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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Tyrion_Lannister/Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Tyrion_Lannister, Sansa_Stark
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-17 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3675
****** Becoming a Lannister ******
by linagraciela
Summary
     Sansa reaches her sixteenth name day and seals away her inner child
     to become the woman who will not only survive, but actually live in
     this new world around her. And the first thing she does is finalize
     her marriage with Tyrion to become the Lannister that is expected of
     her. "But only by name," she whispers.
Notes
     I have not read the books. Only seen the series, and Game of Thrones
     the TV series seems to make quite a few time jumps that are subtle,
     (understandably so since the child actors are growing up quite
     quickly) which is why I took the liberty to have about a year and a
     half pass since Tyrion and Sansa's Wedding. Which would make her
     roughly/newly sixteen. (Still young, but I think that's about as far
     as I can push it because in my head this would take place some months
     after the death of Catelyn and Robb, but days before the Royal
     Wedding.)
     Also I had no beta so sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes etc.
     Really quick, I'd like to take a second to address a few quick
     things. The way I portray Sansa and Tyrion may be OOC (or so I've
     been told) I'd like to apologize in advanced and take a moment to say
     that the Sanrion ship is a very complicated one and is certainly not
     without extremely moral flaws. In this fic I've aged Sansa up to 16.
     Idealistically I would have liked to age her 18, but I believed it
     would have been quite a stretch, as this story takes place almost 2
     years after their marriage, and almost a year after the death of
     Sansa's mother and brother. In my mind I see Sansa sort of giving up
     on being rescued, and giving up on seeing her Arya again. However I
     also see her embracing whatever is left of her life still and making
     the best of her situation. Furthermore, I do not believe Sansa owes
     Tyrion anything. Neither her mind nor her body even though my
     writing/fic would seem to say otherwise.
     Now, lets continue.
An entire year and a half had passed since Sansa's wedding to Lord Tyrion. She
stood on her balcony overlooking the sea and she had come to accept that her
life would forever be lived by the side of a Lannister confined within these
Kingdoms walls. Everytime she wished and hoped for more, any moment she was
told good news, everything would fall through and before she knew it, she would
be worse off than before. She once had hoped for a marriage with Joffrey, and
he turned out to be the most foul man she'd ever met. Her eyes brightened at
the thought of being whisked away to safety with Petyr Baelish, but no. She
became too hopeful and held out hope that maybe she could end her misery
another way. Loras Tyrell was a fine match, but once more she was made to look
a fool as she was forced to marry Tyrion.
And so with the death of her mother and eldest brother almost a year ago, she
sealed her hopes away. On her sixteenth name day just a few days ago, she swore
to shed every essence of her former self. She promised herself to never
fantasize and dream like the child she once was. But rather than become a
bitter and hateful woman like Cersei, she simply changed they way she viewed
her situation.
Tyrion still came from one of the most respectable families in the seven
kingdoms. And to a degree, luck was on her side as she was married to a man who
was genuinely kind to her. One who promised to never hurt her, and he never
did. A man who even refused to bed her without her consent. But for how long
could she really keep up the act? People already began to talk. Some believed
she was barren, cursed, due to being unfavored by the gods as her entire family
were traitors.
At some point she had to bear his children.
"Blonde Lannisters they would be...." the words spilled from her mouth like
venom. She wasn't sure how strong the Lannister blood was, but if Joffrey was
any indication of that blood, she would surely give birth to more fair haired
children. And suddenly she began to find herself resenting even more Lannisters
who didn't even exist.
But then again, even if they were fair haired, maybe they would resemble her
father. Maybe one would remind her of Rickon.
Or maybe she'd be lucky enough to be blessed with a red haired Tully. One who
reminded her of her mother. One who would resemble herself, and be hers alone.
"Or they'd be a dwarf..." Sansa breathed bitterly and walked toward her bed.
Sansa hadn't merely come to her bed chambers to let her mind wander. She came
up their with a purpose.
She looked at how pristine the bedding was and she slowly began to peel off the
many layers of her dressing, until she was left in only her sheer underdress.
Her door then opened and she knew it was Tyrion. He was the only one who would
come in without a knock. She turned around to look at him, not bothering to
cover herself as they had gone many nights seeing eachother in undergarments.
It eventually didn't bother Sansa.
"Sansa, forgive me," Tyrion turned and Sansa was surprised at his modesty.
Perhaps it was because the sun was still high and the light that flooded the
room made her pale body visible through her gauzy dressing. Sansa looked at the
window assuming it was high noon. She had duties and responsibilities and so
did Tyrion for the day.
