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

Hello everyone,

Here's a fun and new Game Of Thrones story for you. It is centred around Arya Stark who was aged up to eighteen years old here. So, all legal. 

Hoping you are going to enjoy it. 

Thank you.

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Arya Stark was walking and fidgeting her dress in the desperate attempt to make her dress somewhat longer. What irritated her the most was the fact that the new dress she had been given earlier by the servants of Walder Frey was designed to be that way. It was designed to be this skimpy and revealing. Revealing a lot of her still-developing body. Arya was a beautiful and young and eighteen years old girl.

She had bright emerald green eyes. Short flowing light brown hair that went down to her shoulders. Pale pink lips. Pale skin tone. She was a daughter of the north after all. She had a medium height, not too tall for her age. She had average hips and waist fairly petite C-cup-sized breasts with thick, perky nipples. One of the few things that made Arya, Arya was her fiery attitude and her signature virgin body.

A lot of men had tried taking her virginity in the past. It had never worked. It had never worked until today. The dress she was having such a terrible time with was white, just like the cold snow that was surrounding Winterfell. In a lot of ways, the dress she wore was a lot like an icy snowflake. It was beautiful. Going with the dress, she had an entire outfit and accessories that truly made her look like a sensual snowflake. She had white boots that nearly went up to her knees, but fully left her thighs exposed. Such sexy and slender thighs that shouldn’t be covered. Walder knew that. His servants did as well. Everyone did. Arya was someone special.

The right outfit for the right lady. The dress ended with a white mini skirt that only reached so far after her hips, once again, making sure her thighs fully remained exposed. Much to her frustration and hatred, Arya was used to wearing pants in the north. Of course, pants weren’t something that ladies such as her were supposed to be wearing.

Unfortunately for her.

Wearing a dress was one thing as well. Wearing something so skimpy wasn’t something she ever thought she was going to be forced to wear. Especially not during the time she was still in Winterfell, protected by her father, Ned Stark. Her father. She missed him so much. So much. The white top of the dress was cut low, so it properly exposed the black-laced brassiere she was wearing underneath the dress. The black lingerie didn’t have any straps. Her shoulders weren’t covered by any straps.

Matching the black-laced top underneath the dress, Arya also had a black pair of panties. Perfectly matching the brassiere. The panties could often be seen whenever she walked a little fast for her own good as she was still desperately trying to fix her new dress, so it would be longer.

Attempting to fix something that didn’t need to be fixed was something pretty pointless at the end of the day. Arya was pissed off about the whole thing. The dangerous and strange situation she was in. The fact that she out of nowhere had to wear something like this. It bothered her so much. She was so frustrated she thought about ripping the dress to pieces multiple times after the many servants of Walder Frey were putting it on on her. She couldn’t lie to herself about it though. Of course, it was much too skimpy and bright for her. However, at the end of the day, it was still a beautiful outfit. It wasn’t cheap.

Walder had gotten something pretty original and expensive for her. She didn’t know how to feel about it. She was still incredibly pissed off, yet, her body was wearing this dress incredibly well. She was thinking one thing, yet, one body loved the outfit. What an interesting contradiction she thought to herself as she looked at herself in the mirror one more time as she still tried making it longer and covering her thighs. As she walked down a corridor in the castle, she brought a scroll with her. A scroll that had been given to her by Walder’s servants after they had gotten done properly dressing her up.

The scroll in question was indicating to her to go to Lord Walder Frey’s private room before the wedding for some ‘discussions’ involving her and Walder Frey. Arya wasn’t directly forced or ordered to go to his private room. However, there was an aura in the air that Arya could feel. She felt like if she didn’t go to visit Walder Frey this evening as instructed of her, something bad could happen to either Robb or her fiancé. She didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Arya finally reached the doors, she was let into the private room by the guards and walked inside. She soon saw Lord Walder Frey. He was waiting for her. She immediately bowed to him. Arya might have been reckless at times and with a fiery temper, but she was still very much so a polite young girl. Walder Frey waved at her as she entered the room.

“Thanks for bowing, young girl.”

“Of course, my lord,” she kindly responded to him.

“This dress I gave you does wonder on you.”

“Thank you, my lord. I appreciate the dress,” she lied.

