And Bran is suffering

The ache in his balls hadn't gotten better and he now he was getting strange chills. He'd tried beating his cock in private to see if he'd release all that pent up energy, but it was a no go. Even when he thought of his sister sucking it, both of them to be precise.

He couldn't even enjoy the food or the music properly. He really needed to find his sister.

Luckily, he didn't have much trouble finding the dainty Stark who was with Theon, Robb and Jon. Bran approached and he saw them enjoying their wine and some laughs.

"Hi Bran, we were just talking about your brave duel with Jon." Robb said sarcastically.

"You mean about the beating I gave him?" The Snow jested. Bran was not one to take lightly to that.

"Strange, I seem to remember things differently." He retorted.

"You remember falling on your head differently?" It was Theon who teased him this time, earning a laugh from the rest of them. Bran huffed. He noticed that Arya was strangely quieter than usual and looking at him.

"Now, now little brother. You fought quite well, just keep your eyes on your opponent next time." Robb said before taking a sip from his cup. He did have his eyes on his opponent. It was just that something much more interesting had happened to be there at the same time.

"I'll get a rematch if I'm ever at Castle Black one day, you'll see." Bran promised, wich earned him a few more laughs. The Stark used this opportunity to talk to his sister.

"Mind if I talked to you in private for a second?" He whispered in Arya's ear. She took another sip from her cup.

"Sorry boys, but I think I should see what Sansa and Jeyne are up to." The girl excused herself.

"Try not to get bored to death!" Robb hollered after her and the girl raised her cup for that.

"I'll get some more pork for myself." Bran came up with the excuse after looking at his feet. The boy chased his sister and found her alone and waiting for him.

"So?" She asked. The Stark debated on how he should say it. It was embarrassing. Perhaps it was best to just be honest about it.

"Look, I need to cum." Arya looked at him, raised an eyebrow and then started laughing at him. Much to his dismay some of the guests looked at their direction before returning to their feasting.

"You and me both." His sister responded before taking a sip of her wine.

"No, you don't understand. I really need to cum, my balls are bloody aching and I couldn't get off without you." The Stark didn't like how desperate he sounded, but he had no other choice. Seven hells, he was pathetic.

"You know what? Forget it. I'm so-"

"Fine." What?

"What?"

"I'll slip into the godswood. You wait a few minutes and meet me there. Make sure that you're not followed." Hearing that made him hard. But Arya was gone before he could've said anything.