Chapitre 231: Chapter 231: Lesson Number One (Arya and Sansa Stark)
Up in the quarters of one of the most powerful Lords of the land Sansa Stark awaits for her prize. She sits on the bed, wrapping her young nubile body in nothing other than satin bed sheets. She hears a few footsteps coming up the steps and waits for the person on the other end to come up.
The door opens and Sansa smiles.
"It's about time you showed up….Arya?"
It's not Lord Hadrian Peverell, or Harry as a select few know him, rather it's Sansa's younger sister. The eighteen-year-old woman looks at Arya who stands in the room with a shocked expression on her face. Sansa finally finds it within herself to respond to the obvious question.
"What are you doing here?"
The question fires back around on the other end from Arya.
"What are you doing here? You're up here...in Lord Peverell's room? And you're not wearing anything?"
Everything clicks in Arya's mind. The way Sansa sneaks off several times. It just fails to click until now.
"You've been sneaking off with him! You've been sleeping with him! Sleeping with Lord Peverell like some kind of common harlot? I can't believe this...you realize what would our parents think about this?"
A smile crops over Sansa's face. If only Arya knew what Sansa knew.
"There's nothing common about me. And that still doesn't answer the question about what you're doing up here."
"He's my tutor...just as he was yours...and it's obvious he's educating you in other manners, beyond what mother's paying him for, I should note."
Sansa breaks out into a smile which causes Arya to give her the nastiest look she can muster.
"Perhaps, you're just jealous you haven't qualified for the advanced lessons. And there was no need to meet him in his private quarters for a simple lesson."
"You're deflecting."
"No, you're deflecting."
Arya steps back from her sister for a second only to run into someone strong and firm. Arya puts her hand on the firm bicep of Hadrian Peverell which causes her to freeze and turn around into those enchanting eyes which make women throughout the lands weak in the knees.
"Well, both of the Stark sisters here at once. This is very interesting, isn't it?"
"You've been sleeping with my sister. For how long?"
"About a year would you say?"
"Best year of my life."
Arya cannot believe they act so casual about this. She turns around only to feel the young lord's arms wrap around her.
"Lord Peverell, I don't….this is….this is just….you deflowered my….."
"I know what I did. And you're old enough to get the same thing. If you're willing and able."\
The arms slip away from around Arya. Hadrian Peverell, or Harry Potter as he's known in his own time period, gives the sixteen-year-old woman a smile. Arya's nipples harden behind her top.
"Maybe she thinks that she could not match my standards."
That one comment from Sansa causes Arya to throw her arms around the young lord's neck and smash her lips onto his with a kiss. Her hands work around Harry's neck and fingernails dig in.
The kiss continues for several minutes, with Harry bringing Arya over onto the bed. Her hands start fumbling with his clothes.
Taking pity on her younger sister, Sansa rises up and helps Harry out of his shirt. Both sisters rub the man's muscular chest and start working down his abs, getting closer to his belt.
The handsome lord's belt comes up, and one eighteen-year-old redhead and a sixteen-year-old brunette relieve Harry of his elegant silken shorts. Twelve inches of Harry's manhood comes out in front of them. Arya's eyes widen for a second.
"Sansa, why don't you demonstrate to your sister how this is done?"
"Yes, I'll show her how a common harlot sucks cock."
It sounds so elegant coming from her mouth. The sensual redhead moves in and engulfs Harry's cock with her mouth in one fell swoop. Sansa runs her nails down Harry's back and then moves between his legs. She grabs ahold of his balls and squeezes them.
Inch by inch, Sansa works Harry's cock into her mouth. It takes a while to get down a tempo, but over the months, she gets it down pat. And more importantly gets Harry's cock down her sweet little throat.
Harry watches Sansa work her mouth over his cock and also sneaks a look to Arya who wears a dazed little smile at what's going on. The young woman's dancing fingers move into position and caress Harry's balls from underneath him. She pulls away and gropes his balls to make Harry feel really good. He drives deep into her.
Arya's mouth opens and shuts. The size of Hadrian's prime organ sliding in and out of Sansa's warm mouth tells her what she wants. She wants that, she wants that in her mouth and in other parts of her.
