#reek x Ramsay

[theeironprice]

Size difference // body differences // head cannon Thramsay thoughts💭↓

This is geared toward book Thramsay, post Reek Theon.

I just decided to say fuck it and post this but I’ll be honest I am too lazy to check it for grammar and I might get too nervous to post it if I wait so—whoops I’ll edit out mistakes at some point I’m sure

♡ I’ll start with their hands! Pre Reek Theon had elegant, well manicured nails. His fingers are long, but his hands are overall on the smaller side.

Ramsay mutilating Reek’s hands with his own much larger ones is.. yes, gimme. They’re big enough to wrap around the width of Reek’s waist with ease. They engulf the smaller pair completely; the surface area of them are all the better to strike Reek with.

Ramsay’s hands are strong and capable; while Reek’s hands have become unfunctional due to the damage. Both of their fingers twitch often; Ramsay’s with rage and urge and desire and Reek’s with a nervousness and nerve damage. They both have callouses along their fingers and palms—though Ramsay’s are from holding Blood’s reins and Reek’s are born from manual labor and chores.

♡Leading up to their arms~ Reek’s wrists are so small and the bone of it is so pronounced that it’s almost sharp—another thing Ramsay can wrap a hand around with ease; his wrists on the other hand are thick things that give way to forearms and biceps to match.

Ramsay’s arms are thick things dusted with hair that’s concentrated on his forearms. His skin is pink with rosacea around his upper arms—they’re muscled but there’s a layer of squish over the hard base.

He’s always throwing Reek around!!

Reek’s arms are weak and completely lacking any meaningful amount of both muscle and fat—they’re made of bone, skin and covered in a variety of scars.

♡Their legs are made the same way—Ramsay’s thighs are thick, with plenty of space for his pet to sit on. Reek’s knees are knobby and prone to trembling. Ramsay has little stretch marks on his inner thighs while Reek’s inner thighs are constantly littered with bruises and bite marks

When Ramsay feels generous he lets Reek sleep curled up at the feet of his bed. When Ramsay's feeling exceedingly generous he lets Reek sleep under the covers with him.

Reek knows his favorite position should be whatever pleased his lord but in truthfulness it's when Ramsay is laying flat on his back with Reek tucked into one side.

The first time Ramsay had yanked him close enough so that his thin leg lay over him, his crotch bumping into solid, warm feeling thing.

He likes the feeling of something between his thighs; it's a sorry replacement for his own appendage but his damaged nerves and mutilated flesh feel something

♡Now tummy time 😳🥺 Reek’s abdomen has turned concave—hollowed out by years of starvation. His ribs are visible enough for counting and he seems more waifish by the day.

Ramsay’s penchant for feasting is evident in the fleshiness around his waist. His torso is big and bulky compared to his Reek’s maiden thin waist.

There’s a curve to Ramsay’s hips and the thought of a little crease leading to his back makes me bite at the air and 😫💞 Reek’s hips and sides have no such curve; the bone of his hips are prominent and there’s a bit of loose skin to his lower abdomen

♡Under Ramsay’s ownership Reek’s face has grown gaunt; his slender features have become even more so—his cheeks hollowed. More often than not he’s scruffy and his under-eyes have become sunken.

There’s a softness to Ramsay’s jawline; his cheeks are round and ruddy.

♡Overall Ramsay is just larger than Reek in every way; maybe Theon’s cock had been longer but Reek has no such appendage. He has a few inches on his pet height wise, but it seems even greater with how Reek cowers and hunches.

Ramsay loves how small and insignificant his Reek feels wrapped up in his arms 💞

[soup-in-my-fly]

Rhymes with freak

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Leash

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[polysucks]

I would adore to see you draw book Ramsay 🥺💞

i hope this scratches an itch 🤪 ily 💗

Im genuinely so so so not great at drawing masculine characters nso be gentle w me I suffer from womanliking syndrome (it's fatal) but it was so much fuckin fun to go diving and looking at descriptions of book ramsay bc i actually had to remind myself he's nothing like iwan rheon (blowjob lips cost extra bb)

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Chapter One / Chapter Two / AO3 Link

Authors Note: TW- forced sex, forced oral sex, slight violence, Ramsay things, abandonment, etc etc.

