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CHAPTER TEN: Under The Red Keep, King's Landing
Arya Stark was on one of her dancing master's lessons, chasing the black cat through the Red Keep. She was passing grumbling guards, surprised servants, and other gossiping nobles on her frantic mission. The youngest Stark girl's hair was bound back with a tie and she wasn't dressed like the noble young lady she was. Instead she had on her martial training outfit of a loose-fitting brown shirt that covered her swelling breasts while her skinny legs were protected by baggy pants.
The last piece of her outfit was one that the people she was rushing by couldn't see; there was a thick dildo sunk inside her cunt. It wasn't so large that she was uncomfortable moving, nor too small that it would slip out. That was a long process of finding just the right size. Syrio said that a cunt needed training as much as a sword arm, so she trained her cunt with this dildo as she trained her reflexes and mind at the same time, squeezing it occasionally to grow in strength.
The fullness she felt as she darted and ran through the halls of the Red Keep kept her in a constant state of arousal. The inner walls of her cunt constantly flexed around the intrusion and was a large part of the distraction that kept letting the cat she was chasing escape. That was how she found herself running down the empty staircase into a disused basement chamber. What she saw there stopped her in her tracks, and the cat finally eluded it's pursuer. For the first time in hours, the burning wolfish arousal in Arya's cunt was banished from her mind.
There was a massive dragon skull here, hidden away in this darkest of basements of the Red Keep. There was no other dragon that it could have been other than Balerion the Black Dread, the largest of all dragons. Swallowing her fear in trepidation, the young girl swore the dark yawning eyeholes of the long-dead beast was following her as she came closer and she knew in the pit of her stomach that the bones had her no love for her. She was fascinated by the monstrosity though and settled her slender hand flat on the smallest of Balerion's gigantic teeth - it was the size of her own forearm, and thick as her wrist - finding the ancient bone not to be cold and unyielding, but warm and throbbing to the touch.
Something stirred with a sudden jolt inside of Arya Stark and the warmth of the tooth flared the throbbing arousal back into her cunt. Her other hand had to fly to cover her mouth to stifle a cry of arousal. It was lucky for the young girl that she did, for the soft voice that came wafting through a nearby secret doorway startled her. Nimble as a cat, she slunk into the gaping mouth of Balerion, hiding in the dragon's darkest shadows where countless thousands of men have died.
"He's found one bastard already. He has the book, the rest will come."
Sweat was dripping from her forehead, but it wasn't just fear that was causing her body to shiver. Arya Stark felt strange inside of the mouth of this dragon - every moment she lingered in here, another throbbing wave of pleasure raced through her cunt and she squeezed the dildo within herself tighter.
"And when he learns the truth, what will he do?"
A second voice came from the room, but she never looked at the people who were speaking. She was rooted to her hiding spot in fear. To her shocked mind, if she was so afraid though, why was her right hand in her pants, gently rocking the dildo, fucking her own cunt as the two dangerous men plotted mere feet away from her?
"Gods alone know. The fools tried to his son. And what's worse - they botched it. The Wolf and the Lion will be at each other's throats. We will be at war soon, my friend."
Arya Stark couldn't stand it any more. Her left hand balled into a fist and the aroused girl lifted it to her face to let her teeth bit into the solf skin, silencing her building voice. She had to muffle her voice as she fucked herself with the dildo, her wet cunt squishing and slopping with every thrust. She knew she was in danger, but she didn't care.
"What good is war now? We're not ready. If one Hand can die, why not a second?"
This cooled the crescendoing arousal in Arya Stark, letting her focus through the constant haze of arousal the young girl was in. They were talking about her father, and they were planning on ing him
"This hand is not the other."
Arya Stark's grey closed her eyes as the two men conspired and travelled through the basement, heading towards the stairwell up. She was trying to center her mind like Syrio taught her. One of his most important lessons was that she had to win the battle against her Woolf's , before she could win against anyone else.
"We need time. Khal Drogo will not make his move until his son is born."
Their voices were gone now, and she lost the battle against containing her arousal. Arya Stark knew she had to do something, so she did. She shimmied her pants down her thighs, kicking them into a pile in the center of the basement. The dildo came out of her cunt next, leaving the young girl dreadfully empty as it finally clattered on the floor. Her gaze frantically darted across the room, and settled on Balerion's tooth that her hand had touched before.
For a second, rational thought almost regained control of her mind, she couldn't fuck a dragon tooth, could she? In as much time as it took for the thought to cross her mind, her eyes darkened with wolfish need, and she pounced. It was an awkward fit, she had to half bend her body as she grasped onto Balerion's upper jaw, but Arya Stark was dexterous, nimble, and determined. In just a few minutes, her soaked cunt began to sink onto the dulled ancient tooth of Balerion the Black Dread.
Immediately her body began to shudder and tremble. Her cunt walls greedily crushed the dragon's tooth between them, glistening and soaking the bone as her juices ran down the tooth's length. Her mind was gone then, and she rode the tooth as hard as the girl could, every bounce of her slim and toned body sinking the tooth deeper up her cunt until it filled it completely and bulged her stomach outward.