"It's fine my Lord. I was just going to rest. The past few days have
been...exhausting," she sat down on the bed and then asked, "why have you come
during midday?" It came off a tad rude, but Tyrion didn't mind. He began to
walk towards their table where a flask of wine and two goblets sat.
"Sometimes when the morning gives me more troubles than I'd like I retire to
our chambers for an hour or so, and drink." He filled his cup to the brim and
quickly drank the whole fill.
"You can turn around," Sansa said finally.
Tyrion set his empty goblet down and paused for a second wondering if he
actually heard her correctly. He then refilled his goblet halfway and turned.
His pale eyes took in the sight of her. She had certainly grown since the first
time he met her in Winterfell. What a child she had been then, and what a woman
she had grown to be now. Tyrion could feel his blood rush to his cock and it
became half hard. Gods, how long was it since he'd had a proper fuck?
When he first had married Sansa, he frequently had Shae almost every other day.
But as the days went by, he swore that more eyes were following him, so he
began to deny her and tell her not to visit as frequently. And she would always
put up an arguement.
He also did so because Sansa had surely grown on him. He'd be a liar if he ever
said he didn't want Sansa. He lusted for all kinds of women, and Sansa was
surely no exception to this. Though still a little young for his taste, she had
well developed breasts and he was sure she had quite a lovely pussy between
those long legs. He brought his cup to his lips once more and drank the wine
fully. As he reached for the flask to refill he asked Sansa, "Tell me Sansa, do
you wish for me to leave or would you rather me gaze upon you with desire?" He
began drinking his third glass of wine but this time he was in no hurry.
"I was thinking that maybe I should stop acting like a child and be your wife,"
she spat. It was more bitter than she intended but she couldn't help but resent
Tyrion to some degree. In truth he hadn't actually wronged her, but his entire
family had. She then closed her eyes and gave a heavy sigh. "Forgive me my
Lord. We approached our first milestone within our marriage almost six months
ago. We're less than six months away from our second," it almost started to
sound like she was rambling but Tyrion listened to her. "And...people are
beginning to...whisper disgusting rumors about me...well, us. And I was simply
thinking that maybe we should...seal our marriage."
Tyrion wasn't sure how to react. "You mean consummate?" He knew what she meant
but the fact that she was coming around to it caught him off gaurd. "Are you
sure?"
Sansa gave the slightest of nods, then began to pull off her sheer dressing.
"Sansa," Tyrion spoke her name with such a firm voice it made her jump. He
brought his hand up as if in a gesture to halt her actions, "You don't have to
do this. Especially when you don't want it. In fact, " he breathed and wondered
if the wine was getting to him, "I've said this before on our wedding night,
and I'll say it again. You never have to."
Sansa once more felt that same weight lifted from her. She wasn't free, but the
fact that she was again reassured that she had the ability to choose if she let
Tyrion have her body or not was comforting to her. It was something that she
could control about herself. Something she would always be able to control. But
even so, she was still married to him, and while they could certainly live
their lives without intimacy it would be tricky. He would no doubt break his
vows, and begin visiting the brothels and fucking whores, that was if he hadn't
already. He'd sully his family name further and their marriage would be more of
a joke than it was already. And who was to say she would want to stay a virgin
the rest of her life? She would probably find someone eventually. Have quiet
affairs but at the end of the day they'd come back to the same rotten bed and
pretend that was all normal.
"No," Sansa shook her head, "I will not be in marriage so obscure as that. I
may not have choosen you Tyrion and you may have not choosen me, but I will be
damned if I'm going to live in sorrow. I will not let your family rip joy away
from me for the rest of my life. I am your wife, and you're my husband, and
while I deeply respect your tenderness and care, I wish to, " Sansa swallowed,
" I wish to lie with my husband," Sansa held herself gracefully, and a moment
of silence passed as Tyrion studied her as he moved his goblet in small circles
letting the wine swirl inside. When she saw he wasn't exactly responding, she
then specified, "right now."
Tyrion finally broke into a devilish grin and he took one last swig of his
wine. "Then who am I to argue?" He set his goblet down and began unlacing the
front of his vest.
"I want you to promise me something first," Sansa quickly added and Tyrion
lifted an eyebrow figuring this was the catch, "When I bear you a son, and he
comes of age and we leave Kings Landing for Winterfell, promise me we will
never return here."
Tyrion surely wouldn't mind, yet at the same time using his mind, and his wits
against everyone at court was what he was good at. It was what he was known
for. In yet he couldn't imagine his life getting any better with Joffrey
ruling. The little monster was to be wed in just a few days, and then the devil
would have everything secured for himself. If Tyrion were to leave Winterfell
it certainly wouldn't be a bad idea.
