A/N and WARNING: As always, I feel it's only fair that I warn you of the contents of this story. Some of you may not yet realize that it's been appropriately rated M due to the fact that there's all kinds of uncomfortable and violent subjects ahead. Seriously. I'm talking Greek tragedy oedipus type messed up. And then of course there's the smut as well...There will be three parts, Enjoy!


It was impossible not to notice him. He stood near a head taller than anyone else around him, but even had he not, the reddish auburn of his hair easily distinguished him from the tanned skinned dark haired Braavosi natives. His coloring harkened back feelings of loss and halted her in her steps as memories flooded her mind; a wolf pack long since scattered to the winds and brothers and sisters of a similar look passed on to a blessedly less cruel existence. She was the only one left. This large boy, only newly a man as indicated by the wispy stubble on his cheeks despite his size, couldn't be and wasn't part of that pack. Though he looked as if he'd be a handy person to have around if the need for allies did arise.

He might've been the largest man she'd ever seen. Vaguely in the back of her mind she recalled a towering raven haired blue eyed smith probably still playing at being a knight back across the Narrow Sea, as well as a halfwit from the North who people from a home that had long since been burned and forgotten used to say was part giant. This man was somewhere in between, larger than the smith but smaller than the giant.

He was a curious thing, and there was something very lethal about him. In his stride there wasn't necessarily a swagger one would compare with a dueling Bravo, although there was something innately cocky, something of an inherent but not necessarily misplaced confidence, a danger. More so there was a facility about him that spoke of a predilection to violence with little cause for provocation necessary. He was wild.

All at once she was fascinated, wary, and utterly enthralled by something of his familiarity. She resolved to find him again after her mission to collect information from the sailors in the Purple Harbor was concluded. Cunt starved seamen were always willing to part with what little news they had of the world if only to talk to a pretty face. Though she wasn't the most beguiling of women she regularly took advantage of their weakness and caught them fresh off the ships. The curiosity that was the auburn titan must be forgotten and investigation resumed at a later time; work must be done if she were to remain in business.

It wasn't until that night that she first saw his face. She followed word of a massive fire-haired, fire-tempered foreigner to a section of the city known as the Drowned Town and then on to the Spotted Cellar where she found him amongst the crowds placing coin on their champion of choice before the eel fights began. She too placed coin to blend in but her attention was captivated by something else entirely.

He was rugged in a way that she hadn't seen since her days as a child of the North and more handsome by half than any one man had a right to be. He wasn't pretty like her lost bastard brother the crow, nor could anyone claim he was anything but eye-catching, but it was the manner in which he exuded virility that had her breath catching and her cunt dripping. She snorted to herself, smirking and thinking he was certainly a maids dream—dangerous, dashing, and desiderate. Still, her mirth was short lived and she found the smile wiped off her face entirely when she glanced his eyes.

As if he felt the heat of her gaze upon him he swiveled his head and grey eyes met the deepest of blues. Arya wanted to look away but there was a challenge lingering between them, a hard lined question of intention, whether it be aimed towards menace, apathetic impassivity, or simple warning. His fathomless cobalt gaze considered her through narrowed lids as he drew himself up to his substantial height, weighing her as a threat. Her hands twitched towards the daggers at her waist and she found herself irritated at the subconscious admission to finding him formidable, even more so when the corner of his mouth turned upwards in a decidedly lupine manner having seen her uncharacteristic flinch.

She felt her mouth drift into something akin to a snarl and his grin widened ferociously, an almost feral gleam in his eye along with thinly veiled salacity.

As much as she despised backing down, the tension was too much. The anticipation aimed towards something hazardous and unknown, a promise of some peril of vulnerability on her part should it continue. Arya swiftly turned on her heel and exited the establishment, libidinous eyes scorching her back as she did, its heat coiling something deep and dangerous between her legs which begged for release.

She made it as far as the alleyway before the anger at what had just taken place had her climbing onto the nearest roof to wait and watch. Her fists clenched and unclenched continually thinking about the unspoken battle she had just retreated from. Her hands were cramping and she was cursing herself for a fool by the time he emerged from the tavern staggering slightly and well into his cups.

She followed him along the rooftops as he made his way through the city none the wiser to her presence, stalking him as he made his way to wherever he was staying whilst in the city. She wasn't even sure what she planned to do or why she was even following him, but she didn't question it. She was drawn to him, even if it was simply to observe and delight in the sculpture of his body. The terribly wide expanse of his back and the sizeable mass of his somehow still lithe looking limbs was decidedly rather appealing.

He stopped at an intersection near the Cattery upon hearing the cat-calls of the whores looking for custom. The small hesitation was all the women needed to desert their places standing outside the brothel and saunter down to surround him and begin offering him tastes of their services as they laved at his neck and sucked at his earlobes, hands fondling the laces of his breeches and the corded muscles of his trunk like arms.

