Walder's Deal - Arya Stark - Part Two (Game Of Thrones Hentai)

Hey everyone, how are you? Hoping you are having a great week so far. 

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I will run a different and new poll today. One about the MC (main character) for the new story. Please keep your eyes open for that if possible.

But for now, here's the second and final part of the Arya Stark story we started last week. Hope you are going to enjoy it. 

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He didn’t kiss her too long. But just long enough, so he had the time to insert his perverted, sick, and old tongue inside of her mouth, french-kissing her. Sliding his tongue inside of her virgin’s mouth and kissing her that way was a way for him to corrupt her and to make his right from the start even though nothing else had happened yet. He defiled her.

Then, when his tongue came out of her mouth again, he licked her young’s lips with it, lubricating them, probing them, getting them all dirty. He loved tasting her flavourful, sweet, and young lips. A few more kisses there and there all over her closed, now firmly sealed lips and her cheeks.

“Now, tell me, virgin wolf, did you ever kiss anyone else before?” the old bastard had the guts of asking her. Her evil glare and facial reaction and the way she blushed when she heard the question was more than enough to communicate to him that she didn’t particularly enjoy this question. It was also more than enough for him to understand that this was the truth. This had been her first kiss ever. Lord Frey knew how to see this kind of things. He had done. He had stolen her first kiss. The first kiss of the virgin wolf of Winterfell.

Walder Frey kissed her again. More kisses against her closed lips as he reached for her right, clothed breast and caress it. He was easily able to restrain her with his left hand, leaving his right hand to do whatever he wanted with her right boob. The more he hold on to her right boob and caress it through her dress, the more she let out hateful-sounding moaning out of her mouth.

She was absolutely hating what he was doing to her, yet, she also found herself enjoying it a bit. She didn’t know this was even possible. She didn’t know it was happening and that she was feeling that way, but Lord Frey saw it. He understood it better than anyone else. He understood and saw it in her.

“It’s not something you should know about,” she told him, her voice filled with hatred when the old man stopped kissing her for a second or two. “You are a fucking monster for doing what you are doing right now,” she told him, continued telling her awful things for the awful man he was. She was about to say more things of a similar nature before she was suddenly interrupted by Walder Frey and him swiftly and passionately kissing her again. He french-kissed her. Inserting his tongue so deep inside of her mouth that she didn’t even though it was even possible that he was doing so much to her with his tongue without her gagging.

She didn’t.

She never vomited. She never gagged. No matter how deep he inserted his tongue down inside of her mouth and near the entrance of her throat. She never gagged which surprised her so much that it left her thoughtless.

She didn’t know what to think at this point. The old lord continued caressing her right boob through her new dress. Defiled even more that way, Arya soon understood that this was only the very beginning as Walder Frey suddenly began ripping apart some clothes she just received from him. So, this gift from him didn’t last too long even though Arya didn’t want this dress of any other accessories he had originally given to her. He ripped the dress of the rest of her outfit to shred, leaving her only with her brassiere and her panties.

It wasn’t over yet. Right after undressing her, he did the same thing for himself. Ripped apart his own, royal clothing and revealed his old, naked body to her. Including his big, fat, veiny, twelve-inches long, lord cock. She looked at him in shock, surprise and disgust. However, immediately noticing that his penis wasn’t as old-looking as he was. His dick was still youthful and it was hard. Incredibly hard for her.

Without hesitating any longer, he threw her down on the floor as she was still in shock and confusion. He had her sit on top of her knees down on the ground. He then stood in front of her and forced her to suck on his cock. Her first blow-job ever. When she naturally resisted him, he felt like he had no other choice to force him his cock down her throat as she quickly pushed it against her wet lips. She was now sucking him off against her own will. Honestly, the blow-job didn’t last for too long. Barely two minutes with his cock inside of her mouth as he forced her to suck on his member and he had already reached his first orgasm of the night, his first ejaculation.

However, for this first time, as he felt it coming, Lord Frey decided to swiftly pull out of her mouth at the last second before it was too late. Ultimately, Walder Frey gave her a nice facial. He shot his load all over her face and in her beautiful, wolf hair. Even though she was still wearing her brassiere, her breasts weren’t left alone. The cum in her hair and all over her face slowly dripped down to her chest and covered her breasts. Her boobies were now all covered in his thick, fresh, and smelly cum. She was left completely stunned and paralyzed. She wasn’t moving at all. She didn’t know what to do. Walder Frey did.

Her first time was in a doggie style position. Back in the bed, he took her from behind and inserted his still horny and hard dick inside of her tight, virgin pussy and fucked her for the first time. Taking her virginity. At this point, Arya didn’t say anything outside of moaning. Moaning all the time. However, she wasn’t enjoying it truly. She was moaning, yes, as she did earlier, her hateful moaning, but it stopped there. Lord Frey was taking a lot of pleasure out of her banging her while watching her desperately trying to resist to him.

As she blushed a lot, he could tell that she wasn’t hating this anywhere as much as she should. She did, she hated this, and she wished she could leave the room right away and come back running to her older brother, Robb and tell him everything that had happened to her, but there also was another side to her. She was doing this for her family. She was doing this for her house. For her brother.

In a lot of ways, Arya personally saw herself at this moment as the real hero. She was doing this for her world and for her cause. Still, she never stopped hating Walder Frey for what he was doing to her tonight. The old man had the palms of his hands over the sides of her skinny body. His fingers were digging into her skin. Digging so deep it almost hurt her.

“How do you like that, wolf princess?”

“I am not a princess.”

“But you are.”

“Don’t call me a princess.”

“And why is that such an issue with you?”