The second Sansa leaves Harry, it causes his cock to dance and slap her in the face. The older sister coos loudly before giving Harry a parting kiss on the tip.
"Think you can handle that?"
Arya takes Harry's cock in both hands and starts squeezing it. She wraps her pouty lips around Harry's head and takes it into her mouth. For a second, Arya feels like she's going to choke on it. Harry holds the back of her head and guides her inside.
By some miracle, Harry's down all the way down her throat. In some of the best and most amazing ways possible. Harry's working his stiff shaft deep into Arya's tight throat. He pulls almost all the way out of her throat and drives back into her. His thick balls dance against Arya's chin and make her moan the deeper she descends on his manhood.
"Good. Suck my cock. Suck it like it's your job. Like it's your calling."
It's Arya's calling. Lord Peverell's mighty cock shoves deeper down her throat. She sees her sister kneel down to cradle the young lord's balls and squeeze them. Then Sansa's hot mouth begins sucking his balls and Arya cannot help and feel a little bit turned on by the entire spectacle.
Everything goes down as it intends. Harry works his manhood as far into Arya's tight throat as humanly possible. Those bloated balls swing and slap her chin. He pushes almost all the way out and then drives into her mouth, her tight throat, on a constant and never-ending loop.
"Get ready to receive your gift."
Sansa just grins and pops her mouth off of Harry's balls She squeezes them tight and releases them.
"You're going to enjoy this. You're going to love his cum in your mouth."
No doubt about this enters Arya's mind the second she slides down Harry's ample manhood. She sucks him in deep and pulls almost all the way out. She keeps bobbing up and down on Harry's cock. He holds onto the back of the head and uses her throat as his own personal fuck hole.
Harry clenches onto the back of Arya's head and begins firing his seed down her throat. Several spurts hit Arya and she pauses before sucking down his seed. Arya's hand falls onto his balls and she squeezes them with hunger dancing in her delicious eyes.
There's no question about it, the blowjob is a very enjoyable experience and once which Harry just has to hold on to. Being in her tight mouth.
"You're a natural."
"It runs in the family."
Harry slides as far into Arya's throat as he can go and finishes. The last few spurts paste the younger sister in the face and leave a mark on her.
A second passes and Sansa reaches in to scoop the dripping cum off of Arya's face. She pops it into her mouth.
For some reason, Arya finds this sexy as hell. Feelings she ignores bubbles over to the surface and she takes a deep breath.
"Why don't you help your sister out of her clothes?"
"Stand."
Arya pulls herself up and Sansa stands behind her, embracing her from behind and undoing the front of her clothes. Inch by inch, Sansa reveals Arya's breasts. A firm set of breasts, a flat stomach, wide hips with the perfect ass, a tiny strand of hair shaven on her pussy in the shape of a lightning bolt scar. Sansa stops here and rubs her sister between her thighs.
"That's a pretty telling mark."
"S-shut up!"
Sansa smiles and turns her sister around. Both sisters stand naked and beautiful before their lord. They meet in a kiss which Arya actually sparks. She aggressively kisses Sansa with anger and lust, shoving her tongue into her older sister's mouth.
The kiss returns with fire and Harry watches the show. He moves over to join them and places his hands on their firm rears. He squeezes them. Arya's arse pushes into Harry's hand very nicely and he could play with the arse of the teenager all day. The ageless lord smiles when looking at them.
They move away from each other and Harry slides a finger each between their warm pussy lips.
Arya cannot describe the feeling in words. It's like the best thing in the world hitting her at all of the right points. Hadrian holds a sixth sense into where to pleasure her. The fact her sister, who should be used to such pleasure from the young lord, feels the same thing sparks her on.
"You're both ready to go for me. Good because I'm ready for you."
The foot-long object of their lust hits both of the sisters hard between their legs. Harry finger bangs both of them for a minute and causes them to cling onto the edge of the bed which he backs them up against.
He pulls out and leaves them panting on the bed. Harry tastes their juices. Sansa's sweet as always and Arya has more of a spicy kick to it, fitting of her somehow.
"Perhaps I should show my baby sister how this cock should be taken properly."
