Arya's Naughty Pleasures

BY : The Hound
Category: G through L > Game of Thrones
Dragon prints: 33996
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice and Fire and make no money from this fiction.

Chapter 1 ~ Winter is Coming


The northern wind brushed through her dark hair while galloping across the cold green hills outside of Winterfell castle. Arya blushed in excitement as always, feeling the bumping leather saddle between her bare thighs, a feeling she had come to enjoy, as any little girl would.

In a mile, Arya reached a narrow stream in the woods and dismounted. Walking over to the edge of the flowing water, the girl lifted the base of her northern skirt up to her hips and squatted down with opened thighs, revealing her young fresh quim in the cold forest air. In a few seconds she began taking a delightful piss, letting out a girly sigh of relief as the clear stream drained out of her. Letting out every last drop, Arya mounted herself back up again and rode off into the wilderness.

Arya had just turned twelve, the beautiful grey mare she was enjoying was her nameday gift from her Lord Father, Ned Stark. Arya had always been very fond of the saddle, especially now after her accidental discovery in months past. She knew such behavior was deemed inappropriate under the strict morals of Septa Mordane. That old prude taught all highborn ladies to behave themselves properly, and that would certainly include refraining from ‘naughty’ activities or even speaking of them. But such morals never stopped her from opening her legs and galloping through the woods. Arya was never much of a ‘proper’ little lady, nor did she ever want to be. 


Arya’s First Orgasm

It was three months ago when Arya discovered herself, after a normal day of horseback riding. The girl ventured upstairs into her bedchamber feeling more ignited than usual, possibly from the ride or perhaps from just being her naughty self.

At her bedside, the girl began to unlace her northern gown, stripping everything off one by one, revealing her nymph figure. Her pale arse cheeks were tight, few strands of dark pubes grew above her smooth cunt, no real curves defined her hips just yet, but her preteen breasts were showing first signs of development.

With a mischievous smirk, Arya stepped off of the cold floor and into the furs of the bed naked, grabbed one of her favorite pillows and positioned it in the middle. This one in particular was neatly stitched together and given as a nameday gift by her older sister Sansa.

In lustful excitement, Arya spread her legs and straddled it to her personal comfort, feeling the fabric deeply kissed against her young slit, almost reenacting herself on horseback. Instinctively she began rolling her little hips back and forth into Sansa's gift. The pleasure ignited and climbed up between her legs and inside of her core, bringing about deepening breathes, sending blushes on her pale cheeks from the growing pleasure. The little girl had no clue what she was trying to accomplish by doing this thing, only that it felt good, and so she kept humping away with little shame, experimenting with different motions of the hips, arching her back and spreading her thighs more. Soft girly moans of pleasure escaped her mouth, the only time she sounded less like a boy.

After several more minutes of her nasty assault, the little girl began to feel something strange approach within her for the first time, something new, something uncontrollable.  "..What’s happeningAm I about to piss?.." she pondered frantically. Suddenly, with a few more pleasurable motions of the hips, it finally happened to her. The growing sensation inevitably reached to its peak and Arya started having her first orgasm.  "Aaahhhh!...." the girl squealed in surprise, toes curled up and her eyes rolled back, legs wide open during her first release ever.

Unluckily for the little one, Sansa must have passed through the stone corridor just outside when she heard the cry. The older sister quickly opened the door unannounced and rushed into Arya's room.

“Is everything alr-- oh my..” Sansa stood there frozen by what she stumbled upon, eyes widened. Arya gasped from the intrusion but did nothing to cover herself up, instead she remained seated on the pillow with her legs wide open and finished the rest of her orgasm. Sansa should have turned away like a proper lady would do but only continued to watch Arya in her most vulnerable position.

Realizing the chamber door was still open, Sansa closed the door so no one else might see. Turning back around, a smile crept onto Sansa's blushing face. Arya was of course blushing as well, mostly from the absolute pleasure and maybe some embarrassment.  

Being fourteen years of age, Sansa was no stranger to such activities behind closed doors. She knew exactly what Arya was doing and the pleasure she must have felt just now. It was by far the most unladylike thing Sansa ever caught her doing. There was an awkward pause between them. The aftershock sensations of Arya’s first orgasm lingered deep within her sex, and Sansa knew it.

“Ehm.. sorry to intrude, sister, I thought you were.. in pain..” the older sister spoke, trying to keep a straight face at first but then giggled hysterically.

Arya remained seated without answering. With confused eyes and blushing cheeks, she looked down between her opened thighs, dazed by the godly sensation.

