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I'm Yours, But You Can't Be Mine | Dark!Robb Stark x fem Knight!Reader

Summary: The Freys and the Boltons were so close in their attempt to assassinate Robb Stark and switch the tides in favor of the Lannisters. But a knight's devotion to her king should never be tested. Her loyalty always remains true, even if she breaks the heart of the man she loves in order to protect him.

Trigger Warning(s): MDNI 18+, blood, gore, graphic violence, forced abortion, violence against women, canon character deaths (not Robb or Starks), graphic smut, more hurt than comfort, Talisa is a spy (and a ho), Reader has post-murder clarity and guilt

A/N: A couple of days ago, I woke up and chose violence (emotionally and "literature"-ally) ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ. Also, Theon Greyjoy never betrayed Robb in this fic bc I said so - HOORAY! Also, if anyone can tell me how I can use different fonts in my posts, that would be great.

Walking out from the tent where the emergency council meeting was held, you steeled yourself for the information you would have to discuss with your king. With each step falling to the ground, bringing you closer to his tent, the boulder in your stomach grew more and more heavy.

“This is a bad idea,” you thought to yourself. “This is a bad idea and a mistake; he will never forgive you if you go through this.”

But you made a promise – and as Ned Stark taught you, you would keep it because it was right and honorable. Because when choosing between what is right and what is easy…you must always choose what is right.

You stopped before the two Northmen who stood outside your king’s tent as guardsmen. Their postures straightened and appeared as imposing as possible when facing you.

“Turn back, Ser (Y/N),” one guard said. “No matter how familiar with King Robb, we are on strict orders from Lady Catelyn that no one but her and Princess Arya are permitted to enter His Grace’s tent.”

“I need to speak with the King,” you spoke in your best militant and authoritative tone. “His lords and I just held an emergency council meeting to discuss House Frey’s betrayal. I need to ensure that no information is held from him.”

“Perhaps it be best you let His Grace rest,” the other guard spat out. “He had just lost his queen and future heir at the hands of Walder Frey – even if his wife was a spying, traitorous cunt sent by Tywin Lannister. We could all use some time to mourn.”

You snarled and grabbed your dagger when you saw the sigil sewn on her sheath. He belonged to House Blackwood. Your eyes softened as you recognized him as Bywin Blackwood, cousin to Lucas Blackwood, one of the four hundred casualties slain by Hosteen Frey. Taking a deep breath, you tried to appeal to their sympathetic natures.

“I concur, Ser Bywin,” you said. “But you cannot deny that time is of the essence. Three days have passed since the failed Red Wedding, and word has surely reached Tywin Lannister and the rest of the Red Keep of their failure. I fear for Princess Sansa’s life if we do not take action soon. Her well-being is entirely dependent on King Joffery and his bitch mother’s whims and wishes. The faster I can bring our king up to speed, the faster we can retaliate and bring our former liege lord’s daughter back.”

You watched them glance at one another before delivering the final blow. “And then we can all go home so that we may finally properly mourn and honor the lives lost in this war.”

They let you through, and you entered your king’s tent. Seeing your friend lying so still on his cot broke your heart. His chest was wrapped entirely in gauze and bandages, and the memory of seeing the arrows puncture his body swept chills down your back. Grey Wind sat beside him as dutifully as ever and did not even turn his head to look at you when you entered. Like his master, Grey Wind was a beast of discipline and strength. He and Robb shared the same qualities of holding the stoic appearance of a leader – even when the world around them came crumbling down. But here, at this moment, Grey Wind was neither a beast nor a leader. At this moment, he was simply the pet whose mind was running rampant with worry from fear of his dearest friend never waking up.

You held out your hand and called out his name. “Grey Wind.”

His head finally turned to face you. You often wondered if he was more man than beast, sometimes based on how soulful his eyes looked alone. You crouched on the ground and beckoned him to you.

“Come here, boy. Are you thirsty? I brought you water.”

He immediately trotted to you and showed his joy in seeing you were alive by licking your face and nudging you with his wet nose. You softly laughed at his eagerness to shower you in love while also inspecting your body to see if you were injured or carrying weapons. His body stilled, and his fur stood as he stopped to sniff the sword resting on your hip. He took a sniff and bared his teeth to let out a low growl when he recognized the scent of Talisa’s blood soaking the metal of your blade underneath the leather sheath.

You petted him and spoke in low whispers to calm him down. “It’s alright, boy. She met her end – you and I both ensured that.”

A pained voice rasped out. “I don’t suppose you got any information out of it?”

Your eyes widened at the only other voice in the room, and Grey Wind immediately returned to Robb’s side.

Tears filled your eyes as relief flooded your body. “Robb,” you sobbed out.

Before you could stop yourself, you flung yourself to hug him. “You’re alive! Oh gods – you’re alive!”

Returning your embrace, Robb held you close. “I am, and so are my mother and most of our men—all thanks to you.”

But the happy atmosphere became sour and somber when he looked down at your sword. The memory of your hands covered in his wife’s blood as you stormed into Frey’s Great Hall with the rest of his men was fresh in his mind. Fury swirled and thundered inside him as he learned he had been played as a fool by Tywin Lannister. Using one of his vassal house’s daughters as a spy while disguised as a healer so that she could seduce him was a low he never thought those fucking lions would stoop down to, but they had, and he will have their heads on spikes.

His grip on your arms grew harder. “Did she suffer?” he asked.

You looked him straight in the eyes. “Every second until she had her last breath.”

“Good,” was his only response.

“Robb,” you started. What you were about to tell him was cruel, but he needed to know. “I tore her child out from her womb…it had blonde hair.”

Robb let out a bitter laugh and clenched his fists. “So not only was she a spy, but she was also a whore.” He shook his head. “I was a fool.”

You took his hand in yours. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. She had us all fooled.”

Robb shook his head. “Not you. She never fooled you. You hated her the minute you saw her, and you were right, too.”

You never once hid your distrust and dislike for her from the moment she and Robb locked eyes, a distrust that only grew more intense when Robb decided to marry her, thus breaking the vow he made with Walder Frey. But despite your skepticism of Talisa Maegyr, you never suspected she was a spy under Tywin Lannister. Eventually, though, you began to trust her after observing her for countless hours.

She wasn’t a Frey girl, but she might be good to Robb. Maybe she would make him happy.

Robb tucked in a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Who would’ve thought that your natural hatred and distrust for anything pretty would come in so handy?”

“I do not hate all things ‘pretty,’” you scoffed. “I just have a natural distrust for things that seem too good to be true that happen to be pretty. Why do you think I ran away from you for so long?”

Robb smirked. “But you always trusted my father?” he chuckled.

"Ned Stark was someone who was born into privilege and knew it," you shrugged. “Besides, he was old and fat when he found me. And I didn’t think it would be useful until now.”

