"The Honored Guest" Chapter 52 Aftermath of the Battle
Note: Yes, it is wartime, but romance is in the air. For those readers who wrote that they liked the chemistry between Arya and Ned Dayne, this chapter is for you. But you must realize that the action here is only a prelude to the explosive Arya/Aegon reunion. Also, a new, but familiar, female warrior has been added to the crew, and I hope you like her presence here.
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The next morning, Arya woke out of a deep sleep to the sensation of Nymeria's cold tongue licking her hand, which had been flung over the side of the bed. Blinking her eyes and clearing her mind, she tried to make sense of her present state. She was naked and lying face down on top of a snoring Sarra, whose breast was still in her mouth. Sarra's hand was between Arya's legs. Lady Nym was snoring in the other bed. She tried to remember what had happened during the night.
When Lord Dayne had delivered a very frustrated wolf girl to her pavilion, Sarra and Nym had observed her disposition and invited her into their bed to 'console' her. Their consolation lasted long enough for Lady Nym to declare that she, for one, intended to get some sleep that night, and moved to the other bed, leaving the younger girls to continue their explorations. Arya had been so unsatisfied with her interrupted tryst with Ned that both girls fell into exhausted slumber only after several hours of affection.
Arya groaned and disentangled herself from the Dornish girl, having to remove Sarra's fingers from an intimate location. She went to the basin, poured some water, and stuck her face into it, attempting to restore her consciousness. As she dressed, finding her robes and smallclothes scattered all around the floor, Lady Nym stirred and became wakeful quite easily and also started dressing, which did not improve the she-wolf's mood. "Come," the Sand Snake told her, "Let us break our fast. I would like to talk to you." Sarra had not stirred, but continued to snore softly as they left.
Nym looked closely at her disciple as they walked to the captains' dining pavilion, and spoke without preamble, "Arya, I think you and young Lord Dayne have some unfinished business to work out. If you do not come to some kind of understanding before we reach King's Landing, you both will be confused and irritated, and it will affect your behavior even when we meet up with Golden Company. Do you know what I mean?"
The young warrior woman bit her lip and replied frankly to her mentor, "I am afraid that the unfinished business that you mention may involve me riding him like a horse, screaming his name at the top of my voice. That must not happen."
"I agree, it would not be wise for you to couple with him, as much as you think you desire him right now," Nym advised, "But you cannot solve the problem by avoiding the young man. You will need to speak to him, and if the confrontation dissolves into an intimate situation again, as I suspect it might, you will have to keep your wits about you." Nym smiled, "Young Ned seems to be doing a good job of just that so far."
Leaving the dining tent, Nym was cleaning her teeth in the most unladylike way with a toothpick, and said to her young apprentice, "Come, we are going to meet Lord Renly Baratheon."
The wolf girl mentioned that when she saw him in the battle, he seemed to be gazing all around the field, as if he were searching for someone in particular.
Nym responded, "Aye, he was probably anxious to find his 'special friend', Ser Loras Tyrell, and was hoping that the young knight had not become a victim of the battle."
"By 'special friend', do you mean….?" Arya asked curiously.
"Aye, they are lovers, but one does not publically speak of it. Their relationship is meant to be a private matter, and it is not acceptable to many in 'polite' society."
"Oh," was all Arya could say. The idea of men as lovers was a new concept to her, and she was not familiar with it. Women as lovers were something she understood, but men were a different story.
Arya added, "I recognized him yesterday because from a distance it appeared as if Gendry had joined the battle."
That remark made Lady Nym smirk, "Aye, young Gendry is as handsome as his uncle. I understand why you would have thought that. Besides, I imagine that you often consider that you have some 'unfinished business' with the young smith, too?" And she laughed at her own jape.
The she-wolf gave her mentor a wicked and conspiratorial grin, "Admit it, my lady, you would not be opposed to locking yourself in a chamber with Sarra, myself, and Gendry, and the three of us would take turns abusing him until we were completely satiated, mayhaps wearing out the poor boy's cock."
Lady Nym threw her head back and laughed heartily, placing her arm affectionately around Arya's shoulders, "One can but dream, sweetling, one can but dream."
After a moment, the Sand Snake addressed the girl again, "Arya, methinks that you have become quite bawdy of late. We definitely need to deliver you to your prince and get you wedded and bedded before anything unfortunate occurs."
Arya just muttered, "I do not know about 'wedded and bedded', but I certainly cannot wait until I see Aegon again. I miss him terribly."
