[A/N]: Yay day 3 and what a wonderful prompt to write! Yes smut monsters this is another heavy and I mean HEAVY session of smutty goodness. Hope my attempt at the 'Bound' tag has done AxG week justice. As always review, review, review! Thank you to the numerous guests who have and to Veridissima a very special shout out for your support xx
He awoke to the feel of cold steel pressed firmly against his neck. The sharp edge of his attacker's dagger digging in so deep that it drew blood. This is it, he thought. This is how it all ends. He should be terrified, or at least have some semblance of fear, but no, he was calm. Welcoming death with open arms, so it could take him away from his shit hole of a life. "Just be done with it already," his voice gruff.
He expected his attacker to strike, but instead he felt the pressure of the blade leave his neck, the man (he assumed) now binding his hands with scraps of leather. "What are you doing?" he grunted as he tried to pull free against the ties. Still no answer. "Are you mute?" he goaded, trying to illicit some sort of response. Still nothing. He watched as the figure clad in black moved swiftly to where his legs were kicking furiously. Trying to land a kick on the silent assailant proved futile, as he avoided each attempt with ease.
It didn't take long for his legs to also find themselves tied firmly to the posts of his bed. "What are you going to do to me?" he asked again, frustration seeping out. Still no reply. What is wrong with this man? "Are you honestly not going to reply?" his tone one of disbelief. Still no answer. This is ridiculous, he thought. He watched silently as the hooded figure stalked towards him. The person was small, the large cloak consuming them whole. He saw the gleam of steel, the moonlight making it sparkle in the darkness.
Closing his eyes in preparation for the pain he would no doubt feel, he let out a deep breath when he heard the tear of fabric. His eyes shot open, his confusion apparent as the assailant let out a low chuckle. His tunic was cut from his body, leaving his chest exposed to the cold night air. Gooseflesh instantly prickled his skin, which was only encouraged when he felt the tip of the cool metal trace the outline of his pecks and abs. He oddly felt himself harden at the sensation, a guttural groan ripping from his lips.
"Do you like that do you?" a low sensual voice echoed.
He shook his head in disbelief. "You're a woman?" he rasped. "Bbbut how…and why?" his head spinning with shock.
There was a pause before the woman replied. "Because I can," she stated flatly. "And because I've always…wondered what this would be like."
The tip of the blade began to travel lower down his abdomen, resting at the waistband of his breeches. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, the anticipation of what this mysterious girl would do next taking its toll. Slowly but surely, she used the sharp point to cut each of the drawstrings to his pants. "No, no, no," he wailed. "Don't do that, please," he begged.
"Are you sure you want me to stop Gendry?" the blade now replaced with nimble fingers.
He stopped squirming. How does she know my name? "Who are you?" he demanded.
"Have you forgotten me so easily bull?" a mocking tone in her voice. She removed her fingers from his body, a sigh of disappointment releasing from his lips. He watched as she drew the hood down around her, revealing a wild mane of chestnut curls and sterling silver eyes.
"Aaa..rya?" he stuttered. She smiled sweetly at him, his breath catching in his throat at the sight. With a small nod of confirmation, he felt his world flip on its axis. "But how? Why didn't you come sooner? Where were you?" he sputtered.
She giggled. His pride swelling to be the cause of it. "Nowhere," she said casually, "And everywhere," she finished. "But there's plenty of time for that later," she cocked an eyebrow. "I have some unfinished business to attend to," a mischievous gleam shimmering in her grey eyes.
It was then he realised she still had him tied down to his bed, her eyes now looking predatory. Swallowing hard, he watched as she undid the clasps to her coat, the thick mass falling to the floor with a heavy thud. She was dressed in tight leather breeches and a jerkin that looked far too small for her. Her toned and flat stomach was on display and her breasts, plump and pert peeking out from the top. "Fuck," he groaned, his cock springing back to life.
She smiled triumphantly at him before lifting herself up onto the bed to sit astride him. "Gods," he harrumphed as the weight of her petite form rested on his growing arousal. "Arya wha-"
He was cut off by soft, sweet lips on his. She was kissing him and he was kissing back. There was a primal hunger, a need that they needed sated. He struggled against his bindings, his hands instinctively wanting to reach out and run his hands through her long locks. Her tongue ran along his bottom lip, his mouth opening at the contact. Their tongues lashed at one another, battling for control. She won in the end, his tongue retreating back into his mouth as she set the pace.
