The forge's heat made their skin glisten as Arya approached Gendry, her steps deliberate and confident. The muscular blacksmith turned, his chest bare and gleaming with sweat from working the dragonglass.
"I'm not the Red Woman," Arya said, her voice low and determined. "Take your own bloody pants off."
Gendry's breath caught as she pressed against him. "Arya, are you sure?" She answered by kissing him fiercely, years of unspoken tension finally breaking. His calloused hands found her waist, pulling her closer as she began unlacing her jerkin. Their clothes fell away piece by piece, mapping new scars and old memories with curious fingers. Their lips crashed together with the force of a storm, teeth grazing and tongues dancing. Gendry's rough hands trembled as they found the laces of her leather jerkin, while Arya's nimble fingers made quick work of his worn work shirt.
"Let me," she breathed against his mouth, batting his fumbling hands away. Her assassin's precision showed as she unlaced herself, the leather falling open to reveal a simple linen vest. Gendry's eyes darkened as she pulled it over her head, exposing her lithe frame. Her small, firm breasts bore a few scattered scars - testament to her years of training.
"Gods, Arya," he whispered, his calloused fingers tracing the longest scar that ran from her ribs to her hip. She shivered at his touch.
"Your turn," she commanded, tugging at his breeches. He kicked off his boots while she worked the laces, his muscled chest already bare and gleaming with sweat from the forge's heat. Dark hair dusted his chest, trailing down his taut stomach to disappear beneath his waistband. Arya's hands explored every inch of his exposed skin, mapping the hard planes of muscle earned from years at the anvil. A burn scar marked his right shoulder, and she leaned in to trace it with her tongue, making him groan. His breeches fell away, leaving him in just his smallclothes. Arya's eyes roamed hungrily over his body as she stepped back to remove her own boots and breeches. Her legs were strong and toned from dancing lessons and combat training, marked here and there with pale scars. A particularly nasty one curved around her right thigh.
"This one?" Gendry asked, dropping to his knees to trace it.
"Braavos," she answered, her breath hitching as his fingers skimmed higher. "Training accident." Their remaining clothes fell away under eager hands. Arya stood proud and unashamed, her body a roadmap of survival. Lean muscle moved beneath pale skin as she stepped closer to him. Despite her small frame, she radiated power and grace. Gendry was all raw strength, his blacksmith's build impressive in the forge's flickering light. Scars from molten metal marked his arms and chest, and his hands were rough from years of labour. But those same hands touched her with incredible gentleness as he pulled her against him.
"You're sure about this?" he asked one last time, his voice hoarse with desire. Arya's answer was to press herself fully against him, skin to skin, and capture his mouth in another searing kiss. The heat between them rivalled the forge's flames as years of unspoken longing finally found release... Their naked bodies pressed together as Arya kissed him with almost desperate intensity, her movements quick and aggressive to mask her inexperience. Her hands roamed frantically over his chest, her breathing rapid and shallow.
"Hey," Gendry whispered, catching her wrists gently. "We don't have to rush."
"I'm not rushing," she snapped, but her voice trembled slightly. "I told you what I want."
"Aye, you did." His blue eyes met hers with tenderness. "But I want you to enjoy this." His strong hands moved to her hips, steadying her. "Let me show you."
Arya's facade of confidence wavered as he slowly kissed down her neck. "I'm not some fragile lady," she protested, but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch.
"No," he agreed, his lips brushing her collarbone. "You're the strongest person I know. But even warriors need to slow down sometimes." His calloused hands explored her body with reverent patience, learning what made her gasp and shiver. When his thumb brushed her nipple, she bit back a moan.
"Let me hear you," he murmured against her skin. "No one's around but us." She shook her head stubbornly, but as his mouth replaced his hand, a soft cry escaped her lips. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair as he lavished attention on her breasts.
"Gendry," she breathed, her walls beginning to crumble.
"I've got you," he promised, laying her back on his discarded cloak. His weight settled over her, comforting rather than constraining. "Trust me?" Their eyes met in the forge's dim light. Years of shared history passed between them - from King's Landing to Harrenhal, from the Brotherhood to their reunion at Winterfell. Finally, Arya nodded.