You thought it strange to see her leave the feast so early, claiming that she felt ill, and one of Bolton’s soldiers escorted her to her chambers. You whispered to Theon that you needed some air before quietly following them. You found them discussing how everything was set and how House Stark would fall that night. Talisa’s true name was Joy Marband, one of House Lannister’s vassal houses in the Westerlands. Tal- Joy ensured Lord Bolton that House Lannister would reward him for his loyalty to the crown. Horrified by this revelation, you rushed to where Grey Wind was locked up and freed him after slaying the guards that stood in front of his kennel.

“Grey Wind, gather the men,” you ordered. “Gather as many as possible and lead them to the Great Hall! We don’t have much time!” Grey Wind howled before doing exactly as you ordered. When he parted, you set off to find the spying whore. On your way to find her, you slew every son, guard, knight, squire, and steward that came across you.

You found her all right – found her in her chambers getting fucked from behind by one of Lord Frey’s many bastard sons. You took out your dagger and gutted him from balls to the chest before cutting off his pathetic cock. It gave you a sick amount of pleasure to see how his blood sprayed across the room – from the walls to the bed, on the traitorous cunt’s back he was fucking to on your clothes. His body went limp as a massive puddle of blood surrounded him. After watching him die, you turned your attention to her.

“Please,” she cried while clutching a blood-splattered sheet close to her chest. “Please, I am with child – Robb’s child!”

You reached out, and your hand squeezed around her throat as she tried to claw her way out of your grasp. Anger being your drive, you slammed her head against the headboard of the bed and watched as her lips turned blue from lack of air.

“Don’t you say his name,” you growled. “Don’t you EVER say his name!”

You flung her like she was a simple ragdoll as her body slammed against the stone wall adjacent to the bed. She coughed and gasped for air while rubbing her throat – the bruises were already forming. You stalked towards her before she could crawl away.

“Robb trusted you!” you thundered. “Lady Stark trusted you! The North trusted you – I TRUSTED YOU!”

You towered over her, grabbed a fistful of her umber-shaded locks, and forcefully yanked it until her face was only inches from yours. “AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU TOOK THAT TRUST AND REPAID IT WITH BETRAYAL!”

She tried to crawl away before you stomped on her hand and felt it being crushed underneath the sole of your boot. Your former queen wailed in agony from the pain that almost hid the sound of her bones cracking. The dagger you used to fill the bleeding corpse was still in your other hand, and you knelt to trace Lady Marband’s pretty face with its tip.

“W-w-what are you going to do to me?” she pathetically sniffled.

“I have – STOP CRYING! I have only one question for you,” you harshly whispered. “Did my king truly sire the child in your womb?”

“YES!” she cried out quickly…too quickly. Your jaw clenched so hard you thought your teeth would break from all the pressure.

“…Liar,” you hissed.

With nothing left to stop you, you took your dagger and stabbed it into her body. Dragging the blade until her insides were spilling out into your hands, you dug your find to find the child. Her screams howled louder than any beast at night, and you were almost worried that her wails would give away your position. But all those worries went away when you tore the fetus from her womb. Pouring water on it, you found tiny wisps of hair…straight, blond wisps of hair that more resembled the color of golden wheat than Robb’s dark, russet curls.

Hearing Grey Wind’s howl outside the window, you knew it was time. Still holding the whore’s limb and bloodied bastard in your hand, you raced to find Grey Wind. If your suspicions were true, most of the archers for House Frey were already inside the Great Hall while the feast was happening. If you didn’t hurry, you and the men Grey Wind gathered would be too late. You managed to locate him quickly and were relieved to find thousands of men behind him as he immediately trotted to your side.

“Queen Talisa Maegyr is a traitor working for the Lannisters!” you loudly roared. “She belongs to House Marband—one of their vassal houses! Tywin Lannister had sent her to spy on and seduce your king!”

You raised the dead babe high above your head for all the men to see. “The babe in her stomach is not even Robb’s! If you wish for proof, see for yourself!”

You flung its body to the nearest man. He picked it up, and you can see his eyes widen and fill with rage before confirming your words as truth.

“BLONDE!” he bellowed for all his comrades to hear. “BLONDE LIKE JOFFERY AND HIS WHORE MOTHER, HIDING IN THEIR RED SHIT-STAINED CASTLE!”

Cries and shouts of outrage and anger amongst the men. You watched with bated breath as the surge of revenge and the need for bloodshed filled their hearts. You then revealed that Walder Frey and Roose Bolton were also in a secret allegiance with House Lannister and watched as enraged spirits filled the men with enough fury to take down an army of ten thousand. The North needed something to boost morale, and here it was. You looked down at Grey Wind. He stared back into your eyes with the same loyalty he gives Robb, and you know what you must do.

With one swipe, you unsheathe your blade, ‘Purge,’ and raise it above your head as the men go silent.

You shouted before leading the charge into the keep. “COME WITH ME AND LET’S TAKE THESE FUCKING FREYS TO THEIR GRAVES!”

Grey Wind howled to the sky, and the men raised their weapons to let out their battle cries as they followed you, storming into the keep. You shouted orders for the Riverland archers to run to the upper levels to take down the Freys perched there. Your king’s direwolf raced ahead and took down any soldier that tried to cross him. By the time you and the men reached the doors leading to the Great Hall, all of Grey Wind’s face was soaked with spilled red liquid life save for his golden eyes.

You pushed the door open just in time to see Robb stagger back from the arrows piercing his chest. Just when Roose Bolton tried to deliver the final blow, Grey Wind let out a booming bark before dashing to Lord Bolton and clamping his teeth into his neck. Meanwhile, you went to where Theon was held and removed the heads of the men who were pinning him down with a single swing. You grabbed him by his doublet’s collar, yanked him to his feet, and shoved a spare sword in his hand.

“Grab Robb and his mother, and get out of here!” you ordered.

He shook his head. “I’m not leaving you–”

“Dammit Theon! Don’t argue with me!” you shouted. “Just get Robb and Lady Catelyn somewhere safe!”

Theon looked at the chaos unfolding around him. “What about Queen Talisa?”

“She’s dead! I killed her!” you answered.

“WHAT?!” Theon’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

You rolled your eyes. “Tywin Lannister sent her to spy and fuck Robb – NOW, GO!”

Once you saw Theon take Lady Stark and they dragged Robb’s bleeding body to safety, you could finally focus on the fight. You focused your sights on every man who wore a Frey or Bolton sigil and didn’t stop until each one was lying at your feet. The blood spilled from each slash, stab, and chop from Purge soaked your clothes and caked your face. But it was as if a dark ritual had taken place, as their blood only seemed to empower each and every one of your attacks. Before long, it was too late for House Frey and House Bolton. Walder Frey and Roose Bolton were bleeding at the Northmen’s feet, and any reinforcements called were immediately subdued and taken into custody.

As far as you were concerned, the only Frey left in the hall was Roslin—but whether she and the rest of her sisters would keep their heads after their surviving brothers would soon lose theirs didn’t really matter to you.

“I’m alive,” Robb began while cupping your cheek, “because of you. The North survived because of you. How can I ever repay you?”

