A Portentous Reunion? Chapter 2 - Consummation

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Note: As a long-time Gendrya fan I must come to grips with Sunday night's action. For the narrative to go from flirting in Episode 1 to actual coitus in Episode 2 was unexpected and shocking. I had intended this little story to be a one-shot, but I am trying to make some sense of the sex scene. I know their encounter was driven by the timeframe of the plot, but that did not make it easier to accept. The only way to wrap my head around it is to write. I hope you like this second part.

This chapter was updated on April 28.

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The army of White Walkers had been observed approaching Winterfell and the general feeling was that the final battle would be engaged on the morrow. The inhabitants of the castle were grimly preparing for likely death in their own individual ways: Drinking, talking with friends, singing, and reflecting on their lives.

Arya was practicing her archery in a storeroom when Gendry found her, offering her finished weapon as he approached. I thought he might seek me out tonight, she thought with some confidence. Earlier, she had gone to the forge and insisted that he drop his other work and focus on her weapon. She had even questioned the quality of his craftsmanship, and he abruptly seized the dragonglass axe she was handling, slamming it deep into a wooden counter as he muttered, "Strong enough!" Her gaze followed him as he stalked away from her, and with a half-smile she thought, I shall surrender my maidenhead to him tonight, but I shall be the conqueror! The air of the forge was cold, but the moment he had buried the blade in the wood she was surprised to realize that a surge of warm wetness had dampened her smallclothes and she felt a real sense of longing for the smith's touch.

If Arya had simply desired to divest herself of her useless virginity, she could have sought out a squire named Pod, about whom she had heard the women whispering that he really knew how to pleasure a woman. But since returning to Westeros, it was Gendry's face she saw in her dreams at night and she wanted to have the worshipful countenance of her old friend staring into hers as she transformed from a child into a woman. She was eagerly anticipating his seduction, and as she did so, there was another surge of wetness on her thighs.

She was quiet and withdrawn as she spun her new weapon, and the silence was becoming unnerving. He lamely attempted some small talk, "Last time you saw me, you wanted me to come to Winterfell. Took the long road, but…"

Gendry idly recalled that Arya had been practicing archery at the Hollow Hill on that fateful day when the Red Woman 'bought' him and took him away. Their lives had gone in different directions after that moment. Now she surprised him by ignoring his words and instead, suddenly inquired about the Red Woman. She appeared startled when he confessed that he was Robert Baratheon's bastard.

Causing him to become defensive and uncomfortable, the she wolf then insistently questioned him about his experience with women and soon her meaning became clear – she expected to fall in the battle and did not want to die as a maiden. She looked into his face expectantly. Gendry realized that after all his years of dreaming of ravishing his lady; she wanted him as much as he desired her. He breathed, "Arya!" pronouncing her name like a prayer and bent to press his lips against hers initiating a clumsy, desperate kiss. Arya discovered that the first kiss awakened a strong sense of yearning in her belly, which only became more powerful with the deeper tangling of tongues during the second, more intimate kiss as Gendry returned her ardor. She wanted him inside her and she wanted it now!

Frantically they started to undress each other, and after helping him to pull his shirt over his head, she forcefully pushed him down on a pile of grain sacks, boldly staring at him with a playful grin. With a start, Gendry remembered a bold, angry, younger Arya also pushing him to the ground after revealing her identity to him. Today she was not angry, nae, she was the most self-confident young woman he had ever met. Startled, he realized, she is toying with me! As if to prove his point, she ordered him to remove his breeches, smirking, "I'm not the Red Woman. Take your own bloody pants off!" He quickly fumbled with his laces, revealing himself to her gaze, hoping that the sight would delight her and soon their bodies would become one.

Arya smiled when she saw his large and erect manhood, but his cock was no stranger to her eyes. Years ago on the kingsroad, she had often peeked at him when he pissed against a tree, blatantly curious about his male appendage. Later in Harrenhal, after she had flowered, gazing at his bare chest as he worked in the smithy, she felt butterflies in her belly and pondered what it would be like to kiss and fondle him, and wondered how she would respond to his caresses. After wrestling with him on the floor of the dusty smithy at Acorn Hall, she knew that she craved his touch. Now, at possibly the end of the world, was the opportunity to achieve some bliss, however brief.

