An itch on his crotch

It felt very uncomfortable inside his trousers all of a sudden. Bran adjusted his bulge, trying to show as much of its weight as possible.

"All that training made me a bit tired." A smile formed on his sister's lips.

"Then let me be a good sister and help you relax." Arya replied sensually. The young lord found a chair to sit and waited for his sibling to do her part.

She got on her knees in front of him, undoing the knot of his trousers obligingly. His manhood sprung with relief, freed from the prison of fabric. Arya seemed to recoil a bit. His musky scent spreading throughout the room.

He felt her touch envelope his shaft. Bran winced a bit, she still gripped his cock like a warhammer. He decided not to complain though as her hand went up and down his length. The Stark saw the girl sniff him for a bit before her tongue scraped his head. Chills were sent down his spine.

Arya's eyes met with his own when she engulfed him. She looked cute with his girth in her mouth. Her tongue did work and he could feel his flesh hitting the insides of her mouth. The girl seemed to get as much of him as she could. Bran decided to help her with that.

His hand landed on her soft hair, guiding her head and making her reach all the way to his base. The young lord felt some resistance at first from her part, but it soon faded and Arya was deepthroating him.

His breath getting heavier, and it became harder and harder to resist her. Having his entirety inside her was fantastic, better than what it had been the day before.

Ecstasy started to spread between his legs like wildfire. The Stark knew it'd be over soon.