Godswood

Arya ran off to Godswood. She didn't look behind, she was so angry and ashamed. It wasn’t fair. Sansa had everything. Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. All the good looking boys of winterfell were always behind Sansa. Nobody desired her. Her brother Jon was the only one who made her feel like a real girl, when she shared her sorrow with him. He used to come to Arya's chambers every now and then, and they both used to have some fun. Arya always enjoyed when he licked her pussy, he made her cum very fast.

She ran towards the center of the forest and sat near the tree looking at the pond in the middle of the forest. She sat there for some time trying to overcome her sadness. Suddenly she heard a rumble and she looked behind to see Princess Myrcella, beautifully smiling at her. Arya was overwhelmed by that beautiful smile. She finally snapped out of it and bowed to the princess. "My lady, what are you doing here?", asked Arya surprised seeing the princess in the forest. "I came looking for you", said Princess Myrcella, her voice soft as a kiss. " I felt sorry for you, cause I have also been in that situation. I was also bad at stitching, I still am but most people don't say anything to me because I am a princess. It's so bad to be alone when you are sad, so I thought to keep you company", said Myrcella smiling. Arya was just staring at her beautiful eyes.

Myrcella slowly sat near Arya. "What are you staring at?", asked Myrcella smiling. Arya snapped out of it and started blushing. "I'm sorry Princess, but you are so beautiful", said Arya. Myrcella lifted Arya's head with her hand and looked into her eyes and said, " You are beautiful too"

"You really think so?", asked Arya

"Yes, I do", said Myrcella softly and started moving her face closer to Arya's. Myrcella slowly kissed Arya.

Arya could feel the softness of her lips. She felt an undescribable feeling. Myrcella brought a hand to her shoulder and delicately lowered half her tunic until it rested lightly across her pert breasts. Arya watched as the Princess's eyes lay fixed on her body. She could feel her heart thundering inside her chest as it beat a million times a minute, marking her excitement.

Myrcella brought a hand to her chest and took her left breast in her palm. She tweaked her nipple through the coarse fabric before pulling the tunic to her waist abruptly, revealing both pale breasts and her tight, toned midsection. Her nipples were small and pink and she took one of them in her mouth. She kissed it gently, at first, and Arya let out a squeak. Soon, she was lapping with her tongue and nibbling with her teeth. After a few moments, she took the other breast in her mouth. Arya ran a hand through her smooth, blonde hair and held her head close.

The princess removed herself from her breasts and brought both hands to her hips. They kissed passionately for what seemed only a second, their hands grabbing frantically at the clothes each still wore.

She lowered his hand from her perky breasts to her tummy and then lower still, until it rested between her legs. Only her small clothes separated this stranger from Arya's pussy. The excitement made her ache. She wanted it.

She deftly pulled her small clothes away and began to work at her cunt with a single finger first. The noise of her wetness only heightened her arousal and before long she had two fingers deep inside her. Gently, she brought her tongue to her clit and began to lap at it, sucking while she fingered her faster and faster.

Arya's toes began to curl and she couldn't keep still. Her eyes closed and her breathing became the purring of a kitten. She was sure this was way better than how Jon does it. She had never know anything to feel this good.

Arya couldn't control anymore. she came and moaned as loud as she could. Ravens started flying from the trees hearing her moan.

Myrcella looked at Arya and they both shared a passionate kiss. They then got up and got dressed. And left to the castle