Tell him Sansa needs to sleep with you
From Create Your Own Story
'The two of you will prepare dinner, then Hyram will retire to the stables.' You leave the question of Sansa unanswered.
The farmers are descent cooks, at least. Pumpkin pie and tomato soup, followed by a desert of sweet fruits, and a bottle of wine for you and your men. They joke and laugh and drink and gamble like soldiers learning they were not to die. Finally, you give them an order at the end of the meal.
'Escort Hyram to the stables, then lock the doors.'
They do so, then bar the door with bales of hay. Finally, you decide to retire for the night. You walk upstairs, to the farmer's luxurious mattress. The bed itself, however, is rather small. But that isn't a disadvantage. Sylvia is sitting by the windowsill, silently weeping. You walk behind her and slowly pull off her clothes.
'M'lord...' Sansa mutters.
'My Prince, you correct her.'
'My Prince,' Sansa says. 'Might I be excused to join my husband in the stables?'
'No,' you reply. 'You are coming upstairs with me.' You remove her bronze pin, letting her entire shirt fall to the floor. 'Get out of the dress.' You level your sword to her throat, and she steps out of her skirt.
'Both of you. On the bed.' They obey, but the bed is small enough for both of them to have trouble fitting on it. There is definite physical contact. Now they begin to get nervous as you pull off your pants and shirt. You examine your quarry.
Sylvia is pale skinned and crimson haired. She is around fifteen, with breasts that aren't fully grown, but a nice, firm ass. Sansa, on the other hand, is around forty. Her ass seems average, but her breasts are more than heavenly. They defy gravity, and all it takes is looking at the small strand of blonde hair between them to harden your cock. What do you start with?