For his part he welcomed it, leaning smugly into the pressure of hands on his cock and grabbing brutishly at the women around him until he finally settled on a lissome looking chocolate haired girl, drawing her into him roughly and pressing the whole of his front up against her back while whispering something into her ear that made the girl go slightly weak in the knees. What a man possessing of so little years could possibly say to truly arouse a well weathered Braavosi courtesan was beyond her. Although admittedly it was intriguing to consider due to the fact that it provided illumination as to the idea that he must be either very experienced in the act, or naturally gifted in the art of seducing even the most insusceptible of persons.

As the other whores backed off and made their way towards their previous posts to actively seek the wages offered to them by randy drunks for returned pleasure, the engaged couple retreated down an alleyway and Arya followed on roof top well aware of what she would find and warm-blooded at the thought.

Silently she crouched down peering over the edge, her heart beating faster than she could ever remember, including those times when she stalked prey as one of the Faceless hired to deliver the Gift of the Many Faced God. She almost found herself groaning in need as she watched the young auburn haired colossus effortlessly pick up his whore while ravaging her neck with his greedy mouth and walking over to set her down on some abandoned crates right beneath where she stood. She was helpless to part her lips in order to accommodate her sudden need for air as her eyes feasted on the sight of the lust she too wished to release.

He smothered the whore's slight body with his own massive frame, leaning over her and roughly claiming her mouth with his as he grabbed fistful after fistful of her skirts lifting it to expose the only part of her that was of any use to him. Swiftly his lips moved down her neck, his deft fingers unlacing the shirt that held back her breasts in a practiced move before he buried his face between them moving his head back and forth to feel the mounds of flesh on either of his cheeks causing the girl to writhe and giggle, though it turned into a yelp after he bit into one ferociously. She looked slightly affronted but that all changed as he moved lower still.

Arya didn't know whether it was she who was more surprised or the whore when the hulking beast buried his face between her open legs. The woman let out a strangled cry as she bit her lip and melted into him, clearly enjoying the ministrations of the capable young man as he brought one of his massive hands into the mix, delving inside of her with his long thick fingers as he flicked his tongue against her nub.

She cried out loudly when he pinched her clit between his fingers and the low rumble that came from his throat before he soothed her with his mouth made Arya subconsciously squeeze her thighs together as she swallowed thickly. He thoroughly seemed to be enjoying this, and the whore looked helpless but to do the same with no need for acting on her part.

When his fingers began to pump into her in a harsher rhythm and her tits began to bounce crudely in time he seemed to want to get a look at the fruit of his efforts, and he looked up at the whore after sucking her nub lightly between his teeth. His eyes grazed the body writhing before him and continued up to glance upon her face, the eyes of the whore tightly closed and mouth wordlessly ajar enjoying the pleasure, Then his gaze briefly flicked up even further, though only for an instant at first. Once he registered there was a person, and after focusing for a moment realizing that it was Arya leaning over the edge taking in the show from the shadow of a chimney, he stared her down, feral wrath barely leashed.

Arya held her breath and his gaze, refusing to back down this time as she trained her stare at him emotionlessly. The unspoken challenge renewed between them once more as his eyes flashed dangerously at the provocation and interruption.

His gaze hardened as he came to his feet eyes still latched onto Arya's. She thought at first he would dismiss the girl in favor of a fight considering he'd abandoned his efforts with his tongue, but realized quickly he wasn't going to let her—his opponent—dictate his actions and that he planned to get his pleasure.

He flipped the whore over roughly before the girl had time to question why he'd stopped with his tongue. Without breaking eye contact with his challenger he had the girl bent over the crates ready for the taking despite Arya's intrusive looming presence above on the rooftop, the other woman still obviously ignorant to anything else that was happening.

When the girl tried to push up on her hands he didn't even let his gaze stray from Arya's as he placed a hand on the back of her head forcefully, keeping her there and preventing her from moving. "Stay down." He growled at the whore in bastardized and broken Braavosi. He arranged her skirts blindly to better gain access to her cunt, intense cerulean blue eyes focused on another woman entirely; an adversary rather.

Soon enough he was tugging at his laces and Arya found she couldn't resist the urge to observe his fingers at work and let her gaze linger there while his own eyes still burned into her. She watched him withdraw his cock, a long and thick thing perfectly proportional to his stature. She licked her lips involuntarily as his massive hand pumped over it a few times before he stepped closer to the whore and began running his head along her slippery cleft.

"You like that?" He rumbled brusquely. As Arya's eyes flicked back up to his, she had no illusions as to whom he was speaking though it was the whore who groaned out an answer. The girl tried to push onto her forearms again but his hand was instantly back on her head, pushing her cheek further against the crate and there it remained.

Following the purposefully callous action, which was undoubtedly meant as a caveat for his adversary, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a lopsided grin that made him seem part wolf. As soon as he had Arya's eyes trained back on his he sank his cock into the whore all the way to the hilt exhaling deeply, nostrils flaring as he did. He stared Arya down, daring her to look away as he began an unhurried pace.

Arya couldn't stop herself from glancing to where his prick was plunging into the woman's core and was staring there when his sizeable hand mockingly reached around and underneath the girl. The resulting obstruction of Arya's view as he began again with his attention to the woman's clit clearly aimed towards the purpose of taunting her with his skill as he smirked at her wickedly.

