Tyrion
He knew his father never made empty threats, so when Tywin Lannister had told his son that Sansa Stark must produce a Lannister heir, Tyrion knew that he was not the only man in the running for the job. If he maintained his aversion to forcing himself on his delicate wife, the task would be passed to Jaime and failing this, Tywin himself to impregnate the girl.
Although Tyrion knew he disgusted Sansa, surely for him to father the child would be the least traumatic for her in the long run. Yes, Jaime was probably the beautiful knight that she would have dreamt of marrying and producing beautiful, little children with but after years of taking Cersei into his bed, would he be capable of showing the tenderness and modesty that one as pure and naïve as Sansa would require? And the idea of Tywin with her was too much to stomach all together. He must therefore bed her himself.
Since their wedding night, Tyrion had stuck to his word and not touched Sansa but tonight as he closed the door to their marriage chamber, he took a deep breath, swallowed a goblet of wine to steady his nerves and called to Sansa who was changing behind the privacy screen. "Sansa may I beg a moment of your time?", "Yes, my Lord….Tyrion". Tyrion patted the chaise he was sat on and Sansa joined him at a comfortable distance. He shuffled closer so he was within touching distance. She was dressed in a floor length, blue night dress. The pale colour of the clothing emphasized the beauty of her iridescent skin and the fire of her red locks, she looked beautiful to him. The fabric skimmed the curve of her womanly hips and caught at the point where her nipples grazed the dress. Any man would be lucky to take this girl into his bed.
"Sansa, my sweet lady, I feel that I again have to protect you from the tyranny of my wretched family. My lord father has made it all too clear, that by ones means or another, you are to carry a Lannister babe in your belly….." He let these words hang, seeing the colour drain from her face, the small relaxation he could always detect in her movements and expressions as she was able to shut the door to the whispers and games of Kingslanding was now eradicated and replaced by her Court face of stone.
He reached over to take her long, pale fingers in his small, pudgy hand but she withdrew further from him, flinching at the mere suggestion of his touch. "Sansa, I know that I repulse you and the idea of birthing a malformed dwarf is horrific but I do not know that our children would be stunted like myself and I would offer you love and gentleness that I do not believe that my father and brother are capable of providing. My father means for you to be taken by one of us before this week closes and I fear that I am the only one able to treat you as the lady that you are. I promise to protect and love you, to provide for you and our children and above all else, to do everything in my power to save you from my family!"
As Sansa, got up from the seat, her posture was still formal and defensive but she walked over and laid on the bed, beginning to slip the straps of her nightdress down her arms and looked up at Tyrion with determination in her eyes, "My lord husband, please…."
Sansa
She had known that she couldn't continue her unconsummated marriage to Tyrion indefinitely. She had ran through numerous ways to try to deceive Cersei and Tywin and thought that with the help of her handmaiden Shae, she may be able to keep up the pretence for a few months longer. But as Tyrion had sat opposite her, she could hear the concern in his voice and as much as she wanted to hate him, she found it hard to see him with anything other than pity. She had begun to understand that the persecution she had been subjected to by Joffrey, Cersei and the rest of the court was something that Tyrion had been dealing with his whole life. She felt dread in the pit of her stomach at the thought of Tyrion climbing on top of her but she did trust him more than the alternatives. Jaime was beautiful and a knight, the real life representation of her childhood dream husband but he was the honourless King Slayer, father to Cersei's bastard children and in her mind, just another cruel Lannister. And, just Tywin's proximity filled Sansa with dread, she could not bear the idea of Tywin raping her, stripping her and painfully forcing his seed into her, how could she love his child?
Tyrion, she knew would respect her and protect her. Although his obsession for whores was notorious, she didn't believe that he would be depraved with her. If she could just produce a male heir, then she would never need to sleep with him again. With this in mind, she slowly slid down the straps of her nightdress and called him to the bed, before the words caught, unsaid in her throat. But she told herself that she must continue, she could do this, she was strong, she was a Stark!
Tyrion
Tyrion climbed the two steps that had been pushed up against the bed, to make it easier for him to get in and out. He felt ashamed of himself that he could already feel his cock twitching as he looked down at his child wife lying, waiting for him in their bed. He knew he would have no difficulty completing his task but he would have to keep reminding himself to be gentle as it was his wife's first time. He wanted to make this a painless as possible for her, so he would have to please her but he didn't know if she would trust him enough to relax and enjoy this.
Tyrion took Sansa's hand in his and kissed it softly, then thinking that this may be easier for her if she could imagine some beautiful knight, he extinguished the lights. Sansa remained rigid as Tyrion moved up the bed to be closer to her head. "Please relax Sansa, I will try to make this as easy for you as possible", he whispered into her ear. He followed this with a trail of gentle kisses, running from the top of her ear down the curve of her chin. She smelled ever so sweet to him, clean with an underlying scent of lemon and sugar. He took a small strand of her hair and ran it through his fingers, oh to see the copper strands running over his skin. He had imagined touching her beautiful hair each night that he had slept on the coach across from her. Tyrion kissed the tip of her elegant nose, before slowly dipping down to caress her soft lips with his. He was surprised to fell that she didn't close her mouth to his but opened to allow him to slip his tongue in, feeling her sweet breath fill his mouth and taste her warm saliva tingle on his tongue. He would take this slow, though it took all his will to not pull up her nightdress and ravish her, he continued to lovingly kiss her.
Sansa
He was so gentle. How could her body betray her like this, instead of tensing to his touch, she felt herself softening, she wanted the comfort of his gentle touches, she wanted him to love her, she didn't need to pretend to herself that it was someone else, she wasn't thinking about who this was, just giving herself over to the sensations her body was experiencing for the first time.
