pastel-khaleesi: Twisted Desire warnings: smut, violence, Ramsay is his own warning.Ramsay…

pastel-khaleesi:

Twisted Desire

warnings: smut, violence, Ramsay is his own warning.
Ramsay Snow/Bolton x Original Character (Aurane).

Summary:  a handmaiden who serves House Bolton has some dark desires that involve Ramsay and his sadistic acts.

House Bolton ruled over The Dreadfort for generations, they were known to be cruel and cunning and took part in flaying their enemies. After Domeric died, Roose brought his bastard son, Ramsay to live at The Dreadfort.   

Aurane stood by the kennels watching over as Roose and his men entered the courtyard. Dismounting his horse and handing the reins over to the stable boy, making his way over in her direction, snow lightly falling on his furs. Roose was followed by a young man she has never seen before. Dark, wavy hair. Icy blue chips for eyes. His skin was pale, it resembled the snow that fell lightly over the courtyard. His eyes connected with hers, they pierced her soul. Roose stopped in front of her.

“Aurane, this is my bastard Ramsay Snow.” her eyes drifted over to the young man that stood behind him, his jaw was clenched as his eyes were fixed on Roose.

Roose and Ramsay turned and made their way towards the castle. Following behind them, they enter the dark hall that had a bitter chill in the air. It seemed to be colder inside the castle than it was outside in the courtyard.

“Ramsay, later I need to discuss some things concerning the Ironborn with you. However I have things to tend to…” turning to face Aurane “could you show Ramsay to his chambers?”

“Yes, m’lord.” she bowed her head and watched as Roose disappeared down the hall. Turning to face Ramsay, she gestured to follow her up the stairs.

Ramsay following hot on her heels as she led him to his chambers. Pushing the heavy wooden door open to a room that was dimly lit by candlelight, furs scattered over the bed, a bathtub located near the fire crackling away in the corner of the room. Ramsay walked past her, looking around the room he turned to Aurane and smiled.

As he walked towards her, he pulled his leather gloves off and threw them down on the nearby table. he closed in the space between them. She could feel his warm breath against her face making her nervous. Looking up into his icy chips she saw that smirk form on his face.

“Do I scare you?”

A lump formed in her throat.

“N-n-no, m’lord.”

“Good.” he ran his rough thumb along her jawline as he had a hold of her chin.  

Ramsay turned away from her and started to undress. Removing his shirt to expose his toned, pale body.  Aurane couldn’t take her eyes off his body. Turning to face her, Ramsay noticed she was staring at his body, he began to smirk as he walked towards her.  Snapping her from her thoughts, she looked up into his icy blue orbs.

“I need you to fetch my hunting outfits up to my chambers. I feel like going on a hunt before I see my father.” he clapped his hands together.

Aurane bowed her head and left Ramsay’s chambers. After leaving Ramsay’s chambers, Aurane let out a heavy sigh of relief. She has heard many stories about Roose’s bastard and they weren’t nice ones, they said he was cruel, sadistic and he was suspected to be the one behind Domeric’s untimely death.

Making her way down to the main hall where Ramsay’s outfits were she was stopped in her tracks by Roose’s new handmaiden, Shennen.

“I hear you are now the bastard’s handmaiden now?”

“I am.”

“Please be very careful with him. Roose has told confirmed stories told about him and Roose strongly believes Ramsay was the one behind Domeric’s death.”  

Aurane dismissed what she was just told as she headed into the main hall. Roose sat at the head of the table discussing battle plans with his men, it was said Stannis Baratheon was planning to attack the north and take a claim over it. Walking over to Ramsay’s chest in the corner of the room, she struggled to even move it. As Roose and his men left the hall, one of Roose’s men walked up behind Aurane.

“Let me help you with that.” he grabbed the heavy chest and followed you all the way to Ramsay’s chambers.

