Cold

His heavy pelts kept him covered, and any other night it would've kept the cruel Northern cold out. However, strangely they weren't enough this time. His eyes close, Brand tried to find a pillow to snuggle with.

He grabbed something and pulled it closer to his chest. What a strange pillow. He thought. The boy felt it snuggling closer by itself, rubbing itself against his crotch, and then the hair on his face... wait, hair?

Bran opened his eyes and realized that he didn't grab a pillow, rather, in the dark, what appeared to be a girl.

"Who are you?" He demanded. He felt her shy away from him a bit.

"Uhmm..." Arya, of course.

"What in seven hells are you doing here?" The lad asked.

"Remember when I told you to save it for later?" She innocently asked.

"What about it?" He responded.

"Well..." Bran felt her soft hand guiding his to her crotch. He pressed against the soft fabric covering her parts. It was damp and he could feel the heat coming from there. He gulped and his dick responded by poking her behind. With the way she teased him, his manhood was sure to tear a hole in his trousers.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked.

"Bran, do you really think I'd wander about with my cunt dripping in this bloody cold if I wasn't sure?" She answered making him feel a bit stupid.

"Fine, fine. Just remember that whatever happens, this was your idea"