CRASH INTO ME
Chapter 17: Igniting
*I am reposting this because I made some revisions in the smut scene to make it better.
*Credits to Boramir from for the suggesting ideas about how to formulate the terms stated in the council meeting. I appreciate your help! Thank you so much!
Gendry
So why can't we just have fun and enjoy ourselves now?
Arya's unexpected indecent proposal had been haunting his thoughts ever since he departed her bedchambers earlier that day. Even as dusk started bleeding out through the skies, the talons of her words still continued to dig deeper into his system, threatening to cut off his tethers to the reality. The gods knew how much he tried to maintain his presence during the interrogations in the bowels of the Red Keep.
He was well aware that it wasn't really technically the first time she'd presented him with an indecent proposal as he could still recall how she had told him back in the library of Winterfell that she wanted him to be the one to take her maidenhead. But Gendry knew that what she just told him today held more weight than her reckless, spontaneous request in the past.
She was practically telling him earlier that she wanted to fuck him for fun, for god's sake. And being fully aware of himself for having a rakish reputation in the past, what with the women he'd taken to bed and fucked, surely he knew what kind of fun she'd meant.
But why did her words leave a bitter impression on him if he was already so used to this kind of fun?
He could feel his traitorous heart doing those summersaults again. They'd only ever happen whenever his thoughts would drift back to her. She'd always do that to him—make him feel all kinds of things that he couldn't even comprehend.
She wanted fun, and he could give her fun. But for some unknown reason, he hated the word with every fiber of his being.
Why in the ever loving fuck was he so bothered? Why did it feel like his heart was breaking when she said she only wanted to fuck him for fun?
It hurt him with a passion, it was almost as if he was already in lo—
Fuck no.
He abruptly stopped his thoughts before they could go further down that rabbit hole of complications.
Stop. Just fucking stop. He chided himself internally.
He blinked and clenched his fists in an attempt to align himself back to the present. He also swallowed the invisible lump on his throat for good measure as his eyes focused back on Kale interrogating one of the men who kidnapped Arya.
The man they were currently interrogating wasn't really that great of a help. His blank, confused looks gave away his lack of deeper knowledge about what the kidnapping really entailed. Only the promise of a generous payment and the information that they were supposed to give Arya as a gift to Ramsay Bolton were the major key points from the interrogation.
Kale and Soren even threatened to resort to harsher means of extracting the truth out of him, but as expected, they were unsuccessful. The man looked dumb enough to know anything more of importance.
"That's enough." Gendry commanded his spies, finally standing up to his full height and towering over the now cowering man who was chained to his seat.
He gave the man an intimidating look, controlling the urge to put his hands around his neck and strangle the truth from him.
Gendry was still livid about what they did to Arya but he also knew that unleashing the hideous monster that was his fury into the world would only lead him to the point of no return. He still had to adhere to a fair trial and punishment, especially since this idiot here clearly did not have any clue as to the extent of Myranda's machinations.
"Send him back to his cell." He curtly ordered the dungeon guards who were standing behind him and his spies.
When it was only the three of them left inside the interrogation room, he finally turned to Kale and Soren, "We'll start interrogating Myranda tomorrow. It's late and I am expected at the banquet tonight. You lads better retire early tonight or do whatever it is you have to do to release all your tension. Tomorrow's going to be a handful, I'm sure."
A side of Kale's lips curled, "We'd love to tell you to do the same, Your Grace, but we all know that's a moot point."
He released a sigh, but let out a boyish laugh nonetheless, "I'd have a drink with you lot if I wasn't so caught up with my other duties. So just go and have some of those Arbor wine for me, yeah?"
"I'm sure we'll have that time as soon as all of this is over." Soren said.
"And the sooner, the fucking better." He groaned, running a hand along his face.
Since he no longer had the time to thoroughly groom himself, he could already feel the sharp growth of beard along his jaw.
Great. How unappealing of him to resemble a rugged pirate instead of a respectable prince on the evening he was supposed to entertain the nobility.
If he was given the choice, he'd rather not attend the banquet. He was dead tired and still feeling the remnants of his hangover from last night. But since it was his obligation to meet the rest of the lords and ladies that arrived that day, he had no choice but to comply.
He barely even had the time for a decent bath before he started setting off once more to the Great Hall and entertain their highborn guests.
Arya's absence during the banquet was already understandable. It was Ser Barristan who'd told him during their trip to the Great Hall that Ser Arys was already guarding her bedchamber that night because she seemed to have already gone to sleep.
Gendry had also ordered for a maester to look at her wounds and bruises after she ate her lunch and the maester had relayed to him that her bruises were just superficial and she only needed to convalesce for the remainder of the week to regain her strength.
That would mean letting her stay in her bedchambers for at least five days to rest. Heading out into the other facilities of the Red Keep was still ill-advised.
The maester's instructions seemed only fair enough, considering the atrocities she'd gone through in the hands of her abductors, most especially that brute who tried to force himself on her. Even thinking about it and what could have happened to her had they not arrived on time still made him see red.
He wasn't sorry for giving him the death penalty. That criminal rightly deserved it. And Nymeria taking the life out of his very eyes seemed grotesquely satisfying enough.
So Gendry didn't so much as mind her retiring early that night. If anything, he wanted to see her recuperate from the day's events so that she'd have more energy in the following weeks to come for what he had in store for her.
He'd promised to show her his world, so that's what he was more than willing to follow through.
Arya
FIVE DAYS LATER
It came as a surprise to her that she was able to sleep through her first night at the Red Keep, and in the subsequent nights after that, without so much as a nightmare to haunt her about what had transpired at the beach with her captors.
She even woke up on the fifth day to the sun shining on her face and the wind gently breezing through her bare neck.
The balmy wind felt like a blanket of serenity.
She had such a long, dreamless and peaceful sleep. She wasn't sure if this was the effect of that potion the maester had prescribed her until the small bottle was depleted, or the fact that she was finally reunited with Gendry—the sole object of her lustful fantasies.
