PS: Takes place during the feast at Winterfell in A Game of Thrones

Warning: Contains incest

The Great Hall was bustling with activity as the lords and ladies mixed and mingled over the sumptuous dinner fete put on by the Lord Eddard Stark in honor of the King and Queen. Robb and Arya were seated near Catelyn while Theon, Sansa, the royal children and the Queen sat on the other side of the table adjacent to Lord Stark and the King. Robb reached under the table and squeezed Arya's knee and felt her hand cover his in response, not stopping him but softly stroking his knuckles with her fingertips.

As his father stood to address the nobles dining at his tables, Robb let his hand explore under the table; he slowly hitched the hem of his sister's long skirt up until he could feel the soft, warm flesh of her naked thigh beneath his palm. He let his hand rest there for a long moment, savoring the feel of this new bit of territory, and was surprised to suddenly feel Arya's hand flutter across his own thigh. She stroked the stitched seam that ran down the inside of his breeches leg, sending a shiver through him. He looked at her; above the table, no one would ever guess anything was going on below it. Her face was completely passive as she gazed at the King, pretending to be in rapt attention to his every word. He tried to do the same, but his cock was stiffening and he could feel a warm flush rising in his cheeks.

A steady tap tap tap on the tabletop caught his attention and he looked across at Theon, who was staring at him with a wicked half-smile.

Robb shook his head and shot him a stern look, but Theon suddenly picked up a fork and, staring Robb straight in the eye, purposefully dropped it to the floor. Robb groaned inwardly as he watched Theon's unruly brown head dip under the table to retrieve it. He knew he was really under there to check out what was happening in the laps of the guests...a game they used to play as teens during boring state dinners and luncheons. It was always amazing to discover how much hanky panky was actually going on during his father's speeches.

He let his face fall to his hand as Theon popped back up with a look of glee on his face. Robb refused to look at him, hiding his eyes behind his fingers, but he could see the big buffoon giving him a barely concealed thumbs-up sign behind his wine goblet. He was relieved when Lady Catelyn reached over and slapped Theon on the shoulder, forcing him to pay attention to his Lord Stark's final congratulatory words.

Once everyone was eating and Theon was thoroughly immersed in his own food, Robb returned his attention to Arya's thigh, letting his hand slide further up her leg till his fingertips lightly brushed the soft thin fabric of her panties. From the corner of his eye he saw her hand tighten on the stem of her glass, but she didn't close her legs; emboldened, he slipped his fingers down lower and pressed his palm flat against her body. Her shoulders jerked just slightly, but she kept her composure and dug her fingers into his knee, while nonchalantly eating a bit of toast with her other hand.

Robb was impressed.

When she parted her thighs to allow him better access, he slipped his hand under her leg and lifted it up over his knee. He saw Theon holding another fork aloft with an evil grin, but he didn't care; let the oaf look all he wanted, maybe he'd learn something about gentle pleasuring. All he cared about was his wife's soft, sweet, willing little cunt, waiting for his touch.

Slipping his fingers inside her panties, he nudged a fingertip into her soft folds and was delighted to find her warm and wet. He pushed one finger very gently into her, just the tip, and felt her clench up on it; he waited a moment to let her get used to him touching her this way, then when she relaxed he slipped it out and moved his wet fingertip up to the little button at the top of her slit. He heard her suck in her breath when he touched it - even over the noise of the other guests talking and laughing, her little sound of surprise and shock was audible.

Theon's fork hit the floor again.

Robb's mother slapped him on the back of the head as he dove under to get it, calling him clumsy and telling him to leave it as she motioned for a servant to bring more utensils. She must have known what Theon was really up to, because she fired off a hateful glare across the table at Robb and gave Theon a hard yank on the ear to make him sit upright. Then her pleasant expression fell back into place as she resumed chatting with the noble lady.

With Theon's annoying behavior now officially busted, Robb concentrated on stroking Arya just enough to bring her to full arousal, taking perverse pleasure in knowing that her slick juices were beginning to spill out of her and would most likely wet the back of her skirt enough to be visible when they got up. The dark part of his nature enjoyed such outward displays, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hide his pride as he escorted her out of the dining hall, all eyes on them as they made their exit. He reigned himself in, remembering that Arya was new to all this, chastising himself inwardly for wanting to parade her like a prize when he hadn't even broken her in yet.

There would be time for all that.

He withdrew his hand and innocently licked his fingers, knowing that to anyone looking it would appear as if he'd dripped honey on them. Arya was blushing, her eyes carefully focused on her plate, and Robb could see that her hands were trembling as she carried on eating her dinner as if she weren't being stroked under the table.

Leaning over to press his lips against her ear, he whispered thickly, "Eat your fill, little one...once we've been excused, I'm going to devour you."

