WARNING: SMUT, LEMON, LIME, SEX, FUCKING, SWEET LOVIN, ARYA AND OERION DOING NASTY THANGS. IF YOURE LIKE TWELVE DONT READ THIS. YOULL BUST A NUT AND ILL FEEL LIKE A PEDOBEAR.

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The corridor is dimly lit by torches. It sets a somber mood as they walk toward Arya's chambers. Thoughts of the coming war spring forth in her mind. The thought of losing Oerion, the first man she found herself falling for, made her chest ache like she had been struck.

She vowed not to lose him in this battle. She wouldn't lose sight of him in the fray. Nor would she allow any of the wights to overwhelm him. Arya would go to war with the gods if it ensured his place next to her. Ever since he arrived she felt more like Arya Stark of Winterfell. Like the She Wolf that she is.

She grabs his hand as they reach her chamber door. His is warm to the touch and she wonders if the rest of him is so inviting. Her lips twitch at the thought. He is mine to touch. She wonders if he feels this same anticipation growing inside him. He is so oblivious sometimes that she doubts it.

Oerion follows her into the room casually. He'd rarely been to her room when he was last here. It was always Arya creeping into his room to annoy him or ask questions. The candles are lit and the room is warm from the crackling hearth. A bit of sweat creeps upon his brow as he sits on her bed. When she locks the door, Oerion blinks in surprise.

"Not expecting any visitors, I presume," Oerion said, brows raised into his hairline. Arya shakes her head at him slowly, blowing out a few of the candles. The dragon purses his lips in confusion as the room gets dimmer. He wonders what she's playing at.

Arya comes to stand a few feet in front of him silently. Just watching his chiseled face twist into confusion. "It is quite warm, my lord. I must remove these layers, if that is alright with you?"

Oerion's eyes widen minutely before he catches it. His heart beats a bit faster in his chest. Arya does not wait for his response as she begins removing her light armor. The dragon breathes deeply as she moves toward him. The small smirk on her lips elicits butterflies in his stomach.

"My lord, I can't quite reach the ties on the back. Would you be so kind as to assist me," she rasped, innocence oozing from her tone. When he nods slowly, she turns around between his legs. Her smirk is fullblown but nerves make themselves known. She's never done what she plans to do.

Oerion's fingers are sure as they begin to undo the ties on the back of her tunic. Although, inside he is driving himself insane with apprehension. It doesn't help that he can feel his body reacting to her being so close. He bites his lip against a groan when her pale skin reveals itself to him.

The tunic falls to the ground with a thud and her breaches are next. He can't stop himself from touching her. A large, warm hand splays out over her soft back gently. Arya is suddenly more nervous than ever. His touch is like sparks digging into her skin as it slides down her back. She can almost feel his eyes boring into her.

Arya steps away from him reluctantly. When she turns around, he is towering over her. The look in his eyes is unmistakable. She feels wanted and desired. Most of all, she feels loved and adored. This ominous man is not what she expected when she first saw him. So dangerous but so soft and pliant with her. Do I deserve this man after all I've done, mother?

You are a visage of love and beauty, Arya," Oerion whispered, a soft smile playing over his thick lips. Arya blushed a deep red at his praise. She noticed with annoyance that he was still fully armored.

Her small hands turned him around gently and she felt powerful. Though he could have stayed where he was easily, her dragon was entranced by her. Arya began removing his bulky armor rather easily. When the ties came completely undone, he tossed the heavy material across the room.

Her eyes widened as his intricate tattoos revealed themselves to her for the second time. The night of their first kiss she hadn't paid enough attention to them, but now she wanted to trace them all with her lips. Instead, her small finger traced over the words on his back. In Blood and Fear.

Oerion tried to remain still under her ministrations. Her fingertips ghosted over his skin, turning it to gooseflesh immediately. He was already as hard as the Wall and as naked as the day he was born. His primal mind wanted to take her then and there like he would have a year ago. But, this is his wolf and he will allow her anything.

"Beautiful...turn around," she ordered. Oerion bit his lip and did as told. This demanding side of her made his body ache even more for her. He watched her eyes trail down the front of him deliciously slow, taking in everything.

Arya's eyes widened to saucers at the sight of him so exposed. Her sex clenched against her will as her fingers ran over his sculpted stomach. The tattoos on his chest flexed as he tensed his muscles. The proof of his desire stuck out proudly, nudging her, and she ached to touch it. She doubted her fingers would be able to wrap around it. She doubted it would even fit inside of her.

"You are perfection...but I've never done this before," Arya said quietly. She didn't dare look at him for fear of disappointment. Maybe he wanted someone who knew what to do. The only thing she knows how to do is kill.

Oerion rolled his silver eyes and picked her up like she weighed nothing. He laughed when her squeal reached his ears. The feeling of her heated center against his abdomen sent chills down his spine. The lidded look of arousal she held and the small twitch of her hips didn't go unnoticed.