You held his hand. “I didn’t save you for your gratitude, Robb. I didn’t save you so that you could repay me with titles, money, or lands. I saved you because it was my duty. I saved you because I swore to that night Joffery called for your father’s head, and we named you ‘King of the North.’ I saved you because I…”

Robb titled his head. “Because you what?”

“Don’t make me say it,” you whispered.

“Because you love me?” he softly asked. Pressing his forehead to yours, he continued. “Because I do…you know I do.”

You shook your head. “No, Robb – please. Please don’t do this to me. Don’t say things you don’t mean to make me look less foolish.”

You tried to move back and away from the man you’ve longed after for as long as you could remember. But Robb took your hands and pressed them close to his chest as he implored you to remain by his side.

“That night, after they named me ‘King of the North.’ Do you remember? We were in my tent. I told you I wanted to be alone, but you refused to leave me. I cried and lashed like a screaming child, but you never left.”

This was getting too far. This wasn’t why you came here. “Robb, you need to listen to me–”

But Robb didn’t stop talking. “You just stood there – taking it until you finally took me in your arms and held me. You didn’t say a word; you just let me cry out my pain. Like that time when we captured the Kingslayer, you held my hand when I kneeled in front of the Whispering Wood to mourn the men I lost. You didn’t speak of how brilliant I was or how the lives lost were for a good cause; you let me be me and mourn.”

“Robb–”

“That’s when I knew I loved you – that I’ve always loved you. And then, when we kissed–”

“I’m leaving,” you blurted out, “to Maidenpool tomorrow morning.”

The silence between you two seemed to echo louder than any wind that howled during the fiercest storms. Shock was the first thing on Robb’s face before complete and utter horror took over.

You may have spoken too quickly. “Well, no…technically, I and…a few other riders will be headed to Maidenpool tomorrow morning. We need to prepare a ship for your voyage to Dragonstone.”

“…What?” His voice sounded so broken that you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

You combed your fingers through the stray hairs in front of your face. Then, you took a deep breath to prepare for the little speech you had prepared for this moment. This was the plan you and all lords agreed on. It was a good plan, and it was going to work. That’s all you needed to believe to convince Robb.

“Stannis is the realm’s best chance for peace. Perhaps he’s too stubborn but needs more people on his council. Your lords and I decided it was best if you traveled to Dragonstone to try and convince him to become allies with us. But you still need a few more days to recover. So, by the time you arrive at the docks, the ship will be ready. That’s why I – we’re traveling to Maidenpool… to travel to Dragonstone.”

“And after?” Robb breathily asked. His grip on you tightened in desperate hopes of keeping you close. “After we speak with Stannis, we’ll come back? You and me—we’re coming back together?”

You looked away. “You’ll be coming back…along with everyone else. But I…I won’t be coming with you.”

“But I…I won’t be coming with you.”

Robb dropped his hands as if you burned him. You were lying. You had to be – you weren’t genuinely thinking about…about leaving him.

“No,” he panted with terrified eyes. “No, no, no, please.”

You cupped his face. “Robb, please understand–”

“What’s there to understand?!” he cried out. “I love you! And you love me – and yet you’re leaving me! Why?”

“You don’t love me,” you countered. “You’re only saying you love me because you’re angry and hurt by Talisa–”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about that whore,” he spat out.

You rolled your eyes. “Robb, please. You married her. You took her as your wife and nearly ruined the North because of that choice. Of course, you loved her. And, understandably, you’re lashing out because she betrayed you. But don’t lie to me and say you didn’t love her.”

“(Y/N), love,” he beseechingly thought, “you have no idea how wrong you are.”

Robb snarled like the wolf he was at your words. “I married her because I thought she was carrying my child, and I didn’t want my future heir to be a bastard.”

“Even so, that doesn’t explain why–”

You were going to hate him for what he was about to say. “Because you refused me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his shameful reveal. Robb never felt more rueful and penitent of his naivety than now. The last thing he wanted was your disgust and hatred, but he needed you to understand how long he’s loved you. He needed you to realize that you were always the one who held his heart and sanity – without you, he was nothing, as was proven by the Freys and Boltons’ betrayal.

“Robb, I…I don’t – I don’t understand,” you stammered. Your eyes showed that your mind was running amok with questions and a desperate need for clarification. “Wha-…what are you talking about?”

Robb took a deep breath and tried to swallow the lump lodged in his throat.

“That night when my bannermen named me ‘King,’ you followed me to my tent. I kept lashing at you like an angry child, but you never left my side. And then…we kissed, and it led to more. The following day, I wanted to find you – to declare my love for you fully. But every time I got near you…you turned away like I was poison. That’s why I turned to Talisa…to try to forget about you.”

Your eyes widened in horror as your chest moved up and down with shaky breaths. “You broke your vows with Walder Frey…was because of me? You bedded and married Talisa because of me? …I hurt you… a-a-and–” You let out a trembling sob. “–Oh gods, this is all my fault! I-i-if I hadn’t confused you that night–”

Robb could feel you slipping away and continued to try to tether you to him.

“No, my love,” he cooed. “You never confused me. You’re not listening to me. I’ve always loved you, even before that night.”

Robb tried to hold you close, but you harshly shoved him back and stood. He watched as tears continued to fill your eyes, and your face carried an expression that could only be described as overwhelming guilt. Robb flung the covers off him and tried to walk towards you, but each step he took closer to you made you step further back.

You stared at him with a shameful expression. “Robb, I…I was wrong to let things escalate between us. You had just been declared king and were grieving for your father, and I took advantage of your grief and vulnerability–”

Robb tenderly held your face. “No, no, no—you didn’t, though. (Y/N) That night…you gave me your love. You didn’t say it, but you gave me your love, and I gave you mine. I never regretted that night or laying with you. How you spurned my attempts to connect with you afterward—that was what hurt me the most.”

“Robb…” you sobbed his name as tears strolled down your cheeks. “I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted…I thought if I weren’t beside you…I’d also be protecting you from distractions from the war and your duty to the Freys – oh gods, I’m so sorry.”

You put your hand over your face. “Robb, if that night never happened…if I never followed you to your tent then…then, we wouldn’t be in this mess! All of this is my fault! Talisa, the Lannisters, the broken vow with Walder Frey – the North is more vulnerable than ever, and it’s because of me! …I mutilated a pregnant woman and murdered her unborn child.”

Robb helplessly watched as you continued to blame yourself for his foolishness. Knowing you would want your privacy, he sent Grey Wind away to guard his tent. Gods, his father would be so ashamed of him if he saw him now. He watched as you fell to the ground and began to weep out apologies to every soldier who was murdered by the Boltons and Freys at the Red Wedding.

…Lucas Blackwood…Dacey Mormont…Patrek Mallister…Robin Flint…Ser Wendel Manderly…Owen Norrey…And over three hundred other men and soldiers whose blood were spilled that night.

You even begged for forgiveness from the old gods and new ones, for the blood that belonged to Joy Marband that will forever remain on your hands, along with the stolen breaths of her unborn son.