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They approached Lord Renly's pavilion, marked by his impressive House banner flapping in the wind above it, and the golden ropes decorating the edges of the fancy tent. The young lord greeted the ladies with a deep bow and kissed their hands, stating that he was honored to meet such beautiful warrior women. He gazed at Arya, saying that he was pleased to make her acquaintance, as Starks and Baratheons were meant to be close friends. Lord Renly commented that she was as stunning as her aunt Lyanna was said to be, and he understood why men like his brother, Robert, and Rhaegar and Aegon Targaryen tripped over themselves in the quest of a Lady Stark's attention. Arya had heard words like this so often by now that she tried to be polite and not get angry or resentful. She thanked Lord Renly for his complements and let it go.
Now that she was close to him, Arya could really observe the young lord. Renly was definitely as handsome as Gendry, with his long, glossy black hair and his brilliant blue eyes. Although he was almost as tall as Gendry, his shoulders were not as broad, and his figure was strong but not as imposing. He appeared to have seen about twenty namedays, and japed and smiled with the attitude of a pleasant boy.
There was another person in the pavilion, and Arya was surprised to see a very tall blonde knight in full plate armor, complete with a huge greatsword. She was not amazed to see such a knight guarding Lord Renly, only that the knight was a woman! Renly introduced her as Lady Brienne of Tarth, a close friend and the most devoted member of his honor guard. From the way Lady Brienne gazed at Lord Renly as he spoke about her devotion, Arya observed, I wonder if Lord Renly is aware that this girl is madly in love with him?! The wolf girl thought that this situation was very interesting and looked over at her mentor, who merely smiled and slightly raised an eyebrow to signify that she had made the same observation.
Lady Nym thanked Lord Renly for joining General Obara's forces, and said that she had confidence now that together they could defeat the Lannisters. The young stag lord replied that he had been able to rouse some loyal Stormlands Houses to his cause, but some still supported Joffrey Baratheon, while others remained neutral. The Stormlands could still be considered a disputed kingdom, and probably would not unite around a leader until Prince Aegon took the Throne, or even worse, the Lannisters prevailed.
As they chatted over wine, Arya partaking of the watered variety due to her youth, two guards stomped into the pavilion with a willowy youth between them. Arya was startled – the young man had shoulder-length curly brown hair and golden eyes, and was more beautiful than any maiden she had ever seen, including her own sister, Sansa. He was a still a teenager, appearing to have seen only sixteen namedays, but looked every part the warrior in his gorgeous plate armor covered with enameled red roses.
"You asked us to bring you the Knight of the Flowers, Ser Loras Tyrell, and here he is," one of the guards announced, "General Obara has approved of his transfer."
"Quite right," Lord Renly replied, "and I thank you. I will take custody of and responsibility for the prisoner, and will ransom his possessions, also. Ser Loras has sworn on the honor of his House not to take up arms against Prince Targaryen's forces anymore, and should no longer be considered an adversary."
After the guards departed, Lord Renly welcomed Ser Loras and stated, "Dear friend, I am relieved that you were not killed nor injured in the battle, and I am glad that we do not have to face each other as enemies."
Ser Loras replied with an intense gaze, "I am also pleased that you survived the battle. I was most worried about what could have happened."
As Arya watched them, she thought, If there were no witnesses, they would fall into each other's arms and kiss desperately! I wonder if we should leave?
Lady Brienne also observed the exchange of heated glances between Ser Loras and Lord Renly, and Lady Nym could not avoid noticing the expression of intense disappointment that formed on the lovesick maiden's face. The female knight stood up abruptly and muttered, "Excuse me, my lords, I have to go polish my armor," and rushed out of the pavilion, biting her lower lip, and blinking her watering eyes.
Lady Nym signaled to Arya, and the two girls quickly followed after Lady Brienne. Loras and Renly did not even notice their departure.
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Lady Brienne had a long stride and was walking rapidly, but the Sand Snake moved quickly to catch up with her. Arya lagged behind, realizing that she was not needed. Nym gently touched Brienne on the forearm and she turned to look at the friendly Dornish girl. "It is obvious what was going on in there, Lady Brienne, and I am sorry that you had to suffer so," Nym said with a sympathetic voice, "but we must face the truth, my lady of Tarth, he just isn't that into you."
The tall knight looked like she was about to start bawling uncontrollably. Nym continued, trying to soothe the heartbroken maiden. "Come now, my dear, no man is worth those tears." Nym started to stroke her short blonde hair, and wrapped her other arm around Brienne's waist, "By the way, has anyone told you that you have the most beautiful blue eyes? Come to my tent now, and let me offer you a cup of wine and a shoulder to cry on. You need a woman to sympathize and console you."
"All right," Brienne replied in a soft and vulnerable voice, allowing Nym to guide her to the pavilion she shared with her two apprentices and hoped that Arya had the sense to find Sarra and to give them some privacy. At least until the midday meal! Nym smiled to herself.
