The Lady Of Winterfell Ch 03

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"What?" Sansa frowned.

"I'm the Three-Eyed Raven." Brandan repeated himself.

"Right. You've said that. Repeatedly." Sansa grumbled, "This is the part where you explain what it means."

"I can see the past, present and future." Brandon explained in a monotone voice.

The Stark sisters exchanged a glance, and then Arya quipped, "Oh, is that all? I was worried it would be something strange."

"Stranger than being able to put on a face and become someone else." Brandan quipped dryly, which he could see put her sisters on edge as they hadn't explained that to him yet, before he interrupted the next question, "Yes, I've seen everything you've been through. Everything. And I'm sorry, but... I see everything, and it's hard to stay me. But, of everything I've seen, the future is most tricky, because it's not fixed or easily predictable. I keep seeing things that could be, including a very dark future in which Jon and the Dragon Queen make a deal with Cersei, and she betrays them."

"Of course she does." Arya scoffed, "That's a terrible plan. Who the hell would think that was a good idea?"

"Jon would." Sansa grumbled.

"Indeed. Like father, he can be too trusting. But it's not too late. I have seen the way you two can help unite the Seven Kingdoms in an era of peace." Brandan explained.

"How?" Sansa asked.

"You must allow her to do to you, the same thing Arya has done." Brandan explained, barely acknowledging Sansa's blush, "It is the quickest way to earn her trust. Make it more likely she will listen to us. Or more accurately the two of you. But first... I have a gift for you."

Before Sansa could find enough voice to ask what it was a guard burst in and announced, "My Lady, someone at the gate is claiming to be Margaery Tyrell. We told her to leave, but she... was being very persuasive."

There was a pause and then Sansa almost tripped on her way to scurry out the room while breathlessly mumbling, "Margaery..."

The guard quickly followed her, leaving Arya to stare in disbelief, then turned to glare at her brother who reassured her in the same annoyingly disinterested tone, "It wasn't easy getting her and her brother out of the fire, or Kings Landing for that matter, but I-"

Arya honestly didn't listen to his long winded explanation, as she didn't care how this happened, she was just so angry that it had happened she could barely function. Margaery Tyrell was Sansa's first love, and Arya didn't need the competition. If Brandan knew everything he should know that. Hell, if he really was still her brother he should know that.

The Stark sisters had never liked sharing their toys, especially with each other, but now Sansa WAS Arya's toy and Arya didn't want to share her with anyone. Or at least that was what she had been thinking ever since first bedding her big sister, and for the next few minutes, before she got some more shocking information.

"What?" Arya grumbled bitterly, interrupting his story filled with mind control, "Am I supposed to share Sansa with her too?"

"Yes." Brandan said nonchalantly, earning him a look from his sister, "Trust me, it's not what I want, as I do not enjoy seeing it. But one day, you'll thank me."

"I find that hard to believe." Arya grumbled.

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For the next week or so Arya continued to find it hard to believe as she watched her sister and their new guest making easy conversation, smiling, and Margaery softly touching what belonged to Arya as if she had some kind of claim on Sansa. It concocted images of the two gorgeous women in bed together, Margaery gently guiding Sansa through her first sexual experience, giving her so many firsts and in turn taking them from Arya.

Which was something Arya deeply hated, but then a new image popped into her head. One which would actually make sharing her favourite toy worth it, and one she couldn't get out of her head once it was in there. So she made arrangements to make it happen, which came to pass that night.

"My Lady." Margaery beamed as she opened the door to see Sansa, her face then dropping as she opened the door wider to find Arya sitting in a chair, just off to the side, and then she politely repeated the words to her other host, "My Lady."

"Come in, and close the door." Arya ordered.

Nodding her head Margaery quickly did as she was told and then hesitantly looked back and forth before turning to her former lover, "You wish to speak to me my Lady?"

"I'm the one who wishes to speak with you." Arya corrected, "I have an offer for you."

Margaery smiled disarmingly, "I'm all ears my Lady."

"First tell me, exactly how long were you fucking my sister." Arya asked bluntly.

There was a brief silence, then Sansa spoke up, "It's okay Margaery, this isn't a trap. Arya is gayer than Loris."

"Did I give you permission to speak?" Arya glared at her sister.