"I will guide you through this if you want to do it, Arya. At any point, if you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop, we will stop. Don't be afraid to speak to me," Ori said vehemently. He looked into her eyes to see if she understood completely. All of the love they held made him burst into flames. She nodded without hesitation.

Oerion gently laid her down in the furs. Just the sight of her splayed out for him made his member twitch with anticipation. Arya moaned as his large hand smoothed down the front of her body. It left a path of fire to her already sopping center. His fingertips ghosted over her most delicate part and she gasped at the new sensation.

"I've never seen such beauty in my life, Arya." Her breath left her as he crawled on top of her. His burly chest dragging across her breasts, tickling her sensitive buds. She felt boxed in but never trapped. She wanted to be here with him. Wanted him to do things that she didn't quite understand yet.

Oerion kissed her deeply. Having her small body under him made him feel powerful but also gentler than ever. Arya gasped for air as his member nudged her in the stomach. It was hot and throbbing against her. Her nails dig into his lower back making him groan.

He dove into her neck, nipping and sucking with abandon. His tongue and lips traveled down to her smal breasts reverently. He sucked one into his mouth slowly, eyes watching Arya's face contort with pleasure. Her chest rose and fell harshly under his mouth. She felt like a blaze was erupting between her legs. She wanted him down there.

"Ori," she gasped, fingers twisting into his long locks. He almost growled when her hips rolled into him. Her wet heat slicking over his hard member. "Please."

He smiled around her taut nipple and gave it a parting lick. His wolf wanted him. That much he was sure. He could practically feel the heat rolling off of her. Oerion kissed down her toned stomach, steel gray connecting with silver over pale skin. He kissed her mound softly, her hips canting upward to meet him.

"As you wish," he whispered. He wouldn't keep his wolf waiting for long.

Arya's eyes rolled into the back of her head as those plump lips and that talented tongue met her most sensitive place. She'd only ever heard of this in Bravos. Thy called it the Dornish kiss. She wanted to call it nirvana. For she felt like her soul was leaving her body when he sucked at her swollen bundle of nerves.

"Seven hells," she cried. Her hands made fists in his hair to pull him close. Oerion smiled against her and dove in deeper. His large hands wrapped around the inside of her thighs, keeping them planted to the bed. There was nowhere she could run and it was building so fast.

She grunted unexpectedly as a large finger snuck into her entrance. Her eyes widened and her hips grew a mind of their own. Bucking and rolling hard as she got closer to the edge of something unknown and powerful. Another finger slipped into her and her mind went blank. She didn't realize that she was moaning like a bitch in heat.

It felt like a large stretch. His fingers scissored inside of her deliciously. That long, powerful tongue lasting against her, mouth sucking gently. Arya's chest rose from the bed like she was possessed and suddenly the powerful tension in her lower belly released like a bow. White light burst behind her eyes and her breaths came raggedly. Her body shook with aftershocks.

Oerion licked his lips and fingers clean, his lady's eyes watching him lazily. She expected to feel drained after...whatever blessing he had just bestowed upon her, but she sat up on her elbows and grinned. Oerion was pleased with her recovery.

"You wish to continue? I thought you might be done after such a powerful reaction," he said, brow cocked in a challenge. Arya knew only a little about lying with a man but she wanted to touch him. Make him feel like she did.

She crawled up the bed and sat on her knees. Oerion followed and lie back against the headboard. "I want to touch you...like you touched me. I just don't know what to do," she said quietly.

Oerion's breath caught in his throat as she moved in between his legs. Her hands caressed his thighs softly, moving closer to where he wanted her. He almost felt like a monster for corrupting her innocence but he shook the thought away. His wolf is a woman and dangerous at that. She can do as she pleases.

"Just do what you feel, Arya. I will guide you through it if need be." His voice was hoarse with arousal and Arya rejoiced. Only she could do this to him. Only she is allowed to see him this way.

Her hands wrapped around the swollen member between his legs, fingers barely closing around it. He gasped and bucked his hips when she tugged gently. She liked the sounds he made and quickened her pace.

Oerion flushed watching her go to work on him. He tugged at his hair as she went faster, both hand moved up and down his shaft. His breaths came short when she looked into his eyes and leaned forward. He thought he would faint.

"You are so hot down here. It's like holding a fire," Arya said in awe. Having him in her hands, at her mercy, was becoming addictive. A fluid oozed from him and she looked on in wonder. She had heard of women pleasing men with their mouths before. She wanted to try it.

The northern dragon watched as his beloved assassin's mouth descended upon him. He moved to stop her, for he thought it was too much for her first bedding, but it was too late. His toes curled as she enveloped the head into her hot mouth. So small and yet fitting him inside snugly.

"Yes, Arya. That feels good," he moaned. He couldn't keep his eyes opened as she sucked and licked him. Her hands moved in tandem with her mouth making him want to growl. It felt like coming home. He wanted more.

