Game of Thrones: Accidentally in Love
Chapter 11 of my Game of Thrones story.
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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.
Chapter 11
Sansa walked purposefully through the corridors of the Red Keep. It was time, this very night, the rumours regarding her sister and good-brother were to end.
'I still don't understand why, Arya received the same lessons as I did, she knew…' Sansa thought to herself, confused. 'She knew it was her duty to give her maidenhead to her husband, to provide him with children. But she has done neither; she dared to deny him?'
She had tried to see Arya in the intervening days, but always was met by one of the maids; informing her that Arya refused to speak to her. She couldn't understand it; yet she quickly cleared her mind of doubts as she approached the room where the deed was to take place, where she was to be a witness, to ensure it could not be questioned. Joffrey was standing outside the room, waiting for her, smiling.
"My prince." She greeted him, smiling as she bowed, the usual warm feeling growing inside her as it did around him.
Joffrey turned to her, smiling wider. "Are you ready, my lady, we are about to begin."
Sansa nodded and together they entered the room. Inside the room, near the door they entered by, which Joffrey closed behind him, were two chairs. A few feet ahead of the chairs was a large cloth screen; through which they could see, although they would be more or less obscured. The only other real feature in the room, besides the torches lighting it, was a large bed in the middle of the room.
Sansa bit her lip as she sat down on one of the chairs, Joffrey taking the other. She tried to sit as still and regally as she could, knowing the gravity of this matter. Joffrey however seemed to lounge in his chair, still smiling, almost grinning in fact and seemed to be in a state of anticipation.
The sound of a door opening drew her attention and she watched carefully as Arya and Gendry, clad in their nightwear, entered the room. They were on the other side of the screen; walking slowly towards the bed. Sansa couldn't help but notice that Gendry was studiously ignoring the screen. They reached the bed and for a moment they both stood; Sansa wasn't certain but she thought she detected a faint tremor run through Arya's body.
Joffrey shifted in his seat.
"Come on." He muttered. "Stop wasting time, get on with it."
Gendry did his best to remain as impassive as possible. Despite all their preparations, now they were here, it was almost unbearable. Knowing that his brother and good-sister were seated on the other side of that screen, watching their every move.
"Arry?" He asked, concerned, when he saw her shudder slightly.
She bit her lip, her gaze darting over to the screen and back. "I…I just…"
He shook his head, not wanting her to lose her nerve. "Ignore them, they don't exist, it's just us."
"A-alright." She said at last
With that they began undressing, before long they were naked. The sight of Arya Stark naked had an immediate effect on him. Meanwhile, behind the screen, Joffrey shifted rapidly in his seat, grinning.
"Yes…" He muttered; his gaze locked on Arya, particularly her breasts. "Yes, yes."
Sansa noticed his strange reaction, even if she couldn't hear him. "My Prince?"
Joffrey merely shook his head, silently urging her to keep watching.
Gendry did his best to be gentle, Arya noticed, as he kissed her, gently laying her down on the bed. He allowed her time to position herself, to prepare for what was to happen. But still, nothing could truly prepare her for the actuality. With a slow careful thrust, Gendry penetrated her, she felt it as her maidenhead was torn. She let out a low gasp; Gendry briefly stopped.
His concerned eyes met her pain filled ones; after only a brief moment, in which she quickly recovered, she shook her head. Urging him to continue she braced herself as Gendry continued. All she could feel was him inside; the careful thrusting, slowing increasing in pace, always ensuring she remained as comfortable as possible. All she could hear was the sounds of their breathing, growing erratic and; to her relief, the lessening of pain, instead she began to feel something else; something she couldn't, at the time, explain.
Gendry claimed her lips with his own and she responded; even as her body began to react to Gendry's actions. Her body began moving in sync with his, she rolled her hips to meet his and soon they were both moving as that strange feeling intensified. Despite everything however; she still felt the nagging at the back of her head, the fact they had an audience, she was certain Gendry felt it too.
It was enough to humiliate her, make her feel violated; especially since she could hear the fidgeting, heavy breathing and muttered comments of Joffrey and knew what he was doing, just the thought of it sickened her.
Joffrey was grinning as he squirmed in his chair; already feeling the warmth rushing to his loins; that was just from seeing Arya Stark naked.
'I was right, ugly face, but fuck, she's got an amazing body.' He thought to himself; as he watched his brother begin to claim his wife.
He smirked, glancing over at Sansa, slightly disappointed to see her expression remained clinical.
"This is certainly enjoyable." He said quietly to her; trying to get a response. He then saw the love-making couple; saw Arya responding to his brother's actions. "Oh, look at them, now that's what I'm talking about."
He grinned, squirming again; this would live long in his mind and provide him with the perfect 'stress relief'. Of that he was certain.
Sansa was shocked by his words. "Joffrey."
Her words were no more than a whisper. She could see the way he was acting, was aware of what he was 'hiding'. It made her feel rather uncomfortable.
Her thoughts dwelled on this as she continued to gaze at Joffrey. 'He's enjoying this, he is enjoying witnessing my sister and her husband…seeing my sister naked. But then again, is it really that surprising? I doubt he's ever…'
Her thoughts were cut off when she heard her sister cry out. She turned her head sharply towards the bed. It was then she saw the intense look of extreme pleasure on Arya's face. The love-making couple continued for a few more minutes before Arya cried out again, that same look on her face. This time, so did Gendry and it suddenly dawned on Sansa what had happened.
Joffrey laughed quietly and turned to Sansa.
"Oh excellent." He commented cheerfully. "My brother is very skilled; your sister is very lucky. She has a husband who has brought her to her peak, right on their first try. Rest assured, dear Sansa, there's no need for jealousy. I will do so and even better on our wedding night."
Sansa's reply was quiet. "I am sure of it, my prince."
She was watching Arya and Gendry still; as they came down from their peak. She wondered briefly if Gendry's seed truly was strong, if she would soon become an Aunt.
But that thought was soon pushed away by both Joffrey's words, and by Arya and Gendry's surprisingly distant expressions as they pulled their nightclothes back on and left, neither of them even looking at the screen, or at each other. Unperturbed Joffrey commented on them needing to inform their families before leaving; Sansa stood up, ready to leave too.
Her thoughts however were on Joffrey's words and actions; throughout the whole event. 'I understand he is a man, but to be so…excited for this, watching this, as if it were a joust or a sport…My prince has a dark side, it seems.'
Composing herself however; she too left the room.
End of chapter, the deed is done, next chapter will show the damage and after effects, read and review please.