"No, sorry my Lady." Sansa quickly lowered her head in apology.

There was another brief moment of silence before Arya smirked, "This is a trap by the way, but one that you will likely enjoy."

Yet more silence, then Margaery cautiously corrected, "No one is gayer than Loris."

"We'll see about that." Arya said, deliberately cryptically, before asking, "Now answer the question. No harm will come to you. I swear."

Margaery hesitated for a few more seconds before admitting, "Not long. A week. Maybe a little more."

"And you were convinced you had left an impression in such a short time?" Arya tested.

Unable to stop herself from smiling, and even laughing a little, Margaery pointed out, "It does not take long to leave an impression. I can often do it in moments."

"Me too." Arya clearly threatened, also unable to stop herself.

"But then again, you never forget your first, do you Sansa?" Margaery winked at her former lover, who blushed as bright as her hair.

"Was Sansa your first?" Arya pounced.

Again Margaery initially hesitated, but ultimately admitted, "No."

"And yet, my sister left an impression on you too, didn't she?" Arya said knowingly, before pushing Margaery into a corner, "Unless, you are merely pretending because you think getting into my sister's knickers will help you politically. Or simply because you're bored."

"It's not like that." Margaery said immediately, telling the redhead, "Sansa, I... I truly care for you. I do. I know you might not believe me, but I thought of you every day since we were parted, and my heartache to see you again. I... I..."

"Love her more than you should?" Arya offered, and then when Margaery confirmed this with a blush the younger brunette confessed, "Me too."

"You..." Margaery frowned, before realisation hit, "Oh."

"And she was yours once, but not anymore." Arya announced, before calling over to her sister, "Isn't that right, sister?"

"Yes my Lady." Sansa blushed.

"And who do you belong too now?" Arya pushed.

Sansa blushed even more than before, and then hesitantly and softly answered, "You."

"Who?" Arya further pushed.

"You." Sansa repeated a little louder, and a lot quicker.

"Who?" Arya pushed one last time.

"Arya Stark." Sansa answered loudly and quickly.

"And how did I make you mine?" Arya grinned.

"You fucked me up the arse." Sansa confessed before she even realised what she was saying, then blushed.

Arya took a moment to enjoy the look on Margaery's face, before continuing, "I know she loved you. And maybe she still does. But it doesn't matter, because her heart is mine now, and I'm not sharing that for anything. Her body on the other hand, that is negotiable. Provided you're willing to pay the price."

There was a long pause, before Margaery asked out of curiosity more than anything else, "Which is?"

"Your ass." Arya gleefully explained, "You bend over and let me fuck you up the ass in front of MY Sansa so she can see that while part of her may always love you, you can't give her what she truly needs. If you're a good fuck, I'll even keep you around as a pet. Then you can play with Sansa as much as you want. As long as you ask my permission first, of course."

An eternity seemed to pass as Margaery tried to digest this information, before asking, "With what?"

Arya frowned, "Say again?"

"What did you used to fuck her ass." Margaery clarified, "A finger, or-"

"Oh, a cock I made, with a little harness so I can wear as if it was real." Arya happily explained, before calling out, "Sansa, show your little friend the cock I used to take your arse."

"Yes my Lady." Sansa blushed as red as her hair and did as she was told, trying not to notice Margaery's reaction, which was very difficult.

"You fucked her with that?" Margaery exclaimed in disbelief, losing her cool momentarily, before enquiring with genuine curiosity, "And she actually liked it?"

"Oh our Sansa is the biggest anal whore in all of the Seven Kingdoms." Arya boasted as she slapped Sansa's butt, "I mean, I've ass fucked a lot of whores, professional and otherwise, but I've never seen anyone cum harder with a cock in her ass than Sansa Stark. Mmmmm, but I've made plenty of other girls love it, and I guarantee I can make you cum from it."

Yet another pause, and then Margaery smirked, "Is this the part where I'm supposed to say, show me?"

"Erm, yes." Arya admitted, taken off guard, "How did you know?"

Margaery shrugged, for the first time since she entered the room feeling like her old self again, comfortable and in control, "Well, you did give the game away a little by admitting that you are trying to trap me, and I have to admit it's a decent trap. I confess I had little or no interest in incest prior to this, but the thought of you and my... our Sansa? That is very, very intriguing.