He had been kissing her for some minutes and running his hands through her hair. Only her mother and nursemaids had stroked her hair before, and it felt comforting and safe. When Tyrion shifted his position and kissed the base of her throat, running his tongue along first one prominent collarbone, then the other, Sansa became nervous again. She knew the basics for what a maid should expect on her wedding night but she didn't know how a lady was expected to react and she had only been told of the pain when her maidenhead would be broken. But as Tyrion began to slide her straps down her arms, she felt the skin, goose pimple under his touch. "My lady?" he asked as he pulled the material over her breasts, down her stomach and needed her to lift in order to fully remove the garment. She was conscious of her body. Although the light from the torches had been removed, her eyes had become accustomed to the dim room and she could see Tyrion fully as she lay naked before him. But looking into his eyes, she only saw warmth and desire. Her eyes then wandered down to his breeches, she could clearly see his erection straining against the course cotton. Something felt different, although not confident, she felt a sense of power to know that her body was so enticing to him. She leant towards him, to try to show him, she wanted him to continue.
Tyrion
Could this beautiful angel really be encouraging him? Surely that was too much for a man such as him to hope for? As she lay naked before him on the bed, he saw her glance down at his engorged cock, he throbbed at the sight of her womanly body. He looked from her shy face down to her small breasts, tipped with rosy nipples, so soft that he just wanted to knead the flesh. His eyes followed her skin over her smooth, flat tummy and round hips, down to the auburn curls that hid her sex from him. He wanted her so badly and couldn't help but feel lucky that he was her husband. Tyrion removed his shirt and moved back to her side. He gave her another kiss whilst moving his hand up to touch her breast. She was hot to his touch and as he moved his thumb up to graze the surface of her nipple, he felt it harden beneath his touch, sending another twitch to his expectant cock. He lowered his head to enclose her other nipple in his mouth and softly sucked on the taut nub. Sansa lowered herself on the pillows, closed her eyes and bit lightly on her lower lip. She wasn't sure what to do with her hands, so occupied them by clinging to the covers beneath her.
Tyrion looked up at Sansa's face, fearing what she was feeling, but at the loss of contact so looked down disappointedly. Tyrion replaced his lips, lower, spreading kisses over her ribs and down to her belly button. The quick, flick of his tongue against her belly button made her wriggle underneath him. He moved his lips over the sensitive skin to the top of each thigh. Slowly, as not to alarm her, he gently touched the thick curls, drawing small shapes in the covering of hair. Tyrion could smell her arousal and as he kissed her legs, he hoped the musky, sweet smell would make his intrusion more comfortable for her, but before that he determined to pleasure her to climax.
Tyrion twisted his thumb down her curls, and began to slowly circle Sansa delicate clit. She let out a small mew and he couldn't help smiling against her thigh in satisfaction. He crawled from her side to between her legs and lowered his mouth to her mound. He sucked in her clit, running his tongue over the soft nub and drew his hand down, to trace sensitively across her wet lips. Whilst encouraging her thighs wider apart, Tyrion fumbled to find her opening and ever so gently dipped his middle finger into her wet folds. She was so tight, there was resistance around his finger. Pushing slightly deeper, he moved his finger within her, attempting to make it easier for her when his cock would push into her, forcing through her maidenhead. Tyrion could feel Sansa's muscles begin to tighten, as her moans became more regular, he slipped his second finger into her and held down on her stomach with his other hand as she bulked against the discomfort. He snaked his tongue lower to taste her sweet juices before continuing his assault on her clit. Sansa was clenching more against his fingers as he kept sliding his fingers in and out of her wet pussy.
Sansa
As she squeezed relentlessly against Tyrion's fingers, Sansa let out a low moan as a tingling sensation started in her toes and sent waves of pleasure out from where Tyrion had been sucking. The feeling seemed to release all her pressure and she lay, hips and legs bucking from the smaller after waves of her orgasm, sweating and breathing heavily against the pillow, shocked by the power of her climax.
Before she realised that he had even moved, Tyrion was standing at the end of the bed, removing his breeches. As the laces were untied, she saw his cock bounce out from its restraints, protruding from the mass of golden ringlets around. She was surprised by how red and swollen it looked, but only had a moment to look before he was knelt between her legs. He had one hand round his cock, guiding it into her entrance and one, steadying himself on her hip. "Please relax Sansa, this will hurt but I will be as gentle as I can". She then felt a deep, ache as Tyrion slowly pushed his cock inside her, she took several deep breathes whilst he stayed still, her walls stretching around his girth. She felt him sliding out of her and in the next second a lightning, white pain as he pushed fully into her, tearing her maidenhead. "It will be easier now" he groaned down at her. She could see the effort he was making to control himself, the beads of sweat were rolling down his temples, his hands on her hips were trembling and clammy.
Tyrion
She felt so good! Even as experienced as Tyrion was, it was taking all of his self-control to keep from falling over the cliff. Her warm, wet pussy gripped tightly around his cock. He wanted to grab her hips tightly and ram into her again and again but he cared too much for her to do that. So he slowly pumped into her, reassuring her as she looked up at him with a strained look of discomfort in her face, she was so brave, and he really did admire her strength. Tyrion felt the muscles in his stomach tightening and his thrusts became less controlled, his balls constricting, as he pushed as deep as he could into her tight pussy and felt his hot seed spill into her. He jerked his body into her a couple of times as the last of his cum seeped from his softening cock and slowly pulled himself out of her. He crawled up the bed, to be level with her and kissed her gently on the forehead. He was pleased, when she lifted her head and kissed his lips before rolling over on the bed.