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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Jon_Snow/Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Sansa_Stark, Jon_Snow
  Additional Tags:
      POV_Female_Character, Female_Sexuality
  Series:
      Part 4 of Merry_Month_of_Masturbation_'12
  Collections:
      Merry_Month_of_Masturbation_2012
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-12 Words: 545
****** The Needs of a Lady ******
by SalemDae_45
Summary
     As a lady, Sansa Stark was taught to hold her tongue and keep her
     composure when something startled her. But when she saw her half-
     brother Jon, shirtless, in the horses’ stable, she loses all self-
     control.
As a lady, Sansa Stark was taught to hold her tongue and keep her composure
when something startled her. She wasn’t to show her emotions unless it was
appropriate {such as funerals or birth of her first born son}. It was how
ladies held their place in the world and Sansa will do the same.
On a beautiful sunny afternoon, Sansa decided to take a walk. She walked around
the horses stable when she laid eyes on Jon Snow. She stopped within her
tracks, keeping her eyes on her older half-brother.
Jon didn’t wear a shirt but allowed his bare chest to be kissed by the
sunlight. Sweat glisten on his lean but muscular body as he hit the dummy with
his sword. She saw how his muscles contract under his weight. The neutral frown
appeared on his face as his tongue slightly protruded from his full lips. He
was rather tall for his age and full of black curly hair and gray eyes which
made him different from her other brothers.
Sansa pressed her fingers to her lips. She quickened her breathing, feeling wet
between her legs. Jon Snow had matured over the years. He was no longer the
bastard her mother hated, but a man Sansa could marry. Even his voice, once
high and childish was deep and heavy every time he panted. His hands were huge,
suitable size to fondle her still developing breast…
Sansa stared at Jon who stared at her back. He held his sword firmly as a shy
smile and blushed formed on his face. Sansa glared at him before leaving the
stables.
When she was out of his reach, she picked up her pace. Jon Snow, no longer a
boy but a man who stirred something inside her.
She hated that feeling.
Sansa ran inside her room and locked the door. She sat on the floor, lifted up
her dress and slid her hand inside her knickers. She hissed, grinding her
fingers near her wetness. She closed her eyes, thinking of Jon. He kissed her,
running his fingers down her body.
Sansa continued to rub her now throbbing clit. She pictured Jon gliding his
tongue down her small throat until he stopped at her breast. He kissed them
each before putting them in his mouth. She moaned, almost feeling his hot mouth
sucking and nibbling her breast while his fingers entered her.
Sansa quickened her pace, thinking it was his prick inside her. Her thrust
violently while teasing her with his tongue. Her skin was on fire, voice swore
and body shaking from the intensity of her hands.
“Oh Jon…Oh Jon…fuck,” she cried, wishing it was Jon teasing her clit, and
licking her cunt.
She widened her legs, knowing she was about to leave her high. The image of Jon
sucking on her cunt while his hands kneaded her inner thighs was too much for
her to bear.
“Ah…uhh…” Sansa fell to her side, riding out her orgasm.
She remained still as her body cool down and her brain worked properly. Then
the guilt sank in.
“Damn you, Jon,” Sansa hissed.
As a lady, Sansa Stark was taught to hold her tongue and keep her composure
when something startled her. Perhaps she needed more practice.
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