She knew when she looked back up at him there was hunger in her eyes and wasn't surprised that something changed in his as well. They stared transfixed by the challenge of one another unbeknownst to the girl getting fucked by his leaden cock and pleasured by his large blunt fingers. His pupils dilated as they watched one another for any type of reaction, his aim clearly hoping to elicit one.

His own eyes almost turned black as he began thrusting without heed into the woman while driving her mad with pressure to her nub and staring salaciously at the challenger on the roof. He was just beginning to sweat, his bollocks colliding with the skin of the whore in obscene wet sounding smacks that echoed through the night and served to assist in soaking Arya's own smallclothes.

Soon enough the girl was mewling out her orgasm, wriggling about underneath the hand he still had on the back of her head as he pressed her cheek to the wood making sure she stayed where she was, determined not to let her move so as to remain ignorant to his roof top stalker and the show he meant to give her.

Arya watched as he grit his teeth while still holding her grey gaze, pounding into the whore harder than before then abruptly withdrawing from the boneless woman and pumping his hand up and down his shaft a few times and coming hard all over the woman's proffered backside.

Arya found herself staring at his still hardened and proud cock as it jutted out from his solid body and bobbed up and down as he panted from exertion. It was entrancing, but not as much as the sight of his seed spilt all over the woman's rump, her legs still weakened from orgasm and looking as if she had no inclination to move.

Arya didn't see it but the young man smirked following her gaze first to his cock then to where he had spilt his seed. With a crafty little chuckle he ran two fingers through the mess disrupting her stare and catching her attention before grabbing the whore by the back of the hair and hauling her to her feet where he shoved his come covered fingers into her mouth and she sucked greedily, eyes closed as he ran his lips along her neck while looking wickedly up at the challenger on the roof.

"Want a taste?" He asked slyly as the whore moaned around his hand.

Arya stared down at him, restraining herself with all the effort she could muster from either amputating the insolent bastards cock or moving to fuck him. She came out of her crouch to stand clenching her fists.

The man tensed momentarily but when she made no other move or threat he smirked and quickly turned the whore around in his grip, fishing in his pockets for coin before placing it in her hand and unceremoniously shoving her towards the mouth of the alley. The still woozy girl huffed a bit, displeased with her gruff treatment and especially bewildered after he had taken the time to concern himself with giving her pleasure. Even so, she stalked away and out of the alley as he pulled his still hard member back behind his laces while glaring back at the shadow on the rooftop.

"Are you so eager for death or do you just wished to be well and truly fucked?" He questioned, his eyes scrutinizing her carefully, still wary. "I do not take well to being followed." He warned, his voice harsh steel.

She snorted. "Speak the Common Tongue Northman. You don't have the mouth for Braavosi and it pains my ears to hear you try." It was her turn to smirk seeing the slight widening of his eyes in surprise at the recognition that she too was Westerosi, possibly even northern.

Suddenly his expression turned calculating, that feral look returning as he considered her suspiciously. "Who are you?" It wasn't a question, it was a demand coupled with a threat and asked through a snarl.

Arya sneered at his audacity. "I am no one." Somewhere in the corner of her mind her subconscious was having a good laugh. After all these years and being dismissed from the House of Black and White, here and now she was once again trying and failing to insist she was No One, and to a stranger no less.

The auburn titan on the other hand found no humor in her words. It was quite obvious that he was used to getting his own way, and with strength like his she could see why he wouldn't be defied regularly. It wasn't surprising that he clearly didn't appreciate her lack of answer. His left eye twitched in annoyance and his nostrils flared as his fists clenched. She watched as all his muscles tensed, coiling tight like a spring. She recognized the precursors to physical action, so before he made a move, she did.

Turning swiftly and silently on her heel she disappeared into the night just as she heard him loft himself on the roof. She was out of sight before then, and once she was lost to a person's vision, even for a moment, she could disappear as easily as a ghost. As she made her way slithering like a snake through the shadows and away from him, she heard an aggravated howl from the rooftop that sounded more creature than human. She was entirely too pleased to hear his frustration.

She thought her resolve to stay away from him and the obvious trouble he would bring her was intense enough that she would no longer seek him out, but a few days later after several of her best sources told of an auburn Westerosi beast of a man seeking out a swift girl, dark of hair and gray of eyes, she folded. She had to do something. It didn't bode well for business that, as a freelance assassin and collector of debts, a fellow as formidable looking as he was seeking her out for unknown reasons. She didn't want to spill the blood of such a carnally alluring creature but if she had to she would.

It wasn't hard to find a foreigner of his stature and coloring even in a city so large. Besides, she was more familiar with the canals and alleys than most of the city's inhabitants due to her line of work and her time spent at the House of Black and White. Come nightfall, after more pressing business was taken care of and money returned to the Iron Bank from an unruly debtor, she set out towards the wharves near the Drowned Town and came upon her titan a few streets away from the Moon Pool.

