Joffrey hadn't expected that lie to work so well, guess the Starks were as gullible as they looked.

'Steps of consummation.' What swill. Swill Arya drank easily enough.

Joffrey didn't like Arya very much. He found her unladylike, disobedient, rude, and had too many qualities of a boy. Yet his father found it fitting to marry him off to her, something about unifying with the Starks. Joffrey could give a shit about the Starks.

Still though, he found her attractive enough, maybe not traditionally so like her sister, but her round face, small frame, and even rounder arse enticed the prince.

He had every intention of taking the girl roughly by force if she resisted, that was his right as a husband, but he found this way funnier. A little deception can go a long way.

"Kneel at the foot of the bed." Joffrey ordered. Arya glared at him and hesitated for a moment before obeying, walking to the foot of the bed and sinking to her knees. Joffrey moved to stand between her and the bed, here eyeline with his crotch. Her eyes danced between the bulge growing in his underwear, and the blonde's green eyes. "Unless you want to be here all night, I suggest you pull down my small clothes."

"I know what to do." She lied. Arya apprehensively brought her hands to the waist of his undergarments. She slid them down his skinny legs, revealing his blond patch pf pubic hairs, and the sizable cock and balls hanging from it. Her eyes widened a bit. This was certainly much more...detailed than the drawings the Septa had shown her. Veins ran up the side of it, and the head was red - it almost looked angry. His balls sat under his shaft, swinging slightly as Joffrey shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"Are they all this size?" She asked, looking up at him. He just laughed.

"Hardly." He said smugly. "And mines are not even fully hard yet. Stroke me."

Arya stared at his cock discerningly, before reaching out her small hand, and wrapping it around his shaft. She experimentally ran her hand back and forth along his length, feeling the contours and details of his cock. It was warm in her hand, and weightier than she thought it'd be. At first her fingers were touching, but as he grew and hardened in her palm, her hand couldn't even wrap around it fully.

"Peel the head back." Joffrey instructed. Arya gave him a confused look, before examining his cock again. She saw that his cock head was enveloped in a wrap of skin. While holding him steady with one hand, she used her other to run over his cock head, pulling back his foreskin, and fully revealing his manhood to her.

"I...do I really have to put this in my mouth?" Arya said, sounding like she wasn't to fond of the prospect

"It is tradition." Joffrey lied easily, trying to make himself sound put out about it. "You think I want to be inside your nasty mouth?"

He actually very much did.

"My mouth isn't nasty!" Arya hissed. "No nasty than your thing!"

"Cock."

"Whatever!"

Joffrey realized he'd have to take initiative here, which was fine by him. He gently placed his hand on the top of Arya's head, almost as if petting her. She looked up him confused until he curled his fingers into her hair, pulling it at the scalp. Arya hissed in pain, her hands immediately going to his wrist.

"Hey! What are you-"

*WHAP*

Arya's mouth hung open, her brain trying to register what just happened, register that Joffrey just slapped her across the face with his cock.

"Did you just-"

*WHAP*

Joffrey did it again, this time striking her left cheek with his cock head.

"Would you-"

WHAP

"Stop-"

WHAP

"That!"

Joffrey continued to bounce his cock off of Arya's upturned face, cockhead bouncing of her cheeks, nose, forehead and lips. Eventually let go of his wrist in her hair, and tried to block the blows with her hands.

"This would go easier, if you just opened your mouth, and did your duty." Joffrey frowned at her. Despite his frown, he was enjoying battering her face with his manhood. He grabbed the base of his cock firmly, and lined his tip with her lips. She held them closed tightly, like a child not wanting to eat. "We'll be here all night if you keep this up."

Arya once again glared at him, but his words made sense to her. Her stubbornness was prolonging the process. Slowly, she parted her lips for Joffrey, who didn't need much more of an invitation. He pressed his hips forward, tip of his member sliding into her mouth. Arya gasped in surprise as her tongue came into contact with his manhood for the first time.

Joffrey just held himself in her mouth a bit, giving her a moment to get used to it. Despite herself, Arya experimentally ran her tongue over his tip, tasting him. It was a bit salty, but not unpleasant on its own. She looked up at him, unsure what to do next. Luckily, Joffrey was sure.

Sliding his hand to the back of her head, Joffrey applied pressure, pushing her forwards onto his length. Arya's eyes widened as more of his cock filled her mouth. She tried pulling back, but his grip on her head was too strong. His cock continuously crammed into her small mouth, until his head tickled the back of her throat. She looked at him, trying to maintain a glare, but concern was evident in her eyes. Surely he saw that she could fit no more.

