Feeling horny, Arya rubs her cunt faster and faster, The water splashes as she pleasures herself. She inserts a finger, than another, slamming the two fingers in and out of her pussy. She moaned as she brought herself nearer and nearer to orgasm. Her free hand played with her small breasts, rubbing her nipples and squeezing the soft flesh. Her mind drifts, as it often does when she masturbates. She imagines the Hound, how his rough hands would of handled her. Arya didn't know how she felt about the Hound. He had **** her, and she would never forgive him for that, but he had also cared for her. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't forget how it felt to have his thick cock pounding into her, and how it made her feel.
Thinking about the Hound brought her over the edge. She came, holding back a moan as she shuddered with pleasure. Closing her eyes, she leaned back in the water, breathing deeply. Composing herself, she quickly finished her cleaning herself and got out.
Drying her body with one of the towels, she looked over the clothes laid out for her. The clothes were red, which was no surprise. However, instead of a dress, which the other priestesses wore, it was a leather shirt and breeches. Putting it on, she saw it offered great mobility and protection. Hurrying out into the hall, she makes her way to the courtyard.
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