This is the first time I have EVER written smut. Be gentle please.

Myrcella stood in her cave chamber wringing her hands. Dacey was with her.

"I can do this." Myrcella began pacing.

"Yes you can." Dacey drawled.

"I can do this." Dacey grabbed her shoulders. Forcing her to stop and look at her friend.

"You want this. Robb wants it too. He's just too honorable, at least when it comes to you." Myrcella rolled her shoulders back.

"I'm ready. I think."

"Your body will tell you what it likes and dislikes. Sex is as old as time. It is one of the most natural things in the world next to childbirth and death. Now stop stalling. Robb left to bathe in the pool." Dacey shoved Myrcella forward. Causing her to stumble slightly. Myrcella readjusted her cloak making sure she was covered. She strode through the caves and out into the forest, completely ignoring the others sitting around the fire.

She thought she heard one of them men swear and the sound of coins changing hands, looking back she saw the Greatjon, Toby, Jay, and Griffin handing a beaming Petey all their coin, turning her back to the men she looked over at her friend. Dacey arched a brow.

"Be careful." Was all she said and Myrcella replied with a smirk.

"It's him you should worry about." Laughs filled the cave. Dacey shook her head. Myrcella took a deep breath and entered the woods.

Myrcella knew Robb was in the pool at the base of the cliffs. She walked quickly through the woods wincing every so often as she stepped on a sharp rock or particularly splintery twig. Finally, she reached the pool. Making sure to stay down wind so Robb wouldn't notice her scent.

She watched him for a moment, his back was to her, giving her a splendid view, his back littered with scars from battle, his shapely ass and toned legs. That very familiar heat started to grow and she felt that dampness between her legs. Taking a deep breath reassuring herself one last time she rolled her shoulders back and stepped out of the tree line, clutching her cloak.

"Robb." She called out firmly. He turned in surprise, seeing her, he sank lower in the pool trying to preserve his modesty. Which at this point was somewhat ridiculous, considering she had seen him naked multiple times. Yet he had never seen her. It was time to correct that in Myrcella's opinion.

"Myrcella, what are you doing here?" She smiled and undid the ties of her cloak, revealing her nude form.

"I figured I would join you." She replied sweetly.

Letting the cloak fall behind her, she refused to cover herself and enjoyed how comically large Robb's eyes got. In the in the time that had passed since escaping the Twins, her body had changed, she had gotten leaner but still had her curves, developed more muscle mass, as she worked to survive in the wilds. Loosing bits of softness, the last little vestiges of girlhood, of being a highborn lady, never expected to work a day in her life outside of running the household. Myrcella stood proud as Robb tried to stammer something out. She stepped into the pool ignoring the freezing water. Goose flesh rose on her arms as she took a deep breath. Silently thanking whichever gods were there that the day was unusually warm and hoping she would not be cold for long, Robb ran hot.

Robb was staring at her unable to look away as her nipples pebbled in the cool water. She cocked her head, playing oblivious.

"Is everything alright?" Robb finally seemed to regain some of his senses and tried to look anywhere but at her.

"Myrcella this… you're…"

"Naked, yes. I assume you've seen a naked woman before Robb. There's no reason to blush. I certainly don't blush when I see you. At least not anymore." She said with an afterthought. "I'm simply here to talk and bathe." Robb shook his head.

"No. I should go." He turned and began to swim towards the far edge of the pool. Oh no, he would not be getting away.

"No, you don't Robb Stark!" Myrcella launched herself underwater and managed to grab Robb's foot, pulling him under too. Myrcella resurface, Robb came up spluttering a moment after. Pushing his wet hair away from his now furious golden eyes.

"Seven bloody hells Myrcella! What was that for?" He yelled pulling his foot from her grasp, yet making no attempt to leave the pool. Myrcella splashed water at him.

"I said I wanted to talk so we are going to bloody well talk!"

"Fine talk!" Myrcella sighed.

"Only if you listen. Please Robb." Robb looked around then back at Myrcella and nodded softly.