But then the tears stopped…and an eerie calm cloaked the tent. Your eyes were red and swollen, but a spark of mad clarity was dancing in them. Very slowly, you stood with your head still bowed.

“I have to leave,” you whispered. “I have to leave and never come back. If I stay, I’ll only continue to ruin you and our cause more than I already have.”

You turned away to leave, but Robb reached out to stop you before you could take another step. He begged you to look at him, pleading for you to listen to reason before making any rash decisions. When you stubbornly refused, he grabbed your jaw and forcefully turned your head to face him. His crystal-blue eyes were wide with fear and misty from anguish. He had to make you understand that your leaving was not an option.

“(Y/N), look at me—please, love,” Robb implored. " If you leave me, I will never recover. If you dare leave my side, I will tear all of Westeros apart—leaving no stone unturned, no cave unsearched, no village left unplundered. We belong together. You and me – ruling the North, side-by-side in Winterfell. Us, together, spending every night in each other’s arms, with each morning beginning by being greeted by our children.”

He pulled your face closer until your lips were only a few inches away, and your individual breaths intermingled to become one. You want that life with him—just as he wants that life with you. So why can’t you embrace it and share it with him?

You shut your gaze from him and tried to choke down the pain. “It doesn’t matter what either of us wants. All that matters right now is what we need. What matters is how we can gather ourselves from these losses and try to form allies. And if me being here distracts you from that, then…then I need to leave.”

Robb determinedly shakes his head. “No, no – I don’t accept that.”

“Robb–” you tried to reason, but all of your pleas were cut off when he pressed his lips against yours.

And just like that – all words floated away like debris falling into a steady river.

A warm and tingling sensation ran down (Y/N)’s body as their lips met, and she closed her eyes to fully succumb to the sensation. She knew that she should have pushed him away immediately. But as Robb continued to hold her face gently to deepen the kiss, all sense of reason fled from (Y/N)’s mind when his lips moved against hers with gentle and firm urgency. In that moment, nothing mattered – not the messy past, the unstable present, or the uncertain future. At that moment, (Y/N) felt completely free of all worries and fears as Robb’s hands began to trail down to wrap his arms around her waist to hold her closer while (Y/N) wrapped her arms over his neck.

Despite the constriction of their lungs, neither wanted to part. If they could die in this embrace, then so be it. (Y/N) felt every hard, warm muscle of Robb’s body pressed against hers as they began to walk back until the back of his knees hit his cot’s edge. They tumbled onto the cot, and the fall caused Robb to fall on his back with (Y/N)’s soft and supple frame to press further against him. He slightly winced in pain, which caused the two lovers to finally part. As (Y/N) stared down at her king with a concerned expression, Robb thought an angel was with him.

He stared at her flushed cheeks and lust-glazed eyes with naked longing. Her (h/c) strands tumbled to form a curtain hiding their faces. Staring at the mythic beauty over him, Robb knew he wanted this with (Y/N) forever. Meanwhile, (Y/N) gently swept his curls from his face before trailing her hands down his bandaged chest to search if any wounds had been opened.

“Do you need me to stop?” she asked, her heart beating a hundred miles a minute. “You’re still healing, it might be best if we–”

“If you even think of finishing that sentence with ‘stop,’” Robb interjected. “I’ll bind your hands and take you from behind over and over until the only word you can say is my name – just to show you and everyone else that I could be dying from a cut-off leg if it means I can have you.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and giggled. “You’re so dramatic sometimes. I just don’t want you bleeding out and dying before I finish.”

Robb sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and forced her to straddle him. The sudden realization that Robb had been naked this entire time had somehow escaped (Y/N)’s attention as she felt the evidence of his heavily growing arousal against her body. His lips hovered as his warm breath hit her skin, and his low-timber voice whispered into her ear.

“At least you know where this night will take us,” he huskily growled. “Because I don’t plan on stopping until your womb is so full of my seed – it leaks from your cunt.”

He lowered his hands to grasp her hips before trailing them down to sink his hands over her ass. Showing his canines with a lecherous grin, Robb teasingly ground his hips against hers. He rubbed his hardening manhood against her warm core and reveled in the gasps and whimpers escaping her plumped lips. (Y/N) threw her head back as she could no longer hold back her cries of ecstasy. Taking full advantage of her exposed neck, Robb latched his lips just under her and traced the column of her neck with his soft, hot lips. The feeling of his lips combined with the scruff of his beard against her skin was nothing less than euphoric.

“Oh, Robb,” she breathily panted as their bodies rocked together in sync. “Gods, don’t stop!”

Her hands roamed until her fingers fisted around his dark copper curls. (Y/N) felt her lower body clench when he bit on a pulse point before giving languid strokes of his tongue on it. The contrast between his hot, wet tongue and the chill of his breath when he blew on it gave her goosebumps. (Y/N) softly pushed him back as she longingly gazed into his sapphire-ice pools with her (e/c) eyes and twirled one of his russet curls with her finger. Robb leaned forward and pressed a small peck on her lips as an overwhelming feeling of love encompassed him at her smile.

“I love you,” he sighed out, “do you know that? I love you, (Y/N). I love you so much.”

(Y/N) wanted so desperately to say it back, but the words failed. Seeing how much his love struggled, Robb cupped her cheek and reveled in her warmth as she nuzzled into his palm.

“You don’t have to say now,” he reassured her. “I just—I just want you to know that. Promise me no matter what, you know that.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I promise,” she said with a trembling voice. “I…I want it to say back. But I just…with everything that’s happened—I can’t help but feel like…if Red Wedding wasn’t going to be the thing that causes us to lose this war, I’m so scared of what will.”

Robb pressed a soft kiss to (Y/N)’s temple. “Don’t be scared. I know we’ll make it. We will win this war and take King’s Landing from the Lannisters. And when we do, Sansa will finally be free, and we can all return home.”

“To where you’ll rule the North as King in Winterfell,” (Y/N) mused in a wistful tone. “It feels like a sin to even dream of it now.”

Robb stroked his thumb over her cheek. “It’ll be your home, too.”

(Y/N) gave her beautiful king a genuine but sad smile. “I don’t want to talk about the future right now.”

Robb’s brow furrowed at her foreboding words. “What do you want to talk about?”

When (Y/N) pulled away and stepped off his lap, Robb was prepared to chase her through the camp naked if she dared run away while he was in this state. But she just stepped to the center of the space before removing her boots, followed by her stripping the dark leather breeches slowly down until the bare skin of her legs was revealed. She then lifted her tunic over her head along with her chest binder.

Robb was so painfully hard just from looking at her. He cursed himself for thinking he could ever be happy with Talisa, knowing that perfection was standing before him in his tent. His eyes drank in the sight of (Y/N)’s naked body as if looking away would kill him. He took it all in, from every scar that faded to a pale sliver to every beauty mark unique to her. He wondered if she truly knew how beautiful she was…if she understood how much she had completely and utterly bewitched his soul just with her presence. He wondered if she knew how much he wanted to kneel at her feet so that he could beg for her permission to let him worship her for the rest of his life.

