Author's Note:
This story takes place immediately after my last story: A Song of Submission. I highly recommend you read that before you read this one for context. For those who didn't read it, be aware it also contains some incest content.
This takes place during the first two episodes of Game of Thrones season eight, after Daenerys moves to Winterfell.
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When Arya awoke, she could feel hands on her body. It took her a moment to realise it was morning, given how dark the winter light had been this month, but was quickly brought into the land of the living by a pinch to her nipple. She could feel Sansa behind her, spooning her, with hands wondering across her skin. From the way her sister was grinding against her, she could tell last night's exploits had done little to alleviate her sexual frustration.
As soon as Arya turned Sansa planted a kiss on her lips, impatiently, before putting her hands on her shoulders and pushing down. "Kiss me down there," she whispered to Arya.
However appealing it sounded, it gave her an idea that meant disappointing her. Arya pushed her hands away and came out from under the sheets for air. As Sansa moved in for a kiss she placed a finger to her lips to stop.
"Sorry, Lady Stark, I've got a better idea."
"I told you not to call me that," she responded with irritation. "I need your touch. Weren't you the one telling me to give commands and take charge?"
"That's true," Arya said as she slipped out of her arms and to the edge of the bed. "But you need to spread your wings further."
Arya climbed out of the bed, and Sansa watched with a smile, unashamedly staring at her ass as she bent down to look for her clothes.
"I want you though," she moaned from under the bedsheets. Arya looked back and grinned as she pulled her scattered clothes from the night before on.
"You have me," Arya smiled, then, with her clothes all in place, paced out of the room. She remained gone for a minute or so before returning, during which time Sansa had remained in bed, glaring at the door.
"What are you doing?" she said, her stern side kicking in.
"I called for a chambermaid to bathe you."
"I can bloody well bathe myself. What in the gods did you do that for?"
Arya came in close to the bed and smiled down at her sister, running her fingers through her auburn hair. She knew what they could do together that day, but she needed a warm-up first - not comforts.
"This maid is going to bathe you. You're going to order her to wash you, because you are the Lady of Winterfell. Isn't that right?"
"...Yes."
"Then, if you want to get some release. You can get it from her."
"Very funny," she replied with a frown, but took notice of Arya's plain expression.
"I'm not joking, Sansa. It's one thing to take charge when it's someone you know, but you need to test the waters with others too, boost your confidence."
"I am NOT asking a maid to fuck me."
Arya couldn't help but laugh at the comment, and Sansa suppressed a smile at her giggles.
"Do you not think that every lord takes whatever woman he wants? Chambermaids are always satisfying the nobles they work for - so why should you be any different? Besides, I picked a particularly beautiful one - one who I am certain would be interested."
"How could you possibly know that?"
"I have my ways. Now, I can hear her coming. I'm going to leave, and you're going to use your servant any way you wish. Okay?"
Sansa shook her head, but Arya just smiled and walked away. As she got to the door, she came face-to-face with the chambermaid she had ordered. Sansa pulled the covers up to her neck in embarrassment, while Arya stepped out into the hall.
The maid shut the door behind her, then disappeared into the bathroom. Soon enough, other maids entered the room carrying buckets of steaming hot water, soaps, and towels, which they laid out into the bathroom, before taking their leave.
During all this, Sansa sat in her bed, silently cursing her sister. Eventually, the chambermaid came out of the bathroom and came to the end of the bed, where she stood, hands behind her back. "Lady Stark?"
'Arya was right, she is beautiful,' the redhead thought to herself. The maid was young compared to many of the other staff, maybe in her early twenties. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and her eyes were strikingly blue. Her figure, too, was incredible, even in the drab grey dress she wore.
"Miss Stark," she called again. "There's no need to be shy."
She smiled, but even the sweetness of her face did little to combat the rise of rebellion inside her. To be shy in front of a maid was to be weak in front of her, and she needed to be strong and willful like Arya... like Daenerys.
Sansa pushed the sheets off her and stepped out of the bed, proudly walking towards the bathroom without an inch of clothing. She did her best to hide her embarrassment and ignore the wide eyes that followed her.