"You're going to need to relax." He groaned out. "It'll be easier for you if you do."

'Relax? RELAX?! How can I relax with trying to make me swallow your stupid cock whole?!' She thought as Joffrey began to pull her head forward even more. She thought about biting him, but her jaw was stretched so wide, she could barely move it. She beat on his thighs with her fists as he slithered into her throat, inch by inch.

"HARRRCCK!" Arya gagged loudly when his manhood pressed in her throat. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to hold on - by this point she was gripping Joffrey's thighs hard enough to bruise. She couldn't imagine why someone would be subjected to this on their wedding day. Was this some form of hazing? This was why she hated traditions.

With only a few more inches of his cock to go, Joffrey decided to thrust the rest of his length home, and in one swoop, his member was buried completely in her throat, her nose pressed to his blonde pubic hairs, and her bottom lip lightly kissing his testicles.

Arya's throat visibly bulged as it tried to accommodate Joffrey's length and thickness. The gods must have been right bastards, to make Joffrey as horrid as he was AND give him a thick prick. Arya could do nothing but sputter and gag around him, drool running down her chin and dripping onto her bare chest. Joffrey held her there for half a minute or so, just long enough for Arya's vision to start to go starry. He then slowly extracted himself from her throat, until his tip was just inside. He looked at him hatefully, but she could barely see him through her tears and lightheadedness.

"Don't worry. I don't want to be here anymore than you. I'll make sure to go quickly." He told her as if he was doing her a favor. He brought both hands to the side of her, and thrust forward back into her throat. Arya was only just able to take a deep breath before her throat was plugged again. Joffrey began to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of her mouth rapidly.

"GLARCCK...GLURCK...HRUCK...HGRUCK…"

Arya could do nothing but kneel there wide eyed as he hammered in and out of her throat with no abandon. Joffrey was breathing heavily, gripping her hair tightly at the scalp. He stepped forward, nearly doubled over Arya's head as he continued to face fuck her. The angle forced Arya's head to crane upwards meaning Joffrey was thrusting downwards into her open throat unabated. This forced Arya to have to hold herself upright using her hands, or risk Joffrey potentially falling on top of her.

"Almost there...Almost there." Joffrey grunted. He pulled her head to meet his thrusts, her nose repeatedly smacking against his pelvis. Spit and drool shot out the corners of her mouth as his dick disappeared and reappeared through her lips. "Almost….THERE!"

Joffrey shouted the last word, as his balls tightened, and a torrent of cum shot down Arya's throat. Her eyes crossed as his cock pulsed and expanded, as he seed went directly into her stomach. He shot two more powerful spurts down her throat, before pulling back, sliding his cockhead to rest in her mouth. He shot another large load, coating her tongue and filling her cheeks. He pulled himself out of her mouth, his last shots of cum hitting her on the chin, cheeks, and a bit on her forehead.

She closed her mouth and her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk as she held his cum in her mouth, too dazed to do anything. Joffrey grabbed the top of her head and made her look up at her.

"Make sure to swallow. It's a part of the tradition." Joffrey instructed. She had enough consciousness about her to send him a glare, but she did as instructed, sloshing his seed around in her mouth a bit, before swallowing. The thickness of his load made it difficult, but she managed to get it down eventually.

"Erp.." Arya burped before sticking out her tongue showing her vacant mouth with an 'ahhhhh'. Joffrey wrinkled his nose, and let go of Arya's hair, almost causing her to fall forward before she caught herself with her hands.

"You're horribly unladylike." He said disdainfully.

"And you're….and arse." Arya returned, voice hoarse.

"Hm, Lovely." Joffrey said sarcastically, sitting on the back edge of the bed.

"You nearly killed me!" Arya growled, anger rising.

"Oh don't be so dramatic." Joffrey said, waving his hand dismissively. "I did you a favor. If I left it to your devices, we wouldn't have gotten past step one by morn. Speaking of, we have two more steps to get through."

"Already?"

"Would you rather wait, and prolong all of this?"

Arya hated to admit he had a point. She really didn't. "What now?" She asked, wiping her mouth. Joffrey smiled again, which Arya picked up as not a very good thing.

"Now, you must use sacred technique of the Seven to bring me completion, as by-"

"Tradition, yeah. What exactly is this sacred technique?"