“Don’t mention it. It looks great on you. Yet, despite showcasing your forms, you still look a bit like a tomboy in it.”

“I’m sorry? What are you talking about?” she asked.

“You still like a boy a bit. It’s okay. Your sister, Sansa, was always more the more feminine one among you two.”

“I don’t mean to miss you any respect, but I don’t truly care about if you think that I look more like a boy than a girl,” she said. The real Arya was finally piercing through and coming out of the veil. She tied not to. She tried to be kind and polite, but this was asking a lot out of her at this point. It was not easy.

“Oh no, don’t make any mistake. I don’t mind it at all. You are still developing, Arya, your body is still blossoming.”

“Thank you. I suppose?” she said.

“Don’t thank me. Your body is still developing, and I cannot wait to see where this goes ultimately. You are about to reach womanhood. Your time is near,” he explained to her.

“My time?” she asked him, not to understand what he meant by that. Her time to blossom and become an adult woman or something else? She wondered. She hoped she knew.

“Yes. Your time,” Walder Frey said as he continuously watched her. Stared at her as he drank more and more wine on the other side of the room. She could sense his depraved stare. It was perverted. She was old enough to know when a man, especially an older, perverted man looked at her that way. She didn’t mention anything.

She avoided looking at him too much or drawing attention to her. It was too late. All of his attention was pointed toward her already. There was nothing she could do to change that now or ever. He kept staring at her chest. Most of his attention was all over her breasts. She didn’t enjoy this. Not even one bit.

At some point, as the old man kept staring at her chest without saying, making this a lot more awkward that it should be, Arya decided to cross her arms together. Hiding her chest a bit, but not completely. She knew he wouldn’t like that if she was to hide her breasts completely. Especially after he had received her and that he gave her this nice dress that naturally showed too much of her, but a dress that she still enjoyed and thought that looked pretty.

So, that was why she intentionally allowed him to see her breasts through the white dress even though her plan was to cover them, so she could feel a bit better. It didn’t help much. Ironically, hiding her breasts and covering them with her arms made them look incredibly larger after she was seen pressing against them.

She didn’t mean to do this nor make this happen. She didn’t even know anything about it in the first place. The silence continued for a bit longer. Nobody said anything for a long, long time until Walder drank some more of his wine and walked toward his bed. Arya looked at him. Didn’t say anything at first.

“What is the goal of this meeting?” she politely asked.

“Why, Arya, would you like to come sit with me on my big bed? My bed is too large for me alone as you can see,” he said as he sat down on the edge of his own bed with his cup of wine inside the palm of his hand. He kindly and softly rubbed the blanket on the bed. Smiling to her. Acting as kindly as humanly possible.

At face-value, Arya didn’t see anything too weird or wrong about this. That would be the case if she was a normal, little girl, but she wasn’t. She was Arya Stark of Winterfell. She knew better. She knew that something was up here. She didn’t know what exactly yet, but she sensed that Lord Frey was up to something here. She had to figure out what this was all about. She looked at him in a suspicious way.

“What do you want me to come sit with you on your bed, Lord Frey, without wanting to offend you?” she asked him.

“Well, because we have no chairs in this room,” she looked around, this was a true fact. No chairs at all. “Ah, come on, we don’t need a marriage proposal for you to come sit with me on the bed. It’s nothing too special,” she agreed.

Not wanting to offend him, she slowly and calmly walked up to bed and sat down next to him. Still kept her distance. Still unsure. Still suspicious of him. To get comfortable, she casually crossed her legs together after sitting down, showing him even more of her beautiful thick thighs this way, without directly or indirectly wanting to. He saw it. He saw them.

He saw everything. This dress always desired to show more thighs. This was why Arya hated it so much. As Walder Frey licked his old man’s lips as he stared at the yummy and fresh Stark young lady right beside him, he tried getting closer to her. Moving closer.

“Um, so, Lord Frey, why did you need to speak to me in private right before the wedding? How can I help you?” she asked him, all nervous that he was trying to get any closer to her.

