Sansa fucks Arya

Sansa surprised even herself. Leaning forward, she pressed a forceful kiss against her sister’s lips. Then she thrust the dildo forward with everything she had.

She could not feel what the cock felt but she could feel Arya’s legs on each side, feel Arya’s breasts press and flatten against hers as she returned the kiss. She felt Arya’s tongue press through her lips and felt her own respond in answer as Sansa held Arya’s head and felt herself take her.

She was fucking her sister.

And she had never felt happier.

Sansa smiled, breaking off the kiss. Then she felt the eyes of everyone else in the room on her and she stopped thrusting for a moment, still resting one of her hands on her sister’s leg as she moved back slightly.

“I didn’t want to do this, Arya,” she said, forcing her eyes shut. Even without her sight, she could still feel her sister’s legs against hers, hear her gasps as she began to thrust harder into her. “This is how I defend my family from those who would harm us.”

Cersei laughed from behind her. “Then what a performance, little dove. What a performance.”

Echoing across the room, Arya’s cries were joined by Taena Merryweather’s. “Oh, oh my! You have to try this one’s tongue, my queen.”

Gendry must have been eating out the dominant woman, Sansa realised, serving the lady-in-waiting on his orders. The thought of that small distraction freed her somehow, as she held Arya’s cheek and kissed her again as Arya’s hips thrust against her own. She was so deep into her know that a couple of times it almost felt like Arya was fucking her.

A sudden instinct compelled her hand and Sansa moved it up Arya’s thigh to the crest of her womanhood. Then, using her thumb, she started to explore her sister’s most secretive places.

Arya’s head rolled back as she moaned wantonly.