She was curious as to why he would venture to this part of the city, and at night no less considering the collection of Bravos that would gather at the Moon Pool by moonlight to duel each other and match skills. So she contented herself with stalking him. He strode with a purpose and any but a fool would see that there was a lethal menace behind his movement. Still, that wouldn't stop a Braavosi sword from challenging him, looking to make a name for themself in the street. He certainly presented a monumental target to be taken down though he seemed ignorant of what he was walking into.

When he stalked into the square and saw an ongoing duel and others off to the sides watching and sizing each other up for a fight he halted his movement and tilted his head to the side as if curious as to what was happening. To his credit, or mayhaps stupidity, even with all the eyes on him, many of which were judging him keenly in a very predatory way, he didn't tense. He met each glare levelly, no doubt challenging everyone with the intense animalistic rage that she had come to associate him with. It was exactly because of this that one particularly brave soul approached him. When she realized that brave soul to be Orbelo she thought he might save her the trouble of spilling blood.

"You come to the Moon Pool by night foreigner?" Orbelo drawled circling the titan with his sword outstretched towards the young man.

"I search for a Westerosi girl." He stated coldly in broken Braavosi, clearly eyeing the blade in dislike his face twisting into a snarl. "Dark of hair, pale skinned, and grey of eyes."

Arya had to chuckle at his method of questioning. Maybe the man he faced was challenging him, but making demands when you sought help generally wasn't the best way to garner information. Friends were more likely to flap their tongues than foes.

"I know of this girl." Orbelo told him flippantly before turning side face and falling into the stance of the Water Dance. "But you will not leave this place to find her. "You've come to the Moon Pool by night now draw your blade."

"I've no blade." He said through gritted teeth. "Tell me where the girl is." His fists were clenched and he looked to be shaking with unleashed fury.

Orbelo raised an eyebrow at him "Such demands and with no weapon!" He taunted mockingly. "Luckily I've a spare." From on his back he unsheathed a second sword and threw it on the ground at the larger man's feet. When the titan didn't pick it up the Bravo glared at him darkly. "Pick it up. I shall not hesitate to kill you if you choose to remain defenseless."

The larger man sneered in the most chillingly savage manner as his deep blue eyes glittered delightedly. In a bold move he kicked the man's offered sword into the Moon Pool. "I am anything but defenseless." He rumbled deeply though it sounded more like a growl coming from the bowels of a wolf.

The outraged Braavosi sneered and lunged, thrusting his sword forward aggressively. For all of his size, the titan was whip fast. He stepped back with one leg, easily moving himself out of harms way while his long arm reached out like lightening to wrap his much larger hand over the bladesman's sword hand. The next second the Bravos' face twisted in pain and he dropped his grip on the rapier before a massive fist came sailing at his face hitting him square in the nose. It was over in seconds, Orbelo left on the ground bleeding profusely and knocked completely unconscious. Arya couldn't help that she burst out laughing on the spot though she instantly regret it.

Her girlish mirth rang out through the stunned silence of the square as everyone tried to comprehend what happened. Almost as quickly eyes were turned to the roof where she took watch, specifically a very blue pair of eyes.

Before she could really collect herself properly he was dashing towards her, vaulting himself smoothly onto the roof with the ease of a marten moving amongst trees looking for prey. His speed was staggering as was his agility. He moved with the graceful dexterity of a creature of the forest rather than the lumbering steps of a goliath. She would need to be swift.

They faced each other on roof, both poised to move but leaving the other open to try first. Arya smirked observing his posture. He looked ready to pounce, like an alpha waiting to initiate the chase, the anticipation of a hunt glimmering alongside excitement in his eyes. He wanted to run. He smirked at her, his eyes never leaving hers and when she sprang off the roof and onto the next he was right behind her sprinting along behind.

He was fast but she had been running these roofs for over a decade and could tell where the tiles were loose and where to place her feet. Still it was clear that if it lasted long enough he would best her in this chase, he would catch her.

Yes she had stamina but she was willing to bet he did too. He had waited for her to run, thrilled in it even. It would come down to a fight if she didn't manage to get out of his sightline and disappear, if that was even maneuverable at this point. She needed to come up with something quick or pick her ground wisely for the fight. If she could just make it to the Sweetwater River it was a long underwater swim to the Great Canal but she had years of practice and training for instances such as these and she could hold her breath longer than any other she'd met. Her decision was made, it was just a matter of out running the man who was gaining on her with each step they took.

It was only when she went to make an abrupt turn, leaping left from one building to the next that he gained advantage. Instead of following her route he had enough foresight to bound across the alleyway that had been too wide for her to hope to span and managed to cut catty corner and shorten the distance between them. It was enough for her to realize she stood no chance of making it to the canal.

She felt wind behind her and heard the absence of footsteps so she stopped short abruptly and dove left, using her shoulder to try and roll to her feet so she could avoid his attempt to dive tackle her. It worked only in so far as avoidance and she cursed as she tried to right herself but fell victim to the loose tile that she was normally so practiced at avoiding and went plummeting into the courtyard of the dilapidated and partially sunken abandoned manse below.