Before he'd finished speaking, he took her hand and guided it back down to his lap, pressing it against the hard bulge in the front of his pants. He heard her soft moan, followed quickly by his own as her fist opened and she rubbed her palm against him fearlessly.

Dinner couldn't end soon enough to suit him.

Robb held it together long enough to sit through no fewer than a dozen speeches and rousing recountings of valorous deeds performed during the Baratheon rebellion, including several that referenced his own father's feats of bravery. Theon in particular took great pleasure in directing all eyes toward Robb, noticing with relish that Robb, instead of basking in the attention and glory, seemed to be waving it all away with humility. He knew what was really happening and did his best to keep everyone in the banquet hall looking at the heir to Winterfell and applauding, till finally with a wicked gleam in his eye he held his hand out toward his friend."Here is Robb, the eldest son and heir of the warden of the North"

He shot a murderous glare across the table at his grinning Theon. Theon was smiling broadly and yelling for him to stand, pumping his massive fists in the air to work the audience into a frenzy. Muttering curses under his breath, Robb put on his best false smile and stood, slowly, reaching out to grab a large mead tankard which he held strategically in front of the painfully obvious erection that had enlarged the front of his trousers.

It took some doing, but Robb kept the irritation out of his voice as he nodded to the crowd and gave a quick retelling of his father's feats during both Robert's Rebellion and the Greyjoy Rebellion, which elicited more applause and table-thumping. Nobody seemed to notice how red his cheeks were, nor how he clutched the brass tankard closely to his lower front; nobody except Theon, who waited until Robb was about to sit back down and then yelled, "Toast to a realm of peace!"

Everyone raised their tankards high into the air... including Robb, who muttered a resigned "Fuck it", hefting his as well.

The look on Sansa's face, directly across the table from him and still seated so that her eyes were at waist level, was worth the humiliation.

Robb and Arya behaved until they were out of the banquet hall and had traversed the first long, wide corridor that led away from the common areas and into the narrower hallways that snaked through the castle toward the private wings. Once they were out of range of prying eyes, Robb spun Arya by the hand till she faced him, pushing her up against one of the massive columns that lined the halls.

"Robb!" she yelped in surprise as he pressed his thumbs into her hips, holding her in place against the stonework. "Someone will see us!"

"Let them look," Robb growled back, his lips devouring her soft neck as he moved closer, pushing his body up against hers. "You are mine, sweet sister - and now there is no one to stop us taking our pleasure."

Their lips met and the kiss went well beyond any meeting of lips they'd shared thus far; the sheer hunger of it made them dizzy and Robb felt his lust rising even as his bride began moaning and pushing against him.

"Oh Robb," she murmured as her hands twisted in his hair, "I have long dreamed of this..."

Robb pulled his face away with great effort, wanting to see her expression as she spoke. "Have you, little one?"

She nodded, her eyes closed and her head dropped back rapturously, completely lost in the feel of her brother pressing against her. "Yes, My Lord."

He resumed tasting her throat, laying soft pecks and little nibbles along her jawline and down to the throbbing pulsepoint midways down the side of her neck. "And what exactly have you dreamed, my sweet?"

She was finding it more and more difficult to speak as Robb's hands began sliding up the bodice of her dress, but she found the presence of mind to relax back against the column and whisper breathlessly, "I've dreamt of you touching me, finally...of you...finally..." She snaked her hand down his chest to his stomach and let her fingers come to rest at the waist of his leather breeches, "finally joining those parts to mine."

Robb burst into laughter at her innocent words. He remembered the day he'd explained to her what he was doing to the wench when she caught him fucking her. She then innocently asked if Robb would do that to her when she was older.

He took a half step back and let his eyes fall to her heaving bosom.

Never taking his eyes off the delicious swell of her breasts above the top of her bodice, he let his fingers pull the laces of her dress until the corset loosened. Slipping one hand inside the low neckline to grope her, he found her nipple and gave it a pinch, just hard enough to make her gasp.

Somewhere down the hallway voices echoed and Robb grinned, pulling his hand out of Arya's dress and taking her by the hand to tug her along after him; the long corridors seemed to go on forever as they ran, breathless, all the way back to Robb's chambers.

When at last they made it to their bedchambers, Robb pulled Arya into the room and kicked the door shut behind them. He advanced on her playfully, driving her backwards toward the bed as he dug his fingers into her ribs, tickling her till she fell on the raised step between the sitting area and the sleeping area. He grabbed her by the waist so that she went down gently with him on top of her, kissing and laughing, but with Robb's laughter taking on a decidedly predatory growl as he felt his sister's lush little body writhing under him. He pursued her lips aggressively, but the step was digging into her back and she pushed against his chest with her hands.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his face suddenly concerned when she made a little sound of discomfort.

"Can we get on the bed?"