Without waiting for his reply, Sansa throws herself off of the bed and kisses Harry, hard. His manhood brushes against her entrance as they both crash onto the bed. Sansa turns around and allows Harry to firmly plant his hands on Sansa's ass. She slides into position when facing Arya.
Watching the large cock slip between her sister's narrow, tight, lips, inch by inch causes a fire to spread through Arya. Her sister mounts Harry and rides him like a prized force.
Sansa slides herself all the way down onto Harry's cock and pulls almost all the way back from him. Inch by inch she takes Harry inside of her. She moans out in lust and it causes her flesh to sizzle the second Harry touches her. He pulls back from her and then runs a finger down her back.
"Deeper! Deeper! Deeper!"
It goes deep inside of her and causes Sansa to scream in pleasure.
"Oh! Daddy! You're splitting me in half!"
Arya's eyebrows raise a fraction of an inch at what she calls Lord Peverell. Perhaps it's some naughty kink or perhaps it's something more.
"I love how you drive my cock into you...this is how you became my Daddy, isn't it? Isn't it? When you held down my mother and gave her your cock….and she could not take enough...not until she was good and pregnant with me?"
Sansa drives down onto Harry and rides his cock. She goes wild bouncing up and down on him. Her red locks fly in the room. She bites down on her lip and makes eye contact with Arya.
"I love treating my girl right."
The fact they act as if they're father and daughter, it turns Arya on. A small nagging part of her wonders if it could be true. No one knows Lord Peverell's true age, although whatever it is if he is old enough to be Sansa's father, he ages very nicely.
Arya realizes she cannot entertain the thought of the scandal, but it just turns her on.
She's three fingers deep inside of herself and working herself over to an orgasm.
"Yes, Daddy! More Daddy!"
Those screams of lust bring Sansa to front and center. Harry watches the delightful young woman bouncing up and down on him. He reaches up and squeezes Sansa's bouncing arse. She howls as his cock goes deeper and deeper inside of her.
"Give your sister… a turn."
"In a minute. You're close. We wouldn't want it to be cut short. Would we? Daddy?"
Harry's cock throbs the further he pushes deep into Sansa's warm overflowing cunt. He pulls almost all the way out of her and then drives deeper into her. His balls smack her constantly, over and over again until Harry's about ready to lose it.
He closes around Sansa's chest and drives her down onto his cock. Finally, finally, it happens. Harry shoots his seed deep inside of Sansa.
Arya buries her fingers deep inside. Hadrian's cum drips out of Sansa's warm pussy and makes Arya want him, want him so badly right now. She breathes in and out on the bed.
A second passes and Harry pulls all the way out of her. He climbs onto the bed and climbs on top of Arya. Her young body just melts underneath Harry's touch.
"So are you really….you know?"
"Hard as a rock because of you?"
To demonstrate, the young lord brushes his cock down the front of Arya's body. He ends up between her legs. She reaches said legs up and wraps her feet around his ass.
"No, Sansa said...you...you're…."
"Arya, can I tell you something?"
Harry leans forward and whispers in the younger sister's ear.
"Join me, Arya, I am your father."
Pop culture reference from the future, although a misquoted one, is likely to fly over the heads of the younger sister. Arya's eyes snap open and she breathes. Harry takes her right breast in his left hand and squeezes it.
"So, Hadrian, are you ready to fuck me?"
"Only if you do one favor for me."
"Yes?"
"Call me Daddy."
"Yes….Daddy!"
With one push, Harry pushes his cock into the sixteen-year-old pussy underneath him. He deflowers her and quickly eases her pain, taking it on as his own. He pushes deep into her.
Arya hears the first time hurts and she does feel a sharp stabbing pain for a second. The pain gives way to pleasure of the best kind. Pleasure which rocks her body and stimulates her senses. Pleasure which continues the deeper and harder Lord Peverell rides her body.
The deeper he goes into her, the more Arya submits to him. He stuffs his cock inside without any way to go. Arya breaths in pleasure and lets out a light moan. Hunger dances in her eyes the deeper Harry pushes into her and pulls almost out of her.