"That's simple." Joffrey said. He shifted back until he was laying flat on the large bed. He spread his legs, and lifted them in the air, arse spreading apart, showing her his puckered hole.

"What are you doing?" Arya asked, appalled. Joffrey didn't answer, just looked at her expectantly with a raised eyebrow. Slowly the confusion left Arya's face. "You're kidding."

"It is tradition."

"Fuck off. You can't possibly expect me to use my mouth there! It's dirty!"

"I'll have you know that I bathe everyday, unlike you Northerners." Joffrey bragged. "I'm as clean as they come."

"How would that even make you finish?" Arya asked, trying to find an out.

"You really didn't pay attention to your Septa." Joffrey said, shaking his head. "There's more than one way to finish off a man."

"No. Mo I won't do it. This is insane." Arya said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It is our duty!"

"Fuck duty!" Arya yelled, " I seem to be the only one whose duty is humiliating."

"Honestly, you Northerners are quite prude." Joffrey complained. "Very well. If that's the case, then we'll just go to bed now."

Arya eyed him suspiciously, confused by his sudden change in insurance.

"Really? Just like that?" Arya pushed.

"Just like that." Joffrey replied. "We'd just have to go through all of this again with an audience."

Arya's eyebrows shot to her hairline. "What do you mean audience?"

"Well, if we don't fulfill our consummation duties, we will be made to once again engage in them, this time with the audience of our fathers, and a Maester."

Joffrey's words were half true. That WAS a custom within Westeros...half a millennium ago. But his lies had the intended effect, Arya face screwing into a horrified scowl.

"T-they can't make us do that!" She all but shrieked.

"The can, and they will." Joffrey shrugged.

Arya screwed her eyes closed. She couldn't believe any of this was real. She never intended to even get married, and now here she was expected to degrade herself in the name of it. She thought of her parents and if they had to go through such horrible nonsense. She then realized the thought of her parents engaged in any kind of sexual act made her a bit queasy. Still, she didn't want to do this, but she ESPECIALLY didn't want to do any of this with her father, or anyone else watching for that matter.

"C-can't we just say we did." Arya tried, looking at Joffrey with the softest eyes she'd given him all night.

"They'll know." He said, shaking his head. That was of course a lie - how could they possibly know something like this. Still, she clearly believed him, because she let out a haggard sigh and said.

"Okay."

Joffrey grinned full of teeth, and shifted on the bed again, lifting his legs once more. Begrudgingly, Arya got on the bed herself, laying on her stomach and sliding up to position herself between his open legs. She looked at her target apprehensively, closer than she ever thought she'd be to a man's taint.

It winked at her.

"Oh that's vile!" She hissed.

"Not as vile as what you're about to do" He riposted. "Now get to work."

Joffrey reached out, and grabbed Arya's hair, and pulled her face forward, burying her nose into his sack. Arya involuntarily snorted, inhaling a deep whiff of his balls. At least he wasn't lying - he smelled clean, nice even - clearly wearing some kind of expensive perfume. Joffrey rubbed her face into her balls, before pressing her face downwards, until her lips were centimeters from his asshole.

'I can't believe I'm doing this. I knew I was right to never want to get married!'

She shakily extended her tongue, pressing it against the prince's hole. She was once again pleasantly surprised - as one could be in a situation like this - that he tasted clean. In fact, it felt like she was licking someone's closed fist. She looked up at him, though really all she got was an eyeful of his scrotum.

"Don't be shy now. Get in there." Joffrey pressed. He pushed his head further between his legs, forcing the flat of her tongue against him. With her mission clear, and not much in ways of escape, Arya did her duty. She lapped at his puckered hole, running her tongue up and down, and round the hole. She prodded her tongue at tentatively, which elicited a loud groan from him.

"Stoke me." He gasped. His cock had been resting against his stomach, but had filled with blood and hardened at her ministrations and stood up ramrod straight. Arya reached up and grabbed his length, still wet with her spit and drool, and began to stroke him up and down while she continued to lick him.

Arys would never, ever admit it - but she didn't mind this act, she even enjoyed it a bit. In contrast to having her throat used, Arya was in control here; she lapped and licked him at her leisure, and stroked his cock gingerly, experimenting with speed, and technique. She wasn't too skilled at all of this in an objective sense, but from the way Joffrey squirmed and groaned, he was not complaining. That only made her go at it more vigorously and eagerly. If she was going to do something so humiliating, it was better that SHE was the one controlling it - her agency mattered very much to her after all.

