An unexpected reunion [] [WINNER]

If he was being honest with himself, Jon didn't regret leaving the Night's Watch in the slightest. After vanquishing the Ramsey and forming an agreement to share power with Sansa, Jon had risen to the station that he had always dreamed of as a boy. Out of all the benefits of lordship however, his favorite was the female attendants who brought him his food, dressed him, and bathed him. Lyra in particular, a new serving girl with a blonde braid and a wicked smirk, had been eager to show her loyalty and devotion to her lord with her body. When other girls would offer a handjob during breakfast, Lyra would crawl under the table to suck him off. She showed an aptitude and an appetite for fucking that seemed beyond her years; whenever Jon wanted a truly disgusting whore to fuck, he called on Lyra. Curiously, she never allowed him to penetrate her hairy cunt, though it was constantly dripping over the stone floors whenever he used her tight but well-worn asshole - she claimed she wanted to be a maiden on her wedding night, and Jon was nothing if not a gentleman. Besides, most of the other girls couldn't make it through a session of anal without crying; Lyra literally begged for it.

On a winter night like many before it, Jon had a tub with hot water brought to his quarters for bathing. As he stood disrobed, waiting for the tub to be prepared, the three serving girls not-so-subtly admired his partial erection, whispering and giggling to each other. As they washed him, he fondled their tender, young bodies, as was his right as a lord, and they stroked and toyed with his thick schlong, now erect at almost nine inches. Soon enough Lyra began to stare into his eyes hungrily as she reached back with one hand to lift up her robe and finger her asshole. Jon got the message and stood up from his bath.

"Genna, Claire - leave us" he ordered quietly. The other two girls knew what was to come next and left the room promptly after drying him. Before the door had even swung shut, Jon ripped off her grubby dress, grabbed Lyra by the hair, and bent her over the bed the way she loved. Biting her lip and moaning expectantly, she spat in her hand, reached back, and grabbed his cock to guide it to her eager butthole, giving no heed to additional lubrication. Jon wasted no time pushing his way past the token resistance around the ring of her ass, which gave way but still gripped his hard dick like a somewhat undersized glove. Pistoning back and forth, Jon was continually impressed by how naturally she accommodated his dick in her ass. She must have been no older than eighteen, but she worked cock like she had been trained. Her obvious experience was also matched by an unquenchable thirst for sex and a desire to be used and degraded. All the while as Jon pumped in and out of her wide, juicy ass, she barked obscenities and filthy demands.

"Ream my worthless, commoner arsehole like you mean it, fuck it hard" she snapped at him, flashing between a grin and a grimace with lust and pain, "fuck me up my arse like the king you are, pummel it like a lord." Jon loved it when she mouthed off like a brat as he pounded into her, he was getting close.

"Goddamnit Jon, I want you to break open my slutty little shitter with your fat cock like I'm a cheap King's Landing whore. I don't keep my arsehole clean so you can be gentle with me" she moaned as Jon felt his cum welling up in his engorged rod.

"Just fuck me the way you wish you could fuck your queen sister."

With that Jon went over the edge, grunting and shooting long wads of cum into her bowels. After what might have been the most intense orgasm of his life, he closed his eyes and rested a moment with his body draped over hers, his shaft still hard and lodged inside her. When he opened his eyes, his blood went cold in shock and confusion.

In his hands where once he had gripped the base of a long, blonde braid, he now saw short, dark brown hair clasped in his fist. The pleasantly curved body of the serving girl was now lithe and sinewy, her formerly plump ass now tight and shapely. She turned her head to face him, and there he saw his long-lost sister Arya Stark. Jon immediately pulled back in disbelief, his dick emerging from her with a slight smacking sound.

"What dark magics is this? Who are you? Did the Red Woman send you?" He blurted out in rapid succession.

"You can believe your eyes now Jon" she said in a soothing manner, "it's your little sister Arya."

"Arya, I ... We thought you were dead. I gave up years ago on the hope that you would come back. Why now?" He questioned her, his voice trembling with both confusion and overwhelming emotion, "and how did you change your appearance like that? Why did you let me do that to you?"