She closes around Harry and makes him go deeper than before. Harry slides almost out of her body and goes in with one more fluid and long thrust. He sends himself as deep into Arya as possible and makes her howl in pleasure.
"It feels so good! Fuck me harder my l...Daddy! Daddy! How could you leave your little girl without a proper cock?"
Harry slides between her legs and gets a touch of her snug pussy. He pulls almost all the way out and drives in deeper and harder. His balls slap against her the further he goes in.
"I'm correcting it now, baby girl."
"Break me on your cock like you did Sansa! Like you did my mother...and like you must have done to every other woman who you laid eyes on! That fancied your interest! Take me! Break me! Make me yours!"
Arya receives a heavy pounding from Harry. She takes more of him inside her than the younger sister thinks possible. His hands move all over her and he just does not fuck her pussy. He stimulates every inch of her body. Several small little jolts of pleasure come up over her before the big one.
"This feels good! Harder! Fuck me like you would fuck a whore! You're going to fuck your own daughter like you fuck a whore!"
Sansa moves over across the bed. She's still a bit rough from the pounding Harry gives her. Watching Harry's cock slide deep into her younger sister makes Sansa feel more alive than before. A moan comes out of the back of her throat as she slides closer than before.
She holds her finger against her front entrance sliding one inside and Sansa follows it up with a second finger inside of her. The show of Harry driving in and out of Arya gives Sansa all the fuel necessary to go over the edge with constant waves of pleasure.
The deeper Harry slams into Arya, the more she clings onto him. Harry pulls out of her and then moves Arya over to her side. He grinds against Arya's shapely bum before squeezing her.
"Daddy! Don't tease me."
"It's half the fun baby girl."
A shiver spreads over Arya as he calls her baby girl. It most certainly sparks something great inside of her. Harry guides his manhood closer to her entrance. The first few inches pop inside of her before Harry slides completely out of her. He drives deep into her.
Harry closes his nails against Arya's ass and squeezes her. He pulls almost all the way out of her and drives his cock deep inside of her.
Arya's on her side with Harry ramming his cock into her. His hands stroke every inch of the young supple flesh the younger sister holds. The tightening teenage twat works over Harry's cock. He pulls out from her and drives himself deeper inside of her.
"Daddy! Yes, Daddy!"
"Look at that. She's begging for your cock. Just like some common harlot."
Those words Arya said early get thrown back into her face. She grits her teeth and is about ready to say something in response. At least until Harry zeroes in on a spot on the back of her neck and slides as deep into her as humanly possible. Harry holds her waist and drives further inside.
Every second she makes and every move Arya makes causes Harry to drive deeper inside of her. He holds onto Arya's waist and pushes into her.
Harry wraps tightly around the lovely sixteen-year-old and spears her pussy. Arya's scorching hole clamps down around Harry the deeper and further he plants inside of her. Harry holds it for a second.
"Cum for Daddy."
"Yes!"
He makes Arya feel great. Great, so good, her pussy gets a heavy slamming. Hadrian stretches her out and makes Arya close onto his hand. She breathes out in the most sensual way possible. This position allows him to fully press up against her body from behind when he's fucking her.
His hands move to her ass and make Arya feel naughty. Those throbbing balls striking her wet thighs and also flicking her clit makes Arya lose it completely. She squeezes down upon him.
"Closer. Closer. Closer."
"YES!"
Arya screams out one more time and Harry spills his seed inside of her. The warm and fast spurts allow Arya to completely let go of herself. She grabs Harry's wrist tightly and pulls him closer to her. He slams into her tight pussy from behind with the discharge getting more and more prominent the more Harry launches into her.
Several warm blasts of cum later and Harry feels the pleasure of release. The soft shudder of pleasure Arya gives him shows she enjoys it just as much.
"Thanks, Daddy."
A long second paces as Harry rolls over. Sansa crawls over onto the bed and straddles her younger sister's hips. An impish grin goes over her face.
"And that was just lesson number one."
The hint of more lessons to come fuel the fire. Sansa plays a bit with her younger sister, pressing their chests together, and making out in the most heated way possible.
Harry sits waiting for his moment where he can join in.
End.
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