Chapter Three: Your Reward

You finished your bath alone. A servant came in to add wood to the fire, allowing you to have promised warmth for the night. The water grew cold as you soaked, hoping and praying to the Gods that the water would cleanse you of his touch. When the water was finally as cold as the air, you pulled yourself out and slumped in front of the fire, pulling your knees to your chest. You hadn't been given another nightgown. You wrapped a pelt around your shivering and damp body as you allowed yourself to air dry in front of the fire.

Once you dried, you padded naked to the door. You knocked aggressively. "Can I get some clothes?" You yelled. A man was on the other side, keeping watch of your door, and he hollered back to you in a gruff voice. "Lord Ramsay has not delivered any clothes for his prisoner." You huffed, slightly annoyed. You walked over to your bed and laid down, covering yourself with the blankets. It was nearly impossible to tell what time of day it was here, your tiny window only ever showed overcast snowy skies.

You closed your eyes, exhausted from the last 48 hours, and wanted to attempt to get some sleep while Ramsay was likely on a hunt or doing whatever it was that evil Lord's did during the day. You closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep.

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You stirred, waking up. Your room was nearly pitch dark, the fire completely dead. The only light you could focus on was the lit candles on your small table. You jumped, realizing that Ramsay was sitting at the chair next to your table, staring at you as you woke up. He had a wine cup in front of him, no doubt full to the brim. He had no expression on his face as he stared at you. You closed your eyes again, hoping that he wasn't really there and you were imagining things.

"I brought you the clothes you asked for." Ramsay's voice echoed in your room, breaking the silence. You groaned, your body was aching. You opened your eyes to look at Ramsay. "Thank you...M'lord." You whispered as you sat up in bed, making sure the blankets stayed over your naked skin. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" He asked you. You gingerly rubbed your face, softly allowing your brain to turn on again. "No, Rams- My Lord. I don't know." He chuckled. "You slept all day and all night. You poor, tired thing." He suddenly stood up, the chair scooting loudly.

You believed him. You had been so exhausted, you could imagine yourself sleeping that long. "I'm sorry, My Lord, I was very tired." You watched him intently as he walked over to your bed, sitting on the foot of it. "It's quite alright. I forgive you." He smiled, his eyes strangely calm. You didn't understand his dynamic, one minute he was angry at you and the next, loving and soft. He leaned forward towards you, and whispered, "I missed you yesterday. I came by last night but I saw how deeply you were sleeping. I didn't want to..." his eyes rolled around their sockets, searching for the right words. "...disturb you."

You forced a gentle smile. "Well, thank you for that. I needed the rest. That was... very kind of you." Ramsay chuckled, placing his hand on top of your leg over the blankets. "Kindness is what I am known for, My Lady." You weren't sure what to do, so you just softly smiled at him. He stood up and walked to the window, staring outside. "You deserve a reward, you see." He began.

"Last night after I visited and then left, the servant who was in charge of locking the door seemed to have forgotten his duties. Your door went unlocked all night long as you slept!" He exclaimed. Your heart sank. You could've escaped. You mentally scolded yourself for not being more vigilant. "But! Don't you worry, I took care of him. He won't be guarding your door any longer... come and see!" He beckoned you with his hand. You slid off the bed, dragging the blankets on the floor behind you, still covering your body.

You reached the window and Ramsay draped his arm over your shoulders, pressing his cheek against yours. "Look, there." He pointed outside. Your eyes followed the imaginary line until you saw it. Hanging on a wooden platform, there was the bloody and fully exposed muscular system of what was once a man. You gasped and looked away, burying your face into Ramsay's shoulder. He chuckled. "Aww, you are so innocent. That was the man that failed to lock the door, you see? I could've done that to you when you tried to run away. But, I showed you mercy." He cooed into your ear, his free hand playing with your hair.