When they arrived at the tent, Nym gave Brienne a handkerchief, and told her, "This is not a lady's solar and I have no settees, so please seat yourself on the bed while I pour us some wine."
Brienne plopped down on the nearest bed, not noticing that the sheets were disheveled, damp, and soiled from the previous night's activity. She wiped her eyes and sniffled, "I have devoted my life to protecting him from harm, and he doesn't even notice that I am alive, let alone a woman!"
Handing her a cup of Arbor Gold, Nym replied, "It is no wonder that he does not see that you are a woman. Look at the armor that encases your body! Let me help you take it off and you will be more comfortable." And the Sand Snake expertly began loosening and removing the metal plates that covered Brienne's body.
Brienne made no protest, but continued pouring out her heart. "How can he not see that I worship him, and would do anything for him?!"
Now Nym had taken the cup from her hand temporarily and was pulling Brienne's coarse shift over her head. "Unfortunately, Lord Renly only has eyes for the handsome Ser Loras, and your devotion is wasted on him. Here, put on this silk robe, you will find it far more comfortable that that rough garment you wore under your armor. My, you are tense. Let me give your shoulders a massage. You need to relax."
Taking a small sip of wine, Brienne sighed and lowered her head as the Sand Snake's strong fingers probed. "By the Seven!" she volunteered with some obvious pleasure, "That feels wonderful! No one has ever touched me like that. Even my mother and father rarely held me." Brienne let out a soft moan as Nym continued to gently work on her tight muscles.
Silently, Nym massaged Brienne's shoulders and back for a while, and then purred, while warily nuzzling the lady knight's neck, "Ah, you are finally relaxing under my fingers. How does this feel?" And she moved her hands around Brienne's torso and cupped her tiny breasts, thinking, Gods, I was larger than her when I had only ten and two namedays! Oh well, at least size does not affect sensation. The beautiful Sand Snake had some pity for Brienne, who, not only had the breasts of a skinny boy, was freckled of face and had large, crocked teeth. Brienne might not have been good looking, but she was loyal and honest, and did not deserve the abuse Westerosi men heaped on her. Nym intended for Brienne to have some happiness, and began to massage the girl's teats.
"Oooh, that feels nice," Brienne moaned, leaning back into the clever Dornish girl's chest, her eyes closing, "Lady Nym, you have been so good to me."
Nym crooned, "You are a wonderful woman, Lady Brienne, and deserve much affection, no matter what those stupid men have told you. Here, would you like to touch me?" Nym shifted around to face Brienne, letting her robes slip down and pool around her waist, exposing her perfect breasts to Brienne's vision.
"You have such beautiful breasts," Brienne murmured as she fondled them, obviously unsure of what she was doing, having never done so before, "I wish mine were more like yours," she added wistfully.
"Let me tell you a secret," Nym replied, "Size has nothing to do with sensitivity, and my sister Obara says that the pert breasts she carries now will be dragging on her belly when she is an old lady. Now tell me, how does this feel?" and she lowered her head and sucked one of Brienne's teats into her mouth, swirling her skillful tongue around it.
"Ooooooh!" Brienne moaned and fell heavily back on the bed. She had never experienced such a sensation. Once or twice her own hand had accidentally elicited such a response, but she never pursued it. Nym continued to lavish attention to Brienne's torso with her hands and mouth, and Brienne kept her eyes squeezed shut and just let the pleasure wash over her.
Now, Nym surprised her again. "Brienne, I expect that by now you are experiencing some feeling here, too. Am I correct?" as she slipped her hand under Brienne's smallclothes, palming her mound and letting her fingers slide inside her slit, which she noticed was quite damp.
"Oooooh!" Brienne exclaimed again, squeezing her legs together at the touch of a hand at her private place. Her brain was becoming overwhelmed with delight. She had never felt so good in her life!
Nym's fingers slowly penetrated her passage, and Brienne's legs involuntarily fell apart, giving Nym more access. Brienne moaned loudly as Nym stroked her folds with two fingers and whispered, "This is the attention that Renly should give you, but I am just as happy to do it myself, sweetling."
Brienne found her voice and gasped, "Lady Nym, I did not know such pleasure was possible!"
"Aye, it is possible, Brienne, and will only get better!" Nym replied while loosening the laces of Brienne's smallclothes and sliding them completely off. Then she started vigorously kissing and squeezing Brienne's breasts and teats with her mouth and one hand, and pumping her fingers rapidly in and out of the folds of her sex, while circling the sensitive nub with her thumb. Brienne was moaning and bouncing on the bed, thrusting her center against Nym's hand until finally she squealed with glee and stilled her pulsating torso, stretching her long legs and toes out at far as they could reach. She released the most satisfied sigh that Nym had ever heard, and opened her eyes, blinking at the Sand Snake as her breathing returned to normal. Nym purred, "Did you enjoy your first orgasm, my lady?" and moved her mouth from Brienne's breast to her mouth, kissing her lightly and circling Brienne's lips with her tongue, gently preparing the innocent girl for her first deep kiss.
