A Knight With Arya Stark

"I'm not spending my final hours with you two miserable old shits."

Turning my back on The Hound and Beric Dondarrion, I brave the chilled air and fade into the dark. 

I know this castle like the back of my hand, and I won't sit here and wait for death like this. No, instead, I find myself in the armory. I wasn't permitted here as a kid, which feels like so many years ago.

My fingers trace the wooden bow resting nearby. My mother never let me play with my brothers and learn how to shoot, fight, or do anything unladylike. 

But she's dead, and I'm the one who's alive... for now.

My hand tenses on the bow, and I pick it up, faintly remembering the jealousy I used to have when my brothers would practice without me. If only I were stronger then... 

I shake my head, trying to get the sentiments to leave my body. There's no point in clouding my mind with emotion. I must be razor-sharp and focused if I want to survive the night.

Setting up the bow with an arrow, I pull on the bowstring and breathe in...

As soon as my breath escapes me, I hear a rustling at the armory door. I rush to grab another arrow and pull the string, pointing it at the figure looming at the entrance.

Without comment, the figure steps forward, and the candlelight reveals Brienne of Tarth.

"What are you doing here?" I snidely remark.

Brienne lightly shakes her head, "I could ask you the same, Miss Stark. Target practice, is it? That doesn't look like the Night King." Brienne rests on a nearby stool and points to the wall I had previously shot at. 

In a huff, I march over and pull the arrow from the wall.

"I could have shot you," I say with my back to her.

"You still can."

She's right, but she also knows that I won't. I'm not her biggest fan, and she's well aware, yet I can't help but respect her. We may not have the same values or see eye to eye, but she's strong, and I admire that. That's all I ever wanted to be. I don't understand her desire for loyalty, however. From what I've seen, she's always been the type to make and keep promises and pledge herself to others. I could never choose to be a pawn in someone else's game. I'm here only for my family and to protect my old home and my father's memories.

"So, what's your weapon of choice now?" Brienne's trying to make friendly conversation, but I trudge past her to put the bow away.

"I'm jealous, you know? I took nearly twice as long to learn as much as you." 

"I know you're trying to be friendly. You don't have to."

"We might die; isn't it worth it?" 

I look up at her, surprised that she—of all people—would admit that. Would acknowledge that we'll likely die. Most others here don't want to mention it, let alone think about it. Even the soldiers I passed kept hushed tones and had somber moods despite all the ale they downed.

Brienne finally has my attention, and I stand before her, reading her face.

She looks tired. Compared to the few other times I met her, I notice her slouching and leaning forward, staring past me. 

"Are you drunk?" The word spills out of me before I can help myself, and her eyes slowly drag over to me.

"I've only had one or two drinks. Maybe three."

A chuckle escapes me before saying, "I can't blame you. However, I can't afford pleasantries at the moment."

"Ah yes, because you, Arya Stark, are better than everyone here? What do you think you can do to stop this war?"

Brienne would never be so bold as to speak like this to me; she must be drunk. The older woman runs a hand through her hair and sighs, metal armor clacking with every movement.

"I'll have you know; I could single-handedly do more damage to our enemy than most of the worthless, good-for-nothings here." My confidence oozes out of me, and I stride toward Brienne to make my point. "What are old men and idiots going to do to stop the Night King? Nothing, I think."

Silence hangs in the air; only the crackling of the candles nearby can be heard between us until Brienne starts laughing.

I step back; I don't think I've ever heard her laugh. She nods and looks up at me, and suddenly I realize something. She's hopeless. Her eyes are filled with a despair of which I know nothing.

Taking a step forward, I rethink my words and place a warm hand on her frozen armor. 

"I don't think you're worthless."

"And yet I couldn't beat you," Brienne admits and hangs her head.

With a smirk, I lift her chin and ask, "Would you like to try again?"

Brienne is startled, but desire has begun coursing through my veins. Being this close to her, touching her face, I can't help but wonder what it would be like.

Leaning over, my lips hesitate next to her ear, "What is it like? To be intimate with someone?" 

I can feel the other woman shiver under my breath, and my fingers edge the fabric around her collar. 

"What... What if someone finds us?" Brienne gives me a nervous glance, but a great idea comes to mind. Of course, if I'm going to get distracted, it will be worth it.

"Follow me." I grab her hand and pull her toward the armory's exit. Most of our guests are in the Great Hall, sleeping, eating, and blowing off steam. Few people are near the Great Keep, my ancestral home.