“Arya Stark. You are such a gorgeous girl. You are however not as pretty as ‘D-cup Daenerys’, the blonde beauty, mother of the dragons who is still pretty young, still developing as well, or ‘F-cups Margery’ the princess with some of the largest, royal breasts, or ‘E-cup Sansa’, your redhead sister that excites me a lot, but you are such an incredible flower that could one day blossom and surpass all of them.”

“What are you talking about, Lord Frey?” not too long after he was done referring to all these other women he craved so much, Walder Frey pushed Arya onto his bed, pushing her on her back suddenly making her squeal. She was taken by surprise. Before she could even react, Lord Frey was already on top of her, pinning her wrists with his hands, so she couldn’t fight back or get off the bed in time. She still tried struggling and fighting.

Desperately.

On top of her, with his big, old, but erect cock between of her revealed, thick thighs, his hips on top of hers, he looked down at her, appreciating this moment, appreciating and enjoying the fact that he was fully in control over her. As it had always been the case ever since she put on this dress he gave to her and entered his room for this private meeting.

“I’ve been dreaming of this for a long time,” he said.

“What the hell is this all about?” she asked me.

“Stay still. I am not going to hurt you.”

“That’s not what I am feeling right now.”

“What are you feeling right now? Something between my legs perhaps?”

“That is so funny.”

“It’s not supposed to,” Lord Frey corrected her. Thinking a bit better about what he said, she began feeling it between his leg. This truly wasn’t meant to be funny. She felt his growing and throbbing dick against one of her legs.

“Oh, no, I can feel it. I can feel it,” she said.

“Is it so bad?”

“It’s, it’s, it’s, I don’t know, is that really what this is supposed to be?” she asked him. She was secretly praying it wasn’t what it was supposed to be between his legs. In any cases, as she couldn’t move much because of him, pinned to the bed with him on top of her, she unwillingly and unconsciously began grinding herself all over his hard dick as she tried fighting back. She wasn’t absolutely certain of what it was, so she hoped for the better. The only thing she wished for right now was to get out of here.

“Um. Oh, yeah. That feels pretty good when you are grinding against it, sweetheart.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“If you are grinding against it, it might mean that you are more interested than you originally let on to believe.”

“It’s not it. I am not grinding against anything. I’m trying to get away from you,” she corrected him, not realizing what she was truly doing. “What do you want from me?” she asked him, confused, and uncomfortable. Walder smirked.

“The only thing I want is to spend this night with you, my little cherry,” he explained to her, showing his true colours.

“Your little cherry?” she paused, stopped fighting.

“I want to spend the first night with you before the wedding. That’s all I want. Nothing less. Nothing more.”

“What if I categorically decline?” she asked him.

“Well, then, I would have no other choice to cancel the wedding tomorrow and refuse any form of aids for Robb against the Lannisters,” he slowly and painfully explained to her. This was the big ultimately. This was up to her.

“I can’t have that. We can’t have Robb go to war without your support. What kind of proposition is that?”

“It’s simple. You help, and then I help your house in return,” Lord Frey said to her, making this even simpler for her.

“Then, I have no other choice,” she said as she continued fighting against her assailant. Even though she had no other choice, she kept fighting some more. It didn’t work. Walder Frey kept having her pinned to his bed. “I already knew you were a miserable monster, but I didn’t know you were that low. I can’t believe. What if my mother knew about this? Huh?”

“You can curse me all you want, it doesn’t change the fact that I am in control here. In control of the Stark bitch.”

“Wait, what did you call me just now?” she asked him.

“The Stark bitch. The Stark bitch. The Stark bitch. I have the Stark bitch for me all alone. This is going to be a great night,” he told her, giggling, enjoying his control over her.

“What a putrid bastard,” she said as she continued fighting. After a few minutes of constant struggle, she actually managed to roll down the bed and to escape his grasp. However, at the last moment before she could fully get away, Walder Frey suddenly grabbed her wrist again. He pulled her toward him on the bed again, However, this time, she ended up on top of him. He didn’t waste anytime to slap her fine, virgin ass as she rode him, making her yelped in pain and humiliation.

After a few additional slaps, he rolled her back underneath him and maintained her on the bed one more time for more control, much to her hatred. She yelled again. Hoping for some sort of help, but help never came her way. Lord Frey moved closer to her while on top of her and pressed his lips against hers. Kissing her. Forcing her to kiss him.