The heavy door closed and he heard the lock click. Seven Hells, he was nervous. In all actuality, it had been years since he'd been with a woman and this was Sansa bloody Stark, the Lady of Winterfell! His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest, and he feared that once he looked at her, he would see regret in her eyes. "Tyrion? Are you going to disrobe me or do I need to do it myself?" he turned to find her directly behind him, kneeling so she was closer to his height. He gasped at their closeness and nodded in assent. He unclasped her cloak and she let it fall around her, next was the black leather bodice. He had her turn around so he could untie the straps and as he pulled it off her shoulders, he kissed her milky white skin. He could feel her warm skin burn and noticed her breathing heavily and any trepidation )he had melted away. "Nervous, my lady?" " Not at all." she breathed out in a soft tone. As the bodice fell to the floor, Tyrion walked slowly around to face Sansa again. Her face was flushed, her skin like fresh cream. He leaned up to kiss her neck and leave a trail of kisses down to her breast as he took a pert nipple into his mouth. Sansa gasped at the sensation and felt heat pool between her thighs. "Stand up, my lady." Sansa obeyed his command. He removed her underclothes, watching as she stepped out of them. He grabbed ahold of her plump ass, bringing her closer and began to kiss her stomach, letting his tongue taste her skin as he traveled south until he found her slit. Using his talented tongue he began to suck and lick her swollen bud. Sansa hissed in pleasure and buried her hands in Tyrion's hair, keeping him in place. As she climaxed, she called out, "Oh Gods, Tyrion!" He smiled knowing his mouth brought her such pleasure and thought to himself, "I'll need to thank Pod for those pointers." Sansa looked at him with heavy lidded eyes, "Now, I'm naked as the day I was born and you're fully clothed. How's that fair? Strip." She could see her juices in his beard and handed him a rag. "Maybe wash me off your face first, though."
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Arya closed the door to her chambers and turned to see Gendry already undressing. "Stop," she said and he looked at her in shock. "I want to go slower this time. Last time felt so rushed because I knew it could have been my only chance to bed you before we died." Gendry's look of shock transformed into a look of wonder. "Arya, you amaze me." She walked behind him and pulled his tunic over his head then walked back around him as her hands felt his chiseled chest. "You really are like hot steel, Gendry, and I want to make you sing." A playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Gendry smiled and waited for Arya to take her own tunic off. She shook her hair out of her top knot, letting her hair fall around her shoulders. Gendry stepped closer and gently brushed her hair away from her face. She started to untie his pants, as he stared at her mouth wanting to kiss her, but she was in control tonight. Arya slowly pulled down his breeches and traveled with them as she got on her knees. She could see his hardened cock twitch as she lowered herself. She grazed his member with her hand and watched him jump at the touch. She undid her own bottoms and kicked them out of the way, pulling slightly apart from Gendy so they could both take a moment to memorize each other's bodies. She could see him staring at her bruises and scars and so she asked, "Do you want to know how I got them? The scars?" He nodded. Arya led him to the bed and she climbed in, patting the spot next to her. Gendry crawled into bed next to her and lay on his side, his arm propping up his head. "You remember Jquen H'ghar?" Of course he did. He did not realize at the time or maybe just didn't want to admit it, but he was jealous of Jquen H'ghar. "He invited me to Braavos, to the House of Black and White, to become a Faceless Man. While there, I trained with a girl called The Waif. We played a game called The Game of Faces to learn how to tell a lie from the truth, I taught her our language, she taught me Braavosi and Valerian. We would spar and clean together. She had such hatred for me; possibly because of my closeness with Jquen." Gendry's eyebrows lifted in amusement, "Not that kind of close. Ugh! I was given a mission to assassinate Lady Crane, an actress in a Braavosi theater company, but I couldn't do it. I became close to her instead. When I couldn't go through with it, Jquen ordered The Waif to kill me. She almost succeeded but Lady Crane found me, stitched me up and gave me Milk of the Poppy. When I awoke, she was dead, killed by The Waif and she chased me through the market. When I thought all was lost, I resigned myself to dying but thoughts of my family made me continue fighting and I killed The Waif, took her face, and confronted Jquen H'ghar. I told him that I was and always would be Arya Stark and found passage on a ship back to Westeros."
Gendry wore a look of awe. "Seven Hells! You really have been through the shit." Arya laughed, "Just a bit!" Gendry leaned over and started kissing Arya's scars causing goosebumps to cover her skin. She lightly brushed her fingers acrossed his muscled back as he covered her scars with healing kisses. When he looked up, he could see her eyes closed but a pleased smile on her face. He moved to kiss her lips and she returned the kiss in kind. She rolled him onto his back so that she was back in control and straddled her legs over his hips. Arya sat up and let Gendry feel her breasts and playfully lightly pinch her nipples causing her her to moan softly. He slid his hands down to her hips as she began to position herself so he could enter her. This time was more pleasurable; no pain, just pleasure. She rode him slow, rocking her hips along to a silent rhythm playing in her head. Gendry moaned in excitement as she increased her speed. Gendry grabbed her ass and squeezed which made Arya gasp in surprise. She arched her back as she unraveled in front of his eyes. He felt her wetness dripping down his cock which made him spill his seed into his lady. She collapsed on the bed next to him and he pulled her into a sweaty embrace. As they both began to fall asleep, he heard three of the sweetest words fall from her lips, "I love you."