And to see her take it up the arse? Now there's something I'd pay a high price for. But my own arse? I confess I am hesitant to give that up, even for the chance to have your sister again. So, prove your words true, and I shall consider it. Assuming of course, this is a negotiation, and not an order."

"I'm no rapist, of course this is a negotiation." Arya growled, deliberately letting the Tyrell know she had offended her.

"Excellent." Margaery beamed, before suggesting, "Can I also assume that Sansa shall need some warm up first? And can I please be involved in it?"

Arya scowled, "I thought I made it clear that if you wanted Sansa again, you would have to give me your arse."

"You did." Margaery quickly reassured, "But this would be further incentive for me to give you what you want. Think about it? I'm a starving woman crawling through the desert, and giving me the first sip of water for free out of the kindness of your heart, and as a sign of good faith, before I give you everything I have in order to get the rest. And believe me, my Lady, I am starving for just the slightest taste of Sansa Stark. Or to feel her tongue on my cunt once again. Which I am sure will succeed my memories of what it used to be. Perhaps even from the first lick I shall be begging to be yours, just so that last lick wouldn't be the last thing I received from her."

"Wow..." Arya murmured, "Sansa was right, your scary good at negotiations. Very well, one lick it is."

"Arya!" Sansa whined, unable to stop herself from stepping out of line, and then quickly softening her tone while continuing to protest, "My Lady, please have mercy. I am just as starving for Margaery as she is for me. Probably much, much more. Please allow us more than one lick. I shall need more than that to be prepared for you. And we could put on a show for you! And-"

"One lick for her." Arya interrupted and clarified, "I know just how addictive you are, and I'm confident that's it'll little take. But either way, I shall finish the job, then I will butt fuck you in front of her to prove just how much she shall enjoy it when I take her arse."

There was a brief pause, and then Margaery countered, "Please my Lady, I beg of you, may I have a lick for a lick? I have craved Sansa's taste more than any other, but I have also missed her tongue just as much. Perhaps I could be allowed to ride her face while you lick her cunt? I doubt anything would please her more, and it would certainly push me to give you what you wanted."

"Oh yes please, please can we do that!" Sansa's eyes lit up, and she begged as if she was a small child trying to get her way, completely forgetting her place, "Please Arya! Please, please, please?"

"I suppose." Arya sighed, before quickly clarifying, "But only because I think it would be fucking hot!"

"Oh Gods, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Sansa exclaimed.

"You want to thank me? Kiss me." Arya grinned playfully, before making it clear that it wasn't a joke, it was an order, "Kiss me in front of your precious Margaery. Show her just how much you love your sister."

For a brief moment Sansa hesitated, and even glanced nervously at Margaery. Which Arya supposed was understandable, they had never done anything in front of anyone else, and this was a highborn girl from a family which had been an enemy of theirs. And yes, it was someone that Sansa had loved. Maybe still loved. Although that last thing only made this even more irritating for Arya.

However Sansa made up for it by cautiously standing up to her full height and stumbling towards her little sister like a nervous little deer taking it's first steps. Which was good enough for Arya, at least in terms of consent, so she quickly strolled over to her, making sure that when they kissed they would be doing it right in front of their guest.

Kissing was a lot easier when they were both lying down, but there was something to be said for doing it when they were both standing, as it meant Sansa either had to bend down, or in most cases like this one, Arya would reach up, grab that pretty red hair and pull her head downwards until their lips connected. Oh yes, Arya took what she wanted from her big sister, and even though this caused Sansa to let out a sharp cry she didn't hesitate this time.

No, she kissed back right away like a good girl, opening her mouth and allowing Arya's tongue to have it's way with hers while the younger sister's hands travelled all over the older sister's body. Although admittedly, it wasn't long before she just grabbed two handfuls of Sansa's bum and kept squeezing and fondling it until the kiss was done.

Margaery was used to bending the truth for her benefit, and she had while negotiating with her hosts, but not by much. She still found incest repugnant as a general rule, but every rule had it's exceptions. Mostly in this case because nothing about Sansa Stark could ever be repugnant in her eyes, and while the thought of Sansa kissing another pretty girl made Margaery a little jealous it was also a turn on.