She only just managed to get to her feet and withdraw the two long wolf-hilted curved daggers she favored ever since she outgrew needle, when he dropped smoothly to his feet before her. There he remained crouched gracefully and grinning.

"Sharp fangs wolf girl." He rumbled huskily nodding towards her weapons and taking in the carvings.

She smirked flourishing the blades showily while correcting him. "Not wolves, Direwolves." She saw his grin widen even more just as she began her charge.

She came at him blindly fast, spinning with blades whipping around her seeking flesh and using her momentum to put power behind her blows though none of them ever landed. He backpedaled away from her, ducking when necessary while keeping his eyes firmly concentrated on her weapons, though he still managed to anticipate her next spin. He stepped into her back at precisely the right moment to be free of the path of her blades and used his strong arms to sweep hers over her head and securely grip both of her wrists in one large hand as she stumbled backward against his chest.

"You won't be needing these." He purred into her ear as one at a time he too easily pried her fingers open and flung her daggers into the wooden support beam directly in front of her, burying them to the hilt with the force of his strength behind it.

Now stripped of her fangs, he snaked his freehand down her front between her breast and over her stomach, reaching between her legs and grasping her roughly almost greedily. "You've seen mine, it's only courteous that you show me yours don't you think?"

Arya jerked her hands forward in his grip at the same time she thrust her backside into his groin feeling his exigency hard against her back. Her movement had the desired effect as he groaned at the friction and lessened his grip just enough that in tandem with looping a foot around his calf he was falling over backwards with her on top of him. She managed to twist around in his grip and land astride him with the blade she kept up her sleeve at his throat.

Rather than scowling or grimacing he was grinning like a fool and before she had time to register what that could possibly mean she found herself underneath him as in one deft movement he reversed their positions, her knife still noticeably at his throat.

"Such a fierce and worthy prize to steal." He purred sultrily, looking down and regarding her body with carnal, animalistic lust.

Carless of the blade threatening his life, he ground his pelvis against hers using his significant weight to keep her pinned as he pressed further into the steel and moved his head to growl against her throat and breath in her scent.

"A Wildling then?" She stated, recalling the Free Folk and their penchant for stealing those they desired and carrying them off into the night to stake their claim. She'd been told tales of the dangerous few who even braved scaling the Wall to kidnap Lords daughters and take them as wives, carrying them back to the harsh wilderness beyond the Seven Kingdoms

"As good as." He admitted, a bit of conceit behind his words of all things.

When she did nothing to supplement her threat and add pressure to the blade on his neck he lifted a hand and grasped her forearm in his grip using his superior strength to move her knife away from his throat.

Once the steel rattled to the pavement he let his grip on her go and she chose to use her hand's new freedom to fist a handful of his thick auburn hair and tug his head down to crush his ever smirking lips against hers and arch her body up so there was no space between them. It was a messy aggressive kiss, all tongue and teeth as they as they both fought for dominance. He ferociously refused to yield and she bit his lip as he pulled away to trail an enormous hand down her abdomen.

"Shall I divest you of your other blades as well?" His eyes bored into hers as his hand stopped at the garters she had wrapped about each thigh. He squeezed a handful of the flesh just above where there was sheathed a collection of useful tools for her trade, his hand almost encircling the muscle of her leg near her sex as he did.

She made to stop him from doing as he said and leaving her bare of more of her precious steel, but he halted her protestation by rapidly wrapping his other massive hand around her neck in warning. His eyes daring her to move and ensuring that she stayed where she was in much the same manner she'd previously subjected him to with her knife.

The selection of blades strapped to her thighs weren't the only ones hidden about her person. She had one beneath either breast, four concealed in her boots, and the matching silver clips she used to sweep her hair off her neck also sheathed two slender blades, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out why she didn't reach for any of them. Besides of course the maddening and preposterous idea that she enjoyed the feel of his thick, callused fingers essentially encompassing all of her delicate neck and threatening her life.

As he tugged her laces hurriedly and pulled the britches off of her hips in a single rough movement to reach for the leather strapped about each leg, she tensed and in turn so did the grip on her throat. His eyes threateningly remained glued on hers as he unclasped the small buckles on either of her inner thighs and tossed her stash of weapons off to the side. She thought he was done but his hand slithered under her shirt where one at a time he divested her of the knives underneath her breasts, cheekily managing to run thumbs over her nipples while doing so and earning him murderous glares. Her hands twitched towards her head in response to his arrogance but his grip on her throat tightened in warning and she cursed herself for a fool when he then directed his attention to removing her hair clips, throwing them off to the side to join the other knives he'd taken from her.

Now that nearly all her weapons had been taken from her, she began to feel more helpless and bare than she had ever been since she was a child crossing the Narrow Sea. She began to feel vulnerable and she began to truly rebel against it. When he switched positions and moved his enormous weight off of her and to the side so he could draw her legs up and reach into her boots to collect the last of her steel while still maintaining his grip on her neck, she'd had enough.

