She just wanders around

From Create Your Own Story

Sansa decided to wander around Wintefell. Surely she would find a willing partner somewhere. She just hoped her father wasn't around. While she was a huge slut, she still didn't want her father to know. There have been a couple of close calls, but so far he was oblivious.

Sansa giggled as she thought about how her Lord Father would react to her "hobbies." He surely wouldn't approve of an unmarried woman having lost her maidenhood before marriage, especially in a way as spectacular as Sansa's. She shivered as she thought of that night with Jeyne and the troubadors in the hot springs. She could barely walk straight for a week.

Sansa wandered into the godswood, a good place to rub one off if you couldn't find a man. She slipped a hand towards her core, massaging herself through the rough cloth of her gown. Sansa settled against the white trunk of a weirwood as she hiked up her skirts once more, imagining strong northmen, supple dornish women, and rough ironborn fucking her in any imaginable position.

She quickly climaxed, shuddering against the rough bark of the tree, as in her dreams an ironborn raider took her for a salt wife.

A noise alerted her to someone else entering the godswood. Now was the time for her to finally get laid.

Who has entered the godswood?