God, if he only knew all the things she'd done to herself while thinking of him.
He was such a perfect distraction from all the trauma caused by that kidnapper who had overpowered her that she'd been touching herself every night on her featherbed before she slept. The release of her happy hormones was sufficient enough for her healing.
She'd never been more grateful to Gendry and his retinue of spies and soldiers for rescuing her that day and he'd never looked more breathtakingly powerful as when his relentless sentencing had passed through those lips.
She wasn't even sorry about how it had ended up for that fucking pervert. The only regret she ever felt was not having had the opportunity to gut him herself.
The paranoia over the potential open threats to her safety was always there at the precipice of her thoughts, but she also couldn't deny the fact that she was already feeling very safe where she was now because she knew that Gendry would never let anything happen to her while she was under his roof.
The obvious addition to her security being Ser Arys guarding her the entire time she was inside her bedchambers. And of course, she had Nymeria staying with her and guarding her as she slept.
She refused to let her direwolf be kept inside a kennel while staying at the Red Keep, so she met halfway with their negotiations of letting her wolf stay inside her chambers during the day.
At least her chambers were large enough for her and her direwolf. Large was even an understatement. Her chambers looked like an entire wing in Winterfell. It had its own sleeping area with a featherbed that could accommodate four people, a bathing chamber large enough to fit a square marble pool instead of a tub, a separate privy, an entire closet space that held armoires upon armoires designated for dresses and clothes, a sitting room to entertain guests, a dining area, and a personal office space with a reading nook. It might as well have been an entire house inside the Red Keep that she could use all to herself.
She didn't mind becoming a recluse here if she had all she needed, especially all the food and pastries she wanted to eat, and most especially more books and millions of fluffy pillows to lie on while reading.
She already even spent all her five days reading the smutty novels she had sneaked into her trunk. Those volumes of delicious, smutty books were an advanced wedding present from Sansa. Arya never told her sister the extent of her desires for Gendry, but it seemed like Sansa was able to read into her expressions and gestures whenever she would receive those letters from him, despite her being as discreet as she possibly could.
If anything, Arya wasn't at all complaining. There was no use trying uphold a façade of prudence, not when her thoughts were becoming filthier and filthier the more she read those smutty books. In fact, they were even very helpful to her imagination and it made Arya want to put all those theories she learned into practice and apply it on Gendry.
As she was just about to finish stretching her arms and giving herself one final big yawn to rid her system of sleep, her eye suddenly caught something glinting on her dresser.
Her curiosity made her saunter faster than she could have imagined and before she knew it, she was already standing before said glinting object that actually turned out to be two shiny new daggers. Twin brown straps held the blade sheaths and she already knew that they were meant for her thighs without doing a double take.
And underneath her shiny new things was a piece of parchment with the familiar wax seal of a bull.
She opened it and could not stop herself from smiling:
A,
Here's something to add to your collection. I just finished them last night.
I hope they are to your liking.
Wear them on your thighs underneath your dress whenever you head out of your bedchambers.
And I'd like to be the only one who gets to remove them when I hike up your dress before I happily feast on you.
See you in the Council Room later. Ser Arys will be escorting you there.
Yours for always,
G~
P.S. Please make sure to eat your breakfast before heading to the Council Room. You need all the energy for the day ahead.
Arya's heart wanted to burst to the seams at the rush of unknown but welcome emotions she was feeling. Gendry always did that to her, and she was helpless to stop herself from whatever it was she was already feeling for him.
Her two new shiny daggers were indeed to her liking. And the thought of Gendry removing them from underneath her skirts was enough to make her sensitive bud throb with more need.
Upon her arrival at the Council Room, Gendry initiated the gesture of instantly standing up to greet her, even if it meant stopping mid-sentence.
The rest of the council members followed him suit and made a bow to her while greeting her with 'My Lady.'
She curtsied awkwardly in response before she continued walking to the direction of Gendry's place at the head of the table where an empty seat was already waiting for her right beside him.
She noticed that King Robert and her father were seated on the other end of the table.
Gendry smiled widely, his dimple visible to her, as if she was the only person present in the room. He then took her hand and planted a soft kiss at the back of her palm. There was no denying the devotion reflecting in his azure eyes, and no doubt the rest of the people inside the Council Room saw his blatant display of affection.
But he seemed unfazed by the fact that they had an audience. He just kept looking at her as if it had been years since they'd last seen each other, when in fact, he'd been visiting her in her chambers the past few days she was recuperating. Most of the time, he would have lunch and dinner with her, especially if he was not busy with his responsibilities. He'd even bring in some desserts for them to enjoy after their meals.
As for Arya, it was her first time venturing outside her bedchambers in five days. It was somewhat refreshing to finally see new faces from the council members as the only people she'd seen so far were her family, the rotation of Kingsguards, and Gendry.
The council discussion soon resumed after all of them finally took their seats.
As expected, Arya was asked to rehash the events of her abduction in the most detailed way she could, which she willingly obliged. Anything to help Gendry in this investigation. After all, it wasn't her intention to be such a burden on the early days of her stay in her new home.
Her statement was properly documented by Samwell Tarly. Once she was done retelling her version of what had happened, Gendry finally told them his terms in order to avoid waging an unnecessary war against the Boltons.
"As it turns out, after hours of interrogation and careful deliberation, Myranda orchestrated Arya's abduction on her own in some sick way of trying to impress Ramsay Bolton. She knew Ramsay was obsessed with Arya and in an attempt to win his favor, Myranda hired some accomplices to capture Arya and give her away to Ramsay. For her crimes, I've sentenced her to a minimum of twenty-five years in a reformation convent for women prisoners near the borders of the Reach. She may be set free after that time or her sentence may change and have a few more years added, depending on how she behaves in the convent. But she is never to set foot again in King's Landing, or anywhere near Arya and her family.
"Since Myranda has mentioned about conspiring with soldiers from the Twins, I am summoning Lord Walder Frey to King's Landing, or if he is too weak to travel, whoever son is next in line for inheriting the lordship. I will interrogate them about their involvement to Myranda's plot, and I will make their house swear fealty to the crown, and ally with us in the event of war.
