reincarnate’ him as a devil. It was a lot to process, and some of Issei’s explanations went over Sansa’s head, but at the end of the day, she’d taken away the most important parts.

Number One, Issei could not reincarnate her as a devil because he didn’t have the device necessary for it. Number Two, the chance of Issei getting her pregnant was almost nonexistent.

… But it wasn’t impossible. And if it wasn’t impossible, Sansa still felt she had to try. Which led to now, with her on her knees, bobbing up and down on Issei’s member.

His cock is… big. Not that Sansa has had much experience with male phalluses in her life. In fact, Issei’s is the only one she’s ever seen, so it’s not like she can compare it to any others. However, in comparison to her mouth, or her no longer virgin sex, he’s definitely large by Sansa’s estimation.

Still, she bobs up and down on him, doing her best to fellate him in a way that will please her contracted devil. The more she can have sex with him, the greater the chance that he will breed her and give her a child. Of course, Sansa is well aware that swallowing his seed wouldn’t be conductive to that desire.

She’s not an idiot, she knows that men’s ejaculation cannot quicken in a stomach like it might in a womb. With that in mind, she gets Issei as close to the edge as she dares before pulling back and looking up at him with a small smile.

“I must thank you for bringing me to my family’s loyal vassal, Issei. Not only did you get me out of King’s Landing, but you brought me all the way here.”

Rising, she hikes up her dress, revealing a lack of smallclothes underneath. This is not the second time she and Issei have had sex… in fact, it’s easily past the tenth at this point. As such, Sansa has long learned that going without smallclothes usually made things easier. Especially since she needed to have Issei take her as often as possible if she wanted to complete her goals.

Issei’s words, whatever they might have been, catch in his throat as he sees her glistening wet slit. Smirking now, Sansa climbs into his lap, letting her dress fall down around their crotches even as she impales herself upon his cock and begins to ride him right then and there.

His hands go to her hips and he lets out a shuddering breath mere inches from her face as his cock surges and throbs inside of her. Sansa loops her arms around his neck and beams at him, even as she gently begins to gyrate her hips upon his cock. Finally, Issei finds his voice.

“That was the original deal, Sansa… to get you out of King’s Landing and see you to safety. You didn’t… we didn’t need to make another one…”

Sansa shakes her head at that, even as a small moan leaves her lips.

“I was safe in that tower you brought me to. For more than that… more payment was needed. Even your own instincts agreed with me on that.”

Issei winces, even as Sansa knows she’s scored a point there. The very next morning after he’d claimed her virginity, Sansa had broached the topic of further payment and the need for a new contract. Issei had tried to deny the need for such things, only for his voice to catch in his throat. He was a good, honorable sort… but he was still a demon… or a devil. Whatever.

In the end, he was bound by things beyond Sansa’s understanding, but just because she did not fully understand them didn’t mean she couldn’t understand how they worked. And so she’d given over her body to Issei, and in exchange he had brought her here, to White Harbor… to the North.

Even if it wasn’t Winterfell, it was good to be home again. And not just because of how good Issei felt inside of her right now. Breath hitching, Sansa begins to ride him, bouncing up and down on his cock with soft moans that are nevertheless growing in volume.

Lord Manderly had recognized her immediately, thankfully, and quickly taken her in as a noble guest of his House. Not just noble… royal. Apparently, her brother had declared himself King in the North. Which meant Sansa was now a Princess of the North of all things.

None of that mattered to her in the end though. She’d seen just how much power Kings had when her father had died trying to carry out Robert Baratheon’s last wish. What mattered, ultimately, was Issei… and finding ways to encourage him to stay with her… to make their relationship a permanent one, no matter the cost.

She would bear him a child. That, Sansa had already decided. But what-!

Her eyes widen as she suddenly finds herself on her back on the bed, her dress falling back over her lower body and down to her ankles as Issei vanishes after pulling her off of him. Before Sansa can question his actions, however, the reason behind them becomes self-apparent when the door to her quarters suddenly opens up and the worried face of Lord Manderly’s second daughter, Wylla Manderly pokes in.

