Wizard Lord of Westeros-Chapter 404: I Want to See Goods

WILOW-Ch.404: I Want to See Goods

Golden Tooth, Westerlands

POV of Domeric Bolton

"You know, if someone had tried something like this back in the True North, then I would put an arrow through their face," Ygritte said to Sansa.

Sansa remained silent in response, simply bowing her head.

"But I just realized something. The person you asked for permission from... isn’t Domeric. Am I right?" Ygritte said.

"Yes, Lady Ygritte. I’ve come here to ask for your permission. I can see how much Domeric loves you. I have no intention of hindering this or causing any problems. That would only upset Domeric. I’m simply trying to find my place alongside Domeric, the man I love. And I’m ready to do anything you wish as long as you give me your permission." Sansa said.

"Good. Your answer just now saved your life. Even though you are King Stark’s daughter, and he wouldn’t be happy about his daughter’s death, don’t even think for a second that you’ll get away with going after my man." Ygritte said and caressed Sansa’s cheek with one of her hands.

Sansa gulped in fear, and Ygritte continued, "So strip."

Domeric almost did a spit take at that, but settled for looking incredulously at Ygritte.

There was silence in the room.

"What?" Sansa asked, but Ygritte clutched her chin tightly and stopped her from speaking anything else.

"You heard me, girl. Or are you too daft to understand?" Ygritte frowned, and for some strange reason, he found his cock getting hard at the sight. "I said strip. If you want my husband to take you in with him, then I want to see the goods."

Sansa pursed her lips at the ’husband’ part, but she didn’t say anything.

He was a bit wary of what Ygritte was trying to achieve here, so he opted to sit back and observe for the time being.

"What? You just said you’d do anything to get my permission. Was it all just talk? If so, you can go." Ygritte said.

After a while, Sansa slowly got up from the bed and took a few steps away from them before she unclasped the belt around her cloak and dropped the cloak on the floor.

The girl was... a girl. Not a woman. And there was unfortunately no better way to say it.

Sansa might look pretty and tall for her age, but she was still only 14 namedays old. Her breasts had yet to grow, and her hips were thin.

All in all, she was good enough for her age, but he didn’t feel anything while looking at the girl.

Sansa looked a little disheartened at the lack of interest in his eyes.

If the person in front of him were the adult Sansa from the future, things might be different, but Sansa hadn’t reached that point yet.

Ygritte, on the other hand, stood up and walked up to Sansa.

Then her hand rose to Sansa’s budding breasts, and she cupped one of them in her hand.

Then she pinched, and Sansa let out something between a throaty moan and a squeak before she realized what she had done, and her face turned red in embarrassment.

"So, you’re a squealer, huh?" Ygritte said with some amusement, and if anything, Sansa’s face turned even redder while Ygritte walked behind her and slapped her butt cheeks.

"You’re not properly developed yet." Ygritte said with a frown, "How old were you?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Four... fourteen," Sansa said, and Ygritte’s frown deepened, and she looked at him.

He shook her head, and Ygritte sighed before she picked up the discarded cloak and covered Sansa with it.

Sansa looked confused at this, and Ygritte sat back down on the bed.

"You’re too young," Ygritte said at last.

Sansa looked even more confused at that, and she frowned while looking at him for answers.

He nudged Ygritte, and she continued, "Domeric doesn’t like taking young girls. He didn’t even touch me until I was 16 namedays old. Something about being too young to bear a child and having the risk of dying during childbirth."

"I’m not a young girl anymore." Sansa replied, "I’m 14. I’ve bled a few months ago and am now ready to become a woman."

"Perhaps." Ygritte shrugged, "If you go to any other man in this castle, then they would agree with you. But my husband here has different standards. So, if you want to get fucked by him, then you have to come back when you’re older."

Sansa didn’t look disheartened at this news and merely nodded. "Can I at least sleep beside you?" she asked.

He shook his head, "No. If King Stark found out about this, then he’ll try to force you upon me to save your honor or something along those lines, and the other lords will go along with it." He said, "I, of course, would never be forced into something as important as marriage and would reject it. That... would not end well for anyone. I cannot allow such a thing while my imperial plan is still incomplete. So now... You cannot sleep here with us."

Sansa nodded. Then she hesitated for a moment before she asked, "Can I... get a kiss at least?"

He looked at Ygritte, who simply shrugged at him.

He beckoned the girl to come to him, and when she did, he rose and kissed her forehead.

Sansa frowned at the not-a-lip-kiss but didn’t say anything else.

She nodded to both Ygritte and him before leaving the room.

He closed and locked the door with a wave of his hand and turned to Ygritte.

"Watching you dominate the girl turned me on." He said as he pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him.

Ygritte smiled and bent down to kiss his chest. "You want to fuck the girl." She said.

Before he could say anything, she continued, "Don’t deny it. I can see it in your eyes, Domeric Bolton." She said, "You want to take the girl and me. Together."

He thought about her words and nodded, "Perhaps. When she is older. Right now, she’s too young for me."

Ygritte nodded, "You can have her." She said and took his cock in her hands, "As long as you don’t forget who your cock belongs to."

"What? You’re giving me permission to take another woman?" he asked, astonished.

"Once your empire is fully established, you’ll have four or five kingdoms under your control, right? Sansa is King Stark’s daughter. Taking her as your wife will strengthen your relationship with the Northern Kingdom." Ygritte said.

"You know I don’t look favorably on political marriages," he said.

"I know. But this isn’t a political marriage. Sansa will be a beautiful woman when she grows up, and I know you want to get both of us into bed and fuck us. But I know you well, Domeric Bolton. You wouldn’t do such a thing unless I allowed it, would you?" Ygritte said.

"Yeah. I’d rather die than betray you."

"Good. That’s why I allow it. But don’t forget who you really belong to."

He smiled and then entered her warm cunt with a thrust. Ygritte moaned because of sudden trust.

"Well... thanks for your permission. But you’re thinking too much, Ygritte. I haven’t married you publicly yet. I haven’t put the Empress crown on your head yet. I haven’t put a child inside your belly yet. Right now, there’s no one else I want to sleep with besides you." He said.

"Hmm... We can’t do the first two right away, but we can start working on the matter of putting a baby inside my belly now." Ygritte said.

And then, after a long and passionate lovemaking session, the two fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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