"Should the Freys refuse to cooperate, I will order the Tullys to raise their banners in the name of the Baratheons and the Starks, and lay siege to the Twins. I will have the Tullys establish strong siege-castles to prevent anyone from leaving the Twins by land on either side of the river.
"As for the North, I will send word for Robb Stark to call the Northern banners and post reliable men at Moat Cailin to prevent any southern conspirators from intervening and reaching the Dreadfort. I will also have Robb and the rest of the Northern banners make a treaty and swear fealty to the crown, including the Dreadfort. Any breach of this treaty will automatically result in the stripping off of the rights and lordship of whoever would attempt to go against the crown. They will be charged with treason and the head of the house and his family will be sentenced to banishment from the Seven Kingdoms."
Gendry spoke these terms in all seriousness as the rest of the council listened to him attentively. Any hint of that fondness that Arya had seen in him when she arrived at the council room earlier was gone.
She'd never heard him speak so many words at once in front of many people, and it amazed her how much authority he commanded with his tone. He was indeed speaking like a true king.
"If you have any objections, you better raise it now or forever hold your peace." He added.
Arya looked at each of the faces of the council members, including King Robert and her father. They all seemed satisfied by those terms, but Gendry still allowed a few generous seconds for anyone to raise their objections. Even Arya was left speechless. She honestly could not find any objections to his terms. When they all gave their unanimous approvals, Gendry finally concluded their meeting.
Before King Robert and her father left the Council Room, the king asked Gendry, "Are you sure you're not coming with us to go hunting in the Kingswood, Gendry? Our party leaves in an hour."
Gendry firmly shook his head, "You'll be gone for three to four days. I can't afford to be away that long. Besides, I'm taking some time off for a few days myself to spend them with Arya."
At the mention of her name, he took a few seconds to look at her while flashing a smile before turning back to his father.
His reason was enough to convince King Robert to agree with his decision.
"Well, son. I can't argue with that. You're due for a time off anyway. Help her get acquainted with the Red Keep, then." King Robert said, giving Gendry a pat on the back before the King smiled at Arya.
He was such in a good mood. In fact, the King was always in a good mood whenever he would see her and Gendry together.
"We'll see you in a few days, Arya." Her father told her affectionately.
As soon as the King and her father left, Arya and Gendry were finally alone for the first time that day.
Arya would have wanted to show how much she appreciated his gift by kissing him senseless in the mouth before pushing him back on his seat to ride his lap but she just realized that the doors to the council room were still left open.
So instead of acting on her impulse, she just sneakily walked towards him to steal a quick peck on his cheek. It was quite a challenging task considering how tall he was and she essentially had to rise on her tip toes.
Gendry was taken aback by the sneak attack and she could have sworn she noticed a tinge of red on his cheeks.
How this big oaf could still blush like a maiden was already beyond her.
"I honestly love the shiny new daggers you've given me. Thank you so much, Gendry. They really meant a lot to me." She finally said, smiling widely. She had to tilt her head up to look at him.
Gendry was finally able to gain his composure. He looked down to meet her gaze, something like wickedness flashing in his eyes. "Are you wearing them underneath your dress?" His voice was dangerously low.
Arya bravely held his lingering stare. "I am. And I'm suddenly more inclined to prefer dresses now over breeches while prancing about in the Red Keep. Because, you know, dresses would hide these pretty daggers better. I also remember someone telling me they wanted to be the only one who'll get to remove them from me. I honestly cannot wait for them to put their hands underneath my skirt and carefully remove them before feasting on me."
At her words, Gendry suddenly closed the distance between them. He then slowly slid an arm around her waist to draw her even closer until their bodies touched. "Careful now, Stark…" He warned, his grin getting darker.
"Or what, Baratheon? What are you going to do to me?" She countered, raising an eyebrow to challenge him while her hands were slowly drifting through the contours of his chest.
"I might just start feasting on my dessert on this very table before I could even eat my breakfast."
"Why don't you, then?" She encouraged.
Arya could feel the sparks igniting between them at their exchange and she knew their teasing wasn't just for nothing anymore.
She was expecting him to start ravaging her with his kisses, but he instead turned his focus on her neck. Of course. She should have already known that it was his favorite thing to do.
His nose and lips took their time tracing her pulse points until he finally stopped at her ear. "I want to be able to savor my dessert thoroughly. Or else it will be over too soon. Besides, we both know the doors to this room are still wide open. Anyone could just walk in on us. I don't want anyone one else to see my own feast. It's all mine. I am selfish like that."
Arya released an annoyed sigh at the reminder. Then she finally rested her forehead on his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. "You're right. It might even be over before we even started. And I'm pretty sure my mother would lock me up in my bedchambers until I'm eighty years old, which is such a bummer, really, considering how badly I wanted to show you how much I appreciate your gift."
She felt his chin moving to rest on the tops of her head while his thumbs were lazily caressing the back of her waist. The gesture was more affectionate now than the lustful tension moments ago.
"How do you plan on showing me how much you appreciate my gift?"
Arya didn't move to meet his eyes. She just remained resting on his chest as she finally mustered the courage to reply, "I would have fucked you into oblivion by now. I wasn't bluffing when I said I wanted to have that kind of fun with you… I want to feel what it's like without the weight of compulsory marital obligations. I want it as it is… just sex… and fun… and I want to do it with you…I always have." She finally confessed. "I want you so much, Gendry. And I want only you."
She hadn't realized that her heart was already hammering so intensely inside her chest and she wished that Gendry didn't notice her nerves. But it was now or never. She just needed him to know how badly she wanted him.
She knew her words had rendered Gendry speechless because he went as still as a rock after she dropped her proposition.
Her heart was still beating wildly at their closeness. But she was certain she could also feel Gendry's heart doing the same thing.