"You're pulling away from everyone again, and it hurts, especially for me." She moved closer; Robb moved back. "No. Don't you move away. Robb stopped. "Why? Why are you pulling away?" Robb grimaced.

"I hurt you." He his voice cracked with emotion. "I hurt you Myrcella."

"It was just a little cut Robb; you have fangs it was bound to happen at some point."

"No, you don't understand!" This time it was Robb who moved closer. He was towering over her. Fury darkened his hypnotic eyes.

"Then help me understand." They were inches away from each other. Myrcella's heart was suddenly pounding in her ears.

"Do you know what happened when I bit you? When I felt your blood on my lips, on my tongue?" Myrcella swallowed, her throat suddenly, very dry. She shook her head. There was something dark, animalistic in Robb. She had only seen it the first time he had awaken in Maggy's hut, then again the first time she saw him transform. In that moment, he was a predator, looking at her like she was his prey. He leaned down to her ear.

"I wanted more." He whispered. Myrcella shivered. Her heart was suddenly pounding. "I wanted to taste you. To give into the wolf inside me and mark you. Make you mine, in just one second I felt all that and so much more that I cannot begin to describe to you. I was the wolf." He leaned back from Myrcella and gently pushed her away. He looked at her somberly. "I had to get away before I did something horrible." He refused to mention how he had gone to the woods, how he had screamed, how he had hunted down and somehow managed to kill a young doe with his bare hands, ripping it's head off. He wouldn't tell her that. It was just someone else's blood on his hands. He would lock that death away with all the others. All the people he killed, by his hand and by his actions.

"What if I wanted you to make me yours?" Robb bristled. "Robb, You won't always be able to protect me, or anyone else." Myrcella placed her hand over his heart. "And you shouldn't have to protect me from yourself." Robb went rigid. "No." Myrcella removed her hand from his chest and took a step back. "For once you will listen to me Robb Stark. The Wolf, the thing, inside of you, it is a part of you. I cannot imagine what is going on inside that head of yours, what battles you must face every day. Not just from the curse, but from the Red Wedding as well." Robb flinched but Myrcella pushed on. "I think the reason you see a monster when you see yourself isn't just because of what the witch did to save your life. It's because you survived, when so many people, your bannermen, your mother, your betrothed all died and you didn't; you lived. I think that's what really haunts you." Robb turned his back to her. "You see a craven who ran, who didn't fight hard enough, a king who lost his kingdom, a lord who lost the trust of his men and led them to their deaths." A deep breath,

"But do you know who I see? Who Dacey, Greatjon, Petey, Griffin, Toby, and Jay see? We all see Robb Stark, the first-born son of Eddard Stark, the true Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. A brilliant soldier, a tactician, a young and just a tiny bit arrogant leader. But personally, I see the man I'm in love with. And I will do whatever I can to help him see who he really is and heal all those invisible wounds he carries." Robb's shoulders fell, he placed his hands on the edge of the pool.

"I wish I could see that man, Myrcella." Robb huffed, shaking his head. Myrcella moved to him, laying her hands on his shoulders, rubbing away the tension that resided there.

"I believe one day, you will. You just need to let yourself heal Robb. It will take time, but I have faith in you." Myrcella moved her arms down, wrapping them around Robb's muscular torso, gently placing a kiss on his shoulder blade. Myrcella allowed her eyes to slide shut as she relaxed against Robb.

She had no idea how much time had passed once she opened her eyes again. She took a deep breath, her breasts pressing against his back. She moved her hands, running them along his chest, and down the plains of his stomach, she began trailing light kisses up his back. Underneath her ministrations Robb tensed.

"Myrcella…" He warned. She couldn't help but smile against his warm skin, finally sliding her hands under water, her fingertips dancing along Robb's inner thigh. Robb released a groan, his head falling forward, eyes squeezed shut. Myrcella stood on her toes and placed one more kiss on the juncture between Robb's shoulder and neck. Then she bit down on the sensitive skin while also taking his length into her grasp. The rock under Robb's hands cracked and he released a deep growl that went straight to Myrcella's core. Then the world spun and suddenly it was Myrcella pushed up against the rocky wall of the spring. She gasped as she came face to face with Robb, his eyes were darkened, pupils blown wide with wanton lust. He bared his fangs.