(Y/N) began to walk toward him, and it felt as if the world around them was fading into incoherence, and only the two of them were left. When she finally reached him, she took his hand and placed it over her heart. She wanted him to feel it racing from his touch, from his gaze. Then, she lowered herself until her eyes leveled with his as she sat on the cot’s blankets. With her hands, she cupped his face and poured all her love for her king from her eyes.

“I’m tired,” she sighed. “I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this…of pretending I don’t want you. But most of all…I’m so tired of pretending that I…that I don’t love you.”

It felt like an enormous weight had been lifted off her shoulders as (Y/N) finally confessed her love for her king, Robb Stark. The man she marched with from Winterfell when Joffery first imprisoned his father. The man whom she fought beside and watched mourn for every good man who fell fighting for him. The man she’s loved since before she knew what love meant.

(Y/N) let out a heavy sob. “Because I do, Robb. I do love you. Gods, I love you so much – not just as a soldier loves their king, but as a woman who loves a man.”

Robb hadn’t realized he was crying until (Y/N) wiped a tear with her thumb. He took his hand from her chest and pulled her face towards him until their lips met again. Wet laughter mixed with tears and kisses made for a strange sight for an outsider, but it was a moment filled with more love and happiness than these two dared to hope. The way their bodies moved and swayed before (Y/N) fell on her back underneath Robb Stark as he hovered above her looked more akin to an awkward entanglement of limbs than an impassioned embrace. But for the two lovers, kissing each other seemed as easy as breathing and soothing like a gently falling summer snow. (Y/N) marveled at how easy it was to kiss Robb. It almost felt organic, with how naturally drunk they became by the taste of the other.

Soon, the kiss became more heated as (Y/N) and Robb grew more hungry to explore more of each other’s bodies. The more heated Robb kissed her, the more eager (Y/N)’s hands grew to explore his strong, muscular body. Her hands caressed his warm skin, and her fingers softly traced the scars that made him all the more desirable. His lips trailed to her chin and traveled down her neck until he had just reached the tops of her breasts. Grinning at how hard she was breathing, he took one breast in his hand and twisted her nipple. A needy cry left her lips at his harsh tugging before turning into a high-pitched whine when he bit the other.

Pleasure coursed through (Y/N)’s body like blue-hot lightning as her back arched into his body, and her entire frame felt paralyzed from it. She felt her core leaking from arousal as Robb’s hard, throbbing member was pressed against her stomach. Deciding that if he waited any longer, then he would likely burst, Robb used one hand to roam down (Y/N)’s body until he settled in the special place between her legs. He then took the other breast and tugged its nipple between his teeth before using his other hand to tug and twist the one previously in his mouth. Meanwhile, (Y/N)’s mind was so clouded in lust that she could not feel Robb stroking her clit with one finger before sinking two fingers inside her walls.

“Fuck…your walls are so tight on my fingers,” he huskily groaned as (Y/N) wept in ecstasy. “Such a wicked girl…avoiding your king and keeping this sweet cunt away from me. Every time I laid with that whore, I had to fight the urge to call out your name when I spilled into her. But you won’t do that anymore, will you? You know better to run now, right?”

“I-I-I won’t run! I’m yours, Robb! I only belong to you!” She stammered as Robb began to rub tight circles with his now-soaked fingers on her clit. She thrashed against the covers, fisting the furs on his bed to somehow anchor her. Her core tightened, and no matter how much she wanted to close her legs, his hips prevented her from doing so. As a result, (Y/N) had to take it and continue drowning in the pleasure that was Robb Stark’s love.

“Good girl,” Robb darkly chuckled as he straightened his back and placed his hands on the back of her thighs to spread them wide. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed its leaking tip against her folds. “Are you ready for me to take you? Are you ready to know how a wolf breeds his mate?”

(Y/N) quickly nodded. She couldn’t take the waiting any longer. “Please, Robb,” she begged. “Please take me—make me yours!”

With a single thrust, Robb plunged his entire length inside until he bottomed out, and the tip of his manhood kissed the entrance of her womb. The stretch of his thick, hard member against her walls gave the most delicious burn that made (Y/N) peak from the feeling of how deep he was inside her. Meanwhile, Robb’s face snarled at how warm and tight (Y/N)’s cunt felt around him. As her walls tightly clamped down on his length, he bit inside his cheek so hard that the coppery taste of blood coated his tongue to prevent him from erupting right then and there. His hand traveled to her hair and sharply tugged it back so that he could roughly kiss her. His blood only further aroused (Y/N)’s lust for the man inside her as she considered it another sign that she had tasted more of her king and another piece was inside her. Emboldened by this action, she wrapped her tights around his hips to further mold their bodies as one.

The way (Y/N)’s body was pressed against his inflamed Robb’s ardor as he pulled out until only the tip was still inside before roughly thrusting himself in fully. Each time he pulled out and pushed back in, she gave him a symphony of cries and begging that could be heard throughout the camp. The slapping of their skin from each thrust inside of (Y/N) made him grip her hips so tightly that she could already feel the bruises forming on her skin as a steady pace had been reached.

Sweat built on both the lovers’ bodies as (Y/N) began to dig her nails into Robb’s skin and claw long scratches down his back. The twinge of pain only made the young king want to sink deeper and deeper into her until they became one inseparable being. Robb tried to remind himself to go slower to avoid harm (Y/N), but one look in her eyes told him there was no need to hold back.

“Take me,” her eyes begged. “Make me completely yours from this day until my last days.”

Upon her request, it felt as if a dormant beast had taken over Robb, as all he could think about was how much he wanted to take her faster, harder, and rougher – until the only word she could say was his name. As he set off at a new pace, (Y/N)’s eyes rolled back as she began to babble out incoherent cries and moans. It felt like there was no part of her mind, body, and soul that wasn’t wholly drowning from waves of pleasure crashing into her.

She was sure the following day, she would do everything in her power to avoid everyone’s eyes, as they all likely heard her moaning for their king like a common whore. But for now, at this moment, she wanted to only exist for Robb and continue drowning in his love.

Soon, it wasn’t long before the familiar feeling of a knot tightening inside her began to coil more tautly as Robb continued to lavish her in his adoration. (Y/N) could feel her pleasure climbing higher and higher until the knot grew so tight that it snapped. It felt as if a dam had burst, and a heavy flood of pleasure crashed into every muscle of her body. The release had made her feel as if her body had reached new heights of pleasure so immense that it became almost painful as tears started to roll down her cheeks. (Y/N)’s eyes shot wide, and she opened her mouth as her back arched into him, but no sound was made. There was nothing that could adequately convey the

Feeling (Y/N) release on his cock, Robb growled as he felt the last vestiges of his sanity snap and lost all composure. He began to increase his pace until his thrusts became rough and frantic to chase his end. He pushed her thighs until they were pressed against her chest before wildly thrusting deeper inside her walls to feel more of her heat. He was able to fuck into her once, thrice, ten more times before his body went taut, and he spilled his seed into (Y/N)’s womb. Her soaked, vice walls gripped around him and tried to milk all of him in desperate want to carry his child.