"Alright, then. I guess we'll have to rectify that as soon as we can." She heard him swallow, before he continued, "Just sex… and fun."
Why did those words feel like vitriol coming out from his mouth? Arya noted.
Before she could face him again and gauge a reaction out of him, they heard the growing sound of footsteps outside the halls.
They had no choice but to pull away if only to avoid getting caught in their sort of compromising position.
Luckily, it was only some of the palace guards doing their routine rounds in the Red Keep. Gendry had explained to her that he had the palace guards double their checkup in every nook and cranny the moment the Winterfell party had arrived.
Once their earlier moment had finally died down, Gendry got back to his seat, looking all business-like as if to remove the residue of desire from his system.
"By the way, I know you'd feel strongly about this but, it is actually required by law that the future Queen of Westeros will have ladies in waiting." Gendry told her tentatively. "And before you start to protest, I'd have you know that I suggested to the council that I'd be the one to personally talk to you about this. And I told them I'd give you free reign to personally handpick your ladies in waiting."
Arya blinked, not having realized that the ladies in waiting were actually part of what she had signed up for. But at least she'd get to choose them.
"That sounds fair enough." She faintly smiled, still somehow grateful to Gendry for thinking about not immediately imposing this matter on her and still valuing her choice above all else. "I'll take my time to discern who I'll be choosing. Can they also train with me? Because I actually plan on continuing my training here, if you don't mind. And I want my ladies in waiting to be able to learn how to fight and defend themselves."
"Of course, Arya. Anything you want. I think that would be a great idea. I was actually about to tell you next that I've also arranged for Ser Brienne to continue your training here. She's more than happy to have you every morning in the practice yard. You can even invite the other girls who are interested to train along with you. Not just your ladies in waiting."
How could Gendry have possibly read her mind?
She didn't hold back her grateful smile this time as she walked to his seat to cup his cheek, loving the roughness of his stubble, "Have I already told you how amazing you are?"
It wasn't even a sarcastic remark. She was genuinely amazed by his ability to be in line with her thoughts regarding important matters.
Then Gendry winked at her with a playful smirk on his lips, a smile that she knew was only reserved for her, "Well, that's because I am the epitome of a storybook prince—I'm made from the colorful dreams of maidens, their father's approval and beautiful sunshine."
Arya had never laughed so hard in her life. His words were just so unexpected that she had to double over to catch her breath, "Gods almighty, Prince Gendry Baratheon is actually spurting jokes now."
It was so refreshing to see him joke about something than brood over his duties and responsibilities.
That evening, Arya was enjoying her pre-bedtime bath in the elegant marble square pool inside her bathing chamber. She'd been submerged in the water for almost an hour now just allowing her thoughts to freely wander around.
Her official first day post-convalescence proved to be productive, with her first ever attendance in the council and with Gendry showing her around the castle, ensuring to introduce her to everyone they came across with.
All things considered, her transition to her new home went on smoothly. She'd been expecting to immediately be immersed into her new role as the crown prince's betrothed, but she was surprised at how Gendry was doing things gradually so as not to overwhelm her.
She was about to close her eyes and contentedly savor what's left of the warmth in the water by leaning her head on the ledge of the pool when she suddenly heard a creaking sound coming from the closet. The faint sound of footsteps then followed and she knew that those footsteps were headed towards her sleeping area.
It was a good thing that she didn't make a sudden reaction that would cause the water to overflow and spill on the floor because the silence in the bathing chamber allowed her to open her senses and not give away her specific location.
Slowly standing up, she carefully emerged out of the pool without making any conspicuous sounds. She took a few moments to wipe herself quickly before donning on her nightclothes and grabbing her daggers from the ledge of the pool.
She no longer had the time to strap them to her thighs so she just slung them to her shoulder.
Her heart made a leap at the uncertainty waiting for her outside her bathing chamber.
Her bare feet did not make a sound as she trudged through the hall leading to her sleeping area, a dagger already positioned on her left hand for fighting off whoever intruder was inside her bedchambers.
As she neared the end of the hall that led to her sleeping area, she stopped and hid in the shadows to survey what lay ahead—only to find Gendry standing before her bedside table, his back to her. His head was ducked low as if he was concentrating on something.
Arya breathed an abundant sigh of relief, shaking her head and tucking her dagger in its sheath. Nymeria not giving a warning bark and possibly already lost in her slumber somewhere in the sitting room would have already proved that the intruder was a familiar friend than a threat. But Arya didn't want to be complacent, not after her ordeal a few days ago.
It was obvious to Arya that Gendry still had not noticed her presence because his attention was closed in on the object he was holding, so she took this chance to sneak on him.
"What are you doing?" She piped in, appearing right in front of him so suddenly.
As expected, Gendry jumped in fright, instinctively shutting the thing in his hands—which was the same smutty book she was currently reading.
Fuck. She internally cursed because she had it bookmarked on the part where sinfully, delicious things were happening between the main character and her love interest.
"Bloody hell, Arya." Came Gendry's annoyed voice, scowling at her. "Do you always sneak up on people like this?"
Arya raised an eyebrow as he looked at him calmly. "Do you always sneak into people's rooms unannounced?"
He sighed, apologetic. "Sorry about that. I was meant to surprise you. Apparently, I was the one who got surprised by your sneak attack."
When he finally had the chance to give her a thorough perusal, he suddenly remarked, "You're wet."
Indeed, she was. Well, her hair was still dripping wet so the droplets might have pooled on her nightclothes. She looked down, noticing that the fabric was rendered translucent from the wet blots on her chest area where her hair ended.
She never missed the way Gendry's eyes were devouring her semi-visible breasts. There was obvious hunger in them.
For the first time that night, she also had the chance to have a closer look at what he was wearing. He wore a loose white tunic and black breeches. Surprisingly, he was lacking his boots, so he came inside her chambers barefoot, as if he was just roaming around the comforts of a familiar place and getting ready for bed. His mop of raven hair was even a messy contrast to his perfectly kept, brushed up hair that morning in the council meeting.