As soon as her legs were free of his bulk she rolled her hips upwards and latched them around either side of the arm he had restraining her by the neck. Ignoring the fact that her britches were not properly on her hips, though they had been pushed slightly back up to give her some semblance of coverage with the move, she was immediately clenching her thighs around his massive bicep near the shoulder and crossing her ankles in front of his face. Using both her arms to secure his massive forearm to her chest, she used the advantage of her positioning in tandem with all of her strength to try and force his body away from hers with her legs while holding onto and yanking his arm in the opposite direction subsequently forcing him to remove the fingers from her throat less he prefer a dislocated elbow or shoulder.

It was only because she had taken him by surprise that she was once again in control of her own airways, otherwise he could've easily prevented her efforts with his strength. Still, she wasn't fool enough to think she could best him in a wrestling match, so as soon as she was free of his fingers she darted quickly away withdrawing her last four knives from her boots.

"That," He said growling and coming to his feet, rolling his shoulder to release the lingering discomfort, "you will be paying for."

The look he gave her made her skin crawl while simultaneously stoking the fire of arousal in her belly. She briefly glanced at her discarded weapons and he immediately stepped in front of them blocking her way. She was loath to leave them behind but then again she didn't see any other way out of this other than submittal and he'd have to do nothing short of tying her up for that.

Her eyes scanned the premise to quickly determine the best method of escape but when he began to stride towards her she abandoned that and threw two knives to distract him before sprinting at the wall to her left and pushing off of it to reach for the windowsill and pull herself through. She knew from the sound of metal hitting brick that he'd avoided her blades and was most likely right behind her, so when her unlaced trousers began to tangle in her legs and she tripped she figured he'd be on her in a second and he was, though this time she had two knives at his belly.

"Move again and we'll both be covered in your blood." She told him as he hovered over her looking murderous. She moved one knife south to his cock and pressed the steel against his erection to emphasize her point.

His breathing hitched momentarily. "Use that knife as you intend and I promise it won't be just be my blood that's spilt." He snarled at her his eyes like blue wildfire. "I will have you." He insisted still.

She smirked at him wolfishly knowing she still had the advantage. "Not today." She told him definitively.

She twisted the knife still at his stomach into his skin a bit to encourage him to extricate himself from her but when it worked to do the opposite she wasn't at all prepared. Apparently a knife poised to remove his cock wasn't enough of a deterrent.

She was in absolute disbelief to suddenly find his lips on her own. She couldn't help that the first thing that came to mind was a phrase that was long ago said of her. 'More courage than sense' echoed to the forefront of her mind, working to fog her thoughts while helping her to forget wisdom. She dropped the hold she had on her blades in favor of running one hand up beneath his shirt and fisting the other in his mass of curls. A low rumble of approval emitted from his throat as she returned his ardor and arched herself into him giving him the friction he so desired.

He looped a hand underneath her back to pull her closer, though once she heard the characteristic thump of metal going into wood, and then felt a switching of hands around her waist before it sounded again, she smirked through the kiss realizing that he'd felt the need to get the blades out of her reach.

He must've felt her grin on his lips because he pulled back briefly. "I've had enough of your fangs wolf girl." He informed her as he pushed her fully back against the ground using the full length of his body to grind against her.

She ran her hands across the large expanse of his back as he moved to her neck. When he nipped at her throat too roughly she dug nails into his skin. He hissed slightly and withdrew enough to tug his shirt fluidly over his head, and at the sight of him bared Arya was too busy drinking in the view of what she hadn't seen the other night to care about the fact that he brought her hands up and occupied them with his own above their heads amongst the feel of what she could only assume was his discarded shirt. Stannis Baratheon could've walked out in a pink frock at that very moment and mounted a dog and she wouldn't even have been able to tear her eyes away from the auburn titan above her.

She'd seen well built men before but Seven Hells looking upon him was like a receiving an anatomy lesson from a maester, albeit much more pleasurable. Just staring at him for a few seconds she felt more educated about the human body than she had previously. Every rippling and taut muscle stretched smoothly over slightly tanned skin and she couldn't help but wonder where he had been and what he had done to find the means, time, or need to hone such flawlessness.

He quickly moved his ravenous mouth south working to undo the laces of her shirt with his teeth while she was left panting in anticipation. As he exposed her breasts and looked up into her eyes wickedly, nuzzling a nipple maddeningly with the tip of his nose as he did, she wasn't at all concerned with what was going on above her head. That is of course until she went to push her tits further against his face in silent appeal for him to just use his bloody tongue already and quit teasing. It was then that she found her movement had been restricted.

A look of horror came over her features as she whipped her field of vision towards her wrists finding them now lashed together surprisingly tightly with his discarded shirt and then tied to the banister of the hallway they'd landed in. As he turned around so he was sitting on her thighs facing her feet she desperately tried to struggle against him as he removed her boots and britches and she began to feel him wrap her own clothing around one ankle in a similar fashion.