"Are you ready for your reward?" He asked, using his index finger to tilt your chin up to look at him. "Are you going to flay me?" You asked, lower lip trembling. Ramsay smiled empathetically and cradled your face with his hand. "No of course not. Your reward isn't being flayed, silly girl. Your reward is pleasure." You stiffened, unsure of what he was alluding to. "Go, lay on the bed." He pointed towards your bed. You reluctantly made your way and laid down, burrowing under the covers. Ramsay began unlacing his shirt as he approached you. You prepared yourself to be used once again by him, and a knot formed in your stomach.

You closed your eyes, listening to Ramsay's leather fall to the floor along with his trousers and the clatter of his knives. You felt the weight on the bed as he climbed on top of you. You opened your eyes, expecting his face to be in front of you, but it wasn't. You saw him lifting the covers at the foot of the bed, and crawling head first in. "Let me please you." You heard him say under the blankets. Your body stiffened as you felt his shoulders between your ankles, and then up to your thighs.

He pushed your knees up, resting your thighs on his shoulders. You clamped your legs together, but Ramsay softly spread them. You felt your stomach churn, but this time, it wasn't with anxiety. You felt your core warm up as he began kissing your inner thighs softly, gently sucking as his lips grazed your skin. You held your breath as his hands traveled up, squeezing your breast softly, rubbing his thumb over your nipples. You whined, your body at war with itself. Ramsay was coaxing you gently with kisses, begging you to relax as he kissed as high as he could on your thighs.

You exhaled a moan as his lips met your wet cunt, kissing and sucking gently. He hummed with delight as he felt you were already wet for him. He gripped your thighs with his hands as he pulled your legs apart, allowing him full access to your most sensitive area. "Ramsay I-" You tried to say, but were cut off by your own gasping as he swirled his tongue around your clit. He was very good at this, which was making your body go into a pleasure induced swim even if you didn't want it to.

He continued to kiss your folds, his tongue snaking inside you as his nose pressed against you perfectly. You allowed your eyes to close as you sank deeper into his trance. You reached under the blankets and started swirling your fingers in his curls, gently gripping at his hair. He groaned as you did so, causing vibrations to gently tickle you as he licked. Your grip on his hair tightened as he licked faster and more passionately. "Doesn't that feel good?" He groaned, his lips grazing your clit. You moaned in response because unfortunately, it did.

You had never been eaten out before, but Ramsay definitely knew what he was doing. Your body was shivering under his touch, a flick of the tongue was enough to send a rolling wave of lust over you. You wanted him badly. You tugged at his hair and lifted the covers. "Ramsay, I want-" He reached up and covered your mouth with his hand. You whined into his hand as he silenced you, his other hand made its way down to your core.

"I know what you want." He whispered while pushing two of his fingers deep inside you. You lifted your hips, begging for more. He slowly slid his fingers in and out of you, the slow pace driving you crazy. Your hips began grinding on his fingers as he kept kissing your clit. You felt yourself climbing towards orgasm, and Ramsay could tell. He read it on your face. He pulled himself up, and his fingers slid out of you completely. Ramsay lie down next to you on the bed and he put one of his toned arms behind his head.

He grinned at you, his face slick with your arousal as he grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked you down to his waist. You immediately took his hard cock in your mouth. "That's right, good girl." He groaned as you began allowing his cock to fill your throat. You bobbed your head slowly up and down on his length, you couldn't quite fit all of it in your throat without gagging. Ramsay seemed to enjoy the gagging, though. You felt his hands on the back of your head as he applied pressure, pushing your face down on his cock.

You groaned, gagging on him. He exhaled loudly as you gagged around him, your throat contracting on his twitching cock. "Ahh, that feels so good..." His voice was raspy and low. You wanted him inside you. At this moment, you didn't care that he had flayed a man earlier today just for fun. You didn't care that he would probably hurt you within the next hour. You didn't care that he was Ramsay Bolton.

You pushed yourself up, Ramsay staring at you wide eyed. You quickly straddled him, his cock soaking wet with your spit. He chuckled as he saw the desperation in your eyes. "You want me badly, don't you?" He reached out, squeezing your hips. You nodded, whining as you rocked back and forth on his lap, his cock nudging at your entrance. "Take me then. After all, this is your reward."