Sansa noticed the look of disbelief on Arya's expression. “... Was that your first one?” she queried.

Arya could only assume one thing she was referring to. “Y-yes..” she responded shakingly. “… But what was it?” Arya whimpered in confusion.

Sansa smirked and moved closer to the bedside. “You were cumming...” she pronounced the word in relaxed emphasis, letting her know how intimately special it was.  

With blushes Arya looked down at herself and repeated the word. “Cumming..”

Sansa nodded with a slight grin. “By the looks of it, you must have really enjoyed it.. naughty girl.”

A slight grin of enjoyment crept onto Arya’s face.

“How did it feel?” Sansa asked with a baiting voice.

“It felt.. -really- good.." she expressed in more controlled breaths now. "Uhm, sorry about ruining the gift you made.” she apologized, looking down below her hips, never intending for any juices to come out of her.

Sansa gave a look of forgiveness. “Don’t worry, it’s yours. It was made to provide you comfort, and it seems you took that to a much higher level.." she teased. "..I can stitch up another pillow for you next week, and you can hump it to your cunt’s desire...”

Arya giggled. “To my cunt’s desire..”

Sansa nodded with a smile, then peered down observing her method of pleasure. “Hm, now I understand why you enjoy riding horses so much.” Sansa figured out. 

"Do you mind if I watch?" Sansa asked. "I'll let you continue in privacy, but I just want to see you cum once more, if that's alright.."

There was no denying it, Arya was ready to experience the incredible sensation again, as any girl would. With the pillow shoved between her legs she was already in the position to do so. "Watch me.." she responded grinning.

Sansa crawled into bed and sat down to watch closely, Arya did what she knew best and started rolling her hips into the cushion. Biting her bottom lip in excitement as the pleasure climbed up her flushed nethers, girly moans escaped from her accidentally, blushes grew.

The older one became aroused watching her behave in such a way. While Arya was passionately rolling her hips, she had the courage to make eye contact with Sansa during her nasty assault, and that was enough to make the older sister blush.

Arya continued humping away at it while Sansa gazed. Moments later, Arya started to breathe deeply, feeling her climax build inside. “Oh gods, I’m gonna cum!…”  Motioning her bare hips back and forth a few more times, legs trembling, Arya dropped her jaw and started having her second orgasm, it was enough to make her toes curl in ecstasy. Sansa tried hiding her arousal while gazing at Arya in the peak of her sexual pleasure, expressing herself in the naughtiest way until she was finished. A deep sigh of relief escaped the little one.

“How did that one feel?” Sansa asked blushing with a beating heart. The spectacle made her begin to moisten down below.

Arya sighed again. “That felt incredible.” in an almost whimpering voice. She took another few breaths of recovery and then wondered. “…Have you ever felt it?” she asked.

Sansa nodded. “Of course I have. More times than I can count.” she admitted, eyes looked up as she pondered for a moment. “I had my first one at thirteen, almost a year ago.” eyes returning back to her.

Arya's brows went up. "That long ago? Why didn’t you teach me?” the little one glowered.

“I.. I was too embarrassed.” Sansa replied smiling. “And I imagine Septa Mordane would be furious if I taught you such lewd things..”

“Septa Mordane is stupid, and old..” she scowled childishly and began rolling her little hips again. “I would love to see the look on the septa’s face if she caught me.” Arya grinned at the idea, she might actually do it.

Sansa gave a joyful smirk as Arya expressed her defiance to being a proper lady, it was always expected. “I would love to see that as well.. but please don’t..” she advised.

While Arya was rolling her hips back and forth, she didn’t respond, instead looked at Sansa with her usual grin.

“Don’t..” the older sister warned in a begging sort of way.

“Fine.. I wont…” Arya replied halfheartedly.

“Good.” Sansa moved to the edge of the bed, planted both feet on the floor. “Well, I suppose I’ll let you continue in privacy for now." the teen sister walked to the chamber exit.

Placing a hand on the door handle, she looked over her shoulder at Arya playing with her new favorite toy, “Have fun, and try to keep your voice down…” she warned before leaving the room allowing her naughty little sister to continue exploring.

With Sansa knowing what she was up to on the other side of the wall, it gave her a bit of extra excitement. And now Sansa was most likely pleasuring herself as well, seeing as how the spectacle aroused her. Arya came six times that night. By the time she was all done, her gifted pillow was soiled in her sticky mess. She drifted to sleep with a naughty smile of satisfaction on her face.  Winter came earlier than expected.

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