As Robb felt the last of his cum leave him, a wave of exhaustion crashed into him, and his arms were no longer able to prevent his body from falling atop (Y/N). Panting for air and resting his head in the crook of her neck, Robb turned to rest on his side while making sure her body was still connected to his. His touch became soothing and gentle as he whispered his dreams and hopes for a child with her hair and his eyes to be borne from this night. She tiredly giggles as he delicately kisses her cheeks, nose, temple, and brow while he talks.

He wanted to weep tears of joy. He felt almost…blessed. After aimlessly wandering in a barren wasteland with no clear end, Robb felt as close to peace as the first time he shared a bed with (Y/N). Robb wraps his arms around her frame and brings furs to cover them as a chilling breeze enters the tent, and (Y/N) shivers from the chill. He tightens his embrace as sleep takes over him.

He whispers in her ear, “I love you, (Y/N). We will be so happy together. I know we will.”

She slightly hesitates before replying. “I am yours, Robb. I swear this to you.”

Her king was so lost in his bliss that he didn’t notice the sadness in her eyes and the tremble in her voice.

A gentle stream of light stirred Robb awake. He stretched his arms and blearily rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Based on how loud it was outside his tent, it was late in the day. He reached out to hold you once more…when he felt your side of his bed feel cold. Immediately alarmed, Robb shot up and looked around his surroundings.

There was no sign of you anywhere.

Your clothes…your bag…your sword…even your bloody scent was gone!

Robb shot out of bed and hastily dressed himself in only his breeches and doublet to begin searching for you. But just as he was about to leave after putting on his boots, a small scroll had been placed in the middle of his desk. He dashed over and quickly opened it. The instant relief from recognizing your handwriting cruelly died as he read over your words, and he could feel his heart breaking.

Every word I said last night holds true – from this day to my last day. I am yours, Robb Stark. But you cannot be mine.

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Kinktober Day 2 : Chase/Hunt (Robb Stark x Reader)

The deal you struck was simple. Information that would save Robb Stark (and many others) in exchange for you leaving and never returning. Why this mysterious figure wanted you gone, you did not know, but if that was the only term to save the people you cared most about, it was a deal you were willing to make. It was not, as it turns out, a deal Robb Stark was willing to make. You have seen him mad countless times, a side effect of the war, but nothing quite prepared you for the dark reaction he had when you tried to leave.

WARNINGS: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. TRIGGER WARNINGS. I WRITE DARK CONTENT READ AT OWN DISCRETION. This contains heavy non con / dub con. M/F. Female reader. Dark!Robb Stark (I guess more like Soft!dark!Robb Stark).

As soon as you heard about the plans for the red wedding, you sprung into action. With the few lords that opted not to attend the wedding, you were able to amass a force of five thousand men to storm the wedding with. You got there as soon as you could, but for some it wasnt soon enough. Robb Stark was alive, but had taken an arrow to the shoulder. His wife, Talisa, was not so lucky. The moment they realized their plan was ruined, the Frey’s slit her throat, and attempted to do the same to Lady Caitlin. Thankfully, the men were able to save her. All together, they lost a hundred and thirty seven in the battle that followed, one hundred and thirty eight including Talisa.

Robb laid on a cott in the healers tent, his wound cleaned and bandaged. Despite the victory, no one was celebrating. They had willingly, and blindly, walked into a trap, one they would have never known about if it weren't for the mysterious stranger wanting to make a deal. A deal with a price, that the few lords who knew about it, were sure Robb Stark wasn't going to be willing to pay. You were close with Robb, you had known him for years, as you were a ward of Ned Stark, but growing up, you had always been at odds with each other. You hadn’t grown close until the war, and while you knew it would hurt him to lose another person, you also knew you didn't have a choice.

The mysterious figure had wanted you to leave straight away, but you had needed to verify his information first, and get Robb to safety. Now that he was safe, your travel bag was packed and you were prepared to leave. You were just waiting on him to wake up, so you could tell him yourself, as he deserved at least that much. So there you sat, next to his cot, waiting for him to wake up so you could give him the news, a hard lump in your throat. He hadn't woken since he passed out from loss of blood. You weren't even sure that he knew Talisa was dead.

“y/n” The small murmur of your name snapped you from your thoughts, and you looked over at Robb. He slowly sat up, wincing in pain as he did. You placed a hand on his uninjured shoulder, silently encouraging him to lay back down, and he did.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, your voice soft and low.

“Like I got shot with an arrow” his voice was blunt, and your eyes narrowed slightly.

“You know that is not what I meant.” You snipped. He seemed to flinch at the words causing you to sigh. “Sorry” your voice was a whisper.

“Where is my mother?” He asked.

“She went to rest. I'll go grab her.” You went to stand, but his arm reached out and grabbed yours, stopping you from standing.

“No.” He said and you nodded, sitting down.

“Look, Robb, I'm sorry. I tried to get there sooner but-” you started, not looking him in the eyes, but he cut you off.

“Don't. You did what you could. You saved me. And my men. But how did you know?” He asked.

“I-” It was in that moment you realized you couldn't bring yourself to tell him the truth, he had already lost so much, you didn't want to add yourself to that list “I-we had spies around the keep, they let us know.” As you spoke, your eyes met his, never breaking eye contact as you spoke the lies. Robb sighed, you always looked him directly in the eyes when you lied.

“How many casualties?” He asked.

“137 soldiers. 138 including..”

“Talisa,” Robb said, his voice solemn.

“Robb I-”

“Don't.” He said again. You went to stand, but the grip he had on your hand tightened almost painfully.

“Robb let go. “ You said, not looking at him.

“No,” he replied. You sighed exasperatedly, sitting back down.

“I didn't love her.” You froze at his words.

“Robb, you married her. You almost caused the death of you and three thousand men because you married your. Of course you loved her.” You said, anger showing in your voice.

“No. I didn't.” He seemed sad saying it.

“Robb-”

“I couldn't love her. I thought I did. But I didn't. Couldn't.” He said. His brows furrowing.

“You married her.” You repeated, your voice firm.

“But I loved you. I tried to deny it. I tried to convince myself I loved her. But I didn't. It was you. It has always been you.” You froze at the words, trying your best to keep your voice and breath even.

“Robb-”

“Look at me”.

“Robb let me go.”

“Look at me” his voice was low and hard. You slowly looked over at him. There was a dark look in his eyes. And something else. He slowly sat up. Wincing in pain once he reached the sitting position. He pulled your arm forward. You tried to stop it, but even injured, he was stronger than you. You glared as he pulled you until you sat on the edge of the bed, near his legs.

“Robb you are being ridicu-”

“Shut up.” You glared at him. He lifted his right arm, wincing at the pain.

“Robb “ but he ignored you, raising his right hand to cup your face, looking you in your eyes. His left hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you forward as he bent his head down, kissing you. You froze, your mind buzzing. It felt so good. So right. you felt yourself kissing him back. But it was wrong. No matter how right it felt. He just lost his wife. He had married someone else. It didn't matter how many times he said he loved you. It wasn't right. So you pulled away.