"What are you doing?" He growled his voice low and rough. He pressed himself up against her, trapping her with his body. Myrcella could feel his cock hardening against her. Her hands were trapped in his vice like grip.

"I want you." Myrcella's voice was weak. Her heart beating in time with her core. "I want you to make me yours." Robb growled again. He leaned against her. Myrcella bit back a groan of pleasure.

"You want to be mine." That animalistic look was back. He leaned closer to her, trailing his nose down the column of her throat.

"I can smell you. Your need," He let go of one of her arms, and ran his hand down her side. "Your sweet cunt." His hand dived between her legs, rubbing against her folds. Myrcella gasped. Robb chuckled darkly against her neck.

"This is what you want?"

"Yes." Myrcella hissed, rocking up against his hand, only for Robb to pull away. He reached up cradling her cheek with the hand that had just been teasing her. He groaned.

"Tell me to stop, Ella." He pulled away from her neck, looking down at her. The darkness in his eyes were gone. "Tell me to stop and I will."

"I don't want you to stop Robb." It was like a switch was flipped. He surged against her crushing her lips to his. Their tongues battling for dominance. Myrcella buried her hands into his hair. Robb grabbed her ass and pulled her flush against him. Breaking their kiss, he trailed hot kisses down her neck, finally biting down hard. Myrcella yelled out, pleasure washing over her.

"Robb. I need.." Robb reached once again between her legs. This time sliding a finger into her wet channel. Myrcella gasped at the intrusion and bucked her hips.

"So wet. So tight." Robb growled against her jaw.

"And all for you." Myrcella whispered. Robb just growled. Gods there was something about that growl. "Robb please." He growled again and nipped her, trailing kisses down her chest, Myrcella gasped as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. Her legs quivered, ready to give out on her. It was all so overwhelming. Robb must have somehow sensed this, Myrcella cried out at the sudden loss of his finger in her core. Which was throbbing with want. Robb lifted her allowing Myrcella to wrap her legs around his hip. Myrcella felt his length, hard, pressing between them. Easily holding her up with one arm he guided himself to her entrance. The tip of his cock pressing between her folds. Robb paused, looking deep into her eyes, the silent question residing in their unnatural golden depths. Myrcella nodded. His pupils darkened and he surged forward, pulling her into a bruising kiss, he entered her womanhood. It hurt; a burning, stretching pain accompanied by searing pleasure. Tears welled up in Myrcella's eyes. Her cries of pain swallowed by Robb's kiss. Then he started rolling his hips. More pleasurable pain caused Myrcella to gasp. Breaking their kiss, she buried her face in his neck. Spots filled her vision as Robb reached between them pressing his thumb to her clit. She felt her release building and suddenly she came, with a cry. She dug her nails into Robb's back, as the world blurred as her orgasm rocked through her. Then he was pulling away. Unwrapping her legs from his waist and unceremoniously dumping her onto the water with a shocked yelp. Myrcella surfaced, spluttering, blinking the water from her eyes. Before she could rebuke him for dropping her. Myrcella was quickly pinned to the side of the pool. Robb's chest pressed up against her back. His still hard cock was pressed between her buttock once again brushing her core. Myrcella gasped, grabbing hold of the rock ledge that had easily crumbled under Robb's unnatural strength. He nipped her earlobe.

"Is this what you thought would happen?" He growled, his voice rough, "Is this what you dreamed about, fantasized about when you touch yourself?" Robb groaned as he rocked against her.

"Yes." Myrcella's voice wobbled as Robb roughly grabbed her breast. Rolling and pinching her nipple with deft fingers.

"Who knew the Princess of the Seven Kingdoms would like it rough." With his other hand he reached down and once again began rubbing her nub.

"Only for you my wolf." Myrcella gasped.

"And now I'm going to take you like one." Then he was pressing into her again. Myrcella cried out. Her inner walls fluttering at his intrusion. Robb released her breast and started pounding into her. It was rough and animalistic, Myrcella felt like she was being consumed. It was just her and Robb. She screamed in pleasure as Robb bit down hard on her neck, without a doubt drawing blood.