Placing the chest down out side of his chamber door, the Bolton guard bowed his head and disappeared down the dimly lit hall. Turning towards the door, she pushes it open to find the room is darker than it was before, Ramsay put out the fire and left only the candles to light the room. Ramsay was standing by the window in nothing but his britches, the candlelight highlighted his toned body. Turning around, his eyes sparkled as he smiled at her gesturing for her to go over to him. Pulling the chest into his chambers, Ramsay watched as she struggled. Letting out a low chuckle Aurane shot her head up and looked in his direction.

“Something funny?” she spat at him.

His eyes widened, a look of amusement shot across his face. Slowly making his way across the room towards her, grabbing her by the wrist, he pulls her closer to him. Feeling the heat radiating of his body, he grabbed her by the chin and tilted her head back so he could see her face. After realising she snapped at him and seeing the serious look he had on his face a lump formed in her throat, she began to get nervous, palms of her hands became sweaty.

Staring deep into her eyes, it wasn’t long until his lips crashed against hers, melting into the rough kiss for a moment. Aurane opened her eyes,  breaking from the kiss she jumped back. Ramsay scoffed at her look of shock. Not knowing how to react she quickly left his chambers, running down the hall and down the staircase she made her way to the other side of the castle to where her chambers were located.

Running into her bed chambers, she slammed the door behind her and locking it. Throwing herself down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling, she couldn’t shake her thoughts away from Ramsay. His eyes, his smirk, everything even the kiss they just shared. The stories she heard and that have now been confirmed by his own father didn’t seem to bother her in the slightest, if anything it turned her on.

Aurane could hear someone talking in the courtyard, jumping up from her bed, she walks over to the window that overlooked the courtyard to see Ramsay standing at the main gate with his hounds next to him accompanied by Myranda, they looked like they shared quite an intimate conversation that got heated. As Aurane continued to watch on she saw Ramsay grab Myranda and pin her to the cold, stone wall. Watching them kiss passionately she felt her stomach drop and the heat rise up to her cheeks,  deciding to turn in for the night since Ramsay went on one of his hunts she slowly began unlacing her dress. Letting the fabric fall from her body and pool around her feet she steps out and lightly kicks her dress to the side. Completely naked, the cold air hit her fair skin creating goose pimples all over her body. Crawling into bed, underneath the soft furs that were scattered. Aurane curled up and fell asleep.

After what felt like a full nights sleep, Aurane woke up to a man screaming. It sounded like it came from the dungeons. Grabbing a nightdress from her chest, she pulls it over her head as she leaves her chambers. Making her way all the way down to the dungeons, she saw two Bolton men guarding the door, she had no idea how she could get past them. Watching around the corner of the wall, she saw Ramsay walk up to them, they exchanged a short conversation before all three walked off. Aurane’s curiosity got the better of her as she quietly walked up to the dungeon door, gently pulling it open she headed to see with her own eyes what was going on down there.

It was dark and there was a faint light in the distance, as she got closer to the light she could hear a man beg and cry. Grabbing the torch of the wall she walked further into the dungeons to find a man tied to a cross, covered in blood and had skin missing from parts of his body. The man has been tortured, he looked up to see Aurane standing there wide eyed coming closer to him.

“Please….h..h..help me.”

Her eyes scanned over his body, some of his fingers had been cut off, he had deep cuts all over his body. As she got closer to him the smell was too much for her, she choked. There was a strong smell of urine around him.

Suddenly the sound of the dungeon door opening made her drop the torch as her head shot back over her should. She could hear Ramsay laughing as he got closer. Quickly finding somewhere to hide she rushed over to the darkest part of the room and hid behind a wall.

“Let’s get back to playing our game!”

Ramsay circled around the man that was tied up on the cross, Aurane peered around the corner of the wall watching as Ramsay taunted him. Walking over to the table, Ramsay picked up a sharp blade, he turned to the man and smirked as he began playing with the blade. Ramsay began mumbling and she couldn’t make out what was being said after a moment the man began to scream again, trying to get a closer look she could only see Ramsay flaying the fingers the man had left.

Aurane’s breathing became heavier as she watched on whilst Ramsay continued with the torture, she was seeing everything that she heard about Ramsay with her own eyes.  The mans screams filled the room, as Ramsay continued flaying him the door swung open and she heard Roose’s voice.