"Ohhh yes," he grinned, getting to his feet and holding his hand out for her to take as he pulled her up off the floor. He stopped her at the foot of the bed and took her by the shoulders, bending his head to kiss her tenderly as he started undressing her, slowly and sensually. "Your composure at dinner was admirable, my sweet," he purred as he unlaced her bodice and slipped her dress off her shoulders, grinning as it puddled at her feet. "But now I intend to make you lose it."

Too impatient to bother with the myriad of tiny buttons on her underslip, he merely ripped them off. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up close to him as he very slowly pushed the thin straps of the slip off her shoulders and tugged it down to her waist, where it slid smoothly over her hips and onto the floor with her discarded dress.

"Let me look at you, little one."

He took her by the arms and turned her with him as he moved around her to sit on the edge of the bed. His eyes drank her in appreciatively, gliding warmly over her pale shoulders and slender arms, lush firm breasts and rosy pink nipples, moving down her flat belly to her shapely hips and sleek legs. Yes, she had definitely grown up. He took her by the hips and moved her closer to him, standing her between his knees as he pressed his face between her breasts to breathe in the delicious scent of her skin. He felt briefly conflicted when he realized this was the little girl he'd carried on his hip and tucked into bed and played in the garden with, the tiny girl who climbed trees and always wanted one more bedtime story. The sweet little child he knew was now replaced with a beautiful young lady.

And now she was standing before him in nothing but a tiny pair of panties, and it was time to make the transition from brother to lover.

Tracing the curve of her hipbone with a fingertip, he pressed his hand flat against the front of her panties; she shivered, her breath catching in a surprised little gasp, but her eyes never broke from his.

"Do you still trust me as you always have, Arya?"

She nodded, her hands moving to rest on top of his. "Yes, Robb."

Slowly, he slipped the panties down, sliding them over her legs to the floor. His hands came back up to gently grip her thighs.

"You know that I would never hurt you intentionally, don't you?"

Her eyes were wide and soft, never moving from his face.

"I know."

He stood and lifted her up onto the bed, kissing her deeply for several long moments before he moved away and began undressing himself. Arya scooted toward the head of the bed and onto the pillows, but remained on top of the sheets; Robb let his eyes feast on her as he tugged off his boots and removed his tunic and breeches, dropping them all unceremoniously onto the floor on top of her dress and underthings. Her legs were slightly crossed at the thighs, hiding her womanhood from his view, but the soft little patch of black hair at their junction was just visible and he felt himself stiffening almost painfully at the thought of pressing his face into it. But he took his time; rushing wasn't on his agenda. Taking her slowly and tenderly was. There would be time for frantic frenzied coupling later, after he'd shown her how to make love.

He noticed her eyes had finally left his face and drifted lower, taking in the rest of him; he stood beside the bed for a few moments to let her get used to seeing him naked, watching her expression, relieved to see no fear or hesitation in her face. Just curiosity, mixed with the beginnings of desire.

He climbed onto the bed and crawled over to her, taking her ankles in his hands as he slowly began kissing and licking his way up her leg. When he got to her thigh he switched to the other leg so that he could lick the inside, feeling her tremble suddenly at the touch of his cool tongue on her warm flesh. He looked up at her for a moment, silently seeking her approval to move closer as his hands gently squeezed her knees, pushing them apart. She didn't resist, so he slipped his mouth between her legs and reverently kissed the soft, moist folds hiding her untouched little opening.

She responded by reaching down to tangle one hand in his hair, tugging lightly as her other went up over her head to grip the pillows. Robb could feel her body tensing and heard a quiet moan escape her lips as he moved upwards just slightly, letting his tongue lap very very gently over the little bud at the top of her slit.

"Ohhhh Robb..."

His fingers were itching to explore inside her, but he forced himself to wait - he had just barely pressed a fingertip into her during dinner, not enough to truly enter her; he wanted his first touch of her sweet little insides to be felt by his cock.

He kissed his way slowly up over her belly to her breasts, where he sucked and licked and teased until her flesh blushed pink with need. He whispered to her, using his voice to help her become aroused, knowing she would need to be completely ready for him before he went any further. When she began groaning with frustrated desire, he moved up next to her and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Do you want me to take you, little one?"

She nodded, her eyes closed tight.

"Look at me, Arya. Open your eyes."

She obeyed, and for the first time he saw fear in her expression. He stroked her cheek with the back of his finger, soothing her. "Don't be afraid, darling. You knew this day would come..." He slowly dragged his finger across her lips, watching them part. "I'm going to take away the one thing that separates us."

She nodded, seeming to understand. Robb moved over her, kissing her tenderly on the lips as he pressed his body onto hers and nudged her thighs apart with his knee. As he settled between her legs, he took her hand and pulled it down between them.

"Touch me, sweetheart."