"I told you I'd be paying you back for my shoulder didn't I?" He told her devilishly as he turned round to face her, straddling the one leg that wasn't tied firmly to the banister and pushing her shirt up around her arms and over her head to tangle with the fabric restraining her wrists. She flailed and thrashed and snarled underneath him in displeasure but it only seemed to arouse him further. He just grinned back at her hungrily as he took in the vision of her before beginning his attack.

He leisurely trailed a flat hand down her throat and across her breasts. When he got to her waist he paused looking curious then brought his other hand up and grasped the flesh on either side of her body looking pleased when he could feel his fingers touching each other circling the tiny circumference. He hummed his appreciation and buried his head in her neck as one hand moved lower still.

"Small and crafty and agile." He growled amatively as his hand reached in between her thighs and fingers ran up through her folds while breathing hot on her neck. "Such a capable little wolf and so so wet for me." Arya shuddered as he nipped her jaw and he chuckled huskily feeling it. "You're body betrays you, you're ready for me. I could easily take you right now, but where's the punishment in that?" He questioned his eyes gleaming darkly. She yelped as his hand came down on her clit in a wet, sharp sounding smack, the sensation burning her right down to her core. "No I think I'll force you to gush with pleasure first." He used his thumb to push roughly against her nub, no promise of relief from the pressure in the near future. "Has anyone ever done that for you? Made you soak the ground upon which you lay and have you writhing in your own juices?" She was relieved when he moved his thumb but whimpered as he came back to tug and pinch her instead. "I'll have you saturated and dripping and satisfied and even if you don't want it now that I've tied you up you'll come to me willingly then. Begging me to fill you after I burst the levies between your legs." He moved between her legs keeping a hand on her free leg to prevent her from lashing out as he dipped his head, finally moving to soothe her by trailing his tongue up through her slippery crevasse and laving at her clit.

Arya was thankful for the reprieve but it didn't last long considering he began to pluck and pull a bit too insistently at her nipples before grasping rough small handfuls of her now sensitive breasts with his thick fingers. She was tugging at her bindings and her free leg was trembling in his grip.

She tried to liberate the only limb not tied down but he dug his fingers into the flesh of thigh harshly before tutting at her and moving back to straddle it with his enormous weight. Once settled he slapped her clit again as punishment and sunk a first finger into her depths and moved his other hand to encompass her neck.

She was disgusted with the breathy sigh she emitted at the feeling of his digits encompassing his neck and found herself glaring at him as he chortled at her and started pumping into her.

"You loathe how much you like this don't you?" He goaded her sultrily.

She did. She hated that the feel of his foreign fingers where she'd only ever put her own had her squirming with need and desire for him. The idea that she was being forced into submission and found it actually appealing was even more galling.

He tightened his grip on her neck. "It was the threat of being strangled that drenched your small clothes so thoroughly in the first place wasn't it?" He smirked thrusting in deeper now with two fingers. Arya let out a little trill thinking he'd be bursting more than whatever levies he'd been speaking about earlier if he went any further. He paused before going on. "No one's ever handled you like this before have they?" He pondered as he lazily pumped in and out of her and she worried her lip to prevent from crying out for more. "No, you're not one who's used to having a lack of control I think." He squeezed harder on her throat to emphasis the predicament he had her in and she blinked rapidly beginning to see spots in her vision. "Don't worry, I'll teach you how to enjoy this." He promised ominously.

She was thankful when he let up on the pressure to her throat and she could once again gulp in large breaths from the atmosphere. The reprieve was fleeting however, for soon he was plunging his fingers into her crudely and she was gasping for air for another reason entirely. The painful bit of pleasure as his fingers delved ferociously into her, his digits only halted in their exploration of her cunt by the collision of enormous fist to her too small opening, felt wholly too exquisite considering what it was. She found her body obligated to try and move to match his movements seeking more though still restrained. Predictably, in the process of her squirming she found her thigh began to rub deliciously into his erection as he straddled her leg to keep her from lashing out. She couldn't help but train her eyes on his strained laces from over her jostled breasts.

His eyes must've followed her gaze because suddenly the hand was removed from her cunt, though not from her neck, and he was freeing himself from his restraints. "You seemed to enjoy the view of my cock, if the other night was any indication." He maneuvered himself forward presenting himself shamelessly for her eyes before taking himself in hand and pumping his shaft a few times then letting himself flop back down and bounce against her skin. He rolled his hips and his shaft moved up and down her thigh and it was as if she was in a trance. He chuckled feeling her eyes on his thick prick, "Perhaps you do want it now."

Her grey gaze whipped up to his glittering blue eyes and she glared murderously at him, yanking on her restraints hard enough to make the old banister groan. She would rather die than give him her maidenhead through forced submission.

He only smirked at her ferocity and returned his fingers to her cunt while rubbing a thumb over her clit as if apologizing for their absence. "I understand your impatience." He teased. " But I have to dole out my punishment and make you come like a tidal wave all over yourself before I'll take you with my cock." He moved his hips in time with his fingers and the head of his cock brushed over her belly causing the muscles of her abdomen to flutter as she watched enthralled and feeling tortured.