Brienne was gushing, and began chattering, "Oh, Nymeria! Can I call you Nymeria? That was wonderful! I had no idea that my body could experience such bliss! I am indebted to you!" and she timidly returned Nym's kiss, copying her oral explorations until soon they were tangling tongues and exchanging saliva. Soon Brienne was moaning again and pressing her body against Nym's, obviously ready for more stimulation.
Nym was delivering sweet kisses and gently sliding her hands all over Brienne's body, once again giving special attention to her breasts and sex, aware that the girl's breathing was becoming heavier and her torso was vibrating in her arms. Nym thought, Gods, I love to initiate virgins! There is nothing sweeter! She recalled how wonderful it had been to introduce Sarra and Arya and several others to the delightful world of erotic pleasure, and was ready to proceed with Brienne now.
"Lady Brienne, I know that you have enjoyed your experience so far, but I am excited to tell you that I have saved the best for last. This is called the Lord's Kiss." With that, she kissed her way down Brienne's body, placing soft kisses on both teats, her ribs, her belly, her hips, and her mound. Then she moved her head between Brienne's thighs, and her legs automatically spread wider to give Nym's mouth better access to her folds, which the Dornish girl now started kissing and sucking, finally sliding her tongue into Brienne's passage, moving it all around while bringing one hand down to caress her nub again.
Brienne groaned and clutched Nym's head, digging her hands into the girl's hair, and holding her firmly in place as she pleasured Brienne's center. Brienne started thrusting her crotch into Nym's face as though she needed even closer contact, and was startled to hear the sound of wet flesh slapping. She realized that her center was sopping wet and soaking Nym's face. Once again she began to sense that intense feeling that Nym had called an orgasm taking over her body, and after what felt like a wave of seawater passing over her, she became totally relaxed. "Oh my, Nymeria, I don't think I ever want to leave your bed."
She realized that Nym was staring at her with the most mischievous expression, and the Sand Snake languidly replied, "Have no concern about leaving my bed, because now you are going to give me the Lord's Kiss!" Nym stood up and slowly untied the laces of her lacy smallclothes, allowing the delicate material to drift down her shapely legs, revealing the dense patch of soft black curls covering her mound. The Sand Snake slowly moved towards Brienne's face, as the novice lover looked on in wonderment.
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Later, Arya and Sarra came to the pavilion to see if Lady Nym and Brienne wanted to go to the midday meal. They stuck their heads into the tent, and saw Brienne with her head between Nym's thighs and the Sand Snake moaning and shaking. The younger girls quietly backed away arm in arm, giggling and sharing the private jape. Arya had been holding Sarra's arm since they met after breakfast, needing to have physical contact with the friend she had almost lost. During their tryst the previous night, while lying in each other's arms and pausing to recover strength for their prolonged 'consolation' process, Sarra had described her experience during the battle. "I had to leap from my steed for safety because she reared up when threatened by a foot soldier with a pike. I soon found myself surrounded by at least four swordsmen, and all I had was my shortsword and my shield. I had no opportunity to draw my throwing knives. I kept them at bay, only acquiring flesh wounds at first, but I realized I would soon be at their mercy. I became frightened when they described how they would rape me before killing me. Lady Nym arrived just as I was beginning to panic, and she severed a few necks before they could respond to her presence, and the two of us were able to kill the rest together. For a while I thought I would surely die."
Arya gently squeezed the girl in her arms and said, "Sarra, when I saw you bleeding in Lady Nym's arms, I feared you had been mortally wounded. You are like a sister to me, and I do not want to lose you."
The young Sand Snake, whose ebullient personality rarely allowed her to remain despondent for very long, grinned at Arya, and responded, "I think that we are more than sisters, sweetling, and I love the difference," sucking on one of the wolf girl's teats and sliding her hand over her mound. Arya closed her eyes and moaned, allowing her body to be taken over by pleasure once more.
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As Arya and Sarra were leaving the dining pavilion following the midday meal, they were approached by a squire acting as a camp messenger, relating that General Obara had called her captains to council, and requested that they inform their lady that her presence was requested. They returned to their tent to find Lady Nym washing and dressing, and Brienne snoring softly under the covers, with a contented smile on her face. Sarra grinned, "I suppose that at some point we should congratulate her and welcome her to the club?"