"I trust you," she whispered. His smile was tender as he kissed her deeply, his hands continuing their careful exploration of her body. Gradually, her desperate urgency melted into something deeper, more intense. Her own touches became slower, more deliberate as she mapped the muscles of his back.
His fingers found the sensitive spot between her legs, making her gasp. "Good?" he asked softly.
"Yes," Arya gasped, her hips rising to meet his touch. His blacksmith's fingers, usually so rough from work, moved with surprising delicacy as he explored her most intimate places.
"Tell me what feels right," he murmured, watching her face intently. His thumb circled her sensitive bud while his other fingers traced her folds with careful attention. The dark curls between her legs were wild and untamed, just like her.
"There," she breathed as he found a particularly sensitive spot. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. "Just... just like that."
Gendry kept his touch gentle but persistent, learning her responses. When he slipped one thick finger inside her, she tensed momentarily. "Too much?"
"No," she said through gritted teeth. "Keep going. I'm not made of glass."
He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to her neck. "No, but this is still new. Let me take care of you properly." His finger moved slowly, carefully stretching her while his thumb maintained its steady circles.
Arya's breathing grew ragged as he added a second finger, her body adjusting to the intrusion. "Seven hells," she moaned, her head falling back.
"That's it," he encouraged, curling his fingers slightly. "Just feel." Her thighs began to tremble as he found a rhythm that had her gasping his name. The careful control she usually maintained was slipping away, replaced by raw need. Her hips moved against his hand, seeking more.
"Gendry," she panted, "I need... I want..."
"Tell me what you need," he whispered against her breast before taking her hardened nipple between his teeth, making her arch off the cloak beneath them.
"More," she gasped as he slowly eased a third thick finger into her wetness. Her inner walls clenched around the intrusion, making him groan against her skin.
"Gods, you're tight," he breathed, carefully working his fingers deeper. "Need to make sure you're ready." Arya's hands tangled in his dark hair as he lavished attention on her breasts, alternating between gentle bites and soothing licks. His free hand kneaded her other breast, thumb circling the peaked nipple in time with the movements of his fingers below.
"I won't break," she insisted, but her voice was breathy and uncertain as her body stretched to accommodate him.
"No," he agreed, curling his fingers inside her, making her cry out. "But I want your first time to be good." His mouth moved to her other breast, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
Her hips bucked against his hand as he found a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "There!" she gasped, her usual composure completely forgotten. "Right there!" Gendry kept the pressure steady, working her open while his mouth and tongue teased her nipples into aching peaks. Her thighs trembled as pleasure built within her, her body adjusting to the stretch of his thick fingers. His fingers moved with practised precision inside her, spreading and stretching as her wetness coated his hand. When he scissored his thick digits apart, Arya's back arched off the cloak, a strangled cry escaping her lips.
"Found it," he murmured against her breast, feeling the slightly rougher spot inside her. He curled his fingers firmly upward, applying steady pressure that made her whole body jerk.
"Fuck!" she gasped, her hands clutching desperately at his shoulders. "What... what are you..."
"Feels good?" he asked, maintaining the pressure while slowly circling his thumb over her sensitive bud. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers as he worked that spot relentlessly.
"Don't stop," she commanded, but her voice broke on a moan as he increased the pressure. Her hips bucked wildly against his hand, seeking more. "Gods, Gendry!" He lifted his head to watch her face as pleasure overtook her. Her usual mask of control had completely shattered, replaced by raw need. Her grey eyes were wide and unfocused, lips parted on desperate pants.
"That's it," he encouraged, curling his fingers harder against that spot while his thumb kept up its steady circles. "Let go for me, Arya." Her thighs began to shake as tension built within her. Every stroke of his fingers sent waves of intense pleasure through her core. She could feel herself getting closer to something overwhelming.
"I'm... something's happening," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Trust it," he whispered, increasing the pressure one final time. "Come for me." The combination of his curled fingers pressing firmly against that sensitive spot inside her while his thumb worked her pearl was too much. Arya's back bowed off the cloak as intense pleasure crashed through her, her inner walls clamping down hard on his fingers as she cried out his name.
