The bull and his she-wolf

Chapter 4

I am so sorry for the low update!!! But I graduated high school, and I have been without computer since then! But here is another chapter of the story! Pleeeeease comment what you think, I need motivation!!
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She wandered through the halls, once she had been running, she had always been running
somewhere, because it went faster. She remembered a morning in her childhood, she was stuck with
her sister and her septa, trying to make her stitches looking good, and failing miserable with the task,
septa Mordane was praising over Sansa's beautiful stitches, and only shook her head to Arya's work.
She heard all of her brothers outside in the sunshine trying to teach Bran how to shoot an arrow, and
all she wanted to do was run, she wanted to practice archery, not sitting inside with her sister and
other boring ladies, when she saw the opening, she took it, running outside, she came up behind her
brothers, releasing an arrow from her own bow, shooting strait past her brothers, hitting the center of
the target with ease. Her brothers' laughter sang through her memories and the feeling of Jon tousle
her hair back then.
She stopped outside Gendry's chambers, hearing him groan Arya, oh shit, Arya was all she heard
from the door, was he dreaming of her? She turned the doorknob and the sight would be imprinted in
her mind forever, he laid sprawled over the big featherbed, using his hand to pleasure himself, he
hadn't heard her coming in, and he kept chanting her name. She had seen him naked before, a
memory of when he found out that she was a girl, traveling to the wall. "..And I have been pissing in
front of you and everything... All about cocks, I should never had said." She remembered how furious
she had been when he insisted of calling her m'lady. It never seized to annoy her, but right now, the
comment made her smile, something must have given her away because Gendry jerked his way up,
trying to cover his erection with the sheets. Arya smiled, humor glittering in her eyes. "No, I'm sorry my
lord, I shouldn't have interrupted, please, don't stop." She could barely hold back her laughter when
she said those words, she knew it wasn't very kind, but Gendry was used to it. She saw him blush in a
deep shade of red, and she couldn't contain her laughter anymore, she burst out laughing and he
groaned, covering his red face in his hands. She walked to sit beside him on the bed, she tried to look
anywhere but his manhood, though her eyes were drawn there, she tried to ignore the flutter in her
stomach, and the heat of desire between her legs. She was a maiden still, but not in her mind, she
had seen things, heard things and knew quite a lot from listening on drunkards in the tavern. He was
the biggest she had ever seen, and she smiled at that.
"Go, you shouldn't be here, you are a lady, ready to be wed to a lord, it is hard to find a lord who wants
a woman with a ruined maidenhood." He growled, still embarrassed. She felt the fury rage inside her,
how many times did she have to tell Gendry that she wasn't a lady, her family had long thought she
was dead, they would never marry her off if she didn't want to, they would let her do anything. She
pulled the sheets away from him, baring him, all naked in front of her eyes, she saw him look up, a
surprised look on his face as he saw the hunger in her eyes. Before he could pull away, she lowered
her head, closing her mouth around his manhood. He hissed in pleasure, which made her more
confident, she kept sucking on him, slightly teasing the tip of him with her tongue, she felt him grow
even stiffer in her mouth. He pulled out of her mouth before his release, shifting their positions so she
laid on the soft bed with him hovering over her. He pulled off her breeches, and fumbled to try take off
her tunic, so he ripped that one apart in his haste to see her naked body, and once the clothes were
on the floor, he couldn't stop looking at her, admire her body. She squirmed beneath his gaze, he pressed kisses on her smooth skin, everywhere he could reach, starting at her feet, he kissed his way
up to her inner thigh before continuing with her other leg, skipped the area where she needed it most.
He kissed every scar he found, trying to heal it more, he teased her nipples, one with his hand and
one with his mouth. She let out a whimper, wishing him to go faster, but he insisted on doing this his
way.
She felt his mouth close over her nipple, feeling the tip of his tongue tease her until it stood erect,
moving upwards he found her weak spot just below her ear, sucking on her pulse point. Finally he
kissed her, crashing his lips over her, they were beyond the point of tenderness, and this kiss was full
with need. She bit down hard on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he let her inside, she
tasted the iron on his tongue with the sourness of the wine, while she let her tongue explore his
mouth, his hand disappeared between her legs, and found her sopping wet, he pushed two fingers
inside her. She gasped at the unfamiliar feeling, but soon she was overwhelmed with pleasure, she felt
the pressure increase, the heat almost unbearable, and suddenly he withdraw, leaving her unsatisfied.
She whimpered, opening her eyes and found his blue eyes watching her. "Stupid bullheaded boy."