"See something you like?" She teased as she slowly walked closer to his proximity.
"You're wet." He repeated.
She noticed the way his throat was bobbing as he swallowed.
He finally met her eyes but he seemed to find words non-existent. Hers narrowed at him suspiciously.
"I just had a bath. Obviously. Now, tell me why you're in my chambers reading my smutty book."
At the mention of her book, a lascivious smirk replaced his trance-like expression, "This is such a filthy story, Arya. Have you been reading these kinds of books the whole time?"
She shamelessly snatched the book from him and put it back on her bedside table.
"I have… You got a problem with that?"
He beamed wildly, "Not at all, love. In fact, you reading those filthy things turns me on."
Arya carefully hid a smile and shook her head before asking, "What are you really doing here? And where did you come from? I heard you from the closet."
Rather than supply her with a direct answer, he instead grabbed her hand, making sure to hold it tightly.
"Come with me. I have something to show you."
Then he led her back to where he initially emerged from.
As it turned out, there was a secret door in her closet space. It can be accessed through one of the armoires.
"Well, this is neat." She remarked, feeling stupid for not having discovered this secret door when she wandered around her chambers for the first time. "Where are you taking me?"
Gendry led her to a narrow passageway. "You'll see. We're almost there, anyway." He winked.
He led the way, still holding her hand. "Just watch your steps, it's kind of dark."
Arya rolled her eyes even if Gendry could not see it. "Of course." Came her sardonic response.
Light shone through the end of the passageway. When they finally emerged from it, she was surprised to find a decent-sized room filled with bookshelves.
She realized that the secret door was perfectly concealed among one of the shelves.
"What's this place?" She stupidly asked, drinking in the sight before her.
"This is my private office and/or library." Gendry casually replied, stopping for a bit to give her some time to study the place.
She was suddenly curious as to what kind of books Gendry was keeping in his personal stacks.
But before she could peruse through the titles, she felt him tug on her hand, motioning for her to follow him, "But this isn't where I'm taking you. Come on, Arya. Follow me, please." Gendry casually urged on.
They passed through another hallway which finally led to an archway that connected to what she assumed was his sleeping area, considering the large featherbed situated in the far end of the room.
"Wait. Your chambers are just connected to mine?!" She exclaimed in pure shock.
Gendry let out a short laugh at her dumbfounded reaction.
"I'm actually surprised that you just realized this now. I would have thought you'd already done your explorations inside your huge chambers while you convalesced." He observed.
"Well, what do you know? My dumb ass never actually caught up with the secret passageways in my chambers. Besides, you never really gave me a direct answer when I asked you while you showed me around the Red Keep." She retorted. Slight annoyance was clearly etched on her face.
"I wanted to somehow surprise you, is all." Gendry shrugged as if telling her he'd meant to keep it from her. "Your room is actually the princess' chambers, hence our connecting rooms because obviously..." Amusement still glazed his face.
"I've never actually been a princess before, so I'm not really aware of how this works." Sarcasm coated her words.
They fell silent for a moment as her eyes finally took in what his bedchambers actually looked like. It may be a bit larger than hers, but Gendry's room was definitely cozy and clearly lived-in. It was easy enough to surmise that he'd spent most of his time in his sleeping area than in his so-called office/personal library.
Seeing his books laying arbitrarily everywhere felt like discovering a whole new side of Gendry. There were open books laying on the desk and chairs. Random papers and small notes were also posted on the wall where his desk was situated.
It was almost comical how he had his own personal office on the other side of his chambers but he was still using his sleeping area for studying statecraft or perhaps plotting war strategies.
Most of all, his room was very well-lit because of the candles strategically positioned along the corners. The lighting effects actually gave his room a soft, warm glow, almost as if it was meant to be romantic—Arya stopped thinking for a moment.
"Wait. Did you actually prepare all these candles for tonight?" She had to ask him, her heart starting to beat faster.
When she looked back at his eyes, they were already two dark pools of desire. He was just standing there, waiting for her to finish her thorough perusal of his room before finally realizing his intentions for tonight.
"I did. I wanted your first time to be special." He replied, never taking his sincere eyes off her.
His statement made her heart swell. Gods, he was adorable when he did something romantic.
His feet slowly started moving towards her and before she knew it, he had already captured her lips with his in a deep, hungry kiss.
Arya welcomed his advances with open arms and legs, literally—because she'd eagerly clung to him as she met his kiss.
Gendry was quick to catch her ass with his strong, muscled arms as Arya circled her legs around his waist. The leather straps of her daggers hanging from her shoulder earlier were now forgotten on the floor.
It felt like such a long time since she'd kissed him like this, all consuming and passionate and hungry.
As they pulled away to catch their breaths, Gendry whispered to her huskily, "I am going to make you come so hard tonight, love."
Arya didn't respond with words, but instead brought her lips back to his and slowly licked his lips greedily. She then probed her tongue back inside his mouth so that she could draw his tongue out.
Her action only made Gendry moan harder. He clearly loved the way her tongue was teasing and playing with his before resuming their frantic kissing.
A few more seconds passed before Gendry finally walked them towards his enormous featherbed.
He gently put her down on the edge of his bed as he knelt before her. His hands slid underneath her nightclothes to caress her thighs before hiking the hem of her skirts.
"Is this the part where you're going to finally fuck me, Gendry?" She asked, leaning on her elbows while trying to control her shaky breath.
"Yes, Arya. I'll be fucking you so hard until you come over and over." The glint from his eyes reflected the conviction of his wicked promise.
His hands were now bunching her nightclothes to her waist until he hiked them higher, exposing her breasts. "I need this off of you right now, love."
Arya obliged willingly and her shift was instantly discarded on the side of his bed. She was now bare in front of him.
She could never forget the way he was looking at her that moment. It was a mixture of dark desire and fervent reverence, almost as if he was worshipping her unclad body on an altar fit for a goddess.
Gendry greedily raked her naked features with his darkened eyes, from the swell of her breasts, to the way her nipples pebbled, and the tender flesh in between her thighs. He took in every raw part of her like the air he breathed.