“Ah… Lady, I mean… Princess Sansa? Are you alright? I heard strange noises…”

For a long moment, Sansa just stares at the other noblewoman. This, in turn, causes Wylla to blanch as she clearly comes to a conclusion after seeing Sansa is alone… namely, that the noises she must have heard were Sansa weeping. More than that, she never should have just barged in without knocking first.

“A-Apologies Princess! I shouldn’t have… I’ll go now!”

Not seeming to know what to do with a weepy princess or her own inappropriate behavior, the young noblewoman hastily departs from the room, closing the door behind her again. After a beat, Issei appears at the side of the bed, seemingly from nowhere.

“Well, that was close.”

Sansa hadn’t known her protector could turn invisible, but she supposed he WAS a devil. Still… she wastes no time in hiking up her dress and spreading her legs.

“She won’t bother us again… so you can finish what you started~”

Issei only hesitates for a second before getting on top of her and sliding back inside of her. Despite her confident words, Sansa endeavors to stay quieter as he fucks her, at first holding back her moans and then burying her face in the crook of his neck when she can no longer count on her lips to contain her voice.

Truthfully, she’s not sure what would have happened if Wylla had actually caught them. They knew Issei had managed to get her out of King’s Landing, but they didn’t know how yet… and even if the true story of his inhuman strength and speed made its way North, Lord Manderly and his family were likely to just consider it an embellishment of whatever must have really happened.

Still, for all that she was now a ‘Princess’, Sansa doubts anyone would be happy if they found out about her relationship with Issei. It was a stark reminder that for all that she’d made it back to the North, she still had very few true allies. She was surrounded by her family’s vassals and loyal subjects, but nobody who was loyal to her and her alone except for Issei.

More than that though, she needed more reasons for Issei to stick around. More ways to keep him close to her… and perhaps that meant letting him go, just for a little bit.

A plan begins to form in Sansa’s mind, even as she cries out and cums for Issei. A moment later and he’s filling her with his seed again, pumping her to the brim with his ejaculate. Sansa shudders under him as he does so, and only once he’s done and they’re both laying there recovering does she decide to broach the subject.

“Issei… I wish to make a new contract with you.”

He jolts at that, but before he can say anything, she rushes to get it all out.

“My friend… I had a friend named Jeyne Poole. She and her father came with us to King’s Landing when we traveled South. Her father died when mine was arrested for treason. But Jeyne… I don’t know what happened to her. I wish for you to find her for me. Now that I’m safe, I want to make a contract with you to find out her fate, one way or another.”

On his side now looking at her, Issei swallows thickly, his voice rough when he finally speaks.

“… And what are you offering in exchange for this, Sansa?”

“Jeyne and I will service you with our bodies if you can bring her back to me alive. If she’s dead… then I suppose I will give more of myself in exchange.”

What she leaves unsaid is that either way, she wins. If Issei is able to rescue Jeyne, then Sansa will have her friend back. And she’s confident she can convince the other woman to lay with him once she explains things. If Jeyne is dead however, Sansa will make a pledge on the spot that her womb belongs to Issei and Issei alone… and they’ll see if such a pledge might bypass the low birthrate for devils.

“… Acceptable.”

It’s clear Issei is reluctant to make such a deal, but as a devil he has to ask for something and what Sansa is offering is good enough for his instincts, even if he likely doesn’t understand the second part she’s offering. Regardless, Issei immediately rises and while Sansa wants to tell him he can leave on the morrow, she knows it’s better if he goes as soon as possible, so he can return as soon as possible.

As such, instead of telling him to stay, Sansa tells him something else.

“Issei… I don’t know what happened to Jeyne. But… the one who likely would know what fate befell her is the same woman who saw my father executed. The Queen Mother of the Seven Kingdoms… Cersei Lannister.”

Issei pauses… and then nods.

“Understood.”

And with that he’s gone. Sansa shivers as she finds herself suddenly very alone. But with a womb full of Issei’s seed, and a certainty that nobody on Westeros can harm him, she knows he’ll come back to her… one way or another.