“Don't you dare run.” His words made you freeze. How did he know? “you always do. Anytime I stopped being mean when we were you get, and showed you how I really felt, you ran. And we went right back to fighting. But I'm no fool. I know you feel the same.” His voice was hard and his eyes dark.

“Robb-” there was a warning tone in your voice.

“You can't deny it. I've known since my father died.” Robb said.

“That meant nothing. We were both in pain and needed comfort. “ You said, shooting him a glare.

“Bullshit.” Rob said, a small smirk on his lips.

“Stop. It doesn't matter. Your wife just died, Robb. Whatever pent up feelings you have for me need to stay pent up.” you said. Robb sighed, the thumb on your cheek starting to rub circles there. You were right, and he knew it.

“One month. That's all I'm giving it. I almost died, Y/N. And in that moment all I could think of was you. I am not risking it again. I want you. “ he all but growled out the words, his eyes never leaving yours. You gave a small nod. A month was more than you needed, you would be gone within the night.

“Your Mother wanted to know when you were awake.” You said, standing from the bed quicker than he could stop. You quickly left the tent, causing a small smile on his face. He would let you run. For now.

Robb stood at the head of the war table, looking at the countless pieces that gave him an idea of where they stood in the war. He was injured and he was tired, but more than that, he was pissed. The Freys couldn’t have pulled that off by themselves. No. They had help. But the question was, who?

“We need to figure out who it was that Y/N made a deal with, they knew about the attacks, so they must know who set it up.” Robb froze at the words, his dark gaze landing on the lord that just spoke.

“What deal?” The words from Robb were low, almost growled out, and shocked the men in the room.

“I - We thought you knew. She told us, we assumed she told you as well.” Another said.

“Told me WHAT?” Robb shouted the last word, his anger evident.

“A figure approached her the day of the wedding, not long after you left. They struck a deal with her. Information that could save you in exchange for…” one lord began, trailing off as Robb’s face darkened with anger.

“In exchange for what?” Robb’s voice was low, filled with a deadly calm.

“In exchange for her to leave, and never return.” Robb wasn’t sure who spoke the words, he was just acutely aware of the pain that filled his chest, especially as his mother entered the tent alone, despite being sent to fetch the woman in question. The look on her face told him all he needed to know, without any words being spoken.

“She’s gone?” His question was the only noise to fill the tent, and Caitlin gave a solemn nod in return.

“Her travel pack and horse are gone as well.” She confirmed. The tent was still as they watched Robb process the information, non daring to speak or move unitl he did.

“Find. Her.” The orders were spoken so lowly that the men weren’t sure they heard him at first. When no one moved, Robb looked up from the war table with rage in his eyes.

“Take every man, every dog, and every horse. Find her. NOW.” The last word was screamed, and the lords around him shot to their feet, each running from the tent barking orders to the unsuspecting soldiers outside.

“She struck a deal, Robb, you can’t force her to stay.” Caitlin said sadly. Robb leveled her with a cold glare.

“Watch me.”

Within an hour a force of two thousand men descended on the surrounding plains and woods, all in search for one woman. As the sun was setting, Robb assured the men they wouldn’t stop until you were found, no matter how late it got. Torch light filled the night as the search went on, the men ordered to leave no stone unturned. Robb sat on horseback, slowly following grey wind as the firewood searched for her scent through the area.

The further they got from the camp, the more Robb worried that they would not find you. Hours had passed without sign of you, even greywind seeming to have trouble finding your scent. Robb knew you would be smart enough to cover your tracks, but didn’t think you would be good enough to fool a dire wolf. Just as he began to give up hope, greywind let out a yip of excitement, signaling he found your scent. Robb kicked his horse into a canter, following his wolf as he took off in a run.

The horse surged forward through the woods, following the wolf as it tracked your scent. Within minutes, Robb was able to catch a glimpse of you. You sat atop your horse, weaving between the trees. Upon hearing Greywinds excited howl, your head turned back. Even with the distance between you, you could feel Robb’s gaze burn into yours. You held his gaze for a moment before turning forward, ushering your horse to go faster.

It was a useless effort. No horse was fast enough to outrun a dire wolf. Within seconds you were overrun, grey wind nipping at your horses legs. Your horse spooked, rearing back and sending you toppling from the saddle. You hit the ground hard, your shoulder slamming into the ground harshly, earning a groan from you. You heard robb scream your name as he pulled his horse to a stop near you, dismounting swiftly. He ran up to you as you stood, grabbing you by the arm and checking you over for injuries.

“Get off me.” You grunted out with a huff, attempting to free yourself from his grip. Once he was sure you weren't seriously injured, his gaze shifted from worried to angry, his grip on your arms tightening to prevent your escape.

“Why?” His question was spoken low, restraint clear in his voice. You swallowed hard as you looked him in the eyes. His anger was evident.

“By now, you know why.” You responded, earning a harsh glare from him.

“I asked you how you knew, and you lied to me.”

“I-“ you sighed, trying to find the right words. You had been hoping to avoid this confrontation. “You lost so much, Robb. You needed time to process. I didn’t want to add another thing to your plate.” Robb rolled his eyes at your response, releasing your arms. He began to pace, clearly trying to control his anger.

“And you just disappearing into the night was supposed to help that?” As he spoke his voice got louder, borderline yelling by the time he finished his question.

“It was the easiest option.” You responded quietly.

“Easiest for YOU!” He yelled, and you flinched back from him slightly. “I poured my heart out. I told you I LOVED you. And you LEFT.”

“Your wife just DIED, Robb. You don’t love me, you are just hurting and-“ you began, but he turned to you with a dark look in his eyes.

“DO NOT TELL ME HOW I FEEL!” Any sense of calm was gone now, just leaving anger and pain in its place. You swallowed hard before looking away from him.

“It doesn’t matter, I have to go.” You whispered. “I made a deal-“

“With who?” His voice was hard as he asked the question.

“I- I don’t know. He wouldn’t say.” You admitted. Robb ran a hand through his hair.

“Return to camp-“ he began but you cut him off.

“I struck a deal, Robb, I have to hold my end.” You argued.

“You do not even know who you struck a deal with, you can’t expect me to accept that.” Robb argued.

“I know whoever it is, is powerful enough to know about a plot to kill you. That takes a lot of power, Robb. The risk of backing out-“

“Is something I am willing to take.” Robb interrupted you, his tone letting you know the decision was final.

“That’s not your choice to make.” You argued back.

“Like hells it’s not! You are not leaving me. I have already hunted you once, and I’ll never stop.” Robb growled, grabbing your arms to stop you from backing away from him.

“You didn’t hunt me, Greywind did. Without him, you would not have found me. You are nothing without your Dire Wolf.” You chose those words knowing they would anger him, hoping to get him to let you go. Instead, his grip on your arms turned bruising, as a dark look harsher than any you’d seen before came over his face. He glared at you silently for a moment before speaking.