Ramsay kept kneading at your hips and thighs as you guided his cock inside you. Your body was sent into a euphoric state as he filled you, moaning loudly as your walls stretched to accommodate him. Ramsay was watching you intently as you filled with pleasure, his eyes wide and tracking your face as you slid up and down. Sweat began forming on his forehead and on you as well. Your legs were already so sore from everything you had been through and he noticed you struggling to keep a decent pace.

Ramsay smiled, flipping you over so he was on top. "I'll take care of you, you just enjoy your reward..." he began thrusting into you. Your eyes rolled back as you allowed him to fuck you at his own pace. You didn't realize how badly you wanted him until now. You dug your fingernails into his back as he thrusted, groaning while you dug them in deep. You felt the warmth of your orgasm approaching as he continued to keep the pace. You started to tip over the edge, spilling over and flooding with pleasure. Ramsay didn't slow as he fucked you through your orgasm.

You were panting, aching, and trembling as Ramsay pulled out of you and threw you to the floor by your hair. You slammed onto the ground hard and looked up at him, your body and mind spinning from being so full of pleasure to suddenly thrown on the floor. Ramsay stepped forward, his cock dripping from being inside you. He grabbed your hair and lifted you to your knees, forcing his cock into your mouth. You didn't have the strength or energy to fight back as he fucked your face.

You barely had caught your breath before his cock was in your throat and you were gagging on him again. He groaned words to you, but you were in such a haze that you didn't understand them. He let go of your hair and you fell to the floor, leaving his cock unattended. He growled angrily as he lifted you up and threw you on the bed face first. He slammed his hand down, smacking your ass cheek so hard you let out a shriek. "I said bend over!" He barked. You must've not heard him the first time, as you positioned yourself on the edge of the bed.

His hands grabbed your hips and he fucked you from behind, slamming your thighs into the side of the mattress. He kept smacking your ass, leaving you whining like a pathetic whore. You could tell Ramsay was close to finishing as he got more erratic with his thrusts. He flipped you over to your back, and he straddled your stomach. One of his hands immediately went around your throat while his other hand began stroking his cock which was twitching and ready to release.

He began choking you as he jerked himself off, he was completely sweaty and his face was very serious. You couldn't help but swoon at the sight in front of you. You almost felt lucky to see him like this. Suddenly, the hand choking you pulled back and landed swiftly across your cheek, sending a ringing through your ears. He smacked you across the face. You cried out and Ramsay came, his warm cum hitting you in the face where he slapped you and sliding down to pool in your neck. He held a fist full of your hair from the top of your head as he finished cumming.

His breathing was heavy as he stood up, leaving you on the bed covered in his seed. He smiled at you as he threw you a cloth off the floor. "Keep doing good things and I will reward you more often." He grinned as he pulled his clothes back on. You laid there, wiping his cum from your face and neck. "You do look lovely like this..." He chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Now, be a good girl and clean up this room. I'll be back for you tomorrow." Ramsay swiftly left the room without another word.

You finished wiping yourself off and sat in silence, allowing your body and mind to process what just happened. On one hand, you were humiliated and hated him for using 'your reward' as a chance to just get what he wanted... but on the other hand, you were pleased to be the lady who he used for his pleasure. You were confused and ashamed as you splashed the cold water from your last bath on your face, washing yourself up. You argued with yourself as part of you wished he would come back for more.

Chapter Four

[fleurdeliet]

Bolton bride Theon

I'm a role player. And my (I don't know how to say it) my Ramsay co-player... sent me this as what would suit Theon. I said that I'll draw it and I did it 💅

And I'm impressed that I drew it really quickly and it hasn't taken me ages as it normally takes.

[pigeon-on-a-wire]

And finally, last part, shading!

Thanks again to @fleurdeliet for being wonderful and reaching out!

[silverflameataraxia]

If Ramsay knew how much Jon loves Arya, he may not have been dumb enough to threaten her in a letter to Jon.

