This is a chapter from the longer story. The Arya chapters got the best responses, so I’ll post them here.

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CHAPTER TWO: Winterfell

(M/f, Anal, Incest, Oral, Exhib)

Clang. Clang. Clang. The blunted steel sword rang against its mate.

Arya half-leaned out the window of one of the many towers of Winterfell watching her little brother Bran mock-fight the little Prince Tommen, “They’re just -babies- really. Look how young they are,” Arya thought condescendingly, “I bet I could beat -both- of them. If they’d only give me a sword.” An involuntary gasp escaped her plush pink lips and her slender hands tighten hard against the ancient wooden frame of the window, fingernails digging painfully into the old wood, leaving little gouges as her mind raced frantically, “This is the part I hate the most.”

Gritting her teeth hard against the pain, Arya Stark determinedly stared at the courtyard and watched Bran beat past Tommen’s defense, and send him sprawling backwards, comically rolling around in all his padding. Laughing the loudest was his golden-haired brother, Prince Joffrey “Stupid Sansa. Sansa thinks that just because she’s marrying the Prince that she’s so much better than me. He’s -ugly-. I don’t care -who- she marries. As long as I have my -“

With a vicious push, the cockhead ferociously impales Arya Stark’s defenceless sphincter, burrowing several painful inches into her vice-like ass and her voice aloud whimperingly finishes her thought “…bastard!”

Strong hands slide up her stomach to coil powerful fingers around her tiny breasts, pinching and tugging her stony nipples through her thin dress. “Stupid Joffrey. Stupid -King-. He had to ruin -everything-. Naming Father Hand of the King, making him move down to King’s Landing. And he’s making -me- move down there too! I don’t -want- to. And he won’t take Jon with him! He’s going to the wall…ooooh!”

Black hair enters her peripheral vision as ice-cold lips grace her neck with small, fleeting, possessive kisses, causing her to gigglesnort briefly as she lifts her hand and sinks her fingers back into the thick black hair of her half-brother “Jon! Why are you always so cold?”

Jon Snow smiles into the nape of his half-sister, Arya Stark, as he drops his left hand from her budding breast to settle on her narrow left hip, rotating his hips faster-and-faster, thrusting her hard against the wooden frame of the window. “I am of the North, sister.”

Arya Stark’s grey eyes roll up into her head and close as her mind blanks and her world melts away with pleasure. Nothing remains to her, not the laughing sounds of the men in the training ground, nor the clothes poorly packed sitting on the bed ready for her leaving next week to King’s Landing. The only thing real to Arya Stark in that moment was the fullness of her ass with her half-brother’s cock, the powerful feeling of his hands on her small body, the wisp of breath playing over her nape, and the feel of his hair slip through her fingers.

And the fire in her loins.

She tugs the hair of her brother harder, demandingly urging him to fiuck her ass without using words. As her tight ass wobbles at his increased pace, and a moan passed her sweet lips, she gives in and begs. A needy voice bursts from her wanton lips, “Brother. -Please- Take me as a woman! Make me a woman!”

Jon Snow tightens his fingers on her breast and her left hip, eliciting a small whimper and leaving faint bruises on her delicate skin. He soft-spokenly replies to her, “I will not put a bastard in you, little sister. You will marry a highborn man, and he will do his duty on you.” His tempo increased further when he grew silent, slamming painfully and violently into her ass. Her eyes snap open, watering with pain, staring down into the courtyard. Right into the tortured face of Sandor Clegane, who was watching the window Arya Stark occupied, rocking back-and-forth, her half-brother’s cock buried deep in her ass.

“Oh no. Joffery’s Hound! He’s seen me. Maybe…he hasn’t seen Jon behind me yet.” Arya knew she should stop Jon and hide from the Hound. But something held her vision on his ruined face and grey killer’s eyes. She lifted a petite finger to her mouth and slowly sucked it between two lush lips, and then slid her hand down her body visibly, pushing it between her legs and finding her womanly folds instantly.

It was the head-to-toe shudders from his half-sister that told Jon Snow what was happening. If not for his quick thinking and wrapping his back gloved hand around Arya’s mouth, stifiling the toe-curling orgasmic scream, the whole courtyard – and her brothers Robb and Bran – would have heard and seen Arya shudder and cum with Jon Snow’s cock buried deep in her ass. She stared at Sandor, panting and sweating, basking in the afterglow of the most intense orgasm in her entire sexual life, all the while never breaking contact with his unblinking eyes.

Until Jon Snow pulled his throbbing member from her now-gaping ass, eliciting a painful gasp from Arya and a brief lightheadedness, while turning her around and forcing her to her knees. When Arya Stark’s vision cleared she was staring, dazed, up at her half-brother Jon Snow’s face as he jerked his cock once, twice, and on the third started to cum.

“Oh this is the part I like the most.” Arya thought as she stared unblinking into her brother’s grey-black eyes as the first thick strand of ropy cum splatters her Tully-brown hair and streaks down her broad forehead. The warm feeling of the cum sliding down her skin brought her back to the first time she took a load of hot cum on her face. “Jon almost broke that stableboy’s chin with that punch, as he walked into the stables and saw me on my knees, cum dripping off my chin.”

Staring up at Jon’s eyes as another splatter soaked her right eyelid – which she closed just in time – her groin continued to tremble as she reflected back on how the angry look on his face melted away as she crawled on her knees to him and took out his cock and wrapped her lips around him. “As soon as I got him in my mouth, he was mine. And I was his. Stupid Sansa and Jeyne Poole. They thought the stableboys called me horseface because I’m not as -pretty- as them, but it was because I loved to take huge horse-sized burning hot lods of cum on my face.”

Arya was startled out of her reminincing by the last trembles of Jon’s cock spraying over her face, blinding her left eye and dribbling down her chin over her budding breasts. Through it all Arya Stark knelt before her half-brother with a smile on her face. She really loves cum.

Within moments of emptying his load over Arya’s face, Jon mumbles to her that he left a present on the bed, and that he’s leaving next week with their Uncle Benjen. All while buckling his wolf-shaped belt buckle, and quickly scurrying out of the room, closing the door behind him. Her loins still throbbing, Arya stands unsteadily and wobbles to the bed where she sees a long narrow item wrapped in black cloth. With shaking hands, she unwraps it and a small, slender sword drops onto the bed.

Arya stared downward at the sword, a smile threatening to form on her face as she mumbles under her breath “Finally. A sword. Let Sansa keep her stupid needlework. I have one of my own, now.” But her thoughts kept turning back to the Hound, and that hard, unblinking gaze.

She got wet all over again.

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