Joffrey on his end couldn't believe this was all even working. The Northerners were truly a gullible lot. He envisioned what else he could get her to do throughout the course of their marriage, but he was getting ahead of himself. At present, the Stark girl was tonguing his ass like it was her last meal. He let out a groan as his balls tightened once more, and he came straight up into the air, arching his hips off the bed, pushing himself deeper into Arya's face and tongue. She didn't seem to mind or even notice, as she stroked him even faster, hand becoming a blur and tongue delving deeper into his lower warmth. Joffrey's seed landed on top of her hair and on his belly, raining down on them.

Arya again didn't seem to notice, continuing to stroke and lick him. Joffrey actually had to push her head back to stop, her tongue still wiggling in the air for half a second before she realized what happened.

"That's enough." Joffrey gasped out. "Gods woman, are you trying to kill me. Arya felt a tinge of pride at the state she'd left Joffrey in, cum splattering his stomach as he lay splayed on the bed. She took it as a small victory - a strange, backwards victory, but a victory nonetheless. She wiped her mouth and sat on her heels.

"You sure you have enough energy for the next step?" She taunted.

"Step? Oh right, of course, step. *ahem* of course." Joffrey said, rolling to his side. "Get up here. Lay on your back."

Seeing the finish in sight, Arya obeyed without any push back. She laid down on the bed legs slightly spread, as Joffrey hovered over her. Joffrey stroked himself, and as his cock once again grew to its impressive size, anxiety filled Arya. The main course. She was always warned that it would hurt, that there would be blood. Arya wasn't afraid of a little pain - she received enough cuts and bruises practicing sword with her brothers to not flinch at a flesh wound, but this was different. Something inside her would be tearing, be torn apart - what if it never healed properly she thought, what if she bleed out? It didn't help that Joffrey's cock was the equivalent of a broadsword.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle, I know you're delicate" Joffrey said gently. Arya's eyes flashed at him, and she scowled.

"I'm NOT delicate." She gritted out. How dare he - she wasn't some delicate lady, she wasn't made of glass. She was a wolf.

"It's not your fault." Joffrey continued. "All ladies are."

"Well I'm not 'all ladies'."

Joffrey didn't suddenly grow concerned for his wife's well being. He was purposely goading her, baiting her. He fully intended to ride her hard, but he was going to make her ask for it. And she was taking the bait so beautifully, face growing red with frustration as he talked to her like she was helpless. He had learned a bit about her in the time they were forced to spend together prior to their union, and one thing that was for certain is that she HATED people seeing her as weak and helpless.

"It'll hurt." He said, which was one of the more honest things he said all night.

"I don't care. I'm not afraid of some pain. I'm not afraid of your cock." She said adamantly.

"I just-"

"Fuck you Baratheon!" She cut him off, frustration boiling over. "Fuck you! Just do it! I'm not scared of it. I'm not scared of any-THGGGG!"

Joffrey cut her off by jamming his cock into her to the hilt, No ceremony, no warning, he drove his hips forwards, tearing through her maidenhead in one hard thrust. Arya wailed out, eyes wide, legs kicking wildly on the sides of his hips.

"F-fuck!" She cried out, womanhood burning as it was brutally stretched by his manhood.

"Ladies shouldn't curse." Joffrey chastised, as he drew his hips back, several inches, and thrust back into her HARD. Arya yelped out hands splayed to her side gripping the bedsheets for dear life. She was in pain, there was no denying that, but she wasn't going to give Joffrey of all people the satisfaction. She gritted her teeth together, and glared at him almost rebelliously. Joffrey just smiled at her, before he began to FUCK her.

Planting his hands on the side of her head, he began to rapidly thrust in and out of her cunt with long powerful strokes. Arya's body shook with each thrust, squeaks and gasps being forced out of her. Her small tits bounced and the bed rocked as he rode her hard, their crotches smacking together loudly and the sound filling the room. After a while, the pain and burning between her legs fade, and began to to be replaced with a pleasure that was unknown to her before. Her cunt became slick, making Joffrey's job easier as he slid in and out of her. Joffrey fell down to his elbows, pressing his and Arya's chest together, and rested his chin on her shoulder. The new angle allowed for him to drive into her more rapidly, hips bouncing up and down, and back flexing. Despite herself Arya couldn't keep herself quite, Joffrey was drawing thing out of her that she didn't know existed

"UNHGUNHGUNG- FUCK! FUCK!" She screamed loudly, Arms clawing at his back. She squeezed her eyes closed as something built in the pit of her stomach, something that was boiling over.