“Ramsay, we need to talk. Stop what you’re doing . Now.”

Roose left and Ramsay placed the knife down on the table before leaving the dungeon. Deciding it was the best time to get out of there, she dashed towards the door, opening it to be stopped one of the Bolton men.

“What’s a pretty little maiden like you doing in there?”

Unable to speak, Aurane just looked up at the guard.

“Lord Roose will be interested in why you’re lurking in the dungeons.”

Without hesitation the guard grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the main hall. Throwing the doors open, Roose and Ramsay look surprised to see the guard throw Aurane towards them.

“She was lurking around in the dungeons.”

Roose turned to Ramsay.

“You deal with this I have to go through battle plans.”

“Yes father.”

Ramsay turned to her, a serious look spread across his face for a moment, his icy blue chips pierced her soul making the hairs on the back of her neck stick up. A smirk slowly crept up on his face as he proceeded towards her, grabbing her by the arm he led her to his chambers. Throwing her inside of the room, he slammed the door behind him.

“Someone has been a bad handmaiden.” he sucked his teeth as he slowly walked over and keeping his gaze focused on her. “What did you see?”

Aurane began to get nervous, her body stiffened and her hands were clammy as a lump formed in her throat. Ramsay’s jaw clenched as he became inpatient with the lack of answer’s from her.

“Do I need to ask again? I don’t like asking a second time.”

Aurane’s heart began to race as Ramsay closed in the space between them, she could feel his warm breath on her face, his rough hands ran up her arms before he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. The kiss was rough but passionate, his hands explored her body before he broke from the kiss and looked down at her.

“Well…?” a serious expression formed.

“I…I saw you torture a man…”

“…And that didn’t scare you?” he squinted his eyes and scoffed.

“No…”

Ramsay let out a low chuckle before spinning Aurane around so she was facing the window.

“You know what I think?” he moved her hair to the side as he attacked her neck with rough kisses.

“Hm…” she moaned out.

“I think what I did down in the dungeon turned you on.” he smirked against her neck as he gently grazed his teeth along her sot skin, lightly biting down making her moan out more. “I mean normally, people would fear me. You don’t.”

Breaking away from his embrace, Aurane quickly ran out of his chamber and back to hers. Collapsing on her bed, she looked up at the ceiling letting out a heavy sigh in frustration. She wanted him and she wanted him bad. Her thoughts drifted to when she saw him with Myranda and knew she could never please him the way she does. After spending most of the night trying to think of ways she could please Ramsay, she gathered up the courage to take things into her own hands.

It was late, everyone was in their chambers. Opening her chamber door slowly, she peeped out into the dimly lit hall, nobody was there not even guards. Closing the door again she put on a flimsy nightgown and let her loose, dark curls fall down over her shoulders. Sneaking out of her room, she made her way to Ramsay’s chambers without getting noticed, there had to be guards somewhere on duty so she was being vigilant. Lightly knocking on the door, there was no answer, thinking he was sleeping she knocked a little louder but still nothing. Not wanting to get caught she quietly opened the door to find the room was empty, Ramsay wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

Standing there confused and wondering where he could be, it sprang to her mind, the dungeon.

Sneaking around The Dreadfort trying not to get caught by guards, she sees that the dungeon isn’t guarded by Bolton men. Rushing over to the door she enters, there’s a deadly silence normally she’d heard Ramsay taunting or a man screaming but nothing. In the distance she could see light, that meant someone was there and it was more than likely Ramsay.

As she made her way down, deeper into the dungeon she sees a crimson pool on the floor. Looking over she sees the man that was tied up is now dead with his insides hanging out of his body. Ramsay had disemboweled him. Normal people would flee, but not her, she liked Ramsay’s brutality. Ramsay was sitting at the table cleaning his blades, his clothes and hands covered in blood.