She glared at him and he smiled at her before kissing her once more, this time he begged for entrance
in her mouth, she kept her lips firmly pressed together, still pouting, he kept licking her firm lips, kept
coaxing her until she opened her mouth slightly, but he took his chance, sneaking his tongue inside
her mouth, she decided she liked him kissing her. He broke away from the kiss, and she looked into
his eyes and saw so much passion but also determination. "Are you sure you want this?" She pulled
him down to her for another kiss. Yes she was absolutely sure about this. She felt him position himself
at her entrance, spreading her legs wider apart before pushing himself inside her. She felt pain, and
he stilled once he was inside her, wait for her to adjust to the unfamiliar feeling. The pain was
bearable, she had been through worse, much more worse, she nodded her head at him, a smile
plastered on her face as he began to move and she gave herself up to the pleasure and the pain
dulled away. The pressure inside her increased and she lifted her hips to meet his every thrust, both of
their movements became faster, more urgent as both of them neared their climax. She pulled his head
down to kiss him, her fingers raking his back, drawing red marks and blood in the process, he lifted her
legs and put them around his waist, and she tried to pull him closer by digging her heels into his ass.
He left her lips only to kiss the weak spot below her ear and with that she climaxed, biting down on his
shoulder to muffle her screams, he peaked with her, filling her with his seed. The orgasm she just had
experienced was more powerful than anything she had experienced before, when she became aware
of their surroundings again, she found herself wrapped in his arms and a blanket covered their bodies,
as he kissed her, en tender kiss on her shoulder while she drifted off to sleep. The first good sleep she
had had since she put her foot back in Westerros again.
Gendry woke up, reaching out for the woman beside him, only to grab air. He bolted up, looking
around and Arya was nowhere in sight. He sighed and fell back on the pillows, had he only imagined
that she came to his chamber and seduced him? ad it all been a dream? No it couldn't have been,
please no.  He reached up and put on his clothes, feeling it hurt on his back when the rough material
of his tunic touched his back, he ripped it off, trying to see his back in the mirror. He saw the red marks
marking his back, and he felt a relief in his heart, it had been true, she was with him, but she had left
him before dawn, but it was true, no less. He walked towards the forge, and stopped by the training
yard, he saw a bunch of solders training, their movements were swift and lither than most of the
soldiers training on the other side of the yard. He saw Arya in front of every one of the soldiers, she
were training everyone, the bunch that were swifter and lither were her own soldiers. She led the other
group, Bran's soldiers against her own army, trying to learn them how to fight, and to meet great
resistance by their faster and swifter movements, you can't count on your strength because it can
exhaust you, by being faster and lither, you can wear them down, and it will probably keep the most
injuries away from you, because you are so fast. He saw her army defeat Bran's soldiers within
minutes and he saw the knights being slightly offended, but they clenched their jaws and tried again. Arya gave them strictly orders, it was easier said than done. "You, don't let them defeat you, or you will
be dead!" She shouted to Bran's soldiers and to her own. "Fight like it is your last day on earth, fight
and don't let me down!" He smiled at her words, knowing both sides will give their best. She learned
them different strategies and gave his soldiers a great disadvantage, surrounded by "enemies". He
saw the sweat drip from everyone and he couldn't help by feeling his cock stiffen at the sight of Arya.
Bran's knights and soldiers started to get tired of Arya's never ending training and started to whine
about it and she let them taste her fury, and they shut up after that, he decided to help them and give
them a rest. He walked towards her, and she let the soldiers having a break when she came towards
him. "Teach me." He said. Arya eyed him up and down before turning her back to him, saying "You are
late for practice Ser Gendry." He flinched slightly at her harsh words. "And that is why you shall meet
me in combat!" Gendry let out a sigh, he didn't want to fight her, playfighting was one thing but
practicing for a fight is another. He started to regret his offer to give the soldiers a break. One of the
soldiers gave him a sword, this time whispering "Thank you." Gendry suppressed the urge to roll his
eyes. Gendry positioned himself into a defensive position, trying to keep himself sidefaced to Arya, to
make the target smaller. They circled around each other, trying to read one another's first move.
Instead of giving Arya the first moment of surprise, he chose to attack her first. She blocked his blow
with ease, making a direct move against his ribs with her fist, he couldn't avoid it, and he was too busy
with the sword. He grunted in pain as she shouted glaring comments like "You are so stupid, always
be aware of your opponent, all of him!" He answered with "What about her?!" Which earned him a hard
blow in his stomach sending him to the ground, the snow which had returned, melted around their feet.

