Episode 1: Dragonstone (Part 2)

Arya had drunk _waaaaay _too much blackberry wine. The group of seven had gone through three flasks, and the Stark girl had downed at least an entire bottle by herself. She was a giggling mess by the time the sun began to set, and the Lannisters started to set up camp.

"Nooooooo," Arya whined playfully, leaning heavily on the dark haired soldier. "I gottttta get back onnnsa horse!" She didn't even know the man's name, but she was practically hugging him. She vaguely remembered he hoped his child was a girl... or was it a boy?

"Oh no, little lady," he laughed, helping Arya to her feet. "You can't stand, let alone ride. You'll be staying here for the night."

"But King's land is sooooo far," she kept protesting, giggling as she almost tripped. The man didn't respond, but they slowly made it to his bed. And by a bed, she meant a blanket.

"Here, take mine," he offered, lying her down on the soft fabric.

"Noooooo, I couldn't," she slurred, rolling onto her back. The sky was a brilliant orange as the sun dipped below the horizon, and for some reason it turned the drunk Stark on.

"No, I insist," he reassured her. Even in her **** state, she could see his eyes roaming her young body. Arya never had any interest in sex, and maybe it was the ****, but dick was all she could think about right now.

"Like what ya see?" She purred, stretching her arms above her head and arching her back. Her breasts were modest at best, but Arya knew she was a babe. The dark haired man wasn't too shabby himself, the long war giving him quite the muscular body.

"Can't lie to a pretty girl like you," the Lannister flirted, his hand reaching out and grabbing a tit. His eyes looked for signs of protest and, not finding any, began to massage the sensitive flesh. Arya let out a long, soft moan as she bucked her chest against him. Her senses were heightened by the ****, and she wanted more.

"I think I gottta way ta thank you," she slurred, writhing under his touch. The man just smiled and, leaning down, brought his lips to hers. She greedily accepted his kiss, moaning as his tongue invaded her mouth. He never stopped caressing her breasts, though he did switch from the left to the right. Arya wasn't sure how long they made out, but by the time he pulled out, the sun had almost set.

"How good are you with your mouth?" He asked, unbuckling his belt.

"Why don't yaa find out," she giggled, rolling onto her stomach. once his armor was discarded, he sat down in front of Arya's head and fished out his cock. It was an impressive length, about 7 or 8 inches, and was completely erect. She didn't say a word, propping her self up on his leg and hovering over the tip. She hadn't sucked cock since the streets of Bravoos, but she mostly remembered what men liked. Taking the tip in her mouth, she began to slowly bob her head. Each time she went down she would swirl her tongue around the head, recalling her lessons. It seemed to be working, the man letting out quiet groans and words of encouragement. The sun had completely set by this point, and the moon illuminated her lover.

"Gods, your divine," the Lannister soldier, running hand through her hair, "Take it deeper!" Arya obliged, trying her best to take more and more. However, she was interrupted by someone walking over. Looking up, she saw it was the man who'd made the wine.

"Looks like you've found a use for our new friend," he chuckled, though Arya could see he was antsy. He definitely wanted in.

"Hey, she offered," her companion shot back, patting her head. Arya hadn't stopped blowing him, her eyes studying the new arrival, wondering what he would do.

"Mind if I join in?" He asked awkwardly, his erection obvious even through his armor.

"I'm fine, but it's up to her," her soldier replied, lifting Arya's head off his dick. "You up for it?" She gave the other soldier a one over, her mind still clouded with lust and booze. He wasn't very attractive, his face child like, but he had made the wine. The stark girl gave the boy a quick nod before resuming her work.

The soldier was ecstatic, fumbling with his armor and pants. Once they were discarded he waddled over, sitting on a log to Arya's right. His member wasn't as long as... whatever his name's, but it was fatter. Arya could care less, and without a word of warning switched to the new meat. The boy moaned as Arya gagged on the thick length, fitting as much as she could in her small mouth. After giving it some attention she switched back, developing a rhythm. She would go up and down on one rod for a couple seconds before alternating. If she ever spent too much time on one, the other would nudge her cheek with their dick, signaling she should switch. This went on for a while, and Arya was now easily able to take their entire length down her throat.

"Are you a maiden?" the dark haired man asked, breaking the silence that had formed. He caressed her cheek and looked deep into her eyes, Arya knowing exactly what he wanted. Arya wasn't sure why, but she felt a connection with the soldier, a lust stronger than a simple attraction. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel him slide in and out. It had been a long time since she had last had sex, a long time since those nights with the Hound.

"Go ahead," she mumbled, staring at him a little while longer before returning to the younger soldier's dick. Given the green light, the man stood up and walked around the young girl. Arya raised her ass like a bitch in heat, eager for sex like she'd never been before. Slowly and carefully, the man unbuckled her trousers and slid them over the hump of her ass. Her smallclothes met the same fate, the clothing being removed from her legs and piled neatly behind her. He took a moment to marvel at her ass, spreading her cheeks and admiring her folds. Arya was horny as hell and impatient, wiggling her ass and pushing it back. He got the message and, lining himself up, pushed into her sex.