Arya obeyed, opening her fist and wrapping her hand around his cock. He was fully erect and she couldn't close her fingers around his girth; she sucked in her breath in surprise at how big he was, reflexively trying to close her legs to protect herself. Robb shushed her gently as her knees dug into his hips. "It's alright darling...don't be scared of me. Do you remember what I told you, so long ago?"

Arya nodded, her eyes locked to his. "You said it would hurt the first time, because you're so much bigger than me."

Robb smiled, trying not to laugh. "It will hurt because you are unbroken...but just as quickly as the pain comes, I'll take it away." He kissed her again, breathing against her cheek to calm her. "I promise."

As he began moving against her, slipping the tip of his engorged cock very gently between her soft, silky folds, he pressed his tongue into her mouth to distract her while his fingers went between them to lightly rub her clit. It wasn't long before he felt her juices soaking him and he pushed himself a little further, stopping when she tensed, deepening the kiss to keep her mind from focusing on what was going on between her legs. Her tiny opening was so tight that he had to push hard to stretch her enough to inch inside; he knew it hurt, felt her holding her breath and groaning against his lips, so he broke the kiss to comfort her with soothing words while he stroked her little button with his finger. He could feel it swelling in response to his touch and knew that she was as ready as she was ever going to get.

But he wasn't so sure he was.

He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted a woman before. He'd never been squeamish about breaking a virgin. He had plenty of experience and knew all the little tricks...but this was Arya, his sweet little Arya, and he was about to hurt her.

"Hold onto me, little one," he whispered against her ear as he shifted his hips higher onto her. "I want you to relax so that you can let me in. Can you do that for me, my love?"

Her voice sounded small and scared when she answered, but she obeyed and slipped her arms around his ribs, pressing her hands into his shoulder blades. "Yes, Robb." He felt her muscles finally relax enough to allow him to move.

Removing his hand from between them, he slipped it behind her and pressed it into the small of her back to help lift her hips as he pushed. The resistance of her tight muscles was enough to make her cry out as he forced them to give, stretching her wide until he reached her unbroken barrier and paused just long enough to whisper, "I love you, my darling," before thrusting deep into her.

The pain paralyzed her for a moment; but before she could react, Robb was already stroking slowly inside her, soothing the burning ache, speaking softly into her ear as he kissed her tenderly. Her insides felt like they were on fire, stretching to take him in, stinging worse with every thrust until she could do nothing but sink her teeth into his shoulder to stifle her scream.

"There, there, little one...there's my good girl...it's done, my sweet."

She felt him smiling against her cheek and the realization that she was finally broken helped her to relax under him, till finally she could begin moving with him.

When he felt her responding, Robb began stroking her all over, wanting her to feel pleasure in her entire body, not just between her legs. He licked and nibbled her neck, teasing her with his tongue, encouraging her to let go and enjoy the sensations he was awakening in her flesh. His hands moved all over her, his fingers touching and rubbing and exploring, while his chest pressed down against her breasts and his stomach rubbed against hers. Their legs tangled and their hips strained toward one another, grinding almost painfully as they struggled to get closer and closer to each other, sweat glistening on their skin as they panted and groaned and whispered into each other's ears. He could feel her belly tightening and knew her pain was being replaced quickly with pleasure.

She soon found that the burning lessened if she tipped her hips up and spread her legs wider; the sensation of her body moving under him aroused Robb further and he had to hold himself back from thrusting hard, knowing she wasn't ready yet for anything less than gentle handling. He lifted her legs, murmuring "Put them around me, sweetheart" as he shifted his hips so that his shaft would rub deliciously against her swollen little clit with each thrust. His repositioning was met with a surprised "Oh!" from her as his strokes started bringing her quickly to an intense peak.

"Doesn't that feel delicious, darling?" he hissed against her throat, his own pleasure rising quickly. "Come with me, let's take our release together." He reached down between them and pressed his fingers firmly against her little button, listening to her breathing quicken and become labored as he stroked her in quick little circles. "That's it baby, come with me."

Something in his growling voice made her let go and she cried out in ecstasy, unable to stop the waves that came crashing over her from deep within. Robb groaned as her muscles tightened unbearably around his cock; the pulsing heat and intense pressure forced him into his own uncontrollable climax, and as he emptied deep inside her belly, he cried out her name in a ragged, strangled voice he barely recognized as his own. When he could finally hear again beyond his own pounding heartbeat, he heard Arya's sweet little voice in his ear, saying his name over and over.

He fell weakly onto her, his breath coming in great rasping gasps while his body trembled, coming down from his climax. Arya was lying still beneath him, holding tightly to him, her arms and legs still wrapped around him.

"Are you alright, my love?" he asked quietly. He was met with a contented sigh.

She smiled into his face as he bent his head to kiss her.