Arya and Tommen

Arya raced up the stairs of the Tower of the Hand, pulling Tommen behind her.

"Shouldn't we be going to my chambers?" Tommen asked, barely keeping up with his athletic new wife.

"Don't worry," Arya replied, giggling, "We're almost there!" Nymeria barked in approval, the huge direwolf bounding up the steps behind the newlyweds. Reaching the top, Arya pulled her husband up onto the roof, where guards usually patrolled. However, there were no guards on duty tonight, and looking up one could see the beautiful night sky.

"Why are we up here," Tommen complained, already tired from the run up the steps, "I thought we were going to... y'know..."

"Tonight's my wedding night," Arya said softly, looking up, "And I wanna spend it under the stars." Arya pulled at the strings of her stupid dress, trying to get it off. She laughed when she thought of the knight in the hall, who had tried to start her "bedding ceremony." He almost pissed himself by the time Arya was done yelling. No, she would undress on her terms. Closing her eyes, she let her dress drop to the ground, her bare skin exposed to the night air. Always the helpful companion, Nymeria grabbed her elegant lace smallclothes in her teeth and ripped them off, exposing her whole body to the moonlight.

"Thanks girl," Arya laughed, petting her friend behind the ear, "Now go and guard the stairs. Don't need some peeping guard to ruin my night."

As Nymeria runs to the stairs, Arya sees Tommen fumbling with his clothes. His shirt is off, but he can't seem to undo the knot of his breeches. Oh, her poor husband, Arya thought with a chuckle.

"Lie down," Arya commanded, slowly walking toward her beloved. Tommen was about to say something back, but the sight of Arya's nude form, barely illuminated by the night sky, silenced all protest. He laid down on the hard stone as his wife apprroached him, staring down at him seductively. Kneeling down she tore off the string and opened his breeches, freeing his cock. It was much bigger than Arya expected, considering how scrawny the boy was, but it was a nice surprise.

"I never thought I would like being married," Arya confessed, kneeling over Tommen's cock, the head just brushing her folds. "When they said I had to marry you, Joffrey's brother, I was mortified. I thought about running away." Slowly, she sank down his length, enjoying every second of it. "But then I met you. Your...oh... your not like the others. You...You would never try and...mmmm... try and control me." With every inch now inside the Stark girl, she bend at the waist, bringing her face close to her prince's.

"You'd let me be free."

With that, the two enveloped each other in a kiss, a fierce, passionate kiss. Tommen was so involved in the kiss, so deeply in love with his new wife, that he didn't even notice Arya's lack of hymen.

The two kissed for what seemed like hours before Arya finally broke it, grinning wildly. "Okay, enough with the romantic shit," she quiped, sitting up. "I want all of King's Landing to hear me scream." With that, she began bouncing on Tommen's cock. Her breasts jiggled as she rode the Prince, her nipples hard in the cold open air. Tommen took the hint and began thrusting up to meet her. It took them a while to get the timing right, but soon they found a rhythm. Arya's moans grew louder and lourder as the two lovers began to speed up

Arya was no weakling, but she was getting tired of doing most of the work. "Your turn," she teased, climbing off her husbands dick. Tommen was a bit dissappointed, that is, he was before he looked up. Never before had he seen anything sexier. Arya Stark was on all fours in front of him, her ass raised.

"You gonna put it in or what?" The she-wolf asked impatiently, wiggling her ass back and forth. Tommen scrambled to get up, climbing out of his breeches and getting behind his wife. Pressing into her, Tommen thrust in, splitting her folds with his cock.

"Oh fuck yes, baby," Arya groaned, losing herself in the pleasure. The stones were rough on her elbows and knees, and she knew she'd be sore, but that only made it hotter.

Tommen was so caught up in the moment that he forgot how shy he was and, on an impulse, brought his hand down hard on Arya's ass. She screamed in surprise and pain, causing Tommen to stop moving. They were both silent for a moment.

"You better fucking do that again," Arya growled, and Tommen complied, striking her over and over. He fulfilled Arya's wish; soon her screams were echoing across the city.

With one final thrust, Tommen came inside his wife, emptying his balls. The warm feeling inside her pushed Arya over the edge, and soon she orgasmed as well, squirting all over his cock. Nymeria howled as the lovers came, and somehow Arya knew she was with child.

But she didn't care. Pulling Tommen to the ground, she kissed him with all her remaining energy, before they both drifted to sleep. Nymeria walked over and lay next to them, keeping the naked pair safe and warm.