He chuckled seeing her grimace and leaned down closer to her, surprisingly able to keep his weight balanced on his knees so as not to put it on her neck. "By that time of course you'll be eager for it." He whispered wickedly his lips brushing over the corner of her mouth and staring intensely into her eyes as she choked down a moan of pleasure, shuddering against the silken skin of his cock as it poked into her skin.

He was lucky that he decided to actually take some initiative to do something other than tease her because at that very moment she was likely to rip the bannister from its holdings out of pure frustration not to mention outrage and fury.

He curled his callused fingers so they ran along the top of her canal as he pulled them out of her slowly. Her eyes widened at the sensation and he hit something inside of her she hadn't know existed as there began to build a burning urgent need for repetition and the promise of a release like nothing she'd ever experienced.

He didn't disappoint. He repeated the movement, only this time faster and with more pressure. Her eyes rolled back in her head and all the muscles in her body convulsed as she moaned like a wolf in heat. She was helpless to stop the keens from issuing from her lips as he again and again curled his finger over the same spot but in stauncher more insistent rhythms. She was almost happy that as it built and she got humiliatingly louder, his grip on her neck tightened constricting her airways and muffling her sounds.

She began writhing like an eel out of water as the sensation in her abdomen built to some cataclysmic point and soon enough she could hardly see because his fingers were clenched around her throat to the point that her vision was going black from lack of air and she was seeing spots. Somehow though that didn't stop her from feeling his cock tensing along her thigh as she squirmed and he spurted something hot onto her stomach. It didn't stop her from experiencing the maddening tension coiling tighter than a taut bowstring within her loins either. If anything the feelings were so much more acute.

Her body was screaming at her for air, all her nerve endings tingling and hypersensitive having recognized the threat of being shut off completely and wishing to feel as much they could in order to provide her mind with sensory information and the means to prevent oncoming unconsciousness. It was surreal and intense and invigorating, and when his fingers finally found the required pressure needed as they curled into her core, her release was pure ecstasy and she could feel a flood of liquid gushing out from within her just as he'd promised. It soaked the wood beneath her and ghosted over her skin, the wave fluid and droplets noisily splattering as he ushered even more of it out as she continued to tremble through the most concentrated of orgasms. His fingers were suddenly off of her throat and she was gasping in air like a drowned man trying to find control of her own body but finding it weak with pleasure and exhaustion.

He leaned over her while she drank in sweet oxygen and her vision began to come back. After it returned entirely she could feel her wrists were now free and that he was working on untying her leg. She rubbed her wrists together still unable to find the strength to do anything but pant, but when she finally sat up she realized she wasn't done.

Her eyes flickered from the seed spilt on her stomach to the puddle in between her legs and finally to the young man crouching in front of her, his cock still hard for her and bobbing jeeringly. Arya moved her gaze up his torso and to his mischievous blue eyes and infuriating smirk. With energy she hadn't realized she still possessed after such an intense release she flung herself on him. She hooked still shaky legs around surprisingly narrow hips for someone of his size, and he caught her as he came to his feet moving to put her between him and a wall, their lips greedily molesting one another all the while.

It was Arya who finally reached around to place his cock at her entrance, but once there he sheathed himself inside of her in one swift powerful thrust that had her crying out stridently as he broke through her maidenhead.

The silence was deafening and all movement had stopped between them as her body clenched and convulsed around him trying to accommodate his intrusive girth. Slowly he withdrew enough to look down between them while she tried to slow her breathing and come to terms with the marvelous feeling of fullness.

He must've seen blood on his cock for when he swiveled his head back up he tugged her chin down so she was looking at him. He had one eyebrow angled in a questioning manner and a lopsided smarmy grin on his face. "A maid?" He asked seeming a bit surprised but certainly not displeased.

She couldn't help but smirk at his disbelief. "No one's ever caught me before."

He barked out a wolfish laugh before burying himself back into her and grinding his hips in small circles, his breath hot on her neck. "It seems you have some wolf-blood running through your veins as well." He whispered against her neck as he caressed her skin with his lips in a decidedly tender manner.

With his words something clicked in her mind a sense of dread pooled in her stomach as she tensed.

Wolf-blood, auburn hair, blue eyes…Tully blue eyes.

How could she not have seen it before, how could she not have understood why she was drawn to him?

Her father always said the youngest Stark reminded him of his brother Brandon, and now it certainly seemed as if he'd inherited their Uncles famed stature and wild disposition. The Auburn titan was Rickon. Rickon who was supposed to be dead!

Only Rickon was most certainly not dead. Arya could feel just how alive he was inside of her.

Had he seen the look of horror on her face as she tried to push him away at that moment he might've known that she wasn't resisting just to be defy his control and take it for herself. As it was, he didn't, and so he thrust into her harder with all the force of his strong legs, warning her into submission.

Arya's eyes rolled back in her head at the marvelous sensation and suddenly everything but pleasure was pushed from her mind as she became helpless to feel of her brother's magnificent cock drawing her closer to the edge once more.