'She's probably not used to seeing ladies sleep without undergarments,' she thought as she walked past her into the bathroom, stepping into the luke-warm shallow water of her tub. Without a word, the maid began to add hot water from the nearby buckets until it reached a lovely temperature.
Sansa sighed, and noticed the woman smile to herself in pride. She closed her eyes and, deciding to test out what Arya had suggested, kept them shut as she made her first order of the day.
"Wash my arms."
Without a word, the girl complied. Sansa opened one eye to look at her as she lathered up her arms with soap, and relished her beauty. She grew more bold, opening both eyes and looking at the maid's cleavage as she bent down, only looking away when the girl looked back at her expectantly.
"What's your name?"
"Elissa, Lady Stark."
"That's a nice name. But you can call me Sansa."
"Thank you, Lady Stark, but I can't call you by your first name. It's improper."
She looked Sansa dead in the eyes and said: "Besides, I like to call you a Lady, it reminds me how I have submitted to your service"
'Is she... flirting with me?' Sansa asked herself, noting the intensity to Elissa's eyes as she spoke.
Normally, she wouldn't have taken notice, but after what Arya said, she started to consider whether it was possible. The itch she desperately needed scratching made itself more known to her as this thought flashed before her eyes, and she decided to test the waters a little further.
"Elissa, do my chest now."
She kept her face as calm and collected as she could, even though she had butterflies in her stomach. Arya was right, it was so much easier when you knew someone. This felt more dangerous, but the thought of it actually working sent shivers down her back.
Elissa grabbed her cloth and dipped it in hot soapy water, before bringing it to Sansa's skin, lightly dabbing her from her collar bone down to her chest. She lightly scrubbed her breasts in turn, but it wasn't quite enough for Sansa.
"Use your hands," she said, hoping the order could be passed off as platonic if she were wrong about Elissa.
She didn't look her in the eye and looked around the room as if bored, but once the dark-haired maid cupped her breast she started to feel excited. She spread the soapy froth across her chest, spending more time than she needed to on the area.
With the lightest of touches to her nipples, Sansa couldn't help but sigh. Looking down at her chest she could see them begin to harden. Elissa washed the soap away but continued to massage her boobs, and it became clearer to Sansa that this woman had an agenda, or at least knew what was expected of her.
For the first time in a while, Sansa looked to her left. She didn't have to pretend to be cool and domineering now, as the way Elissa bit her lip and gazed at her with desire was enough to let her know she was in control.
Without breaking eye contact, Sansa reached for the hand on her chest. Lightly taking it in hand, she edged it down lower to her abdomen, dipping her fingers into the water. She let go of the hand, letting it trail in the water independently, but Elissa got the message.
The chambermaid pushed the sleeve of her dress further up her arm, then returned it to the water, using the feel of Sansa's skin to guide her down below the soapy water. She cooed softly as Elissa's hand found her crevice, but it was Elissa's breathing that quickened as she ran her fingers along the slit.
"Use your fingers,.. inside me," Sansa whispered, eyes closed again. She felt her confidence grow as Elissa followed her words with enthusiasm, as if she were the one being granted favour.
"Mmm," she moaned softly as one finger penetrated her, then again as a second entered alongside it. Elissa pushed them all the way in and out a few times as if staking her claim to her pussy, before curling upwards and grazing its roof.
"Oooohhh," Sansa groaned without thinking, almost yelping from the sudden sensitivity she felt. Whatever spot Elissa was touching, it was one she hadn't been touched in before, and she found herself getting close to the edge far faster than she'd anticipated.
Suddenly, she felt a soft sensation against her nipples and opened her eyes. Looking down she saw that Elissa had come in closer to the tub, and was now delicately licking her nipples as she fingered the Lady of the house.
"Fuck," Sansa whispered as the licking turned to long sucking, her lips wrapped around her areola while her tongue darted over the tip of her nipples.
As her arms tensed up with the rising feeling, she felt Elissa's lips leave her. Opening her eyes, she saw the maid watching her intensely, her mouth open in arousal. Sansa looked over her plump limps, the ones that were only just wrapped around her nipples, before the orgasm hit her.