"You are so fucking beautiful." He said it as if he was caught in a state of trance and his subconscious was the one speaking on behalf of him.
Arya's reply was caught in her throat. She didn't think she ever heard Gendry say those words to her.
He once again pulled her face back to him for a short brush of their lips before he asked, "Do you consent to letting me ravage you tonight, Arya? You can always say no and wait till our wedding night."
Arya slid her fingers through his thick hair, planting a wet kiss on his lips, nodding keenly, "Play with me tonight, Gendry. I just want to know what it feels like with you. I've wanted this for so long. I've wanted you for so long, I'm burning for you."
"Oh, thank fuck." Gendry gave a guttural groan, kissing her again with feverish abandon, "Let's play and have fun, then."
She then felt his big warm hands kneading on her breasts before he ducked his head to suck on each of her nipples, swirling his tongue around her twin peaks until she felt herself grow wetter and slicker in between her thighs.
"Fuck, yeah." She moaned, her fingers tightening on his hair.
After he had his fill of her breasts, his lips greedily travelled down to her belly, kissing her navel before traversing further down and lazily licking each side of her inner thighs. His tongue was teasing her until she felt herself melting under his wet touch.
"Please…" Came Arya's breathless plea.
Gendry gave her a self-satisfied smirk, as if he had been waiting for that word to come out of her mouth.
As soon as he was done playing with her thighs, he finally gave his focus on her sopping cunt. She felt the touch of his fingers first as he probed a digit along the folds of her sex, spreading the slickness along the process. It was almost embarrassing how his ministrations had her already completely soaked before he could even properly fuck her. Her self-consciousness would have already kicked in by now, but Gendry didn't make her feel disconcerted at all with the way he was touching her body with sheer adulation.
"Holy fuck, you are so wet for me, love." His fingers continued to caress her until they found her most sensitive nub.
She made a sudden jolt at the pleasure but Gendry's free arm caught her hips to keep her in place.
"That's a good girl… so wet, so responsive for me." His deep, raspy voice sliced straight to her heated core.
Before she knew it, Gendry's magnificent tongue finally replaced his fingers, licking every crevice of her sex before it swirled purposefully along her bud of desire.
"Oh my god!" Arya cried, the pressure of his tongue making her quiver. "Fuck, yes. Just like that…"
"You taste like heaven…" He remarked, his gaze penetrating into her as if he was licking the cream off his dessert.
He'd done well with his promise of feasting on her. His tongue felt criminal, sinful and she was slowly losing control.
This build up was faster than when she'd touched herself with her fingers and she could already feel herself on the precipice. But before she could free fall into oblivion, Gendry stopped his ministrations on her nub and suddenly he was probing her entrance with his skillful tongue, fucking her like how she would fuck herself with her fingers.
The pleasure was utterly blinding. She wanted more, more, more.
She moaned louder as he continued to fuck her with his tongue.
Her moans were like a switch to Gendry because he was spreading her legs wider in order to accommodate his tongue deeper into her cunt, and alternating it with licking her nub.
The pleasure only drove her mad. "Holy shit, Gendry…"
She could have sworn she'd felt her wetness dripping on the featherbed.
"Fuck, you are soaked…" Gendry whispered, taking some time to look at her sex before he focused back on her eyes. "How do you like me fucking you with my tongue, Arya?"
"Please don't stop…" She whined. "Please…"
Gendry gave her one last sinister smirk before he got back to licking her relentlessly.
Just as she couldn't get any wetter, she suddenly felt a fresh new wave of wetness on her cunt when Gendry used his spit to lubricate her more. The act was so filthy and so raw, but she loved it all the same. She reveled at the dirty delicious things that Gendry was doing to her.
If anything, it only heightened her arousal, she hadn't even noticed that she had pressed her cunt further into his face so that he could devour her deeper.
Her fingers tightly latched into his scalp, "More, please. Don't stop. Lick me deeper, harder." Came her incensed panting.
More wetness flooded her cunt, her excess love juices were dripping down her other puckered hole and into the bed before Gendry dove back into working on bringing her to the edge.
It wasn't long before she finally felt the first wave of her climax, it felt so euphoric, she didn't even realize that she had screamed his name until her throat felt hoarse. Her other hand flew to the bed covers while the other one was fisting his hair at the intensity of her release.
Incoherent sounds started coming out of her mouth from her orgasm. But just as she was about to come down from her high, Gendry only continued licking her with renewed passion.
"Oh my god. Oh my god—" She choked and was cut off before her body trembled again in another surge of release.
She couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. Her eyes flew to the back of her head, and she could feel the spasms in her feet as she came so hard.
Gendry finally pulled away from her cunt and the next thing she knew, he was already settled on top of her, kissing her feverishly until her heart slowed its rhythm.
He slightly pulled away to look at her, "Seven Hells, Arya. You taste so fucking good, I could devour your cunt forever."
She cupped his cheeks, the frantic rising of her chest still evident as she tried to catch her breath. "Gendry… that was—" She couldn't even finish her sentence.
"I loved seeing you come undone. It's the single most beautiful thing in the world." He gave her lips a soft brush before his tongue slightly explored her mouth in a lazy kiss.
Once she was finally able to regain her strength, she finally told him, "I loved the feeling of coming so hard on your tongue, Gendry."
Her fingers were caressing his cheek and jaw, feeling its roughness. It was only then that she noticed he was still fully-clothed, but his cock was already tenting inside his breeches.
"You need to get rid of your clothes. Right now." Came her petulant order.
Gendry smirked, an eyebrow raised, "Is that a command, Lady Stark?"
"Yes. Do it quick or I'll rip them off you." She answered, her hands doing the work anyway as she helped Gendry out of his clothes.
He rid himself of his clothing in a way that his eyes never left hers, as if he was continuing to tease her with his body. It was a welcome maneuver, seeing as Arya always loved his massive, sculpted features.