We shuffle along the bridge toward the Keep through the cover of night. Only when we are near the bedrooms does a voice stop me.

"Have you seen Arya?"

I flatten my back against the stone wall and urge Brienne to do the same, hoping the shadows will hide us well. As good as I am at hiding, Brienne is a giant of a woman, and her armor makes her a moving target.

It's only then that I realize I'm still holding her hand. My muscles twitch, and my hand clenches hers, holding it tighter.

Around the corner, I hear Gendry; he must be asking someone where I am in the hopes of talking to me. I couldn't explain myself if he found me like this. 

"I think I last saw her near the Great Hall, Sir," Replies one of the servants of the Keep.

"Oh, um, thank you." Gendry's footsteps shuffle away from the servant but head toward us.

"Shit," I mutter under my breath. How am I supposed to hide Brienne? In the heat of the moment, I rolled along the wall, wrapping my body around hers. Despite being almost twice my size, I lean on my toes and pull myself the rest of the distance. Her heavy breathing becomes silent with a single kiss. 

If, for only an instant, the world melts away. My lips caress hers, and I don't remember that ten different wars are occurring, that all my loved ones are gone, or that I likely won't survive the night.

I barely notice Gendry's passing footsteps as I successfully hide Brienne in the dark. Although, by the time I pull away from the kiss, Gendry is long gone.

“Oh, my," Brienne says as I pull apart our interlocked lips.

It's hard to tell, but her usually pale face is now flushed bright red.

I grab her hand again and lead her through the Keep, avoiding the various servants' paths until we're standing in front of my childhood bedroom. 

Reading my body language, Brienne lays a heavy hand on my shoulder. "We don't have to do this."

"No," I reach for the knob, "I want to."

Pushing the door open, the wood creaking is a familiar annoyance.

Memories hit me like a carriage, causing me to stumble back into the arms of Brienne.

"I'm fine," I quickly say, pulling away from her and entering the room. Brienne follows me as I silently admire my old toys. The only light source is the moonlight streaming into the room. I would light the fireplace, but there's no wood left, so the room will have to stay cold.

The room is neatly made, not as I would have left it, but as the servants would have kept it, waiting for my return. After all this time, I never thought I'd be back here. My hope had been lost, never returning. 

Before I get lost in thought, Brienne's fingers wrap around mine. She spins me toward her, and I catch myself on her chest plate.

She has to lean her head down quite a ways while I reach up, my lips gently brushing against hers until her hand wraps around my back, pulling me closer and forcing the air out of my lungs. Her lips embrace mine, swirling the heat of our life force back and forth as we fight for dominance in the kiss. 

"Wait here," I say as I pull away, breathless. 

Brienne slowly lets me peel away from her, and I cross the room. I stop at a discreet chest along the wall before I kneel and root around in the bin. It has an assortment of clothes and wooden toys, but buried underneath is an old item I had stolen from Sansa years ago. I undo the cloth wrapping with a grin before walking back to Brienne.

"Oh... Have you... Have you used that before?" Brienne suddenly fingers the edge of her chest plate and lowers her gaze.

"No, but if I'm going to die, I don't want to die a virgin." My confidence has returned, and I push Brienne to my bed, shoving her onto the knitted blankets. 

"Is this your first time?" I realize I had only assumed Brienne had more life experience than I, being that she's older than me.

She scoffs in response, leading me to ask, "Is this your first time with a woman?"

I raise an eyebrow, not one to judge but curious.

Her features drop, and her eyes are downcast, "It's my first time with anyone..." She gives me an empty laugh, looking at me through her eyelashes. "I'm not exactly a desirable woman."

I can't help but climb onto her lap, straddling her thighs with my own before whispering in her ear, "We're probably going to die soon; I want to know what it's like before that happens." My hand caresses her face while the other tugs on her hair and causes a slight whimper to come out of the woman. "Don't you?"

I watch her eyes flutter closed, and her hand creeps up to hold mine. She lets out a small sigh before nodding.

That's all the approval I need before grasping at the sides of her chest plate and undoing the straps.

I aggressively strip her armor and chainmail until all that's left are the underthings I doubt anyone has ever seen.

There's something amazing about seeing a nearly naked woman in front of me to whom I'm not related. 

In the case of Brienne, she's like a glimpse into my future if I survive until then. She is respectable and powerful, a better person than I could ever be. While I'm not surprised she's had little interest from men and women alike, I am shocked to know she's a virgin. Would that be me too? Would I ever have been tempted if I weren't here in Winterfell?

