Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Arya Stark was very used to tense situations, although nothing had quite been this bad. Even when she was sneaking into King's Landing to kill Cersei or sneaking back out again after succeeding hadn't been quite as intense as the long and tiresome journey back to Winterfell. It felt like it lasted forever, especially as news reached them in the process that The Wall had fallen, and that the dead were marching on her childhood home.
The Long Night was upon them, and there was no guarantee that any one of them would survive. Of course Arya was not afraid to die, and had cheated death countless times already and was confident she could survive again, but her beloved Margaery Tyrell and especially her sister Sansa Stark were not fighters. Neither was their Queen, but at least Daenerys Targaryen had her Dragons.
The terrifying true of it though, was either they survived together, or they died together. If the United army of Westeros couldn't stop the army of the dead than there would be nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, which was why things were so intense. During the entire journey they couldn't even find distraction in each other's arms as they were too busy travelling.
Which was why as soon as they arrived Arya was quick to drag her three lovers to the bed which had once belonged to her parents, and now would witness a greater debauchery than ever before. Which was really saying something, considering this was where Arya had taken her big sister's anal cherry, and made Sansa her bitch forever. Margaery too. And perhaps this would be the place where she would break Daenerys.
Just the idea of it was overwhelming, and Arya was barely able to wait until they were through the door before she pounced on Sansa, forcing the taller girl's head down into a passionate kiss. Well-trained bitch that she now was Sansa of course instantly responded, gasping in pleasure and surprise into the kiss. Although Arya's hands sliding all over her body had a lot to do with that.
Especially to the places she most wanted to touch, namely her big sister's boobs, and more importantly that heavenly arse of hers. Which was definitely going to be the focus here tonight, mostly because she wanted to remind the Queen about what she liked to do to bottoms, and just how good she was at it. Of course there was another reason.
"Take off your clothes and bend over! Now!" Arya growled directly into her sister's face after she broke the latest kiss, "I want your arse."
"It's yours." Sansa responded automatically, and a little dreamily, before hesitantly adding, "But, we just got here..."
"So?" Arya raised an eyebrow challengingly.
"So shouldn't, shouldn't we do other things first?" Sansa asked hesitantly, quickly adding when Arya gave her a look, "Don't misunderstand my words my Lady, I adore your cock up my arse. I live for it! But I love all the other things we do together, and it has been so long since we have made love properly. Can't we take our time?"
"No." Arya said flatly, before explaining, "The dead could be here any moment, and if we are to be caught unawares let it be while I am doing my favourite thing in the world, fucking my big sister in her perfect little arse. And if the dead leave us waiting for days? Weeks? Months? I want to spend every single second of that time deep in your shit hole, so if only one of us survives we will have the memory of that epic bumming to keep us warm at night."
Which should have horrified Sansa, but instead she preened, blissfully happy for a few long seconds, before another thought came to her, "What about our guests?"
"Who? Oh, them." Arya teased her other lovers, "They can watch."
"Arya!" Sansa exclaimed, sounding absolutely appalled, as if her old self momentarily came back, "You're being rude."
"She's always rude, sweet girl." Margaery smiled a smile of infinite patience, wisdom, and a little mirth.
"Indeed." Daenerys glared, hesitating only briefly before demanding, "You'll have to do better than that, Stark."
"Oh really?" Arya questioned challengingly after a pause, and then after an even more tense few seconds she simply smiled, "Well, I guess I could share."
"There is plenty of Sansa to go around." Margaery pointed out.
"And leave you unattended?" Arya raised an eyebrow again, before offering the Queen, "How about we fuck these two hot bottoms side by side? We haven't done that before, and I think it would be really hot. And a great way to spend our last night together. And once they're nice and loosened up, we can even swap holes? Wouldn't that be nice? Unless of course, you want a turn getting your arse skewered on my cock."
It was the kind of thing that this rude girl would dare say to her before, and Daenerys had made the mistake of letting it slide, but now it meant so much more, and for a few horrifying second she made that obvious by pausing before agreeing, knowing it was the best offer she was going to get, "That, that is acceptable. Yes, let us do that."