"Just do not embarrass her. Lady Brienne is new to lovemaking, and would be mortified by any coarse japes."
"We will be nice to her," Sarra responded in a voice that implied that she could not be trusted. Then she related General Obara's request, and all three girls joined the council.
General Obara addressed her captains. "There is news from King's Landing. Scouts have been observing the capital at all times. I have been expecting reports of joyous bells from the Great Sept announcing the wedding of King Joffrey and Margaery Tyrell, and instead, yesterday before the battle, I was informed that only mournful bells were heard. It seems that King Joffrey choked to death on his wine at the feast, and his lady mother insists that he was poisoned."
Instantly there was a murmur of exclamations of surprise and wonder. Obara raised her hand for silence and continued.
"In the pandemonium that followed his dramatic death, the Tyrell family, fearing that they would be the next target of the assassins, fled King's Landing with as many as their retainers as they could." The senior Sand Snake's face bore a predatory smile, "Presently, the Tyrells are the 'honored guests' of Lord Connington and Golden Company, who had recently arrived and set up an encampment outside the city walls."
There was more discussion, and Obara waited before she finished her report. "With the Tyrell army having surrendered to Dorne and Lord Renly Baratheon, Lord Stannis Baratheon blockading Blackwater Bay, and Lord Tyrell and his immediate family in the hands of the Targaryen force, the Lannisters are in dire straits, and will be forced to endure a siege with limited resources. They will fear enemies without and within their walls, and Lord Tywin Lannisters is probably already feeling a sense of defeat. We will shortly join Golden Company and take part in the siege. I will inform you if any more news is received, but for now prepare your troops to march north in a few days." She nodded to dismiss her captains, and turned to Lady Nym, "Sister dear, please remain for a while, as I have news of our sister Tyene."
When the leaders had departed, Obara began, "I only told them part of the story. Tyene sent a secret message that explained what really happened. As you know, Mace Tyrell is a dithering idiot, and his mother, Lady Olenna, known as the Queen of Thorns, is the actual ruler of the family. Lady Olenna had become increasingly uncomfortable as she witnessed Joffrey's cruel and violent nature, which his own mother, the Queen ignored. After he had hurt Lady Margaery several times, supposedly accidentally, Lady Olenna decided that she would not leave her beloved granddaughter in the hands of such a monster."
"Tyene had also observed what was happening, and when she felt confident in her plan, she approached the Lady and had a probing conversation with her. Tyene also learned that Lady Olenna, through her own informants, had learned that the forces of her House were deadlocked in a battle with the army of Dorne, and might not be able to reinforce the Lannister army, much of which had been captured by Prince Aegon. She began to believe that the Lannisters would fail in their quest to rule Westeros, and she was looking for a way out."
"Once Tyene heard Lady Olenna's doubts, she implied that she had a solution, and the clever older woman professed interest. Tyene told her that her specialty was poison, and with Lady Olenna's help, they could secretly kill the evil young king, and escape during the turmoil that was sure to follow. They came up with the plan to poison King Joffrey's wine following the wedding, and prepared for the event. Lady Olenna did not trust her son, and did not include Mace in the plot. However, she prepared the small household guard and retainers for a rapid departure. Everything went as planned, and Tyene escaped with the Tyrells, affording them safe passage into the Targaryen camp, where they now reside."
Obara finished, "We will meet up with Golden Company soon enough, and reunite with our sweet sister again."
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Arya met up with Ned Dayne at dinnertime, and they ate with Lady Nym and Sarra. He kept his eyes on his plate and said very little, but when he happened to look up, he saw that the Dornish women were smirking. After the meal, Arya left the ladies and walked off with Ned, taking hold of his hand in the dark and entwining their fingers. Ned stopped and turned to embrace her, and she moved in close and returned the hug.
Ned had returned her to her pavilion the previous night, and they had walked with their arms around each other the whole way, not wanting to lose the physical contact. Now Arya murmured, "I was loath to leave you last night."
"When I returned to my bed, I had to take myself in my hand twice before I was exhausted enough to fall asleep and stop thinking about you," Ned replied.
Arya reached up and put her lips to his, and Ned returned the kiss passionately, then whispered into her ear. "I want you so badly, yet I know that we should not make love. I cannot get you out of my head."
"Let us go back to your pavilion. To do otherwise will only make matters worse," Arya suggested, squeezing his hand.
Ned dismissed his servant again, and out of the corner of his eye detected a small smile forming on the man's lips. Ned realized that when they arrived at the siege, it would not take long before Prince Aegon's retainers became aware that the 'wolf princess' had been spending the night in his pavilion. He feared the gossip would cause problems, but he could not avoid the girl.