Jon began throwing on whatever garments he could to cover his nakedness in shame. He had impure thoughts before about Sansa but never acted on them, but this was beyond the pale. Still bare, Arya took his arm and sat him down beside her. He could not help but notice how gorgeous her adult body had become, blending her typical boyish features with an unmistakable womanliness.

"I've not been idle brother. I trained with the Faceless Men of Braavos, and I have returned to visit ruin on those who have wronged our family" she spoke gravely, "but I wanted to see you first." She gripped his still trembling hand.

"I've wanted this for so long Jon. In all the time I've been away and through all the pain I've had to endure, I've held onto the hope that I would see you again" she spoke to him in a gentle tone that reminded him of simpler times.

"But as I grew older, my desires ... changed" she uttered as her voice switched to a lower, more sultry tone. Despite its seductive quality, the mischievousness of it was unmistakably Arya's. She let go of his hand to reach over and feel his member through the small-clothes he had just put on. Jon did not pull away. He felt his dick stiffening at the touch of his little sister and the slutty tone of her voice.

"In King's Landing I felt my womanhood awaken with such **** that I couldn't contain it. I begged Syrio, my sword fighting instructor, to teach me more" she whispered in his ear, "so he taught me how to pleasure a man's sword in the Braavosi manner, like a silken courtesan. But our lessons were cut short."

She fished his cock out of his undergarments and began to skillfully jerk it. As she played with his manhood, she explained how she thanked Yoren for keeping her safe on the road and Gendry for keeping her secret with nightly blowjobs. At Harrenhal, Tywin taught her how to serve a lord by having her service him and his bannermen by sucking their cocks under the table as they convened to discuss strategy. When the Brotherhood without Banners got a hold of her, things became complicated.

"So many of their men wanted to use me, as there were so few women around, but I was a valuable hostage. Beric and Thoros agreed to a compromise to keep the men happy; they had to preserve my maidenhood, but they could fuck my girly little arse."

Jon felt his cock swell at the though of his little sister taking cock up her ass from a pack of dirty men. Arya began fingering her pussy as she continued with the story.

"It hurt so much at first. I would scream as they took turns with my dirty fuckhole until they started stuffing my mouth with cocks at the same time." She bit her lip and moaned.

"But I liked it. I more than liked it. My arse was made to be fucked, and within a couple days I was begging the men to take me wherever they liked. I loved the feeling of being filled with cock, I loved how men would show how much they wanted me." She tasted her pussy juices off her finger.

"They joked that if I wanted to be treated like a boy, then they would fuck me like one." She giggled and placed Jon's hand on her ass, inviting him to feel her up the way he used to when he thought she was Lyra.

When the Hound got a hold of her, the fucking was relentless. She couldn't fit her hand around the girth of his manhood, but that didn't stop him from fucking her ass dry (at least the Brotherhood always lubed her up). Every night he would **** her, but she never let on that she liked it. To make sure she was asleep, he would gag her on his massive member until she passed out. He made sex hurt again like it hadn't since her first days with the Brotherhood, for which she was both resentful and thankful.

Finally, she trained with the Faceless Men. There she learned not only the arts of disguise and ****, but how to use her sex as a weapon and not only for her own satisfaction. They quickly realized that the rigorous regimen of gagging throatfucks and dry bumfuckings that they put her through was no match for her, so they escalated the ****. Yet they could not keep her from taking pleasure in her treatment. Her unending lust and commitment to personal vendettas made her unfit to be an assassin. So she --

Jon had stood up, and abruptly shoved his cock in her mouth. He had heard enough, and his mounting desire for his little sister had overcome whatever hang ups he held about it when she revealed herself to him. As he fucked her throat, he could see tears welling up in her eyes. He had done this many times before when she had pretended to be Lyra, but she never teared up. She grabbed the back of his legs and pushed him deeper into her throat; these were tears of joy.

After a few minutes of sloppy facefucking, Arya pulled her spittle covered face back off his cock and gasped for breath.

"Jon, I need you to take me. Take my cunt, I've been saving it for you, I wanted you to know it was me when you took your little sister's virginity" she said, groaning and toying with herself. Jon let a slight smile pass through his grim facade. This was not the reunion he was expecting, but it was better this way.

"Shall I call it Needle?" She giggles, gripping the base of his cock.

"How about Longclaw?" He replied. He didn't need to fantasize about Sansa anymore.