They pulled away panting. The grey in her eyes now replaced with a black lust filled glare. "My hands Arya," he puffed. "I need to touch you," he pleaded.
She shook her head wickedly. "Not yet," she whispered into his ear as she nibbled on his ear lobe.
He growled as she pulled away. Her hands tugging at the strings of her jerkin. He watched in amazement as she tugged at each one, revealing her perfect breasts. Her nipples were already hard, the two pink berries begging to be touched. He raised his head in an attempt to latch onto them with his mouth but fell short. She chuckled at his grunts of frustration and eased his discomfort by leaning in closer. She whimpered and her rips rocked with his as his tongue swirled around each areola. His teeth teased and nibbled against the sensitive flesh, his erection practically bursting out of his pants.
Her mouth found his again. It was a flurry of nips and bites, their tongues lapping at each other hungrily. One of her hands worked its way down his body, creeping into his small clothes and wrapping itself around his already painfully hard cock. Moving up and down, her practiced hand squeezed him as it continued to move over him. The kisses became sloppy as he found his peak nearing. She nipped at his neck, her tongue rolling over the spots she bit in an attempt to soothe them. "A…A…Arya," he growled as his seed spilled on his stomach and her hands.
"Good bull," she praised as she smeared the white substance over his already sweaty form. "Now it's my turn," she grinned. She stood up, pulling roughly at his half open breeches, so they came down to his ankles. She then progressed to undo her own pants, drawing them down her long, lean legs. He licked his lips as her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her small clothes, all of her now bare before him.
"Seven hells," he sighed staring at her like she was a Goddess. With the blue glow from the moon hitting her milky skin she looked like the maiden herself. "You're so beautiful," he said over and over. "So beautiful." She turned away shyly for a moment, making her even more stunning in that moment. "Arya," he pleaded. He needed to feel her near him again. Now that he knew what it was like to have her with him again he didn't want her to ever leave.
She repositioned herself on top of him, her sopping wet cunt sliding up and down his length. He groaned with each movement, continuing to pull at his restraints. She looked so inviting and all he wanted was to run his hands down the contours of her body. She seemed to sense his frustration smiling at him mockingly as she squeezed her left breast and let her hand travel down to the juncture between her thighs. Her long fingers stroked along her slit at a torturous pace. Up and down, up and down. Her eyes stared into his as she inserted one finger into her tight hole, a moan escaping as she did. Pumping in and out, she continued to whimper over him, as he continued to fight the restrictive bindings that held him in place. "Not yet," she gasped, as she inserted a second finger. She could feel her climax approach and leaned into him, her breasts hovering over his face. He took a nipple into his mouth, attacking it savagely. He bit harder than before, causing her to yelp. The stinging sensation pushing her over the edge. "Ge…Gen..dry," she cried as she collapsed on top of him.
Her breathing was erratic and her hair stuck to her face with sweat. "Untie me please love," he pleaded. She gave in to his request, noticing how they were bloodied from his struggle to free himself. She kissed the inside of his wrist, her way of saying sorry. His hands moved to cup her face, pushing aside the matted curls. He pulled her face down to his this time the kiss much sweeter. His hands never left her face, his thumbs rubbing circular patterns on her cheeks. She placed her entrance at the tip of his cock, easing his stiff staff into her. Gendry certainly wasn't her first, but he was certainly the biggest. Her tight walls accommodated the rude intrusion and soon they were moving together as one. They fit perfectly against each other, the feeling of him inside her unlike anything she had experienced before. "I love you," he murmured. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he chanted.
She felt the tears prickle in her eyes, the liquid coating his fingers. It was perfect, being back in his embrace and to hear him say the words she had been too afraid to speak to anyone since that horrible day that started it all. "I love you too," she whispered. His eyes lightening instantly and their movements becoming more urgent. They came together, the others name prying from their lips.
She lay atop him, the steady sound of their breathing acting as a lullaby. "Thank you," he said abruptly.
"For what?" she said confused.
"For coming back to me," he smiled. He kissed her again then, it was only meant to be short, but it ended up turning heated. "Now please untie my feet m'lady, we can have a lot more fun when I have use of all my limbs."
"As my bull commands," she said kissing her way down his torso.