Arya Stark could hold back no longer after a long day of teasing and denying her climax, and it was this that finally pushed her over the edge. Her back arched, her toes curled, barely reaching the floor as she rode the tooth. Her scream was that a wolf, echoing through the empty basement. In life, the Black Dread had tasted the of countless men and women, but this was the first time his teeth were treated to the honey of pleasure. Still she rocked her hips, spending a long time absorbing the lingering tremors of her cunt around the tooth filling it.
She was exhausted, and stretched like she had never been in her life. Loosening her grip on the dragon's upper jaw, she stroked the low bulge in her stomach and felt the stony hardness of the tooth within. The whine that came as she extracted herself from the tooth was long and pained. Finally free of Balertion's tooth, the Stark girl marveled at how much of the tooth was damp with her arousal.
Half limping, Arya gathered her pants and dildo again. This time it's insertion into her was much easier, much more loose. Arya's muscles struggled to hold it in place as he jerked her pants back up her slender legs, and made for the exit. What she saw there made her anger flare and smack the gate in frustration.
There was a length of chain and a lock bolting the gate shut. She wouldn't be able to make it back up into the Red Keep from the hallway she used to get down here. There was only one way out and the young girl turned towards it - the secret door the pair had emerged from originally. Bravely she straightened her body, and headed through it.
The hallway was long and pitch black with darkness. It was so dark that Arya tripped, stumbled, and got lost several times as she felt her way blindly through the tunnel. When Arya emerged quite abruptly into the sunlight of the docks of King's Landing, she had to blink at the sun's light several times and saw with great exasperation that she was covered in dirt, grime, and scratches. None of the dredges of peasants here gave her a second look, and Arya was thankful of that.
It took just a few minutes of walking through the city to reach back to the Red Keep. The young girl was rushing, so she could tell her father of the plot against him. She was almost there, she was so distracted by seeing the entrance just down the street from her now that she yelped in surprise when the powerful hand wrapped around her arm.
Her frightened eyes lifted up to the bored face of a pair of city watchmen blocking her path. The one holding her arm shook her once, then gave her a little shove backward, "Off with you, no begging."
Arya, never quite known for her patience, nearly snarled, "I'm not a beggar. I live here!"
The first guard tightened his glove on his hand, and waved it at her, "Do you want a smack on your ear to help with your hearing?
With a mind of its own, Arya's cunt tightened around the dildo inside of it, but she was in control over her Wolf's now, after her marathon self-pleasure with the help of the dragon. She straightened her back and lifted her chin, doing her best impression of her sister Sansa's nobility, "I want to see my father, Lord Eddard Stark, Hand of the King."
The guards gave each other amused looks and after a moment the second one spoke, "I want to get a blowjob from the Queen, for all the good it does me, boy."
The first one laughed at this, then stopped abruptly when Arya cut through it, her voice full of fierce confidence, "I'm no boy, I'm Arya Stark of Winterfell...I'm not the Queen but I'll blow both of you if you get out my way."
Another look came across their faces as they considered the offer. It was clear they believed her identity now, but were debating on if they wanted to take up the offer. The deal was apparently settled when the first grabbed her skinny arm and pulled her - a little roughly - into the nearby watch office. When the other guard closed the door behind them, the first Arya to her knees.
Being on her knees was the one position Arya Stark had the most practice in; she had been on her knees for servants, visitors, and most importantly, her half-brother Jon for years. So almost as soon as her knees impacted the floor of the office, she was already fast at work loosening his belt and fishing his cock from his pants. Her silky noble's hands stroked it's girthy length and he laughed and coiled his hands in her hair.
"I always knew these noble sluts were trained to take cock."
The pair broke into roaring laughter as Arya's little pink tongue fluttered around the first guard's cock, her grin bright as her lips enveloped his cockhead. The second guard scooted forward, his cock not as thick as his friends, but bearing a noticeable curve. Arya's dainty hands wrapped around his cock too, and eagerly set to the task of pleasing both of the guards.
They didn't spare her anything because she was of noble birth, so far above them. They called her vile names, and at each name her cut trembled around the dildo buried inside of it. That was one of the things the youngest Stark girl loved the most about pleasing men with her mouth and hands - especially the servants. It was so wrong, so below her station. Only wanton sluts and painted whores were supposed to do that, and Arya was a noble lady.
It didn't take long for the noble lady's eager mouth and sed hands to coax the loads from the two watchmen's cocks. She tilted her face up to the pair and gave them both her most dazzling smile, only offset by the smear of dirt and grime that covered her body from her recent travels. She had her own mini climax as the burning hot loads of cum splattered into her hair and onto her face, dribbling down to stain the shirt that was covering her swelling breasts.
She eagerly sucked her fingers clean as she stood, scooping as much dripping cum from her face and slipping her digits into her hungry and devouring mouth. The men, stills savoring their ogasms, took a moment to grow sheepish and almost bashful as they buttoned up their pants. The first guard cleared his throat and held open the door,
"Er, sorry Lady Stark, welcome back to the Red Keep."
She strode for the door, though she paused there. She half turned to the guards, her eyes so full of warning and threat that the pair both took a half step back, before she gives a wolfish growl, "If you ever tell any of your other guardsmen that I did this, my father will have both your heads on a spike."
Before they could give their stuttering reply, Arya Stark was already out the door, slipping back into the Red Keep to go talk to her father about what she overheard on the plot to him.
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