"Gendry!" Arya cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her previous furtive explorations in the dark had been nothing compared to this overwhelming sensation.
"That's it, love," he murmured, keeping his fingers moving steadily as she rode out her peak. "Let it all go." Her inner walls pulsed rhythmically around his thick fingers as waves of ecstasy crashed through her. Her toes curled, thighs trembling uncontrollably as she clutched at his shoulders. Small, desperate sounds escaped her throat - sounds she'd never made before.
"I... I never knew..." she gasped between waves of pleasure, her head thrown back and dark hair wild against the cloak. "Never felt... anything like..."
"Different when it's not your own hand, isn't it?" he asked with a knowing smile, slowly easing the pressure but keeping his fingers moving gently to prolong her pleasure.
"So much more," she admitted breathlessly, her body still quivering with aftershocks. Her usual walls of reserve had completely crumbled, leaving her raw and vulnerable in the best way. When the last tremors subsided, she opened her eyes to find him watching her with a mixture of tenderness and desire that made her breath catch. His fingers were still buried inside her, and she could feel how wet she was - more than she'd ever been during her own tentative explorations.
"Ready for more?" he asked softly, slowly withdrawing his fingers. "Or do you need a moment?"
Arya's answer was to pull him down for a fierce kiss, her body already yearning for more intense pleasure. "Show me everything," she demanded against his lips.
Arya's eyes widened as Gendry shed his smallclothes, his massive manhood springing free. The shaft was thick as her wrist and long enough to make her swallow hard, the head swollen and flushed dark with need. Heavy balls hung below, full and tight against his body.
"Seven hells," she breathed, reaching out to touch him hesitantly. Her small hand could barely wrap around his girth. "You really are a bull in every way."
He groaned as she explored him with curious fingers. "Careful," he warned, his cock twitching in her grip. Veins stood out prominently along the length, and she could feel him pulse with each rapid heartbeat.
"How will it..." she started, then caught herself, not wanting to sound uncertain.
"We'll go slow," he promised, though his breathing was ragged as she continued her tentative strokes. "Very slow." She traced the prominent ridge under the head with her thumb, making him shudder. A bead of moisture gathered at the tip, and she spread it with fascinated attention.
"Gods, Arya," he groaned, his massive shaft jerking in her hand. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Not yet," she smirked, growing bolder as she explored him. Her other hand cupped his heavy sack, feeling the weight of him. "I have plans for this first."
His laugh turned into a groan as she gave him a firmer stroke. "And what plans would those be?"
Instead of answering, she pushed him onto his back, straddling his thighs as she continued to explore his impressive endowment. "I want to learn all of you," she said, her grey eyes dark with desire. Arya's small hands explored Gendry's massive length with growing confidence, one hand pumping his shaft while the other traced the pronounced veins that wrapped around his girth. His cock twitched and pulsed in her grip as she tested different pressures and rhythms.
"Like this?" she asked, twisting her wrist slightly on the upstroke, making him groan.
"Just like that," he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily. More clear fluid beaded at his tip, and she used it to smooth her strokes. Finally, she shifted forward, positioning herself above him. The swollen head of his cock pressed against her wet folds, making them both gasp at the contact. She began to sink down slowly, but Gendry's strong hands immediately gripped her hips.
"Easy," he warned, his voice strained. "You're so small, and I don't want to hurt you."
"I can take it," she insisted, though her breath hitched as she felt the pressure of his thick head starting to stretch her.
"We have all night," he reminded her, keeping his grip firm but gentle on her hips. "Let your body adjust." His thumbs stroked soothing circles on her skin as she trembled above him. She nodded, letting him guide her movements as she slowly began to take him in, inch by careful inch. The stretch was intense, despite how wet and ready she was.
"That's it," he encouraged, watching her face carefully for any sign of discomfort. "Take what you can handle." Arya sank down further, her body trembling as she took more of his impressive length. A sharp gasp escaped her as she felt resistance, and Gendry's hands tightened on her hips.
"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint.