After he stripped himself off his tunic, he slowly crept towards her as he moved themselves further into the featherbed until they reached his soft pillows. He then gently positioned Arya so that she could be more comfortable on his bed. His consideration was truly an endearing one.
Arya pulled the strings from his breeches before Gendry brought them down and off his legs in a hasty fashion. His cock was finally standing proud and erect right before her very eyes. It was weeping with pre-cum that she wanted to lick off of him so bad. And then there was the matter of his length and girth. She almost forgot that everything in Gendry was massive. Maybe that's why he was called The Bull because he was indeed hung like a fucking bull.
For the love of the gods, how could his enormous cock ever fit inside her tight, virgin cunt?
Gendry must have read the expression on her face because he gently tilted her chin to meet his eyes, "Look at me, Arya."
His lust was temporarily replaced with tender concern. "You can always say no if you're not ready…"
Arya shook her head with final resolve, releasing all her inhibitions, "I've been ready all this time, Gendry. I just need you inside me right now, please."
Gendry studied her features for a moment before kissing her forehead, "Alright. Just tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?"
She wordlessly nodded in agreement and then she once again felt his fingers on her cunt.
"It's good that you're still so wet right now, Arya. This will help ease my cock inside you. I needed to get you so wet and prepared for this so that it won't hurt as much."
She smiled gratefully, "Then you've done more than a great job. I can still feel myself dripping all over your sheets."
He gave her a peck on the lips, "I'll go slow at first…" He assured her as he properly positioned himself on top of her. "I'll let you dictate my pace. Let me know if I'm being too rough on you, or if you're feeling uncomfortable, and I'll stop."
"I know you're not going to hurt me, Gendry. I trust you." She assured him before instinctively spreading her legs wider to accommodate his large body on top of her.
Her eyes never left his as he started to slowly probe his cock into her tight opening. Gods, he was delectably big. His penetration would have surely hurt a lot had her cunt not been well-lubricated prior to this moment.
She finally got past the initial sting of his cock tearing through her maidenhead and all she could feel at that moment was the delicious fullness of his member inside of her.
Gendry's careful thrusting allowed her to adjust to his size, giving way to the pleasure once again building up on her core. He gave the right amount of pressure on her womb and in addition to the amount of slickness in her cunt, it felt nothing but exquisite. He felt amazing inside her.
He never left his gaze on her, trying to gauge her expression and see if he'd hurt her in any way. He went on with his slow, deliberate thrusts for a few minutes until Arya finally felt the need to quicken his pace.
"I need it faster and deeper this time, Gendry." She pressed.
He was more than eager to do her bidding, his eyebrows bunching in pleasure and concentration as he amped up the pace and thrust deeper into her more relentlessly. "Gods, Arya, you're so fucking tight." He grunted in pleasure. "I don't think I could last any longer. You just feel so fucking good from the inside."
His words were fuel to her growing appetite for his pulsating cock.
"Yes, just like that. Harder… please." She uttered like a litany as she writhed underneath him.
The intensity of his cock ramming inside her over and over, and the feeling of fullness brought about by his delectable girth made her clench with need. A moan escaped her lips the more he impaled her deeper and faster.
"I want you to come inside of me." She blurted, out of sheer desperation from the way he was fucking her like an animal in heat. "And I want to feel your seed dripping down my thighs." She didn't give a fuck if it sounded so dirty. They were beyond the filthy talk now. She loved every bit of it.
"But—" Gendry tried to protest as he continued to fuck her raw.
"I have my moon tea concoction ready." She assured him.
It was the truth. She'd bought a hefty amount from the apothecary in Winter Town and brought it with her to King's Landing, ready for brewing in the event of unforeseen circumstances such as being fucked hard by her handsome, strapping betrothed of a prince.
A smile passed through his lips, "Of course you do." He panted.
She pulled his face closer to hers, "Come for me, Gendry. Spill your seed inside of me. I want every drop to fill my filthy hole." She moaned in his ear before laving her tongue on his lobe.
Her words completely undid him as he finally stilled and came so hard deep inside of her. A guttural groan passed his lips as he continued to spurt his come inside her aching hole.
Gods, she loved hearing him grunt out his climax. There was a kind of deep-seated satisfaction in the way he was coming inside of her, as if he was claiming her and marking her as his.
He then captured her lips in a kiss, biting her lower lip as he spilled and spilled inside her. She could feel him trembling as he rode out his climax, and his gravelly moans were enough for her walls to contract in preparation for her impending orgasm.
As soon as Gendry came down from his high, he rested his forehead onto hers.
"I never came so hard in my life." He said in between his breaths.
"You look so hot when you come." She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him ever so closer.
"That's because you are my undoing." He shot back, burying his face on the crook of her neck as he stayed on top of her perhaps just until he could regain his bearings.
He hid his face on her neck, breathing her in, feeling her pulse, and then his unbidden words came tumbling over like word vomit, "Gods, Arya I love—"
She felt him stop, as if chastising himself, "I love fucking you. I love seeing you come." He corrected, clearing his throat.
Arya didn't want to overthink the words he just said, or was about to say until he'd corrected it, so she buried them deep into a locked compartment inside her brain, never to be opened again. They were just playing around, having fun. That was all there was to this tryst.
Gendry finally pulled out of her and positioned himself beside her.
Arya, on the other hand, moved her fingers down towards her sex as she felt the warmth of his seed flowing out of her cunt.
This made her aroused again as evidenced by the moan leaving her lips.
Before she could continue to touch herself to her third climax, Gendry's fingers replaced hers.
He spread his seed all over her swollen cunt until he used two of his fingers to make circular motions around the sensitive hood of her sex.
"Do you like my seed coating your freshly-fucked cunt, Arya?" His mouth was now on her ear, his tongue licking her lobe in retribution, mimicking the way he had licked her in between her thighs earlier.
He then inserted two of his fingers deep inside her cunt, pushing deeper and then pulling them out as if coaxing all of the come still trapped inside to spill out and flood her tight opening.