"AGGGGGGGHHNNNNG!" She screamed as the very first orgasm of her life ripped through her body. Her whole body seized up, which startled Joffrey, He pulled back to watch her, her body shaking and writhing in front of him. He watched mesmerized as she went completely rigid, and then limp, breathing heavily, chest rising and falling. Joffrey was so concerned with his own pleasure the whole night, that he never realized the miracle that was the female orgasm.

"Do that again." He whispered.

"I-I don't think I c-can." Arya gasped, not even knowing what just hit her. "I don't know how."

That was not the answer Joffrey wanted to hear. He pulled out of her, leaving Arya feeling empty. This was only a brief moment however, as she found herself flipped onto her stomach. Joffrey grabbed her by the hips and drew them into the air, before slamming back into her. Arya squealed as he railed her from behind, still hypersensitive from her orgasm moments prior.

"Again. Again. AGAIN!" Joffrey chanted like a spoiled child as he fucked, her ass jiggling and clapping against his pelvis. He reigned down slaps to her ass cheeks with one hand, while pushing her face into the mattress with the other. Arya could do nothing but moan weakly, as another orgasm built within her, giving the prince what he wanted.

For the next several hours, Joffrey and Arya consummated their marriage in every way possible. Joffrey manhandled her around the room, bending her any way he wanted, fucking her hard and fast. Arya was far to gone and exhausted to put up any form of resistance, and allowed him to freely have his way from her, not that she was complaining. He extracted 4 orgasms from her before he came himself, pumping his seed deep in her. It would be a miracle if they didn't conceive that night.

After 7 mind blowing orgasms from Arya, and 2 more from Joffrey himself, did they finally collapse in the bed, limbs tangled, covered in sweat on other bodily fluids. Arya's eyes had rolled up into her head at some point, her mumbling incoherently as her body slightly twitched. Joffrey gave her a chaste kiss to the temple.

"Goodnight wife." He whispered in her ear, before rolling over and drifting off to sleep, dreaming of his future with his new wife.

Arya limped into her family's chambers later in the morning, right as they were finishing up breakfast. She didn't much attempt to make herself presentable, merely washing the residual of Joffrey's seed out of her hair and skin. She looked a right mess, in no small part to Joffrey deciding to wake her up my fucking her into the mattress.

Her family all looked at her pitying, knowing this was typically how brides were left after their wedding night. Arya sat down, groaning in soreness, and began to pick at some fruit.

"How are you feeling Arya." Robb asked sympathetically.

"Like a married woman." She responded sarcastically. Arya hoped that whenever Robb got married, he'd treat his bride better.

"I do hope that the prince wasn't too rough with you." Catelyn said, looking at Arya with worry.

"Nothing I couldn't handle." She replied defensively.

"So...how was it?" Sansa asked, cheeks slightly pink and leaning forward with interest.

"Sansa!" Their mother reprimanded in shock.

"Now now Cat." Ned placated. "Let them talk of these things. We are all family here, and the wedding night is something we all have been through, or will go through."

"I didn't know consummation was so complicated and a chore." Arya admitted.

"Complicated?" Theon said dubiously. "It's the simplest thing on earth."

"How would you know, you're not married!" Arya said hotly. "I mean, I could barely fit Joffrey into my mouth!"

Robb sputtered the drink he was drinking, coughing violently, while Ned and Catelyn were gobsmacked at their daughter's words."

"You...used your mouth on him?" Catelyn asked, scandalized. Arya gave her a confused look.

"Of course I did." She answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She hoped her mother's memory wasn't failing as she was getting older.

"Arya! It-it is not proper for you to-to." Catelyn sputtered, face red.

"Erm...Now Cat, what Arya...engaged with with her husband is completely natural." Ned tried.

"Will I have to use my mouth on my husband?" Sansa asked.

"Of course you will." Arya responded. And here she thought Sansa paid attention to septa Mordane "You should probably find a way to practice now."

"ARYA!" Catelyn screeched. Arya wasn't sure why her mother was getting so upset. They were the ones who married her off. She was just speaking of it!

"I will say, I didn't mind the technique of the Sevens." Arya said honestly.

"T-the what?" Ned asked, face pale.

"When I licked his arse of course?"

The next sound heard in the room was the clattering sound of Catelyn's goblet hitting the floor as she fainted.

"Cat!" Ned yelled rounding the table. The rest of her family hovered over her mother trying to assist her, while Arya was confused as to what just happened.

Marriage was complicated to say the least.