Regardless, I am here now, and I have the heat from a full-bodied woman pressing against me, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"You're beautiful," I mumble against her skin as my lips close the distance. I leave a trail of kisses along each of her arms, and when I pull her trousers down, I shock her with more kisses upon her thighs. When I strip her shirt, I notice bandages on her chest. 

My fingers brush against the fabric of the bandage when her hand flies to grab mine.

"Don't." Her voice is soft and hesitant, not the brutish one I am used to. Still, I don't listen to her. I find the frayed edges of the wrappings and undo them before pulling all the material away, revealing her chest.

Her pale breasts hang down, more significant than I had previously realized because of the wrapping they lived in.

I'm in awe, leaning forward and kissing along her neck and chest until my hot mouth finds her nipples. I suck them into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the sensitive nubs and fondling her other areola with my fingers until I switch. Her subtle moans and whimpers excite me. Despite the chill in the room, I find my clothing incredibly restricting. Taking a break from sucking on her, I push her back against the bedding so she's lying flat with her legs hanging off. 

Still sitting atop her thighs, I reach for the front of my leather shirt. My fingers search for the buttons as she eyes me. In my haste, I almost rip a button off, so I slow down and force her to wait in agony. The cold air pricks at her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

Once I've shed my top and undergarment, she can see my flat chest. Rather than look away in disgust, her beautiful blue eyes shine, and her frosty hands cup my breasts. 

"You're amazing," She breathes, and for a moment, I believe her.

My heart swells and forces me to collapse on her chest, my hands gripping her breasts on either side of my head while her heartbeat echoes in my ear.

"Brienne?"

"Yes, Arya?"

"Would you fuck me?"

Her heartbeat quickens, and her muscles tense under my weight.

"It would be my pleasure."

With a slight giggle, I roll off of her, and she aggressively pulls away her underpants while I also take off my trousers and undergarments until we're both naked in the moonlight.

She lunges at me as soon as I'm naked, causing me to laugh as we roll on the bed. She pretends to growl and reaches for my neck, embracing it with her teeth.

"Brienne!" I squeal, unprepared for her silliness. 

"My apologies, you're just delectable."

Her face is now hovering over my own, and my hand slides from her hip and up her back until it's rooted in her hair. I smash her face against mine, breathing her in and ramming my tongue inside her.

I glide against her as she hesitantly explores my mouth. When it's my turn to run my tongue along her lips, I take the opportunity to nibble on her lip, loving how her moans flood my ears.

While she's distracted, I take the upper hand, flipping her onto her back as she glares at me. 

"Sorry, I like being in control," I smirk.

"We'll see about that," Brienne slyly remarks until I pin her arms above her head and kiss from her wrists to her breasts. 

"I'm going to claim every inch of you," I admit. I lower myself on her body, running my fingers across her chest and stomach until my head is lined up between her legs and my grip is on her hips.

I push myself between her legs, forcing them apart before I tentatively touch her pussy lips. I, of course, had never seen one up close, but for once, I'm thankful to have one of my own since I loosely know what to do.

I spread her open and drag a single finger down, rubbing it against her clit and damp entrance. 

"You're wetter than you should be. Have I turned you on?" 

"I think not," Brienne says haughtily as her body writhes, further proving that I had.

Using my thumb, I rub her clit and slide my tongue into her. I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing, but as I push on her muscles, her thighs grip my head, and her hands run through my hair. The harder I press on her clit, the wilder she grows until my tongue slides up, and I begin to suck on her clitoris.

"Do you like that, Brienne?" Her loud laugh echoes through the room, and she whimpers as I lightly nibble at her sensitive bulb.

"Brienne of Tarth!" I pull back and slap her thighs, making her scream.

"Yes! Gods, yes!"

A satisfied smirk grows before I go down on her again. Her juices flood my mouth in her excitement, and it only turns me on to hear her voice cry out for more.

Before she can climax, I pull away, teasing her by rubbing my thumb on her clit until she slams her legs shut from the overwhelming sensation.

"Come on now, that's not nice. I was having fun with that," I whine, lowering my face to hers. I still have her taste on my tongue, in my mouth, against my lips, but I kiss her anyway, and she greedily accepts.

"That's a good flavor on you," She says, making my face hot. 

Before I know what's happening, the room flips, and Brienne is on top. Her breasts hang above my face, so I snap my jaws at them, suckling the one I catch. She cries out before pulling away.

"Naughty girl," She scolds.