"You have my word." Tyrion responded and layers of his own clothing steadily
came off piece by piece as he approached the bed. He discarded his boots and
shirts leaving only his slacks on. His eyes watched her pull off the last bit
of cloth that covered her and when she freed herself from it, the visual appeal
of her body was enough to stiffen his cock.Sansa sat awkwardly on the bed and
Tyrion picked up the small stool that helped him into the high bed and set it
in front of Sansa. She gave a halfhearted smile as he shrugged. As he stepped
up onto it, his face leveled with hers. He placed his hands on her knees and
gestured for her to open them. She complied stiffly, as no other man had ever
seen her in such a position.
With her legs spread his hands smoothed up her thighs and then behind her rear.
With some strength he pulled her forward more and Sansa was surprised. He then
leaned in to kiss her mouth. Her eyes closed, and the thought of kissing filled
her belly with butterflies. It wasn't ideal though. She tasted the wine on his
lips and tongue, and felt the scruff of his beard, burn her soft skin as he
lingered there, guiding her own lips. But a new feeling filled her. She always
thought such a deep kiss would be with a man who was more younger. A man who
was clean shaven and taller. A man who was....what? still a boy?....Who? Like
Joffrey? No that's not what I want... and so Sansa reminded herself that she
was sealing away her inner child. She forced the little girl in her to stop
with such foolish desires, because things that looked and sounded too good to
be true were often just that.
Tyrion was not something she wanted. He may have been a dwarf, and a drunk and
a womanizer, but right now he was only one who showed remorse. The only one who
cared about her actual well being. The only one who asked about her after the
death of her mother and brother and even reminded her that he swore to protect
her. The only one who, after Joffrey wanted her relieved of her clothing on her
wedding night for the bedding ceremony, stood up to him, and threatened he
would cut off the little shit's cock and replace it with a wooden one. She
didn't owe him anything, but then again neither did he.
He was forced to marry her and she knew that. But they didn't have to be
unhappy with eachother for eternity.
So Sansa let herself go, and bravely reciprocated a sudden desire within her.
She kissed him back and placed a hand on his neck. She pulled him in closer and
it made Tyrion's heart quicken and his blood pump harder. He was used to a
response like this with common whores. But Sansa was his wife, and she was
showing him that she actually wanted him. He broke the kiss and his lips
traveled to her cheek and down her neck. He even nipped at the tender skin
there and her breath hitched.
He shifted his weight against her, guiding her to lay down against the bed. She
did so and pushed up against it so her legs didn't drape off the sides of the
bed. She then spread them, assuming he would get right to it with her. He
smirked at her and gave a slight shake of his head in wonder. "My dearest
Sansa."
"Don't speak to me like a child." The butterflies had disappeared and now a
fire was welling up inside of her, "I'm not a child anymore."
"You surely are not my Lady." He unlaced the front of his slacks and pulled
them off revealing how hard his cock was. Sansa felt herself flush at the
sight. The only cock she'd ever seen was that of her brothers. Most by mistake
and even then, they were always flaccid. She never knew what a hard cock looked
like, and seeing Tyrion's made her nervous. And Tyrion could tell.
"Like I said, we do not have to do this," Tyrion wasn't one to ever make sure
how his partner was doing. You don't ever make sure with whores who were ready
to fuck for hours at a time. But Sansa was a type that Tyrion never experienced
or at least hadn't experienced in years. And as his wife he certainly felt it
was his duty to make sure she was okay the entire time.
"I still want to." Sansa breathed. Even though she was nervous, something about
this thrilled her as well, and she began to feel such an ache pulse between her
legs. She'd never felt such a strange longing.
Tyrion leaned on top of her and began trailing kisses against her soft skin. He
gave attention to her breasts and played with the tender nipples, drawing out
sweet moans and soft gasps from her. He drew ever downward and Sansa was unsure
of why he continued to go so low. "M-my Lord, what are you-?" She was at a loss
for words as Tyrion's mouth rested slightly above her pussy. And he kissed her
lower lips.
"Tyrion!" She jumped as she felt him spread open the folds and dip his tongue.
He looked up at her postively delighted with himself and told her to relax.
"You'll enjoy it."
And she did. She squirmed at the pleasure he gave her. Her body writhed when
his tongue brushed over her sensitive clit. Sansa wasn't as pure as she seemed.
Many nights she would touch herself, but never had she felt such bliss roll
through her body. As he built her up her breath quickened and her voice became
louder. He took pleasure in the idea that she could probably be heard in the
next room over and that her handmaids who stood outside would surely be
gossiping about this. All but one of course.
