A parting gift

"Stand up, little sister. Quickly." she hastily rises herself to her feet and you **** her around, swapping places with her.

With her back to the wall, and your towering frame before her, you place her hands on your cock once again before beginning to untie her drawers. She looks at you, equal parts worried and intrigued, automatically beginning to pump your erection again, slippery with precum.

As you near your climax, you open her drawers to see a soft garden of teenage hair above her cunt. At the sight of it, you unload. Groaning deeply as thick, deep white strands of cum entangle within her neat bush, glazing it as she tugs your hard-on over herself. Cum begins to drip down onto the open seam of her drawers as you sigh. The flow of your climax stopping.

She looks up at you, traces of semen on her hands and her teen mound covered in your seed.

You look at her, and decisively start tying up her bottoms once again.

"This is for you, little one. A precious gift that you must keep on your for the rest of the day. The Maesters say it bring extraordinary luck if you keep it, and terrible things befall those who rid themselves of a man's seed." You place a tender kiss on her cheek before looking around the corner.

It seems that Catelyn and Sansa grew tired of waiting on Arya to return with you. Both have left to go about their days.