Arya proceeded to pull her own shirt over her head and flung it away, displaying two magnificent vibrating breasts. 'Arry' had been binding her chest for years to disguise herself as a boy, and when she unwound the tight cloth, Gendry's eyes widened, horrified first by the vicious scars cut into her torso, but then mesmerized by the splendid twin globes that he immediately craved to fondle and kiss. But the assertive wolf girl had other ideas. Awkwardly stepping out of her breeches, she stood gloriously nude before him as he stared more in shock than lust at her shapely and slim figure, the most beautiful sight his eyes had every gazed upon. She was all that he had dreamed of for years and more. Arya's face bore a small smile as she flicked her hair back, climbed over his prone body, and with a soft grunt lowered herself onto his tumescent manhood.

In all her dealings with Gendry, Arya had always made the decisions for both of them. Although she had no previous experience, she still intended to control their lovemaking, riding him as she would a horse. He had touched her sex when she had pressed against his cock, realizing that her center was hot, wet, and slippery, and he was pleased to learn that she intensely desired him. Because it was her first time, she was impossibly tight and was obviously in pain as she panted and pulsated against him. Her eyes were squeezed shut and small tears appeared at their edges, and her lower lip was gripped between her teeth. The brave warrior woman tried not to cry out in agony, but continued to rock above him, finally gasping when her maidenhead was penetrated. Gendry thrust upwards until he was buried deep within her and eventually her pleasure began to outweigh the pain of initial intercourse. The throbbing continued until Arya felt an intense and sweet spasm of satisfaction envelop her womb, and she gripped Gendry's hips tightly with her thighs as she brought her knees up by his side and pressed her sex down even more firmly on his manhood, delighting in the slipperiness their 'sword and sheath' shared as they vibrated together. When the initial pleasure faded, she sighed and rolled off of him after he thrust one last time with a contented groan and his warm seed spilled inside of her, another act which also seemed to fulfill her needs.

Gendry leaned over and kissed her forehead, then rose from their makeshift bed and went to a nearby washbasin. He found and dampened a clean cloth and wiped her maiden's blood from his privates. Then he rinsed the cloth, returned to her and gently cleansed her thighs and sex, apologizing that the water was not warm.

Arya was lying back quietly, comfortably relaxed for the moment, and now Gendry climbed over her, intent on achieving his first impulse, which was to lavish attention on her lovely breasts - fondling, licking, and kissing each one in turn, and biting her small pert teats. She began to whimper with satisfaction and writhed against him as she became aroused. Gendry discovered that her legs were spread invitingly and her center was warm and wet, and with a moan he penetrated her cunny again, finding that it was easier to slide into her slippery channel now compared to the first time. Their second coupling was far more enjoyable for both of them, and Arya's loud moans as she reached and attained her peak, and Gendry's grunts would have been audible to anyone standing in the hallway, hopefully only a guardsman or even Tyrion, but definitely not Jon nor Sansa.

Afterwards, as they relaxed in a gentle embrace, Gendry softly said with a hint of guilt in his voice, "Arya, you should take moon tea in the morning."

She looked hard at him and laughed, "So you are really an optimist! Whether I drink moon tea or not will be no matter if the White Walkers prevail!"

Gendry's countenance became pained as she so cavalierly alluded to their likely death. Arya considered his obvious concern, and added, "Mayhaps I would like to carry your babe if I survive."

Now Gendry looked surprised and she continued with a serious expression, "Gendry, I have never told anyone, but I was forced to kill a stableboy with Needle in order to escape the Red Keep, and since that day, I have lived with death breathing over my shoulder. Mayhaps having your babe in my belly would make me feel alive again."

He kissed her forehead again, "That would give us something to live for, milady."

In response, Arya turned a determined face to him, "Gendry, I want to fight by your side, and if I should fall, you must plunge a dragonglass dagger into my heart, for I do not want to become one of the undead."

Gendry grimaced, but nodded his assent, "And I expect you to do the same for me."

Now Arya nodded, "We are in agreement, we live or die together."

The wolf and the stag shared a chaste kiss and both fell into a troubled, restless sleep.

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Note: I wonder what will happen next….