Shae crossed his mind, but as soon as it came, he pushed it away. He loved
Shae, but he had responsibilities to the realm. Just like Sansa did as well,
and if Sansa accepted her role, then so would he.
He then slowly inserted his middle finger within her, and watched as she bit
her lower lip. Her hands smoothed down her belly and she bravely ran her
fingers through the his dirty blond curls. And this excited him far more than
he imagined. His tongue continued to lap at her folds and the pleasure
eventually culminated inside of her. She gave a few hitched breaths and finally
her breath left her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as an orgasm swirled
through her core and ran up her body. Seconds later her thighs spasmed and a
shuddering breath raked through her.
And she was gorgeous. The sun that spilled into the room illuminated her body,
and she practically glowed from the sheen of sweat that gathered on her skin.
She was drenched between her legs and this satisfied Tyrion. He knew her orgasm
would relax her further and make her wetter than before. He knew this would
help her in the long run and ease any possible pain. But before he took her he
still wanted to ready her and so he inserted another finger slowly to work her
opening more. He didn't touch her clit anymore as he knew it would be far too
sensitive to the touch, so he focused on the movement of his fingers inside
her. Gently pushing up and in and withdrawing back only to push in again.
Sansa placed a hand on her forehead. She almost became dizzy at how good
everything felt. She even protested with soft moans when he pulled his fingers
away.
He sat up and positioned himself between her long legs and slid his cock
between her folds to gather some of her wetness. And when he felt they were
both ready, he slid inside her. She gave a muffled moan and he felt her tense
around him, so he slowed.
"Does it hurt Sansa?" Tyrion asked. Sansa could hear the concern in his voice
and she looked at him, still drunk with her rolling orgasm.
"No, my love." The words rolled off her tongue faster than she could stop them.
She used to fantasize about her first time and always imagined she'd repeat
those words. But she felt silly for having said them. For Tyrion though, it
struck something inside of him. He had hoped that maybe one day Sansa could
possibly grow to want him, maybe one day even love him. But he never imagined
those words would ever come from her lips so willingly. It was possible she
didn't mean it, but it made him smile at her and she reciprocated his look.
He continued pushing himself in and Sansa dropped her head back against the
pillows and felt him fill her completely. It felt uncomfortable. The feeling of
being stretched and filled was odd yet pleasurable.
Tyrion withdrew and pushed into her again. Sansa focused on the feeling of
this. The pleasure wasn't as intense as her clit being fondled, but the ache
she had within her walls eased with the presence of his cock. With each slide
into her she felt relief, and voiced her satisfaction with moans and delightful
sounds that helped Tyrion's own orgasm along.
His pace quickened but he tried to make sure he had some control. He didn't
want her experience soured by his own desire to fuck her with abandon. But by
the gods was she firm around his cock.
"Sansa," Tyrion looked at his wife and Sansa opened her eyes, "Do you want me
to relieve myself within you?"
Tyrion continued to rock back and forth inside her and the question, mixed with
the sensation of being fucked, made her decision difficult. She didn't want him
to stop and naturally assumed he would go until he'd spilled within her, but
once again he gave her a choice. An important one at that. Coming inside her
meant the possibility of having a child nine months later. Tyrion was clearly
okay either way as he asked for what she wanted.
"Yes," she sighed with content. She understood what she was risking. But in
that moment she felt her whole world would be alright now. And so he came. He
groaned and gave his last few thrusts, and Sansa winced as he wasn't as
delicate in that moment, but she blossomed under him and took what he had.
Minutes of silence passed and only their breath could be heard. Tyrion slowly
pulled himself out and rolled over to her side.
"Well, so now you're a Lannister."
"Only by name," she quickly retorted. Tyrion smirked at the fire in her eyes.
This would indeed prove to be one of the most complex relationships he would
ever had.
"As you wish."
Sansa looked over to her small Lord and smiled, "I knew you were coming into
the room around this time," she confessed, "You usually do."
"Is that so?" Tyrion was intrigued now, "So you planned all this? You weren't
actually in our bedroom to get some rest?" She shook her head and bit her lower
lip.
And this made Tyrion feel more welcome by her side.
"I want to stay in bed for the rest of the day," she whispered.
"My Lady we have responsibilities for the day," he reminded her.
"I don't care. Let Joffrey get angry," Sansa was hesitant with her next few
words, but she said them anyway, "Fuck the king," her voice came out much lower
than she anticipated but perhaps that was for the better.
Tyrion had a nice laugh over her choice words, especially with the way fuck
awkwardly rolled off her tongue, "Sansa, such language from your pretty mouth.
But I'm glad you feel the same as I do."
 
 
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