1. A Song of Lust and Desire: Chapter VI: The One In Which Sansa And Joffrey Take A Ride


    Date: 8/13/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blowjob, Fan fiction, Reluctance, Author: AryaStarkNaked, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    think that's the butcher's boy." His predatory sneer got wider, "It looks like he's not alone." Sansa squinted at the butcher boy, and - oh my - yes there was a woman kneeling in front of him. The way the boy's boy was positioned while sitting on the rock blocked most of the view of the young brown haired woman, but the obvious bobbing motion of her head told obviously that her pliant young mouth was eagerly working the cock of the butcher boy. Another gasp escaped the auburn-haired Sansa Stark as Joffrey pressed himself to her back, pinning her to the tree that she hid behind. His hot breath washed over her ear as she groaned in nervous complaint, "No, please. Not until we're married. I want to go back" Despite her protests, her pert ass was wiggling back against Joffrey's lap, but paused completely when the butcher boy and the woman adjust slightly, revealing the identity of the scrawny girl in soiled leathers. Prince Joffrey laughed loudly. The butcher boy turned to the treeline, long cock dangling from his breeches. The girl glared at the pair of them, sucking a bit of cum off her fingers, and Sansa was horrified, "ARYA?" she called out frantically. "Go away!" Arya stomped forward as the butcher boy quickly does up his pants, cum leaking off Arya's cheek "What are you doing here? Leave us alone!" Almost instantously, Joffrey seemed to lose interest in Sansa, and slipped out from the tree to strut arrogantly towards Arya. He pauses and skims her with his gaze, before ...
    asking of Sansa "This slut is your sister?" She nodded, blushing furiously. With quick speed, Arya grabbed a nearby stick and shouted at Joffrey, "I am not a slut!" Sansa was afraid, "Arya, please, come back to camp with us. No one has to know what you...did." Joffrey's eyes never left Arya's body, and advanced towards her, "You won't be leaving yet...not until I've had my turn." Arya went for him. Sansa lunged forward, but she was too slow, and everything happened before her horrified eyes. Arya swung the branch like a two-handed club, cracking into the Prince's skull. Joffrey wavered to the left, swearing profusing. Mycah bolted for the trees as fast as he could. Joffrey unsteadily drew his sword from his sheath as Arya swung again, this time slicing the stick in half. Undaunted, Arya picked up a rock and hurled it at Joffrey, missing wildly all the while Sansa shrieked in terror, "Stop! Don't! Stop!" Joffrey slashed at Arya, blood dripping into his eyes growling at her that he was going to fuck her bloody. Arya danced back, fear playing across her face. Sansa stood there uselessly, tears overflowing her cheeks, until her dress swooshed as a grey blur raced past her. Suddenly Arya's direwolf Nymeria was there, leaping, jaws closing around Joffrey's arm. His sword, Lion's Tooth, fell to the floor and rolled into the grass as the Prince and the wolf crashed to the floor, the wolf snarling and ripping and the prince shrieking in agony. Arya's voice rang sharp through the clearing, ...