She gave him a moment to get up because she didn't want the fight to end so soon, she would make
him regret that he was late. He attacked her while she still had her back to him, but with one swift
move, she made him fall back to the ground, he knew he would wake up with bruises all over his body
the very next day. He could feel his anger surge inside him, why was she always mad at him, making
him suffer more than anyone? The anger gave him speed and more force than he intended to, but with
the moment of surprise, he got a good hit on Arya's shoulder, making her cry out in pain and falling to
the ground, she didn't have a chance to avoid or meet the blow. He dropped his sword in an instant
and ran towards her, everyone else in the training yard froze for a moment before the place were
buzzing again, awaiting for a sign from Arya. She glared at every soldier who had ran to rescue her,
like they could take away the pain, and finally her gray eyes met his, they were filled with awe, and
affection. She rose to her feet, she hissed angrily to everyone, not to help her or to support her.
She had gathered all attention from the yard and Gendry saw the rest of the Stark family on the low
balcony, Sansa's face of fear and disgust, Jon's worried but amused expression, Rickon's face were
filled with excitement and Bran's worried and almost skeptical look. Gendry lowered his face in shame,
he had just attacked a lady, the princess in the North, like she was just another solider. The silence fell
upon the yard when Arya spoke out. "You all saw what happened, and for you who didn't, I will tell
you, Lord Gendry and I were training, and I wasn't quick enough to avoid his blow..." She were
interrupted by some call from the outer circle of the yard. "He shouldn't have used all his force, you are
a lady, we should be careful with you..." Arya's angry voice echoed through the yard. "I am not a lady,
nor will I ever be even though I can't give away my title, I will certainly not act like one, and I will not be
treated like one! I have travelled to the Free Cities, I have been treated just like any lowborn poor
bastard have ever been, and I don't care, I will always act and behave like me, like Arya Stark, no matter what ever all the courtesies says, no matter what any other lady would disapprove. I have been
through the seven hells and back, and I won't behave like I didn't! What you saw was the way I wanted
to be treated, when I am training the soldiers, there is no holding back, how could I ever became as
good as I am today if I was treated like a highborn lady? If I notice one of you are holding back, I will
personally put you in a cell to rot!" Her voice was strong for everyone to hear, and she stood all proud
and tall, or not quite tall but for all she was. "Ser Gendry did just what I wanted him to do, I wanted him
to give his everything in this fight, just like you do when you are fighting any other soldier, I will not be
treated differently." Gendry had kept his eyes trailed on her, listening in awe, her strong words and the
honesty that laid behind those words.
Not saying another word, she lunged at Gendry, her sword in the air, he throw himself down and rolled
aside when she stabbed the ground he had hit just a few seconds ago. He saw his sword laying
behind her and when he tried to get it, she blocked his every way. He throw his leg up, kicking her
sword hand just enough for her to drop the sword and quickly he lunged for her sword, now he was
armed and she was not. She raced to his sword and picked it up just in time to block his blow, their
swords clashing into each other. She went on attacking every chance she could with every swift
motion and strategy she could come up with, frustrated that he blocked every blow, so she kicked his
leg and he nearly lost his balance giving her time to send him back to the ground, he barely avoided
her strike, and rose again on his feet, as the next blow landed on his upper arm. He grimaced,
avoiding her next blow to gather his balance again, they kept exchanging blows, and sometimes one
of them would get a hit on the other but the fight never came to ones forfeit. He dropped his sword,
tired of the never ending fight, and lunged at her, she dropped her sword from the force when his
bodyweight hit her in her stomach. He pinned her to the ground, sweat dripping from him, and he saw
sweat glistering in her own face, and she smiled breathlessly. He saw her lift her head and she gave
him a peck on his cheek, he closed his eyes thinking the fight might have ended. He couldn't have
been more wrong. She flipped them, with small struggle and she pinned him to the ground. "First rule
in battle strategy, never let your opponent distract you." He heard laughter around him and saw some
of the other knights and soldiers trying to suppress their laughter when he saw them. Arya herself
wore a smile on her face. "That wasn't fair!" He said, frustration clearly in his voice. Arya rose, and
held out a hand to help him up, which he ignored rising himself. "Since when do you think your enemy
will play nice and fair with you? Don't be such a girl." She dismissed the others and they scattered
around the yard, talking to each other. "Are you calling me a girl, my lady?" he said with a slightly
mocking tone. She looked up to meet his gaze, cocking her head to one side. "Yes I am, what are you
going to do? Pull your cock out to prove me wrong, my lord?" He lifted a brow at her. "Maybe I will do
just that." He said tugging at her arm, and she followed him willingly to her chamber.