The couple kissed again, deeply now, stroking each other's back. Breaking the kiss, Ned immediately started to unwind her braids, and as he combed out her long locks with his fingers, Arya realized that her center was becoming damp. She thought, I must have Aegon take up this practice.
He boldly slid her robes off her body and cupped her bosom with both hands. "You are so beautiful. I thought about your breasts all day," Ned said, and started to kiss her breasts enthusiastically, sucking loudly and making them extremely wet.
Arya pushed his robes off, and as they separated to let them fall, she looked him in the eye as she unlaced her smallclothes and stepped out of them, saying, "I want you should see me," standing before him naked as the day she was born.
Ned drank in the spectacular sight. The wolf girl had a shapely figure, not voluptuous, but perfectly proportioned, with nice hips set off by a narrow waist which widened up her torso to her small, but perfectly round breasts set off with pointed raspberry teats. He was mesmerized and reached out to fondle her breasts again.
She muttered, "I want to see you too," as she unlaced his smallclothes and pushes them down his legs. As his aroused cock sprang out between them, she immediately seized it and started to stroke and squeeze it, thinking, He looks so much like Aegon, even their cocks are similar!
The young lord moaned and leaned in to continue sucking on her breasts, biting her teats as they fell to the bed. Ned thought as she stroked his cock, I am not going to last! I am going to spill my seed in her hand like a green boy!
Now she steered his hand to her mound, and he marveled at the soft curls covering it, and jerked in surprise as she guided his fingers into the damp folds of her sex. Arya moved his fingers in and out, moaning the whole time, and he felt his cock stiffen and he spilled his seed at the sound. She had moved his thumb to circle over what felt like a button near her slit, and she began to move his fingers more quickly inside herself, finally sighing loudly and falling back with a such a satisfied expression on her face that he moved closer to kiss her passionately.
Arya returned the deep kiss, pressing her body against his, and he realized they were naked and lying chest to breast, cock to slit. Ned immediately became hard again and glided his cock back and forth against her center, fighting the temptation to thrust it inside her and take her violently until she screamed his name. He was losing all sense of reason and suspected that the writhing girl beneath him was doing the same as she moaned and slid her sopping wet folds against him. Suddenly she stopped and drew back panting. "Ned, do you know the Lord's Kiss?"
Ned stopped also, and looked at her bleary-eyed, "The Lord's Kiss? I know not of which you speak."
Shyly now, she responded, "I should like you to kiss my other lips, here between my legs," guiding his hand to her damp slit again. "I will show you what to do," she continued, as she slid her arse to the edge of the bed and opened her legs, urging him to get up and place his head between her thighs.
He got out of bed and then dropped to his knees, and was rewarded with the most beautiful sight: her pink center was like an open flower, inviting his mouth to kiss her. He placed his lips on her sex, tasting salty wetness, and started to suck, as he had done to her teats. Arya gripped his hair and whined, "Ned, use your tongue! Oh, I want you so badly!"
Understanding her need, Ned slipped his tongue into her cunny, delving in and out, all around the folds and then deeply as far as his tongue would go into her passage. His hand found the button below her mound and he started stroking that too. Arya was vibrating and shaking against him, her hands pulling his head as close as possible to her slit, moaning over and over, "Oh, Ned! Oh, Ned!" For an instance, again, she had that image of her mother moaning those same words as her father worked over her, and she banished that image to the farthest place in her mind.
Ned continued to kiss her center and his face became wetter and wetter, and suddenly Arya exclaimed, "Aaaah!" and released her grip on his head, stretching her legs out straight, and laying her head back, sighing and wearing that same satisfied expression he had seen before.
The boy got up and leaned over her, kissed her gently and said lovingly, "I would be the happiest boy in Westeros if I could but see your face like that every day of my life."
Arya blushed intensely at his romantic words, knowing that it could not be and not wanting to address his statement at all for fear of ruining the mood. Instead, she said, "Come here, you have given me much pleasure, and deserve the same treatment. Lie down on the bed and I will give you the Lady's Kiss."
He did as ordered, lying on his back in the middle of the bed, and Arya gazed at his stiff cock standing upright, like a pine tree reaching for the sky. She seized the base and leaned over him, and her long hair brushed over his member. He groaned at the sensation, and Arya grinned and said, "Oh! You liked that, didn't you? Well, how about this?!" and she wrapped his cock with her hair and started stroking it. Ned started moaning and thrusting gently into her hand. She smiled and said, "That's enough of that," and removing her hair-covered hand, she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, and now he felt her long locks brushing against his hips and thighs as she moved her head, drawing his whole cock into her mouth. All these sensations made him even more aroused. As Arya gave him the Lady's Kiss, she felt his hands stroking the curves of her arse and she started to become aroused also. She felt his fingers wander to her slit, and she moaned, 'Uuumm," through her full mouth as she spread her legs a bit more to give him better access. Suddenly she felt gentle hands on her hips lifting and relocating her torso so that she was lying on top of his body, and she moaned, "UUUUMMM!" as she felt his face press against her center again and his tongue enter her passage, gifting her with another Lord's Kiss!
