1. A Song of Lust And Desire: The One In Which Arya Stark Gets Snowed In


    Date: 2/2/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Exhibitionism, Fan fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: AryaStarkNaked, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

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