She met his eyes fiercely. "I'm sure." Then she pressed down firmly, crying out as her maidenhead gave way. Tears pricked at her eyes from the sharp pain, but she held still, letting her body adjust to both the stretch and the sting.
"Breathe," Gendry murmured, one hand moving to stroke her back while the other remained steady on her hip. "Just breathe through it." She followed his guidance, taking deep breaths until the pain began to fade into a dull ache. Experimentally, she shifted her hips, drawing a groan from both of them as she felt him impossibly deep inside her.
"Gods, you're tight," he gasped, his muscles trembling with the effort of staying still. "So perfect."
"So full," she responded, amazed at how completely he filled her. Every tiny movement sent new sensations coursing through her body. "You're so big..."
"Seven hells," Gendry breathed, his eyes fixed on where their bodies joined. In the flickering forge light, shadows played across Arya's taut stomach, and as she shifted her hips, he could have sworn he saw the faintest outline of his considerable girth pressing up against her lower abdomen.
"What?" she asked, following his gaze downward. Her own eyes widened as she noticed the same thing - when she moved just so, there was the barest suggestion of his shape visible beneath her tight muscles.
"Look at you," he groaned, one large hand spanning her stomach, feeling how deep he was. "Taking all of me like that..."
"Is that...?" she wondered, pressing her own hand below his, feeling the way her body accommodated his size. "Gods, I can almost see you inside me."
The sight made him throb within her, drawing a gasp from her lips. "Does it hurt?" he asked, concern warring with desire in his voice.
"No," she assured him, experimentally rolling her hips again. "It feels... full. Complete." She watched in fascination as the movement caused that barely-there shadow to shift beneath her skin.
"Like this," Gendry murmured, his strong hands guiding her hips in a slow, rolling motion. "Just feel what your body wants." Arya followed his lead, learning the rhythm that made sparks of pleasure shoot through her core. Each time she rose up, she could feel every thick inch of him dragging against her sensitive walls, and when she sank back down, that delicious fullness returned.
"Oh gods," she gasped as she found an angle that made her see stars. "Right there..."
"That's it," he encouraged, helping her maintain that perfect position. His thumbs pressed into her hipbones while his fingers splayed across her ass, controlling her pace. "Ride me just like that." She braced her hands on his broad chest, using the leverage to move more confidently. Each downward stroke drove him impossibly deep, making that shadow beneath her abs shift in the firelight. The sight of it spurred her on.
"Gendry," she moaned, picking up speed as pleasure built. "It's starting to feel so good..."
"You're doing so well," he praised, his voice rough with restraint. "Taking my cock so perfectly." One hand slid around to where they joined, his thumb finding her sensitive pearl again.
Her rhythm faltered as new pleasure sparked through her. "Seven hells!"
"Keep moving," he urged, circling that bundle of nerves in time with her strokes. "Want to feel you come on my cock." She obeyed, finding a new rhythm that had her grinding down onto both his thick length and his skilled fingers. Her thighs began to tremble with building tension. Arya grew bolder with each passing moment, her initial hesitation giving way to curious exploration. She leaned back, supporting herself on his thighs, and gasped as the new angle sent him even deeper.
"Oh... oh fuck," she breathed, her head falling back as she ground herself in tight circles. "I can feel you everywhere..."
Gendry watched in awe as she moved above him, her lithe body undulating like a dancer. "That's it, love. Find what feels good." She experimented with different movements - rolling her hips in figure-eights, bouncing slightly, rocking back and forth. Each new motion drew different sounds from both of them. When she leaned forward again, pressing her hands to his chest, the change in angle made her cry out.
"Right there?" he asked, matching her rhythm with shallow thrusts upward.
"Yes... gods yes," she panted, her nails digging into his chest. "Don't stop..." Her confidence growing, she began alternating between deep, grinding motions and quick, shallow bounces that made her small breasts sway enticingly. Each time she took him to the hilt, that tantalizing shadow appeared beneath her abs.
"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, one hand splaying across her stomach while the other guided her hip. "Born to ride cock, weren't you?"
The crude words made her clench around him. "Shut up," she gasped, but her cheeks flushed with pleasure at the praise.
"Make me," he challenged with a grin, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust upward that made her yelp.
