Weekly Dose of Lemon (Sansa Stark) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

All characters engaging in sexual or mature relationships are eighteen years or older.

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Chapter 1: Sansa Stark

Westeros - Winterfell

The snow in the North didn't burn like the fires of his dreams.

In those dreams, fading echoes of a life that felt more like a myth than a memory, he had been a boy of orange and gold, a hero who had seen the world break and mend. But that life was gone, replaced by the biting reality of the North. He had been born again to a common woman in a village near the Last Hearth, a boy with hair the color of the summer sun and eyes that held the depth of the Narrow Sea.

He had no magic. No internal energy to call upon. He only had his body, which he had pushed to the absolute limit since he could walk. By the time he was twenty, Naruto was known from the Wall to White Harbor as the "Sun-Touched Bastard," a man who fought with a ferocity and speed that made people wonder if he was even human.

He didn't need spirits or spells. He was simply faster than any knight, his instincts sharper than any blade. And that was why Sansa Stark, the Lady of Winterfell, had made him the Captain of her personal guard.

Winterfell -

Winterfell was quiet, the air thick with the scent of pine and old stone. Sansa stood on the battlements, her red hair a vibrant streak against the grey sky. Naruto stood a few paces behind her, his hand resting on the pommel of a heavy steel longsword.

"You’re thinking of the south again," Naruto said, his voice a low rasp that always seemed to ground her.

Sansa didn't turn. "I’m thinking of the lords who arrive tomorrow. They come with marriage contracts and promises of 'security.' They think a woman alone cannot hold the North."

Naruto stepped forward, moving with a silent, predatory grace that never failed to make Sansa’s heart skip. "You aren't alone. You have the North. And you have me."

Sansa turned then, her blue eyes meeting his. The intensity in his gaze was different from the hunger of the lords. Naruto didn't want her title. He didn't want her lands. Since the day he had saved her from a lingering Bolton loyalist’s blade, he had looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

"They say you are not human," Sansa whispered, stepping closer, braving the cold that seemed to melt whenever he was near. "They say you fought a dozen men at the Dreadfort and didn't take a single scratch."

"People like to tell stories, Sansa," Naruto replied, his lips curving into a small, confident smirk. "I’m just a man who’s very good at staying alive."

"I don't want a story," she said, her voice dropping to a breathy murmur. "I want someone I can trust. Someone who doesn't look at me and see a political piece on a board."

Naruto reached out, his hand, rough, scarred, and warm, cupping her cheek. The protocol of Lady and Guard vanished. In this life, he had been reborn to protect her, and he wasn't going to let the chance slip away.

"Then stop looking at the lords," Naruto said. "And look at me."

They gazed into each other's eyes, searching for something. Sansa must have discovered what she needed, as she took Naruto by the wrist and guided him away behind her. Those nearby didn't react, fully aware that this moment was inevitable, given how closely the two were always connected.

Sansa's Private Chambers

They moved from cold battlements to Sansa’s private solar was a blur of heightened senses. The moment the door clicked shut, the pretenses fell away.

Sansa turned into him, her hands clutching the furs of his cloak. "They will call this a scandal," she breathed against his chest.

"Let them," Naruto growled. He didn't wait. He leaned down and captured her lips with a ferocity that spoke of years of repressed longing.

Sansa gasped, her body arching into his. This wasn't the polite, cold kiss of a noble. Naruto tasted of salt and fire. His strength was overwhelming, his arms wrapping around her like bands of iron. He picked her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her toward the massive weirwood bed.

Lemon Scene Ahead

The furs were pushed aside as Naruto laid her down, his eyes roaming over her with a primal hunger. He stripped off his leather brigandine, revealing a torso that was a masterpiece of lean, corded muscle. He was covered in the maps of his profession, thin white lines across his ribs and shoulders, but to Sansa, they were badges of honor.

He moved over her, his weight a welcome pressure. When he kissed her neck, his stubble grazing her sensitive skin, Sansa let out a sharp, needy moan.

"Naruto..."

"I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw you," he confessed, his voice vibrating against her skin. "In every dream, in every life... it’s always been you."

He reached for the laces of her gown, his fingers surprisingly deft for a warrior. As the silk fell away, exposing her pale, cream-colored skin to the firelight, Naruto’s breath hitched. Sansa was a vision of Northern beauty, tall, elegant, and now, completely vulnerable to him.

His hands explored her with a focused intensity. He traced the curve of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they peaked, eliciting a soft cry from her lips. He moved lower, his hand sliding between her thighs, finding her already slick and wanting.

Sansa’s head tossed back against the pillows, her fingers digging into the muscles of his arms. "Please... I can't... I need you."

Naruto didn't make her wait. He shed the rest of his clothes and moved between her legs. He was large, thick, and pulsing with a heat that seemed to radiate through her entire body. He entered her in one smooth, powerful thrust, filling her so completely that she could only gasp his name.

The rhythm was relentless. Naruto moved with the same terrifying efficiency he used on the battlefield, fast, strong, and deeply impactful. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through Sansa’s spine, her body molding itself to his. The bed groaned under the force of their passion, the only sound in the room aside from their heavy breathing and the wet slap of skin on skin.

"Look at me, Sansa," Naruto commanded, his voice thick with lust.

She opened her eyes, seeing the raw, unfiltered devotion in his blue gaze. He wasn't just taking her; he was giving her everything he was. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a bruising kiss as her climax began to build. It started as a low hum in her blood, then exploded into a blinding white heat that made her entire body tremble.

Naruto felt her walls tighten around him and let out a guttural roar, his own release hitting him like a physical blow. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his body tensing as he poured himself into her, marking her as his in the only way that mattered.

Lemon Scene End

Long after the fire had burned down to embers, they lay entwined under the heavy furs. Naruto held her close, his thumb tracing idle patterns on her hip.

There was no magic in this world that could compare to this. He had been reborn into a land of ice and fire, but in Sansa’s arms, he had finally found his reason to live.

"What happens tomorrow?" Sansa asked softly, her voice filled with a newfound peace.

Naruto kissed her forehead. "Tomorrow, the lords arrive. And I’ll be standing right behind you. If any of them have a problem with that... well, I’ve always been good at handling problems."

Sansa smiled, closing her eyes. For the first time, the North didn't feel cold at all.

Chapter End

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A/N: There is another installment of the Weekly Dose of Lemon. I hope you all like it.