Ramsay saw her in the corner of his eye just standing there watching as he cleaned his knife, staring at each other for a moment, Aurane slowly made her way over to him. Picking up her nightdress as she stepped over the pool of blood. Standing in front of him, looking down into his icy orbs that glistened in the dim light, slowly pulling the straps of her nightdress down her arms she let the fabric slip down her body and fall to the floor, pooling around her feet.

Aurane’s naked body was exposed to the cool air, Ramsay’s eyes widened as he took in the site of her naked. His tongue ran across his lower lip, placing the knife down he leaned forward to grab her but she stopped him pushing him back in the chair. He smirked and chuckled lowly as she took control. Grabbing the knife of the table, Ramsay watched her intently how she handled it, straddling him she begins to cut through the fabric that covered his torso. Exposing his pale toned body, she places the knife down and pulls the fabric from his body, throwing it over her shoulder.

Leaning forward, she could feel his warm breath against her neck. Making a trail of rough, wet kisses down her neck and along her collarbone, her heart began to race as he ran his hand up her back and tugged on her hair. Pulling her back he looked deep into her eyes with his icy chips, a smirk grew as his eyes began to run over her naked body. Running her soft hands down his torso she slides her hands down his britches, grabbing his cock. Ramsay let out a low growl as her petite hand wraps around the base of his cock, lightly squeezing it. His lips crashed against hers, as she melted into the kiss it started to become rough and passionate. Breaking from the kiss the catch her breath, Ramsay stared at her for a moment before taking control.

Without any hesitation he picked Aurane up and slammed her against the cold, stone wall. Attacking her neck with his teeth, leaving marks he starts making his way down her body. Throwing her leg over his shoulder, he looks up at her and smirks before running his rough tongue along her wet slit. Aurane’s breathing became heavy.  Using his fingers to separate her wet folds he began to tease her clit with his tongue before lightly biting it. Her moans echoed in the dungeon, running her hand through his thick, dark curls she tugs earning a deep hungry growl from him.

Her stomach began to coil from the pleasure Ramsay was giving her, her eyes fluttered as she looked over to see the dead body that was on the cross, that made her pleasure increase. This didn’t go unnoticed by Ramsay, pulling away from her pussy, he wipes his face that was covered in her juices.

“I see you like my handy work.” he smirked before pulling her from the wall.

“I do.” she smirked back at him before pushing him back into the chair.

Grabbing the knife she used to cut through his clothing, she walked towards him slowly, playing with the knife. Ramsay watched as she got closer, his eyes dark and full of lust. Placing herself on his lap, she slowly ran the blade across his chest, Ramsay’s eyes widened as he grinned at her. Little trickles of blood ran down his chest, his breathing got heavier as she continued to use the knife on him.

His cock was hard and strained against his britches. Not being able to hold back anymore he grabbed the knife from her and threw it down. With one swift motion he cleared the table next to him, pulling Aurane up he grabbed her and throw her over the table, running his hand down her back. Taking a moment to take in the sight of her bent over the table for him he grinned as he discarded his britches. Position himself at her slick entrance he thrust inside of her hard. He didn’t give her any time to adjust to him before he began thrusting in and out harder with each thrust.  Tangling his hands in her hair he pulls her head back , she felt his hot breath against her ear as he began to whisper.

“You…didn’t..answer…..me.” he whispered during his hard thrusts. “Do…you……like…my…handy…….work.”

Aurane screamed out as one of his hard thrusts hit a sweet spot, she felt her stomach coil as her eyes drifted over the body and he continued to pound into her.

“Y…y…yes…..m’…..lord.” she screamed.

Ramsay smirked down at her as he thrust harder. His body was covered in sweat. Their movements were slowly starting to become in sync, their breathing erratic and Aurane felt her orgasm closing in. Ramsay knew she was close to her orgasm just by the way she dug her nails into the table  and her screams of pleasure. Deciding to pull out, Aurane looked over her shoulder and let out a disappointed sigh.

“Oh I’m sorry, did I disappoint you? I don’t think you’re the only one that’s disappointed.”

Grabbing her face he turns her head to face the body of the Ironborn that was tied up.

“Come to my chambers later, I want to play a game.”

Yesssss…for later