Your false king's friends are dead. Their heads upon the  walls of Winterfell. Come see them, bastard. Your false king lied, and so did you. You told the world you burned the King-Beyond-the-Wall. Instead you sent him to Winterfell to steal my bride from me. I will have my bride back. If you want Mance Rayder back, come and get him. I have him in a cage for all the north to see, proof of your lies. The cage is cold, but I have made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell. I want my bride back. I want the false king's queen. I want his daughter and his red witch. I want his wildling princess. I want his little prince, the wildling babe. And I want my Reek. Send them to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your black crows. Keep them from me, and I will cut out your bastard's heart and eat it. Jon flexed the fingers of his sword hand. The Night's Watch takes no part. He closed his fist and opened it again. What you propose is nothing less than treason. He thought of Robb, with snowflakes melting in his hair. Kill the boy and let the man be born. He thought of Bran, clambering up a tower wall, agile as a monkey. Of Rickon's breathless laughter. Of Sansa, brushing out Lady's coat and singing to herself. You know nothing, Jon Snow. He thought of Arya, her hair as tangled as a bird's nest. I made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell...I want my bride back...I want my bride back...I want my bride back...

- Jon XIII, ADwD

If Jon wanted to kill Ramsay just at the thought of him being betrothed to Arya, how much more will he want to kill him now. And I am totally here for it!

[theeironprice]

Somno Thramsay please I need you now more than ever🫣and just Ramsay watching Theon while he sleeps is also💞

I just know when Reek/Ramsay goes to wake Theon up to tell him Asha has arrived at Winterfell in CH56, he was staring at him for like a solid 10 minutes..please it’s what I want to believe.

[soup-in-my-fly]

Smile for the camera, Reek <3

[arian-thedreamer]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞-𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞...."

—Between Two Worlds by mili

[scoruspio]

My little Thramsay inspired playlist for your consideration 🙇‍♀️

[ramsayxme]

Authors Note: I want to start a chapter series surrounding Ramsay and include photo collages to match the chapter. Please enjoy! TW- smut, rape, manipulation, classic Ramsay things.

Chapter 1: The Escape

You escaped. The trees seemed to blur as you sprinted, your lungs stinging as they filled with icy air. You knew you weren't dressed for the wilderness but you didn't have many options. The snow covered everything, causing a deafening silence to linger across the North. Your heavy breathing and heartbeat filled your ears as you kept forward, desperate to reach the heavy forest ahead.

You had been captured nearly a fortnight ago, held in a dungeon by the horrible men of House Bolton. You were left alone the entire time with barely any food or water. Nobody had spoken to you, touched you, or interacted with you. The only reason you knew it was the Bolton men was from the flag hanging outside your puny window; the flayed man.

Your feet kept moving forward as you reached the forest line, muting the world even further as you disappeared into the wintery woods. Your sprint slowed to a walk as you took in your surroundings. The trees bent under the weight of the ice and snow. The snow fell softly and silently, gently layering itself on every surface. You were catching your breath when you heard shouting from behind you. In the far distance, you knew the Bolton men were coming to find you. You knew it was only a matter of time.

You started into a run once again, zig-zagging through the trees and snow-covered shrubbery, begging the Gods to bring enough snowfall to cover your tracks before the men found you. The men were on horses, and horses were much faster than malnourished women. They easily caught up to you, entering the thick forest much sooner than you hoped they would. As you kept running, an arrow flew past your head.

You shrieked as you realized that you were being hunted, not just chased. You looked over your shoulder to see five horses with angry men riding them, all with arrows nocked and drawn in your direction. While peering over your shoulder, you tripped over a branch that had fallen. Your face was met with a drift of snow and you knew your life was about to end.

You kept still, refusing to turn over and face the men. You heard them dismount their horses, feet crunching on the frozen earth. "We've got you now, you little whore." Grunted one of the men. You slowly turned over, rolling around in the snow drift. One of the ugliest men stood above you and was bending over to grab you by your shoulders, when suddenly an arrow pierced through his neck, spilling his blood on your chest. You screamed, kicking your feet to inch away from him as he fell to his knees in front of you. Within moments, all five of the men had fallen to their knees, arrows through their heads.

You remained small, pressing yourself into the snow. Out of the corner of your eye, a man and his horse appeared from further in the woods. He was coming from behind you, and he dismounted his horse and reached a hand out to you. He was pale, layered with pelts and furs, and his curly dark hair licked underneath his earlobes. His hair was sprinkled with snowflakes as he leaned over and beckoned you to take his hand. "Come with me, it is much too cold out here for a lady."