She responded by clenching her inner muscles deliberately around him, drawing a strangled groan from his throat. "Like that?" she asked innocently, doing it again.
"Wicked girl," he managed, his hands tightening on her hips. "Where'd you learn that trick?"
"Just experimenting," she smirked, continuing to squeeze him rhythmically as she moved. "I'm a quick study."
"Oh!" Arya cried out as Gendry's powerful upward thrust caught her by surprise, driving his thick length even deeper. Her hands scrambled for purchase on his chest as he did it again, and again.
"Still studying?" he teased, his blacksmith's strength letting him drive up into her with perfect control. Each thrust made her bounce slightly, drawing sharp little gasps and moans from her throat.
"Seven hells," she panted, trying to match his rhythm. "Do that again..." He obliged, establishing a steady pace that had her crying out with each deep stroke. The shadows from the forge fire danced across their joined bodies, highlighting the flex of his muscles and the way her small form bounced atop him.
"Like that?" he growled, gripping her hips tighter to hold her steady as he pumped up into her. "Taking my cock so well now..."
"Yes... gods, yes!" Her head fell back, dark hair spilling down her back as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Harder!" He increased his pace, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the forge along with their shared moans. Each powerful thrust made that tantalizing shadow appear beneath her abs, showing just how deep he reached.
"Fuck," she gasped, her thighs trembling as she tried to keep up with his relentless pace. "How are you so strong?"
"Years of smithing," he grunted, demonstrating by driving up particularly deep. "Good for more than just making swords."
Her answering laugh turned into a moan as he hit a spot that made her see stars. "Don't stop... right there... please don't stop..." Arya gasped as they found their perfect rhythm together, her body moving in perfect synchronization with his powerful thrusts. Each time he drove up, she sank down to meet him, taking him impossibly deep.
"So fucking tight," he groaned, watching her small form bounce atop him. "Love how you grip me... how you take every inch..." She braced her hands on his broad chest, using the leverage to match his pace. Every thrust made her gasp and moan, her inner walls clenching around his thick length. That shadow beneath her abs appeared and disappeared with each deep stroke, making his cock throb inside her.
"Gendry... gods... so good," she panted, her words broken by pleasure. "You feel amazing..." His hands roamed her body as they moved together - squeezing her small breasts, trailing down her sides, gripping her hips to guide her motions. Each touch made her shiver and clench around him.
"Perfect little wolf," he praised roughly, driving up particularly deep. "Taking my cock like you were made for it." She leaned down to kiss him hungrily, swallowing his groans as their bodies continued their passionate dance. The new angle let him hit that sweet spot inside her with every thrust, making her whole body tremble.
"Close," she whimpered against his lips. "So close... don't stop..." Their lips crashed together as pleasure built to an overwhelming crescendo. Arya's inner walls began to flutter and clench around his thick length, her whole body trembling as her peak approached.
"Come for me," Gendry growled against her mouth, driving up into her with powerful strokes. "Want to feel you come on my cock..." Her climax hit like a tidal wave, making her cry out his name as waves of pleasure wracked her small frame. Her inner muscles clamped down rhythmically around him, milking his length as she shuddered through her release. The sight and feel of her coming undone pushed him over the edge. With a hoarse shout, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted deep inside her. His cock pulsed again and again, flooding her with hot spurts of his seed. She gasped at the sensation of being filled so completely, feeling each throb and pulse of his release.
"Gods, I can feel you," she moaned, grinding down to take him even deeper as he continued to spend himself inside her. His abundant release was so copious that she could feel it starting to leak out around where they were joined, despite how tightly she gripped him. They stayed locked together, trading breathless kisses as the last aftershocks of pleasure rippled through them both. When she finally lifted her hips, a flood of their combined essence trickled down her thighs.
Gendry wrapped his strong arms around Arya's small frame as she lay atop him, both of them still catching their breath. His large hands traced gentle patterns on her sweat-slicked back while she nuzzled into his neck, their hearts gradually slowing to a normal rhythm.
"You alright?" he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her temple.
"Mmm," she hummed contentedly, though her thighs still trembled slightly. "More than alright. Just... processing." She shifted slightly, feeling another warm trickle between her legs. "Gods, there's so much of it..."