"Yesss…" Arya hissed, spreading her legs wider as he continued finger-fucking her.
After his ministrations on her ear, he moved to her neck, licking the column of her throat and urging out more moans from her. He was careful not to leave any love bites on her neck, lest their parents would discover the kind of debauchery they'd subjected themselves into.
Her mother would surely have a coronary before forcing them to marry in the next twenty-four hours or so.
He continued whispering dirty words to her, "That's right, moan for me, love. Your cunt feels so good in my fingers. It's so wet with my come, it's even dripping down your thighs. Do you like that?"
"Yes. Oh, gods. Right there, right there, right there…" Arya chanted breathlessly, and she could feel herself on the edge again due to the pressure of his fingers inside and his thumb flicking her nub, combined with the slick sounds coming from his seed on her sex.
Once he had enough of her neck, he then moved to her breasts where he started sucking on one of her nipples before coiling his tongue around it.
The sensation heightened her need until she finally fell on the edge once again. Her moans were uncontrollable as the pressure of Gendry's fingers continued even after her third climax.
It was like a repeat of what transpired earlier, only this time, it was his fingers doing all the work now, pumping into her throbbing bud until all she could feel was quaking, quivering bliss.
Once she'd had more than enough from the pressure of his fingers, her fourth and final orgasm finally erupted.
She felt so limp and boneless on his bed after her heart finally calmed down. Her throat felt hoarse from all the screaming and moaning and panting, but nevertheless, she'd never felt more sated.
She didn't even notice that Gendry had already risen up from the bed. She only noticed his presence again when he brought with him a damp washcloth to gently clean out the remnants of their joining in between her legs.
She noticed a little blood staining his sheets.
"Gendry…" She tried to voice her concern as she eyed the tinge of blood.
"Don't worry about that, Arya. I'll take care of it. And don't worry, no one will know about this." He assured her.
Once he was done doing his after-care, he went back to laying beside her on the bed.
As she faced to the side to study him, it was there that he noted the concern washing over his features.
"You're going to feel a bit sore in the next few days, Arya." He stated, tucking the strands of hair falling on her face to the back of her ears.
"That's already a given. And I don't really mind. In fact, I also loved fucking you." She replied with sincerity in her tone.
She forced herself to speak despite still feeling the hoarseness of her throat because Gendry had to know that the satisfaction brought about by their joining was not just one-sided.
"Don't worry, we'll play more once the soreness dies down. But we'll have to be discreet for now. I like having this kind of fun with you." He kissed her forehead affectionately.
Arya closed her eyes for a moment before she spoke, "Thank you for giving in to my request and letting me feel this kind of bliss, Gendry. This means a lot to me, you know."
"Anything for my lady high." She felt his knuckles affectionately caressing her cheek, "Did you have fun tonight, too?"
She made a move to nod but found that she was too tired to do so. So, instead, she let out a soft "Hmmmm…" and released a content sigh. "I had so much fun."
She was so drunk with all the happy hormones released by her body that she honestly didn't want to do anything else but lay on Gendry's huge bed and perhaps snuggle into his warmth as she slept.
But before she could even resign herself to a deep and satisfying slumber, she felt Gendry moving on her side.
"Come on, Arya. Let's get you back to your chambers before Ser Arys suspects you've been gone."
She felt something soft covering her naked body. Lazily opening her eyes, she found Gendry hovering over her with an amused face after he playfully tossed her nightclothes on her.
"Let's go." He said, extending his hand to her.
"But I want to stay here, spend the night and cuddle with you." She muttered testily, refusing to remove herself from the comforts of his soft featherbed.
Gendry shook his head. He looked like he was trying to portray some semblance of sternness on his face, "Just sex and fun, remember?"
Right. Arya thought. Because their arrangement did not include cuddles post-coitus. She'd read from her smutty books about these kinds of arrangements. It was just to scratch an itch and nothing more.
Besides, it was her who had initiated this entire 'just sex and fun' thing in the first place. She couldn't fault Gendry for being technical about it.
She finally came to her senses, rising from the bed and donning on her nightclothes once again. After she'd pick up her daggers from the floor, she turned to face Gendry who was now dressed in his loose tunic and breeches.
He still looked so handsome despite his disheveled, freshly-fucked state. The intensity from his blue eyes was enough to proposition him back to bed so that they could start fucking again, this time in another position.
"I guess I'll head back to my rooms now. I can find my way back, Gendry. Thanks." She advised, pushing that looming feeling of rejection at the back of her mind and wearing a mask of indifference.
If Gendry had noticed the change in her expression, he didn't let it show.
As Arya made the first step to walk away from him, her knees instantly bucked, giving way to the weakness. Gendry's quick reflexes felt like second nature to him as he immediately caught her waist with his sturdy arms before she even fell butt-first on the floor.
"My idea was to carry you back to your rooms because I know you'd be too wobbly to walk on your own. I mean, you just came four times, right?" The smugness in his smile was so radiant, she was almost blinded by it.
"Cocky bastard." She rolled her eyes and snorted.
Gendry finally scooped her up in his arms before his lips brushed her forehead, "You ready to get back to your chambers now, my lady?"
"Lead the way, Your Grace." She shot back, circling her arms around his neck instinctively.
As soon as they were back in Arya's bedchambers, Gendry carefully tucked her into her featherbed.
He sat on the side of her bed, but Arya suddenly pulled him on top of her, the action surprising him. Still feeling the high from her amazing climax, she felt confident enough to bring herself to kiss him.
Gendry was more than eager to respond to her kiss, so they did just that for a few seconds before resurfacing for some air.
He touched his forehead to hers and whispered, "As much as I want to kiss you the whole night and continue doing all kinds of delicious things to you with my tongue, we have to stop and get some actual sleep."
Closing her eyes, Arya resigned, "I know, Gendry." She gave him one final brush on the lips, "Thank you again for tonight." Her hands memorized the way his stubble felt on her skin.
Gendry leaned in to her touch and kissed the back of her hand, "Sweet dreams, Arya."
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