As she continued with her ministrations, and he thrust his groin in her face, Arya squeezed his head with her thighs and bobbed up and down as he lavished attention on her sex. Amid the sounds of wet flesh slapping, muffled moans were heard, and both of them started to move faster and faster until they came loudly and separated, panting heavily. Ned turned around and lay next to her, bringing his shining and wet face to hers, and gave her a kiss on the lips, muttering, "That was incredible!"
Arya smiled sweetly, "Aye, I am exhausted and completely satisfied," and wrapped her arms around him. A ghost of a sad smile passed rapidly over his face, and she said, "What was that for?"
Ned responded wistfully, "I could not help but think that in a few days we will set out for King's Landing, and our pleasure must most definitely end. I do not know how I can bear not embracing you and kissing you anymore."
The she-wolf tried to lighten his mood. While stroking the fine hairs on his chest, she murmured, "Mayhaps you can call on Aegon and me, and stay with us for a while. I will prevail upon him to provide you with a chamber, and I will visit you when he falls asleep. Would you like that?"
The young lord actually laughed, "Dearest Arya, that is not a very good plan. It would only lead to trouble. Let us not dwell on the future."
"I agree, we must be happy with what we have right now. And right now I am going to bathe myself out of your basin before dressing. I am soaking wet and sticky with both our juices, and probably smell of sex," she replied as she got out of the bed and started gathering her clothing."
Ned followed her out of bed and said, "Well, I think that you smell delicious, and would like that odor as a perfume," he said as he pressed against her still naked body for one last kiss, and she realized that he was aroused again and pressing against her groin.
"No more, Ned," Arya shook her head sadly, and walked to the basin of water, "I must get back to Lady Nym and Sarra. I am exhausted, and we both need sleep."
The boy let her go, but whispered, "I cannot get enough of you."
Ned walked her back to her pavilion, and left after a brief peck on the lips. Lady Nym was awake when she entered, and noting her appearance, asked, "Wolfie, do you need moon tea?"
Arya shook her head, "No, although we were within one inch of fucking. We did find other ways to satisfy our desire without coupling."
The Sand Snake actually looked relieved. "Good," she replied, "It would be difficult to explain to Prince Aegon and Lord Jon how you lost your maidenhead, and I know they would blame me, too."
"No, I wouldn't let anyone blame you," the wolf girl said, "I will take responsibility for my actions. I know what is expected of me." She threw off her clothes and fell into a deep sleep until morning. Regardless of her words, she thought about her tryst with Ned all day, even while sparring with Sarra, and after dinner, took his hand again, and without a word, walked with him to his pavilion. As they approached, they saw Ned's servant quietly slip away.
Once inside, they threw off their clothes at a record rate of speed, and were naked within seconds. Without any prelude, they immediately jumped into bed and initiated the 'Couple's Kiss' as they had named it, face to groin, and were sucking and thrusting and loudly moaning as though the world was about to end. They both reached a shared climax quickly, familiar enough by now to know what their partner's needs were. Falling apart, and with heavy breathing, they adjusted their positions to kiss face to face and to murmur how good they felt, while running their hands along each other's body. After some fifteen minutes, they were relaxed again, and without even thinking, started the whole process all over again. It took longer to reach orgasm this time, but the experience was even more intense, and they fell apart sweating heavily and panting.
After a few minutes, they made eye contact, and Arya giggled, "That was excellent! I knew when we met that I was attracted to you and that we could have fun, but I never expected this!"
Ned was softly stroking her breasts, and he replied, "When I met you, all I thought was that you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen and I would have been content to merely kiss you, and here you have allowed me to worship your entire irresistible body, and given me such pleasure that I could ever imagine!" The boy sighed, "I wish I knew how to quit you."
Practical Arya was reproachful, "We agreed not to mourn about the future, but to just enjoy the moment. I am very fond of you, Ned, but I know when I see Aegon again, I will be even more absorbed with him than I have been with you. I am sorry."
Young Lord Dayne sighed as though his end was near. "I do not know how I can live without you."
The wolf girl was sympathetic. She grinned and said, "Should I send Sarra to your bed? A tumble with her would drive thoughts of me right out of your mind. Well, mayhaps two or three tumbles."
Ned only looked sorrowful, "Please do not jape, Arya, I am being serious."