You were terrified, refusing to take the stranger's hand. His eye contact did not waiver as he kept his hand outstretched to you. You stared into his eyes, light blue and mysterious. His eyebrows raised softly as he gently smiled. "I'll take you to my small village. We don't have much, but we can get you warm and fill your belly with soup." You almost whimpered at the thought. Warmth. Food. Shelter. A peaceful night's rest.

You examined the stranger for another moment before reaching your hand out, allowing him to help you up. He was awfully handsome. He gingerly helped you onto his horse, getting you situated at the front of the saddle. He had pelts draped across the horse, enough to cushion you as you sat. Your body still refused to relax as the stranger mounted the horse, sitting snugly behind you. "It's a bit of a journey, but I can keep us warm at night. I promise you, it will be worth it." His voice was low and smooth like molasses. You nodded dumbly, unable to speak.

The stranger kicked his feet at the horse and the horse obeyed. You began trotting deeper into the forest, the stranger's breath on your neck. His arm wrapped around your waist while he held the reins in the other hand. He pulled you closer to him, pressing against his chest. You shivered as the horse picked up speed, forcing freezing air to constantly whistle in your face. The man pulled a pelt from behind him and wrapped it over you. "Keep warm as best you can. We will stop for the night when the sun sets."

You stopped thinking as your body began to warm under the pelt. You realized your clothing was soaked from snow and blood, cold cloth clinging to your frame. You had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but before you knew it, the stranger dismounted. He shuffled around for a while. You were in your own bubble, wrapped in a warm pelt with your eyes closed. He pulled you off the horse and laid you down on a second pelt. You felt heat radiating and you opened your eyes to see the man adding sticks to a small fire that was near your face.

You slowly sat up, your bones felt as if they were creaking louder than rusty hinges. The man smiled at you. He had shed a few layers of fur. He still had snowflakes scattered in his hair and a gentle look on his face. "Are you warming up, my lady?" He asked you. You nodded, looking around. You were in a small clearing within the forest. He had laid multiple pelts down to create a makeshift bed large enough for the two of you. His fur outercoat was draped over a branch near the horse which was tied up firmly. You looked back at him. "Why are you helping me?"

He grinned and chuckled. "She talks!" He moved closer to you, sitting down on the pelts. "I don't like to see anyone in pain, my lady. You were nearly killed and for what reason? I can't think of a reason why anyone would want to kill such a pretty girl." You felt your face flush when he complimented you, his hand resting on your upper back. "I don't wish to make you feel uncomfortable but..." He pulled the pelt off of you, revealing your clothes still soaked and clinging to your skin. "You need to get dry or else you might face death again."

You knew he was right. "You need to take these wet clothes off. We can lay them by the fire tonight, they will be much drier tomorrow." He tugged at the neckline of your thin dress. You nodded and shivered as you began to peel it off your body. Your skin had begun to prune softly under the dress, taking it off was definitely going to help your body retain heat. Once it was removed, you set it near the fire on a rock he had placed for the dress. You looked back at the man, his light eyes gently falling across your bare skin.

Gods, he was so handsome. His eyes glazed across your chest and down your back. You watched him look at you. His curls still nest under his earlobes, and his chin had slight stubble from his journeys. You were secretly feeling blessed by the Gods that HE saved you and would be your traveling partner. He was gorgeous. His gaze met yours and he turned away. "Sorry, I shouldn't look at you like that." He brushed snow from his eyebrows as he tried to keep his gaze elsewhere.

"No... it's okay." You softly assured him. You reached your hand out and laid it on his cheek. His skin was warm even though you expected it to be ice cold. "I don't mind if you look at me..." Your voice trailed off. You felt your core warm as you imagined him taking his clothes off as well, your bodies curling together under the pelt blanket. He peered over at you again. "You are very lovely, my lady."

You smiled and crawled under the pelts once again. "Come, join me... perhaps our bodies can keep us warm?" His eyes widened. "Are you suggesting..." You laughed softly, interrupting him. "Well, you saved me. The least I can do is make sure you stay warm as well." You felt a strange urge rise in you. You didn't even know this man but you were inviting him to sleep naked next to you!