Her hands rake my body until her nails grip my thighs, and her head is between my legs. 

"Oh fuck," I breathe out while my face pinches. I hadn't imagined how good this would feel. It's like nothing I've ever known, the softest touch possible. And yet her mouth knows how to provide pain and pleasure that makes my nerves catch on fire. 

She caresses my pussy lips, making love and touching me intimately. When her fingers press inside me, I go crazy, thrashing against the bed and gripping the sheets. They slide against my muscles, and my body naturally squeezes them, wishing she could keep her hand inside me forever. 

Only when she pulls out, do my eyes flash open, and I look up, wondering what she's doing. Brienne had reached over and grabbed the toy I had previously brought out. The one I'd stolen from my sister all those years ago.

At the time, I wasn't aware of what it was, and once I realized I was too afraid to touch it or return it. But now, it would finally come in handy.

The item is a glass sculpture, but rather than any traditional shape, it's long and round, with many bumps and a slight bend in the middle. I thought it might have been a sculpture of a squash until I learned it's a woman's toy, meant to be inserted inside of you and used as a self-pleasure device.  

It's almost the length of my forearm, with a hole on either end, allowing the piece to be hollow. 

Brienne must be familiar with this kind of device because she slides the textured toy inside before I can ask what she's doing. Throwing my head back, I scream and moan. I've never had something so large in me. This isn't my fingers or a brush handle, after all. 

I'm quickly overwhelmed, and Brienne asserts her dominance over me, sitting on my stomach and reaching back to hold the toy in. 

"Do you like that, Arya?"

"NNnn..." I thrash my head around, barely able to understand that she's speaking to me. 

She pulls the toy out entirely, and I choke on a gasp before she slams it back inside.

"AHHH!" I scream, and her hand rushes to my mouth.

"Be a good girl, now, or someone will check on us."

"Mmhmm." My head nods aggressively, but only because she slowed down her thrusting, and I want her to pick the pace back up.

Within a minute, her body slides down until her crotch rests above mine. I can feel the toy pushing inside me as the angle shifts, and I watch in horror as Brienne lowers herself onto the other end of the toy. As soon as it's settled inside her, she uses it like a cock to fuck me, ramming it deeper and deeper until it's slammed against my cervix and threatening to stretch it open.

Through the slight bit of glass still visible, I can see Brienne's viscous fluids seep along the toy until it's flooded with a mixture of our liquids. They're held inside the toy by suction, but the moment she releases the pressure on the toy by slightly pulling out, the hot and erotic fluids seep out both ends. I gasp as she slams the toy back inside, forcing our mixed juices to climb into my uterus, threatening to impregnate me with a lack of sperm. How? How can this feel so amazing? My body is on fire, and I want to be drowned in her creamy vaginal juice. 

The bumps on the toy trigger more secretion to flow out of me, and I know fully well that my childhood bed is covered in a slimy mess.

Our cum is still flowing through the glass, depositing the mix of our vaginal juices in our cervix, and causing the uterus to swell. This must be the same feeling as if one were pregnant, as my lower abdomen bears the heavy weight of my organ.

That's when I feel it rising inside of me. The cervical mucus is overflowing and pumping out onto my thighs, struggling to shoot the toy out, but Brienne is pining her pelvis against mine and holding it in place. She's so close that her clit touches mine, striking up the heat with their rubbing, like two sticks trying to start a fire. 

Finally, between the concoction of pre-cum injected through my cervix and the sudden rush of intense cervical contractions, I feel what must be my climax. I reach out and pull Brienne into me, scratching my nails down her back as I shake underneath her. 

I struggle to spit out her name, only able to say the first syllable as we both orgasm on each other. A fountain gushes between us as this position pushes the toy into a sensitive spot that releases a waterfall of squirt from her vagina and my own.

The fluids bathe us in their warmth, and my muscles contract on the unforgiving glass, making me wince with every contraction.

As Brienne sits up and slowly pulls out the toy, I bite my hand to keep my screams down. I don’t realize how large it is until I watch her pull it out of me. Every bump pains my raw vagina, and when it’s finally out, I can see the narrow opening that forced the fluid into the depths of my body. Fluid that would likely be stuck inside of me for days, constantly reminding me of my erotic desires. 

Brienne pushes me onto the bed and wraps me in her arms, leaving delicate kisses on my forehead as our bodies twitch against each other. 

"That was brilliant," She says in a hushed tone.

"We should do it again..." My hand clenches into a fist on her chest, "If we survive the night."