Especially as the other Stark sister was of course beautiful, albeit in different ways. So to actually see the two ladies kissing was really quite enjoyable. And the fact that they were sisters? To Margaery's surprise she found that made it hotter. Of course it still made her jealous, especially as it had been so long since Margaery had kissed those pretty lips.

So once that kiss was done Margaery moved closer to the two other girls and softly pleaded, "I beg of you my Lady, may I please have a turn?"

Liking the fact that Margaery addressed her directly Arya smirked and then nodded, "Okay."

Which was all the encouragement Margaery needed to do the one thing above everything else she'd wanted to do since reaching the North, and certainly Winterfell, namely kiss Sansa Stark right on the mouth. To her delight as she turned to her beloved Sansa and smiled widely at her Sansa smiled back, the two of them leaning in at the same time and gently pressing their lips together.

Although Sansa was so tall that she still had to lean downwards, which greatly amused Margaery. Which was quickly forgotten when she got what she wanted, and was instantly reminded of the difference between kissing out of obligation, or even simple lust, and kissing someone you actually loved.

Three times Margaery had been wed, and none of them had come close to giving her a kiss like this. Nor had any of her other lovers, for that matter. No, this kiss was sweet, loving, caring and even gentle initially, before Margaery's desire got the better of her and she pushed her tongue into Sansa's mouth, just like the younger Stark sister had done before.

Was she tasting Sansa's sister's saliva on her lips and tongue? Almost definitely, which only made this more fun. Then all of a sudden Sansa was being pulled away from her and back into another kiss with Arya, while Margaery struggled to hide her annoyance. But then Arya pushed Sansa back into her arms, and Margaery realised what game they were playing, namely pass the parcel, with Sansa seemingly happy to be passed back and forth.

After several minutes of that Arya ordered, "Take off your clothes."

"Yes my Lady." Sansa whimpered, quickly doing as she was told.

Arya waited until her sister was naked before ordering their guest, "You too."

"I will, if you will." Margaery counter offered with a smile.

"Fine." Arya sighed reluctantly, even though she would have felt overdressed if she hadn't. So she removed her clothes the fastest of all of them, then enjoyed Margaery slowly removing her own, before ordering, "Well go on then, lick her."

Margaery took a few brief moments just to admire Sansa's body, before asking, "Can I play with her tits first? Just to prepare her a little? You must know the joy of it?"

"I do." Arya admitted, before grinning, "But trust me, Sansa has been ready for you since I told her that I would be arse fucking her in front of you. One way or another."

"I'm sure that's true, but-" Margaery began with a smile.

"No! We had a deal. Now are you going to honour it, or not?" Arya put her foot down.

"Of course my Lady" Margaery said apologetically.

"Shall I lay down on my back?" Sansa asked cautiously.

"Yes, whatever, just do it." Arya pushed.

Getting the permission she wanted Sansa jumped on the bed and spread her legs with a boldness that Margaery didn't think she was capable of. Well, she still blushed a little, but she kept her legs open, further proving that this wasn't the same nervous girl Margaery had seduced all those years ago.

Which initially caused Margaery to smile as she crawled in between Sansa's legs, as one of the greatest pleasures in life was corrupting other girls, even if she was only partly responsible for Sansa's corruption. Something which Margaery savoured almost as much is the long slow lick she then gave to Sansa, the former Queen squeezing every precious moment out of it.

Sansa had spent many lonely and miserable nights dreaming of what it would be like to be touched by Margaery Tyrell again. In fact, with the exception of the last few weeks with Arya prior to Margaery's arrival at Winterfell Sansa spent most of her time pining for Margaery, so just kissing her again had been a wonderful dream come true.

Of course Sansa would have preferred more than one lick to her Margaery starved cunt, but that just made the lick that she actually got that much more enjoyable, especially as of course Margaery squeezed it for everything it was worth, moving as slowly as possibly over her pussy and then lingering on her clit. Which was almost enough to make Sansa offer up more than a whimper of complaint that was all she was getting.

Margaery however had no such qualms, "Just one more lick? Please?"

Arya smirked, "Only if I can arse fuck you while doing it."

After genuinely considering this for a few long moments Margaery conceded, "Perhaps another time. But if I'm not going to do it, I would love to see Sansa get licked, before I sit on her face."