He nodded, pulling his shirt over his head and placing it near his archery bow. The bow was propped up against a tree right next to you. His chest was just as pale as his face. His chest was chiseled and his arms were toned from archery. His blue veins snaked along his arms and hands. You watched him kick off his trousers as well before he climbed into the pelt sanctuary with you. His strong arms wrapped around your torso as he pulled you in close to him, your back against his chest. You felt the heat. You felt comfort.

You sighed as you relaxed into the position, his arms still holding you tightly. His nose nuzzled between your ear and shoulder as he curled up against you. "Thank you." You whispered. You felt him smile against your neck. His lips lingered on your neck as he breathed, the warm breath licking at your skin. You scooted your ass and legs closer to him. Before you could press against him, he scooted himself back. "Sorry, ah, My Lady..." his voice dripping with concern. You craned your neck, turning your head to look at him. He was looking down under the pelts. You realized was aroused and he was also slightly embarrassed for it. "It's been a long journey. I apologize, I haven't held a woman close in..." He mumbled. You didn't care what he had to say. You wanted him.

You turned over to face him and pressed your lips against his. He inhaled through his nose sharply before gently moaning into your kiss. Your mouths were warm and fit together perfectly. His hand reached up and held your face as you continued to kiss, tongues intertwined together. His breathing was heavy and you were already feeling yourself become aroused as well. You touched his chest gently before you wrapped your arms around his forearm. He held your face as you wrapped around his arm, almost begging him to use you. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes fluttering open.

"Are you sure this is alright?" He asked. He was so sweet. You nodded, smiling at him. "Yes, I want to! I want us to stay warm, and I can't think of a better way." He grinned and dove into your neck, kissing and sucking. He nibbled on your neck as he rolled you over, facedown. He started getting aggressive as he became more aroused. He was pressing his hips forward, nudging his hard cock at your entrance. He easily slipped inside you, groaning as he felt your warmth around him. You gasped with the sudden stretch inside you. "Oh, you feel very good." The man groaned. His voice was raspy and almost seemed different than before. He wrapped his hand in your hair and pulled your head back forcefully, you screamed at the sudden violence.

When your head was yanked backward, you saw his teeth grind together as he smiled. His eyes were wide and wild. "You haven't been paying attention, have you?" He asked quietly. You stared at him, confused. Your blood ran cold as his hand snaked to your chin, forcing you to look at the horse that you rode in on. Now that all of the pelts were removed from the horse's back, you could see it. The flayed man banner hung off the hips of the horse, draped over its legs. "Tell me what you see." He demanded, his hands holding your chin firmly, his cock still slamming into you. "No!" You yelled as you attempted to get away from this evil man.

You were not nearly as strong as him, he held you down easily, continuing to fuck you into the ground. "Tell me what you see!" He barked, biting hard on your earlobe. You cried out as you felt warm blood pour out from his bite. "The flayed man!" You cried. He laughed and pulled out of you, flipping you over to face him. His face was no longer soft and sweet. His teeth flashed as he smiled, pushing you on your back. He pushed his cock back into you and began fucking you again. You squeezed your eyes shut.

His hand suddenly gripped your neck, forcing you to open your eyes. He lowered his face to yours and he demanded, "Keep your eyes open. Don't you know how to behave when you're fucking your Lord?" You swear you felt your heart stop. You stared at him, terror filling your eyes in the form of tears. He was clearly enjoying watching you piece together the puzzle as he bucked his hips even harder. You could tell he was about to finish inside you when he tightened his grip on your neck. "Who am I?"

You swallowed as he released your neck enough to allow you to speak. "Lord Bolton." He groaned, still close to finishing. "Yes. Lord of the Dreadfort. You belong to me. You can't run away. Say my name again." Animalistic instincts took over as he thrust unevenly. As you spoke his name, he spilled into you, filling you with his warm cum.

"Ramsay Bolton." You whispered, feeling utterly defeated. "Ramsay Bolton."

Chapter Two

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Final step of collaboration with @pigeon-on-a-wire – shading

It was a really interesting experience.