Jory swung the cloak around her shoulders and uttered some vows. Arya could barely hear them, only the feeling of his wool cloak around her, protecting her and his gray-brown eyes gazing into her own. She felt a flush coming up her neck as they kissed as man and wife, and the crowd broke into applause and cheers.
The dinner went smoothly enough, a roast boar on the spit, artichokes sprinkled with parsely and melted butter. A modest cake- nothing over the top, just right for a Master of Arms. And of course wine- delicious strawberry wine from Highgarden. Arya sucked down her 3rd cupful, feeling lightheaded but in a good way. Its not often she stopped overthinking and went with her emotions. Not for one moment in the last 10 years has she been able to be off-guard. She swore her own wedding would be an exception.
Jory had been up, laughing with some of his men, Rikken and Bran, but frequently turning to her and smiling like a teenager. She caught his gaze and her eyes narrowed in a sultry fashion and she gazed at him from the top of the horn. He exhaled and straightened his grey tunic, it matching her new one. Arya-Cassel. It had dignity to it.
"GET TO THE BEDDING!" she heard a voice cry out and all turned their heads to see Jory's cousins with their arms interlocked struggling to stand up onto a table. Other voices joined in, and soon fists and horns were being banged on the tables, calling for the stripping and consummation of the newlyweds.
Arya felt herself lifted up by a dozen hairy arms, slung over the shoulder of one of the dark-haired cousins and swept into a side room. A dozen men surrounded her, first lifting her mother's gown off of her, then roughly grabbing at her small clothes.
"Ouch!", she said as she felt scratches form across her torso.
"Excuse me m'lady!" a red-headed squire said, although his attention seemed to be on her bared breasts. She feebly put a hand over them and her naked butt. Several of the men slapped her exposed flesh before lifting her up in their arms and moving her up the stairs.
Jory had been a little luckier- the gaggle of maidens and other women who circled him delighted and giggled as they carefully took off his clothing. They gasped into laughter as they pulled down his britches, someone appreciatively pinching his thigh and buttocks. He rolled his eyes, laughing and pulled off his shirt. The door to his bedroom crashed open and he only managed an exasperated laugh as he approached the giant man leading the pack.
"Alright lads, give me my wife!" he said, Arya's form sliding into his arms.
The ladies muttered.
"She still has her surcoat on!" they exclaimed. Arya rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her face just for him.
"Leave it!", Jory answered. "She will not be wearing it for very long." And with that the excitedly shocked ladies left the room, shoving their inebriated companions in front of them. At last the door shut, leaving the two of them alone. They stood stone silent, finally their eyes meeting and they burst out with laughter.
"Imagine them leaving this on you…" he said, setting her down carefully, her feet regaining balance on the fur surrounding the bed. Her arms remained about his neck. His soft eyes looked at her with ferocity. His hands trailed down the sides of her body finally reaching the top of her petticoat, sliding it down. Arya exhaled, loving the feather light feel of the fabric on her bare legs, until it whispered down to the floor, leaving her exposed. Jory's fingers played just as lately, and goosebumps appearing on her skin as he traveled up her spine and into her hair.
He smiled.
"Cold?" he asked kiddingly. She simply kissed him, her soft lips meeting his rough ones. Tenderly at first then more urgently, his arms snaking around her waist, pulling her close. He kissed her neck, his hot breath trailing down her collarbone.
"Whats that?" he asked her, again brushing her hair away from her ear, a mark on her neck just noticeable to him.
She saw where he was gesturing to and smiled to herself.
"They call it a skin carving. I got it in Braavos, at the end of my…education there." It was the profile of a wolf's head, stylized in black right behind her ear.
"It is beautiful. I have never seen anything like it." Jory said, giving it a little kiss, taking the opportunity to breathe in the sweet scent of her brown hair.
She closed her eyes, shuddering at his gentle touch. She turned his head to once again ravage his lips and he responded pulling her even tighter and she wrapped her legs around him, their breath quickening. He cupped her ass, moving her further up his body. Jory was acutely aware of her womanhood pushing above his own groin. Her arms draped around his shoulders and he turned, walking with her towards the bed, struggling to not just take her on the floor beneath them. He laid down on top of her on the bed, his arousal was fully on him now, and she was squirming delightfully underneath him. He smiled into her eyes, moving a lock of her hair out of her eyes before kissing her quickly on the lips, then trailing down to her chin, circling his tongue on her collarbone and cupping her breasts with his hands. Warm and heavy, she moved his thumbs across them, liking the way they stiffened under his touch.
Arya squeaked from her throat as he replaced his hands with his mouth, sucking and gently biting her rosy peaks, desire pooling in between her legs. Jory was shaking with need, but he wanted to give her a proper wedding night, his own ache mounting just as much. He left her breasts kissing her navel before sitting back, grabbing her legs and bending her knees, pulling them apart. She looked up at him and he flashed her a wicked grin and fastened his mouth onto her moist wetness, parting his lips with his tongue. She gasped loudly as his she felt his lips fasten onto her nub gently, coaxing it into readiness with light touches and strokes until she felt his cool tongue enter her. His hand replaced his lips and kneaded her pleasure nub as he kissed her entrance, licking at her taste and smelling the scent of her need. She grabbed his hand with hers, absent-mindedly scratching his palm until he entwined his fingers with hers and held it tight. She closed her eyes, arching her back and pushing her hips towards his face until she released his hand and he held her thrashing form down. He continued to explore the inside of her, his pressure increasing until she couldn't take anymore.
Jory felt her pull away from him- maybe she wasn't enjoying it, although her moaning suggested otherwise.
"I need you now!", she proclaimed. Then with a warrior's strength she turned him over, flattening his back against the sheets and straddled him, sinking down on him roughly.
He could barely breathe, her hips squeezing him, her warm tightness enveloping him.
He closed his eyes, reaching up to massage her breasts as she started rising and falling on his form. Jory thought he would die of happiness right there- seeing her hair wildly tossed about, her face smiling with pleasure. He reached down and flattering his fingers against her pleasure center. She almost grunted as he penetrated her deep, his hips rising to meet hers and establishing a rhythm. She was pulling at him, cooling then heating him up again with each thrust. Arya was close, he could feel but he didn't know if he could last. He increased his minstrations on her nub, and she crashed violently as she slammed down on him a last time, shuddering atop him, and he peaked them, a choked cry escaping his lips as his pleasure overtook him. She supported herself on her arms, on either side of him. He pulled her down to him, still inside of her, her face flushed and humming as she rested her head on his chest. Neither of them spoke for a long while.
Arya moved rhythmically in the saddle, her cloak hiding her smile. She doesn't know why she was trying to hide it from him-her husband- the word bounced around her head oddly. Would she ever get used to it? So she settled on a smirk and looked over at him, riding next to her.
He sat up tall in his saddle, one arm clutching the reins, another hand straightening his cloak over her back. He caught her eyes and smiled, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze.
Jory cleared his throat.
"My love I know it is nothing like Riverrun or Braavos, but it is the land of my kin. We can boast spectacular waterfalls. My brothers and I used to fish and swim there- and it would be good for me to check in on Beth." He seemed to grow a little sad thinking of his family, but quickly shook it off.
She smiled reassuringly at him, anticipation taking the better of her.
"It's going to be beautiful, like you my handsome husband", she replied reaching out to touch his hand.