“Just finish up, and then I can leave.”

“Who said anything about you leaving tonight?{“

“What?”

“That’s right.”

“If you finish, I can leave.”

“But I need to finish, a couple of times.”

“How many times?”

“I don’t know yet,” he simply told her.

“You are such a creature.”

“You too.”

“Careful, Lord Frey, or you might get bitten by a wolf girl sometime.”

“Is that a threat?” he asked her as he continued fucking her tight pussy. Never leaving her with any sense or feeling that this was going to stop anytime soon because it wasn’t. Even though Lord Frey could easily have cum by now, he didn’t. He was able to keep himself under control, relatively speaking.

“Does it feel like a threat?” she asked him.

“It’s funny, it’s sort of does. I love your fiery, feisty and combatting spirit. This truly makes you a wolf girl. I love it. I already find myself fucking a wolf girl,” he told her, salivating at the mouth, so horny he could barely hold it together anymore.

“Why don’t you come? Let’s end this,” she said.

“Um, interesting. You want me to come, so this can end? You think this is going to conclude just like that?”

“I strongly believe so. You don’t look like a man with a lot of stamina if you know what I mean,” she said, confident.

“You speak a lot for a virgin girl. How interesting. Especially interesting since I don’t feel like I’m the one who is about to come anytime soon,” he pointed out to her.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked him.

“I think you are the one that is soon about to come.”

“How can you possibly know something like that?”

“I don’t. It’s only my feeling. You are hiding something from me. You are holding something off. I can feel it,” he said as he never stopped fucking her as hard as he could deep inside of her tight, flavourful, virgin pussy. Out of spite, she kept doing her best to try to resist him. Suddenly making things a lot worse for her, the old man swiftly grabbed both of her thick, now erect nipples and twisted them, teasing her more than ever. He tweaked them and left her out gagging on her saliva, then shouting in pain for a limited amount of time before moaning again. From this point, Walder Frey never stopped twisting and pulling on her delicious-looking and thick nipples while fucking her tight, little pussy until she was eventually going to come. There was no time to stop until he made him come.

“What are you doing now?” she asked him.

“What? Nothing. I’m just pulling on your nipples.”

“It’s too rough. It’s way too rough for me. Stop. Stop.”

“Are you telling me that this is too rough for the wolf girl? One of the wolf ladies from Winterfell? I’m shocked.”

“Quit pulling and twisting my wolf nipples right now or, or, or,” she stuttered, unable to say what she meant to say.

“Quit pulling on your nipples or what?” he asked her, colder than ever. Only and strictly interested in one thing and one thing only, giving her the time of her life. Making her come on her first time having sex with anyone. This moment meant a lot of him. He loved deflowering young girls and women so much. Getting the opportunity to deflower Arya Stark was the best thing in the entire world. He had her. Locked on her.

“Or I’m going to come. I can’t resist to this. I can’t,” she moaned more and more, never stopping, blushing more and more as well. She lost all hope of ever coming out of this bedroom. She felt trap more than ever. As far as she was concerned, this was the end of Arya Stark. The final destination. Her first time having sex was the end for her.

“Oh, wow, well, this is exactly what I want you to do. I want you to come first, wolf girl,” Lord Frey communicated to her. Then, out of sheer, forced pleasure, she climaxed. Arya came. He made her come as he deflowered her. He pulled out of her pussy. It wasn’t ever over yet. He pulled out of her only to switch holes. However, as he pulled out of her, she felt something oozing out of her pussy. It was cum. His sperm. He ejaculated inside of her. Yet, the old lord was still hard, erect and ready. Without giving her anytime to rest, he charged inside of her virgin butt and continued fucking her again.

“You came inside of me. He came inside of me.”

“I did.”

“Yet, you are still hard. My ass. Not my ass. My ass,” Lord Frey fucked her butt harder and faster. He was doing as hardcore as possible. Not caring about her at all when she blood leaked out of her. Fresh. Her blood soon covered the bed. He didn’t care about that either, especially when he heard the young girl moan again. He continued fucking her. Rough. Painful. Full of pleasures.

“I am. You are not the first virgin I deflowered. I deflowered the holes of many virgins. All of them were very weak. You are one of the toughest ones,” he admitted to her as he ultimately ejaculated inside of her butt-hole, filling her up again. The both of them coming at roughly the same time again.

***

Arya Stark passed out several hours later.

She passed out because of all that cum filling up and oozing out of her sexual holes.

Little did she knew that her rape was what saved her from the Red Wedding. She was still alive. After the Red Wedding, she sneaked on a train with the Faceless Man.

***

Several years later, Lord Walder Frey casually a pretty girl, prettier than all the others among his numerous servant girls. Excited, he decided to slap her ass.

“Interesting. Your ass is pretty firm. It almost reminds me of someone,” he said. He had no idea about it, but that servant girl wasn’t one of his, she was Arya Stark in disguise. Not saying anything, she walked up to him and rubbed herself all over him, turning him on even more. She rubbed her big, firm ass all over his big dick. She did so as he was sitting in his chair. She kissed him, with her tongue as she now rubbed her thighs all over his erect cock. Then, all of a sudden, the kiss ended, she took out a hidden dagger and swiftly had it touch his throat. Arya in disguise smiled not too long after removing her face, revealing the real her, the real Arya Stark.

“Remember me?”

“You?”

“Did you know that you got me pregnant all these years ago as you took my virginity? Both of them.”

“So, you had my baby?”

“No. A friend of mine gave me an abortion potion.”

“Oh. I see.”

“The north remembers,” and she then suddenly sliced his throat with the dagger.