There's someone else at his door

Arya was almost at his door. The whole way to the keep, she could only imagine her sibling in his naked form. What she wanted to do with him once they were in private. Her cunt twitched with the anticipation and gods damn her if she wasn't getting fucked on that bed twice.

But her ambitions were cut short. The Stark's anticipation turned into horror when she saw the auburn-haired girl she despised with a passion in front of brother's room. Arya managed to hide behind the corner before her older sister could spot her. The fact that her cunt demanded attention, courtesy of her lover, did not help however.

Why did Sansa always need to ruin things? Maybe if she waited around for a while the redhead would go away and-

"AAAAAHHH!!!" Oh oh. Arya sprinted out of there before anyone else could find her. She panted heavily. The girl could feel her wetness when her thighs rubbed against one another as she ran down the keep's stairs.

She managed to get away from the comotion. Thanks to Sansa, the condition between her legs did not get any better. And now her tits felt weird and sweaty inside her dress too. Many servants were around her, packing, carrying and whatever it was that they did. Just now she realized how warm the day was and how sweaty and smelly her body was too. She should get that dress cleaned, lest someone picked up her 'scent' clinging to the fabric.

The Stark girl was fuming. How long until she could be with Bran alone again? Arya would have to wait, even if her lady parts protested. Her sister wouldn't get out of this one for free, oh no. She promised to the Old Gods and the New that she would have her payback one way or another, or else she wasn't called Arya Stark.