“Greywind, go.” The dire wolf had been pacing nearby. He looked at Robb, before taking off back towards camp. Somehow, watching the massive beast leave made you feel even more uneasy. Your eyes trailed the wolf until Robb’s hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“You will learn that I do not let go of what is mine.” The words spoken sounded more like a threat than a promise.

“Robb-“ you began, but his grip tightening silenced you.

“The ridge, right there. Do you see it?” He asked, letting you glance behind you. There was a small hill, at the ridge was another patch of woods. You nodded in response. “That’s your head start. The second you reach that ridge, I will come for you.”

“What-?” Your mind was racing with questions, but he wasn’t giving you the chance to ask any.

“You say I can not hunt you. Prove me wrong. You get until that ridge, and then I come for you. No horse, no dire wolf. If you get away, after tonight I won’t come for you again.” Your eyes glanced between the ridge and the man in front of you.

“And if i don’t?” Your voice was a whisper as you spoke the question.

“If I catch you, I claim you.” His words made you uneasy, a tight feeling filling your chest.

“What do you mean?”

“I am going to hunt you down. Then I am going to pin you to the forest floor and take you, until I am the only thing you can think of. And then when I am done, I am going to drag you back to camp and keep you in my tent until you admit where you belong. And then, I will marry you.” The more he spoke, the more fear filled you.

“Robb-“

“Run.” He interrupted you.

“Robb I don’t-“ you tried again.

“Run, or I take you here and now”

And so here you were, running through the woods, the wolf of the north himself hunting you. No horse, no dire wolf, just the young king. And he was pissed. More so, he was determined. He kept his word, giving you until the ridge, but the second you cleared it, he was after you. You ran through the woods blindly, dodging low hanging branches and rocks, just trying to move as quickly as possible. You expected him to be mad, and for some resistance, but you didn’t expect to be hunted down and claimed.

So much was on the line, and fear gripped at you as you ran. You still weren’t sure who you made a deal with, but you knew they were powerful. Double crossing someone like that had consequences, even if the double crossing isn’t your choice. Currently, your options were simple. Run and get away, or end up chained to Robb starks bed. Gods, you never saw this coming.

You could hear him behind you, the quiet sounds of him moving through the forest steadily getting closer. No matter how hard you pushed yourself, you couldn’t seem to get away, the sound of him behind you almost taunting. You let out a yelp as you missed dodging a branch, the cold wood slicing your cheek. The sting momentarily shocked you, distracting you from the terrain infront of you, and you missed the steep drop in terrain. You feel with a yell, rolling down the steep hill.

Your body crashed into a tree at the bottom, stopping your movement. You groaned as you rolled over, pushing yourself to stand. The area around you had gone quiet, all sounds of Robb gone. The silence put you on edge, the hairs on your neck rising. Your entire body ached as you glanced around, before starting to move again. You made your way through the woods cautiously this time, trying to remain as quiet as possible. There was no chance Robb lost you because of a hill. No, he was still following you, you just didn’t know where.

As you moved, you heard the snap of a branch to your left. You momentarily froze, before taking off in a full sprint. You heard Robb curse behind you, before giving chase once more. Injured from the fall from the horse and down the hill, you were slower than usual. He caught you within seconds, tackling you to the ground as he did. Your bodies rolled a few times before he landed on top of you, pinning you beneath him, face down in the dirt. You struggled wildly, trying desperately to get away from him.

“Let me go. ROBB! Hells, let me go!” You demanded angrily, trying to get free.

“You lie to me, and then you run. You act like an animal, and I will take you like an animal.” Robb growled in your ear while he held you down, his hands deftly working on removing the laces to your trousers. You let out a scream of frustration as he succeeded in pulling your trousers down your leg.

“Robb! Stop this!” You yell desperately as you manage to pull free of his grip, just as he rips your trousers completely from your body. You frantically crawl away from him, but his hand grips your ankle before dragging your body back under his.

“You are mine, and you will learn your place.” He growled into your ear, before entering you in one swift truest. You screamed into the night, both in shock and in pain. You weren’t sure when he undid or lowered his trousers, so you weren’t expecting the sudden intrusion. Robb’s hand held your hip in a bruising grip, holding you still as he was inside you. His body was hunched over yours, his breath hot on your neck, as your hands and knees dug into the cool ground below you.

“Seven hells.” He groaned in your ear. Despite the resistance, you were warm and wet, your body welcoming him in even if your mind didn’t want it. He held still inside you for a moment, relishing in the feel of you wrapped around him. His free hand found its way up your blouse, wrapping around one of your breasts as he slowly withdrew himself, before slamming back in with a powerful thrust, earning a yelp from you as your body swayed beneath his. He repeated the movement several times, relishing in both the feel of you and in the sounds you made.

“No idea how good you feel.” He groaned into your ear. “How good you sound.”

“Robb, please-“ you began, stopping when he thrust into you more roughly than before.

“You sound so fucking good when you beg.” He moaned as you squirmed beneath him in an attempt to get free.

“P-Please.” You begged, your entire body feeling like it was on fire. Wether it was from pain or pleasure, you couldn’t tell.

“Please what?” His voice was a breathy whisper in your ear. When you didn’t respond right away, your brain short circuiting due to the harsh thrusts of his hips, he continued. “Please, harder? Faster? More?” Each word was accentuated by a powerful thrust into you, earning a yelp or a squawk from you each time. “I’m happy to oblige.” As soon as he spoke those words, it was as if his restraint snapped. His eyes rolled back as both his hands gripped your hips, bringing them back to meet his with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the air, only interrupted by the squelch of your juices as he moved in and out of you.

“Gods, you are everything I imagined.” He moaned into your ear as his thrusts began to become erratic. His left hand released your hip, going underneath you as his fingers deftly sought out the bundle of nerves between your legs. You tried to object, wanting to scream no as he found that sensitive spot. However, the only noise that left you was a garbled squeak as your body began to shake from overstimulation. You let out a scream as you came, your entire body trembling as you did. Robb didn’t stop his movements, thrusting in and out of you while his fingers circled your bud, elongating the orgasm. Your vision went white as you felt him stiffen behind you, groaning as he released his seed inside you, finally stopping his overstimulation of your clit.

You collapsed beneath him, panting heavily. Your entire body was twitching, and you were unable to support yourself. Robb followed you down, not wanting to pull out of you just yet. His forehead rested on the back of your shoulder as he caught his breath, whispering the word “mine” repeatedly. For a while, neither of you moved, each regaining your senses as you caught your breath.

“I’ll never let you go. By the end of the night, my seed will be growing in your womb, producing an heir. I do not care who you stuck a deal with, I’ll wage war with anyone who dare try to take you from me. You are mine, and I am never going to let you go.” He was still inside you as he spoke, his cock occasionally twitching. His lips gently kissed your shoulder with each word, before biting down on the sensitive skin there once he finished. “Mine”. He growled one final time, before you began to feel his cock stiffen within you once again.

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