"I am not japing. I am being serious, too. I am sure you will find someone to love. When Aegon becomes king, there will be lots of girls at King's Landing, and we will find the right one for you. I promise."
Now it was Ned that was grinning, "As you advised, let's not think about the future, only the present!" and with that, he quickly spun the surprised and squealing girl around and thrust his face into her slit and began lapping at her center. She noticed that his cock was throbbing inches from her mouth, and the next 'Couple's Kiss' commenced. They were totally spent after number three and stopped for the night at that point.
Lady Nym was still awake when she returned and seemed to be waiting for her. "Still no need for moon tea?" she asked. Arya shook her head, and as she dropped her clothes to the floor and pulled a nightgown over her head, described the activities in which they had participated.
The erotic expert nodded sagely, "That is a favored position for those who would seek to avoid a pregnancy and yet attain maximum satisfaction. I suggest that you practice it well so that you and the Prince can please each other without fear of penetration before you wed."
As Arya slipped into bed, she felt Sarra stir behind her, and she joined the conversation. Sliding her arm around Arya's waist and biting her earlobe, the Dornish girl purred, "I would be delighted to help you practice."
Arya sighed, "That sounds tempting, Sarra, but not tonight. I am drained and need sleep."
Nym woke the next morning to the sounds of grunts and moans, and observed that the covers on the adjoining bed were in motion. She walked over and yanked off the sheet, seeing two naked, entwined bodies. Nym slapped the nearest arse, not sure to whom it belonged, thinking, mayhaps Sarra, she has a larger bottom, and announced,"I see that you are sharing an early breakfast, but you will get no nutrition that way! Come, let us go to the dining pavilion, and consume some real meat." Two sheepish faces looked up at her, and they separated to perform their ablutions and get properly dressed before leaving.
At breakfast, Nym suggestively chewed on a sausage and eyed Arya, finally addressing her discipline, "You know, sweetling, I am beginning to believe that your insatiable craving for erotic enlightenment is much stronger than either Sarra or I."
Sarra leaned over and with a broad grin, whispered in the wolf girl's ear, while squeezing her thigh under the table, "She means that you are hornier than either of us!"
Arya giggled and swatted Sarra's hand away, and Nym continued, "I am afraid that your loving attention will weaken my dear cousin Aegon well before his time, and you are more likely to kill him than any enemy."
The vivacious she-wolf laughed and responded, "Mayhaps that can be prevented by having Ned Dayne live with us, and I can share my attention between both boys, and no cocks would be in danger of being overused."
Both warrior women chuckled at Arya's comment, and the bold girl closed her eyes in reflection and added, "Of course, the perfect situation would be to have Gendry present to add more variety."
Sarra agreed enthusiastically, "That is a great idea! I still have dreams that he is 'forging' me over the anvil in his smithy!"
Lady Nym smiled lovingly at both girls and said, "I hope no one ever accuses me of creating a pair of succubae, dangerous to all living men."
The older apprentice retorted, "Not to worry, any man that we kill with our love will die with a smile on his face and no complaints."
Later that day, Arya sparred with Ned after the midday meal, and as they walked to the training yard, she could not help but notice that almost everyone they passed turned their heads furtively to gaze at them and smile. She recognized the fact that many in camp had often seen them together, and the servants were probably talking about her frequent nighttime visits to his tent. Arya realized that the camp gossips were probably convinced that Ned was fucking her regularly, and that thought made her uneasy. She hoped that the false gossip would not cause her trouble later.
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A few days after the last council meeting, Obara's forces were ready to march towards King's Landing. The battle had provided them with much needed supplies for the coming siege, and had the added benefit of depriving the Lannisters of those same materials. Arrangements had been initiated for the ransom of Ser Garlan Tyrell and his bannermen, and the army of the Reach had promised not to challenge the Targaryen host, removing them as enemies of the Targaryen Prince. Since their ruling family were 'guests' of the prince's army, they had little choice. General Obara announced that the army would set forth on the morrow, and everyone in camp prepared for departure.
Nym squeezed Arya's hand and said excitedly, "You will soon see Prince Aegon again, and you can show him all that you have learned! For my part, I will be curious to see if Lord Jon still desires me. That will be most interesting."
Arya replied, also with much excitement in her voice, "Aye! There is so much I wish to tell and show Aegon. Even though I have met so many nice boys, he is the one that I feel the closest to and I cannot wait to be in his company again!" and she set off to start packing her possessions for the trip to King's Landing.
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Note: I have to thank 'Dericof Diname' for the brilliant suggestion to add Brienne of Tarth to the fic. Soon after I received the comment, I immediately had a plot line in my mind, and started writing. I hope you like it!
Aegon and Arya will meet again in the next chapter, and I have been impatient for the exciting reunion.