He chuckled low in his throat, one hand sliding down to cup her bottom possessively. "Can't help it. Been wanting you for so long..."
"I can tell," she teased, though her voice was warm with affection. She propped herself up on his chest to look at him properly, her grey eyes soft in the forge's dim light. "Your seed's going to be running down my thighs all night."
Arya gasped sharply as Gendry suddenly flipped her onto her back, his muscular form caging her against the furs. The movement caused his softening length to slip free with a wet sound, followed by a fresh trickle of his abundant release.
"Gods, look at the mess I've made of you," he growled appreciatively, taking in the sight of his seed glistening on her inner thighs. His rough hands slid up her sides as he lowered his head to her neck.
"Gendry!" she moaned as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin there, surely leaving marks. His stubble scraped deliciously against her throat as he worked his way down.
"Want to mark every inch of you," he murmured against her collarbone, trailing open-mouthed kisses lower. When he reached her small breasts, he lavished attention on each peaked nipple in turn.
"Ah!" she cried out as he suddenly sucked one hard peak into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud while his teeth grazed it lightly. Her hands flew to his hair, holding him there as pleasure sparked through her again.
"So responsive," he praised, releasing her nipple with a wet pop before moving to give its twin the same treatment. "Could spend hours just tasting you..."
"Oh!" Arya gasped sharply as Gendry's calloused fingers found her most sensitive spot, still swollen and tender from their earlier passion. Her hips bucked instinctively into his touch as he traced slow, deliberate circles around her pearl.
"Still so wet," he murmured against her breast, his hot breath making her nipple tighten further. "All slick with my seed..." His fingers slid lower, gathering their mingled essence before returning to that bundle of nerves.
"Gendry," she whimpered, spreading her thighs wider as his talented fingers worked their magic. Each circle and flick sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her oversensitive flesh.
He released her nipple to watch her face as he pleasured her, drinking in every gasp and moan. "Love seeing you like this," he growled, increasing the pressure slightly. "All marked up and trembling for me..."
His other hand continued kneading her breast as he lavished attention on her pearl, alternating between firm circles and lighter flicks that made her whole body jerk. "Please," she panted, her hands fisting in the furs beneath them.
"Already hard for me again?" Arya gasped as she felt his thick length pressing against her sensitive folds. Her inner walls clenched in anticipation, still dripping with evidence of their earlier coupling.
"Can't help it," Gendry growled, positioning himself at her entrance. "The sight of you like this..." He rocked his hips forward slightly, letting just the swollen head breach her. "Still so wet and ready..." Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slowly pushed deeper, both of them moaning at the exquisite stretch. Despite how thoroughly he'd taken her before, she still felt deliciously tight around his considerable girth.
"Seven hells," she whimpered as he bottomed out, filling her completely once more. "So big... can feel every inch of you..."
He stayed still for a moment, savouring the feel of her wrapped around him. "Perfect fit," he murmured, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he began to move with long, deep strokes.
"Gods, Gendry!" Arya cried out as he established a deep, rolling rhythm. Each powerful thrust dragged his thick length against her oversensitive walls, making her entire body shudder with renewed pleasure.
"So fucking tight," he groaned, watching where they were joined. "Still gripping me like a vice... can feel you fluttering around me..."
Her back arched off the furs as he hit a particularly sweet spot. "Right there!" she gasped, her small breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." He braced one arm by her head while the other hand gripped her hip, using the leverage to drive even deeper. The new angle had his cock dragging perfectly against that spot that made her see stars.
"Love how you take me," he praised roughly, his hips snapping forward. "So small but you swallow every inch... like you were made for my cock..." She could only moan in response, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his length as pleasure built higher and higher. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the forge, along with their passionate cries.
"Faster," she demanded, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. "Need you... need all of you..."
"Gendry... Gendry... GENDRY!" Arya's cries grew increasingly desperate as he pounded into her with fierce abandon. His massive frame covered her completely as he drove into her willing body again and again.
"That's it," he growled, intoxicated by her uninhibited sounds of pleasure. "Let me hear you... want everyone to know who's making you feel this good..."