"My Mate." He growled into her flesh.

Pleasure shot through the two. Robb felt his release edging closer, Myrcella once again searching for her own peak.

The world fell away and then it was just the two of them as one. With a scream of pleasure Myrcella came again, Robb with her, spilling his seed into her waiting womb. Myrcella fell back against him exhausted and euphoric. Chest heaving Robb gently took her by the chin and gently pressed his lips to hers a gentle juxtaposition to what had just occurred. Myrcella could taste her blood on his lip. She reached up and traced his unshaved jaw, the stubble rough under her fingers.

"I'm yours." Robb hissed, cradling her against him. "And you are mine." There in the pool wrapped safely in the Young Wolf's arms, Myrcella knew that there was nothing else she wanted. He was hers and she was his.

"I love you Ella." Those words couldn't convey the depths of his feelings but it was a start.

The two lovers moved from the pool to lay on Myrcella's cloak. Myrcella lay curled atop Robb's chest, carefully tracing the various scars relishing the post-orgasmic bliss. Robb appeared to be drifting off, a thought suddenly came to her.

"Your mate?" She giggled. Robb groaned,

"I have no idea where the fuck that came from." He grunted, burying his face in her hair. Myrcella couldn't help but laugh. Robb Stark was blushing bright red, just like a green boy getting caught at a brothel window. What they had just done proved Robb was anything but a green boy. Robb looked down at the woman in his arms.

"And what about you? Coming down here with only a cloak."

"I was trying to be seductive!" Robb laughed, a real laugh. Something she hadn't heard from him in a long time. He wore a crooked grin she remembered from that visit to Winterfell that had started it all. Light danced in his eyes. "Well I would say that your seduction was successful." She huffed and playfully punched his chest trying to pull away. Robb laughed again and tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer. Sighing, Myrcella lay her head on his chest.

"Why did you do it?" Robb asked.

"Because I wanted to. I really truly am in love with you Robb Stark. I trust you more than I've ever been able to trust anyone in my life." She paused, "That and I was getting horribly impatient waiting for you to do make a move…" This time Robb laughed. Then he pulled Myrcella up and kissed her. When they were in the pool it had been raw and wild. This was warm and gentle. Myrcella felt the heat again in her stomach. Her nether regions once again becoming wet. Ignoring the soreness between her legs Myrcella straddled Robb and deepened the kiss. She could already feel his cock hardening again.

"Myrcella." Robb whispered against her lips.

"Robb." Robb sat up then reached between the pair and helped Myrcella guide his cock back to her velvet warmth. Myrcella sighed as he entered her once again. There was nothing frenzied or rushed. Slowly she began rocking her hips. There was still some tightness, some pain but it felt so right. Robb placed kisses over the bite on her neck, his hands running over her body. She felt the pleasure build, Robb reached down and massaged her clit, pleasure coursed through her and she came with Robb's name like a prayer on her lips. Robb finished soon after. They sat their foreheads resting together basking in each other.

When night began to fall so did the temperature. Myrcella stole Robb's shirt seeing as he cloak was rather damp. She stood running her hands through her curls letting the golden locks fall in her face. Robb stood there staring at her.

"What?" She asked, grinning.

"I don't think you have ever looked more beautiful that you do right now." Myrcella grinned.

"You're not too bad yourself." Clothed in only his boots and breaches, Robb cut quite the figure himself. Without warning Robb scooped Myrcella up in his arms. She squeaked, wrapping her arms around his neck as he spun her in the air.

"Allow me, Princess." He said as he began walking through the woods. Myrcella couldn't help but laugh.

"Why thank you my Lord."

When they reached the cave, the others were going about their business. Pointedly not making comments about the couple's state. Though Dacey did shoot Myrcella a knowing grin as she passed. Myrcella gave her a subtle thumbs up when Robb wasn't looking.

That night as Myrcella fell asleep in Robb's arms. She couldn't help but think that there was nowhere else she would rather be.