Arya liked having him in her mouth. She could feel every throb and pulse of his cock against her tongue. Her dragon tastes like sweet rolls and something tangy. What she loves most are his reactions. The way his eyes roll into the back of his head, and his hands fist in his hair to keep himself from grabbing her. His chiseled body tenses deliciously as she takes him deeper.

"Arya," he chokes, toes curling painfully. He grabs her shoulders gently to stop her from this delicious torture. She scowls at him for stopping her. "Come here."

Arya's brows raise and she climbs on top of him eagerly. He leans up and kisses her hard. All restrain slowly draining away as she ruts against his cock, leaving her juices coating him. Arya wants him inside of her, she realizes. She wants it now.

Oerion gets the hint finally when she scratches his back rather hard. A growl builds in his chest and he pins her beneath him. Arya bites her lip and moans loudly when he rubs his arousal against her entrance. How will it fit? I fear I'll tear.

Relax and take deep breaths. This might hurt for a bit but I promise it will get better. I don't ever want to hurt you," he whispered in her ear. Arya nodded frantically, already writhing as his weeping head massaged her clit.

Oerion took a deep breath to steady himself and guided his painfully hard cock to her entrance. As he pushed in an inch, Arya grunted quietly. It was so hot and wet and tight. He thought he would lose his mind but he stopped immediately, her dull nails dug into the tattoo on his back deliciously. He looked at her face, contorted in pain, and felt horrible.

"I'm sorry. We can stop if you wish," he said gently. Arya shook her head and buried her face in his chest. She'd never felt anything like this. It wasn't the worst pain but it was uncomfortable. She just needed a minute.

"It's okay. It's okay. Go slowly. It's just very new."

Oerion kissed her cheek and moved ever so slowly. As he sank in further, her barrier broke and Arya bit into his shoulder hard. He hissed and stopped moving altogether. The dragon just knew that she broke skin and there would possibly be a scar. He didn't care however. It was only fair.

"Seven fucking hells," she growled. Oerion almost laughed but he held it in. If he did then he would move and she'd be hurt. She'd also kill him for good measure. "Curse you and your fucking cock!"

He hid in her neck and kept himself still as she gasped and scratched him to hell. Arya felt like she'd been split in two but the pain didn't last long. That pulsing pain quickly morphed into an ache that only her dragon make go away. She felt so full and surrounded by him. Her hips thrusted jerkily and she moaned.

"Are you ready," Oerion asked tentatively. Arya nodded fast, hips bucking to try and pull him deeper. He moaned and covered her with his body, burying his head in her small neck as her hands moved to his ass.

Arya gasped as he sank into her deeper, only to pull back and repeat. Each time it felt like being filled to the brim until he bottomed out completely. She wrapped her arms around him to keep him deep inside her like that. She felt so close and connected, surrounded by love and pleasure.

"Gods, I love you Ori. Seven hells, I love you," she mumbled intelligibly. Her dragon whispered sweet words in her ear that she couldn't totally understand. All she could focus on was the stretching and the pleasure he was causing. "Yes, deeper!"

Oerion moaned into her neck. He had his share of women in his life. He'd had older women and younger women. Women known for pleasing men. This beat anything he could imagine. His wolf was writhing beneath him so deliciously. He wanted this forever.

"I love you too, Arya. Come here," he mumbled, wrapping his arms around her. Oerion turned them over so that she was on top and his toes curled as she began to move. He didn't expect her to be this natural.

Arya felt something primal rising inside her in this position. Looking upon her dragon's face and seeing the evidence of his love and his pleasure. His hands gripped her waist harshly as she dropped back down on him. She felt strong and sexy. She felt like a woman.

"You're mine, Ori. No one else can...have you...like this," Arya moaned brokenly. Her small hands held his shoulders down as she rode him like a stallion. She could feel him so deep that it felt like he touched her soul. Yes, I'm going to explode again.

Yes, yours," Oerion grunted, his hips beginning to meet hers. He couldn't hold on much longer. He was beginning to tighten up as her walls closed in around him like a vice. Her fingers constricting around his throat.

"Oh-"

Arya's moan was cut off by that powerful wave of pleasure coursing through her. She went slack as he continued to thrust into her, filling her up with his seed. She thought she might explode again as the warm fluid heated her from the inside.

Oerion gasped as his orgasm finally let him go. Arya collapsed on his chest gasping for air and he wrapped his weak arms around her. This is nirvana. This will be my wife. He extracted himself out of her gently and she moaned. A lazy smile came to his face that he couldn't stop.

"That was nothing like I thought it would be," Arya slurred against his chest. Oerion chuckled quietly and squeezed her tighter. She felt completely safe and happy. "It was like I exploded into a thousand pieces."

"That's called an orgasm," Oerion said, bursting with laughter. Arya pinched his nipple and he stopped immediately. Hopefully, she wouldn't make that a habit. Her finger circled it and she smiled evilly. Oerion felt a sense of dread wash over him when she sat up on her elbows.

"Again."

If the wights don't kill me then my Wolf will.

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