She was beyond shame now, beyond caring about anything except the exquisite fullness of his cock stretching her so perfectly. "More!" she begged shamelessly. "Harder! Need to feel you for days..." The wet slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the forge as he gave her exactly what she craved. His powerful thrusts lifted her hips clean off the furs, driving deeper than ever before.
"Such sweet little noises you make," he panted, watching her face contort in ecstasy. "Love seeing you come undone like this..."
"Oh gods, oh gods," Arya chanted breathlessly, her entire world narrowing to the intense waves of pleasure radiating from her core. Each powerful thrust of Gendry's cock sent new sparks of ecstasy coursing through her trembling body.
"That's it," he growled, watching her grey eyes go unfocused with bliss. "Let it build... want to watch you fall apart..." Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around his thick length as the pressure in her lower belly grew more intense. She could feel every ridge and vein of him as he drove relentlessly into her sweet spot.
"Can't... can't think..." she gasped, her head thrashing against the furs. The coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter as his cock stretched and filled her so perfectly.
"Don't think," he commanded roughly, his hips never faltering. "Just feel... feel how deep I am... how good I make you feel..." Pleasantly numbing tingles raced along her spine as her peak approached. Her thighs trembled where they gripped his waist, her toes curling as the pressure built to unbearable heights.
"Gendry!" she sobbed, clinging to his sweat-slicked shoulders. "Something's happening... I'm going to..."
"That's it love," he encouraged, driving harder into her willing body. "Let go for me... want to feel you come apart on my cock..." Her entire body drew bowstring-tight as the pleasure crested, ready to break at any moment...
"Gendry!" Arya screamed as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her inner walls clamped down viciously on his length as waves of intense pleasure wracked her small frame. Clear fluid gushed from her core, coating his cock and thighs as she experienced her first squirting orgasm.
"Fuck, Arya!" he roared in response, her pulsing channel triggering his own release. His cock swelled and throbbed inside her as he emptied himself deep in her willing body, rope after rope of hot seed painting her inner walls. Her body convulsed beneath him as multiple orgasms rolled through her in quick succession. Each pulse of his cock filling her with warmth triggered another wave of pleasure, making her cry out and gush around him again and again.
"Don't stop, don't stop!" she sobbed as the pleasure became almost unbearable. Her nails drew blood from his shoulders as she clung to him desperately, her inner muscles milking his length for every drop.
"Taking it so well," he groaned, grinding deep as the last pulses of his release filled her to overflowing. Their combined essence leaked out around his cock, soaking the furs beneath them. She was still trembling and whimpering as the aftershocks rolled through her, little spurts of fluid accompanying each one. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her whole body hypersensitive.
"Never... never felt anything like that," she gasped as he carefully lowered his weight onto her, his softening length still buried inside. They were both covered in sweat and various fluids, thoroughly spent and satisfied.
Arya lay there in the darkness, listening to Gendry's steady breathing beside her. His muscular arm was heavy across her waist, his calloused hand curled possessively around her hip even in sleep. Their mingled essences were cooling between her thighs, a delicious ache deep inside reminding her of their passionate coupling.
She turned her head to study his face in the dying firelight. He looked younger in sleep, the usual furrow between his brows smoothed away. Her chest tightened painfully as she thought about how this might be their first and last night together.
"Stupid bull," she whispered, reaching up to trace his jaw with trembling fingers. The army of the dead was coming. By this time tomorrow, they could all be cold corpses in the snow... or worse, blue-eyed wights mindlessly serving the Night King.
Her throat constricted as unexpected tears pricked at her eyes. She'd spent years becoming No One, learning to be cold and deadly as steel. But here in the dark, with his warm skin pressed against hers and his seed still inside her, she felt achingly human.
"Don't you dare die tomorrow," she murmured fiercely, even though he couldn't hear her.
The wind howled outside the forge like a direwolf's cry, making the shadows dance on the walls. Somewhere in the distance, a horn sounded - another warning, another reminder that dawn would bring death to their door. But ready or not, the dead were coming. And Arya Stark had never been one to hide from a fight.