"Fuck that's tight," he groaned, slowly pushing inch after inch into her. Arya moans were muffled by the thick cock down her throat, but they were loud enough to be heard. Once he fit most of his length in, the dark haired soldier pulled out, practically withdrawing the whole thing, then thrust back in. Arya screamed at the intrusion, alerting two nearby soldiers.

As the two soldiers approached, the boy in her mouth reached his climax, grunting and cumming down Arya's throat. She gagged as the liquid was deposited directly into her stomach, the soldier unleashing buckets of pent up sexual frustration into her. As he pulled out, Arya coughed, drool and cum leaking out of her mouth.

"She that good?" One of the approaching men asked. Arya recognized him as the singer, though the other man was a mystery. He hadn't been at the campfire, and judging by his clothing he had been tending to the horses.

"Definitely!" The boy replied, standing up and putting his dick away.

"'Er cunts better," the Lannister behind her added, giving her ass a loud slap.

"Might have to test both," the singer joked, earning a laugh from the soldiers. Sitting down where the wine boy had sat, he took her head in his hand, roughly forcing her to look up at him. Arya, in her drunken state, wasn't sure what to do, her mind clouded further by the man fucking her. She settled on sticking her tongue out, earning a laugh from the soldiers.

"Man what a slut," the horse soldier commented, walking up to her. "Let's see what she's hiding!" Slowly and methodically, the two new arrivals began stripping off her shirt and cloak, tossing the clothing in a pile. Arya said nothing, besides the occasional moan, too lost to form coherent words. She was worried they would steal Needle, but the blade was thrown with the rest of her things.

Once she was fully naked, the two men attacked her tits, roughly kneading and pinching them. While pleasurable, Arya preferred the gentle treatment of the darkhaired soldier, though even he was getting rougher, pounding into her tight pussy. It felt good, real good, but still...

"Well, let's see if James was right," the singer grumbled, shoving a cock into Arya's face. The confused girl took it without question, sucking it automatically. She felt someone grab her hand and guide it to a dick, presumably the horse handler. Again, she began stroking it, too lost to comprehend the situation. It was around this time Arya came, squirting all over the first man's cock. Her groans of pleasure seemed to egg the men on, the dark haired man fucking her harder and faster.

"Hey, mind if I take a turn?" The singer asked, seemingly tired with her mouth already.

"Sure, wanted to sample another hole anyway," the dark haired man laughed, pulling out of her sopping wet hole. Arya let out a whimper of protest, wanting the dark haired man inside her, but she was quickly silenced by the stablehand's cock in her mouth. He was the biggest so far, and she struggled to accommodate his length.

While she choked on the thick member, the two other men rearranged themselves under her. Before she knew it, the singer was under her, and the first soldier was prodding her ass. Her eyes widened, as she hadn't put anything up there since Winterfell! Back before everything turned to shit, she had been a bit of a slut. Her maidenhead mattered back then, so she'd let Jon use her butt instead. But that had been years ago, and she wasn't keen on letting a random soldier inside, a Lannister at that. However, her thought process was cut short by the singer plunging into her cunt. Her ass soon followed, the dark haired man pushing in roughly and dry.

She screamed in pain, and part of her wanted this to stop. But another part of her, locked away, didn't. That part of her loved this, wanted more, needed more. Regardless, it still hurt like hell, getting all three holes filled. The wine dulled the pain, but she could still feel every stroke in her ass.

The stable soldier pulled out of her mouth, only for another cock to push in. She hadn't even heard him approach, yet here she was giving him a blowjob. He wasn't very patient, and grabbing her hair began fucking her mouth. Arya took it well, as it wasn't very big, and the dick easily slid down her throat.

With a groan, the first man came in her ass, filling it with his warm cum. It felt great, the semen soothing the sore hole. Once he was done, he withdrew, stuffing his cock in his pants and walking away. Arya was a bit hurt, being forgotten so quickly, but she didn't have long to think about it. The stable hand took his place, his huge cock stretching her to his limit. The cock in her mouth was switched out again, this one bigger than the last.

She guessed the soldiers decided on a better position, as she was flipped around like a common whore. She was now on her back, bouncing her ass on the big dick, while the singer thrust into her cunt. This at least gave her better visibility, though she knew the real reason. Her tits were now on display, jiggling as she was plowed in every hole. The man fucking her mouth pulled out and came on them, covering her succulent breasts with a layer of cum. Another soldier took his place, this one letting her do most of the work. She obliged, sucking him with energy she didn't know she had. She couldn't deny it at this point: she was loving it, loving being used like a common whore. She didn't even care when the singer came in her cunt, filling her unprotected womb. More men would cum inside her, she knew, but she was too far gone to care.

At some point, Arya passed out. She was sure the soldiers kept using her, but she didn't care. When she woke up, they were gone, the Lannister camp fully packed up. All her holes were sore and filled with cum, and Arya had a wicked headache. She found all her belongings untouched, Needle included. She also found a flask of blackberry wine, which made her smile. She would definitely need to track them down.