He plunges his sister

Bran's manhood slipped in with relative ease given how wet Arya already was. She was tight however. For a moment he thought he wouldn't be able to fit his entire member, but an instinct made him ignore that. The boy **** himself inside, pushing through every resistance her hole had.

Once done, he felt her innards more clearly. It was warm and sticky. He then starting going back and forth, leaving the walls of her cunt to rub his shaft. He tried to maintain a steady rhythm that wasn't too slow but not too fast either. He prioritized getting all the way inside until he hit the entrance of her womb. He held his breath and let it out as their skin made contact. His sack swung back and forth, hitting her crotch. That same primal instinct from earlier took control of his body when ears picked up her little muffled moans.

He leaned forward a bit, his hand searching for some support across her body. He creeped on her back, finally feeling her silky hair. Closing his hand into a fist, he grabbed a handful of her dark locks and pressed her head down.

He was enjoying it far too much. That feeling of dominance over her, of holding her down. He liked the power. He'd always envied his older brothers a bit, their strength and their good looks. Arya made him forget about he'd never be lord of Winterfell while Robb lived, how Jon was a much better swordsman than him, how he'd never be as honourable as his father. She was the first person that made him feel like a man, and not some boy pretending to be someone he's not.

Speaking of his sister, he couldn't quite grasp the idea that Arya of all people would be making him company at night. For a girl who acted tough and unruly, her jelly insides and her submissive behaviour kind of ruined that facade. She was girly enough alright, and he was witnessing all of it.

Suddenly he felt his sister getting tighter, as if her walls were milking his length. Her breath became more erratic. Arya's crotch quivered in his grasp. What happened there? Was she cold?

Bran ignored her and kept thrusting inside of her. She felt less tense, as if her legs couldn't keep her arse up any longer. He kept thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting. He was at his limit, his manhood would explode at any time. He stops his thrusting for a moment, trying to think what to do quickly.