The bull and his she-wolf

Chapter 5

I am so sorry for the delay of this chapter, but finally I have written a part, hopefully you will like it, and please comment what you guys think about it, it keeps my motivation up. Alright so here we go.

Sansa had watched in horror when Ser Gendry and her sister had fought, especially when she cried out in pain, how could she stand it? Why couldn't she just be a normal lady? But Sansa loved her sister no less, she was her sister, a daughter of the North, the true she-wolf of Winterfell, she was Arya Stark, and Sansa's sister, she walked through the halls of her home, but soon she would never return, she was betrothed to Willas Tyrell.  She would move to High Garden and live her life there, but her heart belonged to a soldier, a lifeguard, not who she expected to fall in love with, she wanted to fall inlove with a handsome knight in shining armor but yet she had fallen for a solider. She lifted her head high, she was a real lady, and she would marry whomever her brother wanted her too. She heard giggle and she followed the sound, wanting to socialize with some other ladies, but when she saw the source to the sound she quickly retreated before they acknowledged her presence. Her sister were running around in the castle with her blacksmith bastard friend. But she knew in her heart that the blacksmith bastard bedded her sister. She went to find her friends and they sat down and started sewing their new dresses. Sansa only listened on half an ear when she heard. "...Runs around like she owns the place and she can do whatever she wants without someone will scold her... She needs to be put in a place, she have to act like a normal lady..." Sansa rose abruptly and glared at her friends. "I have thought my sister was dead for six almost seven years and I know now that she is alive, and I am satisfied with that. I will not tell her who she will wed, I will not tell her to act like someone she is not. I will not let someone take her away if she does not want to. Believe me, I have tried to scold her in our childhood and it resulted in quarrels and arguments, and when I thought she was dead, I regretted that I had tried to change her, and not trying to be a sister. I was ashamed of my sister but not anymore, she is my sister, the lost she-wolf of Winterfell, the lost daughter in the North, she is a warrior and she will always be one. I will not change her, and nor will you. I am proud of my sister though we do not share every opinion, but she is my sister." Sansa felt her tears prickle her eyes and she walked out of the room, her head held high and the pressing silence from her friends.  She went to her chambers, and she felt his presence behind her, he followed her into her chambers. As soon as they were behind her closed doors, she went limp in his arms and he held her close to his chest, letting her sob into him, he softly patted her back and just held her firmly in place while whispering his nickname for her. "Little bird, don't cry little bird." She felt comfortable in his arms, his big posture hovering over her. 

Arya felt to giggle, and she did, resting her head on Gendry's bare chest, he looked down at her. "What? What is so funny?" Which made Arya giggle more. He raised his hand to tickle her and she squirmed in his arms, trying to get out of his grasp, with no success because Gendry was a lot stronger than she is. "Stop!" She felt like she couldn't breathe, because she laughed so hard and he still kept tickling her. She landed a punch on his jaw and he stopped suddenly. "Ouch what was that for?" He growled. She glared at him, pouting her lips at him. "You tickled me and didn't stop."He smiled at her, and she felt her stomach do a flip at the sight. "I am so sorry m'lady... Oumf" She landed a punch in his stomach. "Damn it Arya, do you like me with blue bruises?!" She straddled him and leaned in to his ear whispering. "I only like your balls blue..." With that she squeezed his cock with her hand, pretty roughly and he growled loudly, biting down on her shoulder to muffle his scream. She laughed while she bent down to kiss every bruise she could find, she kissed him with gently lips while still working with her hand around his manhood. He stiffened and her tiny hand couldn't reach all the way around it. He moaned her name, but she wasn't ready to let him come just yet. She let go of his manhood and laid down beside him, drawing patterns on his chest with light fingers, she ignored his gaze, filled with lust and frustration. He growled as he shifted himself upon her, and crashed his lips against hers. She bit down on his lip hard, making him moan into her mouth. She felt his lips suck on her neck, and she moaned in ecstasy, and feeling a smile tugging at her lips when she flipped them and straddled him, she bent down to lick at the tip and his whole body tensed at the sensation, she gripped his balls with her tiny hands and massaged them while kissing all around the root... And then let go of him once more denying him his release and the fury enlightened his blue eyes, almost black with lust.  He flipped them once more, this time roughly and held both her hands in one of his and fingered her, his fingers pushing in and out of her in a furious tempo. She felt the heat course through her veins, and the pressure of the near orgasm consume her, and suddenly she felt his fingers disappear and he gazed down at her, watching her climb down from the top of her nearing orgasm. She wiggled beneath him, furious about being denied her powerful orgasm. A mischievous smile dazzled in his face. "Payback is a bitch huh m'lady?" He was too stupid to realize her thoughts would kill him. She lifted her legs and locked them around his waist and wiggled close to his erection, letting him feel her wetness leaking over his skin, and they both moaned in union when the friction appeared. He couldn't help himself anymore and he pushed inside her with one swift move, and Arya lifted her hips to meet his every thrust. He could feel her frustration when he still held her hands firmly in place, but he didn't want to let her go, this time was his to dominate. His thrusts were roughly and he went deep inside her and he felt her nearing her climax and he bent down to kiss her weak spot behind her ear and she clamped around him screaming loudly, he swallowed her screams with his kiss and he followed a second after.  They both were trying to catch their breaths, and both were covered in a layer of sweat, when the doors bolted open, Rickon gasped and quickly covered his eyes and Shaggydog growled, Nymeria took her brother to the ground, wrestling. "Arya, you can't just do that!!" Rickon screamed, still covering his eyes. Arya laughed but her cheeks shone with a bright shade of red. "What is up little brother?"Rickon was off track and he couldn't remember why he had ran inside her chambers to a start but his memory caught up with him. "Your presence is needed in the Great hall, immediately!" He said while running out in the corridor once more, Shaggydog pushed Nymeria away from him and ran after his master. She shot a quick glance at Gendry before she rose. Gendry laid in the bed, watching her naked body move around the rooms while dressing quickly, her lean body moved swiftly, and before he knew it she had dragged him down on the floor in his feet. His already sore body screamed in pain and he grunted out. "What was that good for?" She stood with her hands on her hips, fully dressed. "You are coming with me." She went out, letting him dress while putting her Justice at her hip, andNeedle also hidden behind the bigger sword. They both went down the halls together and entered the Great hall, all heads went up to eye the ones who entered. Rickon sat at the end with Shaggydog on the floor with Bran at his side, a seat left for Arya on the other side.  She sat down and Rickon rose his voice. "The Lannisters are coming for the North, but the North will stand, they can't take away a man of the North, we will show them the rage of the North! We will not take the fight to the wall of Winterfell but we will ride out the meet them and defeat them!" Gendry stood firmly behind her, like a great statue, but his insides roared with emotions. No this cannot be happening, it cannot be a war, and Arya cannot go through a war, she will die, I cannot let that happen, I will not let her down once more. Arya arose from her seat and bowed to her brother, and he quickly realized that he had missed a major part of this meeting. He followed her out the doors and caught her arm. "What was that about?" He made her stop and made her meet his gaze. He saw agreat sorrow in her eyes. "I will not let anyone take you away from me anymore and therefore I am at command over our army." He felt a cold hand grip his heart and she stormed away, and the worst thing was, that he let her go. He was stuck, why would she do that? She can't do that, I can't handle it if she died at this war trying to protect me, and I have to do something... "