A Clash of Queens

Author's Note:

This story takes place immediately after my last story: A Song of Submission. I highly recommend you read that before you read this one for context. For those who didn't read it, be aware it also contains some incest content.

This takes place during the first two episodes of Game of Thrones season eight, after Daenerys moves to Winterfell.

*****

When Arya awoke, she could feel hands on her body. It took her a moment to realise it was morning, given how dark the winter light had been this month, but was quickly brought into the land of the living by a pinch to her nipple. She could feel Sansa behind her, spooning her, with hands wondering across her skin. From the way her sister was grinding against her, she could tell last night's exploits had done little to alleviate her sexual frustration.

As soon as Arya turned Sansa planted a kiss on her lips, impatiently, before putting her hands on her shoulders and pushing down. "Kiss me down there," she whispered to Arya.

However appealing it sounded, it gave her an idea that meant disappointing her. Arya pushed her hands away and came out from under the sheets for air. As Sansa moved in for a kiss she placed a finger to her lips to stop.

"Sorry, Lady Stark, I've got a better idea."

"I told you not to call me that," she responded with irritation. "I need your touch. Weren't you the one telling me to give commands and take charge?"

"That's true," Arya said as she slipped out of her arms and to the edge of the bed. "But you need to spread your wings further."

Arya climbed out of the bed, and Sansa watched with a smile, unashamedly staring at her ass as she bent down to look for her clothes.

"I want you though," she moaned from under the bedsheets. Arya looked back and grinned as she pulled her scattered clothes from the night before on.

"You have me," Arya smiled, then, with her clothes all in place, paced out of the room. She remained gone for a minute or so before returning, during which time Sansa had remained in bed, glaring at the door.

"What are you doing?" she said, her stern side kicking in.

"I called for a chambermaid to bathe you."

"I can bloody well bathe myself. What in the gods did you do that for?"

Arya came in close to the bed and smiled down at her sister, running her fingers through her auburn hair. She knew what they could do together that day, but she needed a warm-up first - not comforts.

"This maid is going to bathe you. You're going to order her to wash you, because you are the Lady of Winterfell. Isn't that right?"

"...Yes."

"Then, if you want to get some release. You can get it from her."

"Very funny," she replied with a frown, but took notice of Arya's plain expression.

"I'm not joking, Sansa. It's one thing to take charge when it's someone you know, but you need to test the waters with others too, boost your confidence."

"I am NOT asking a maid to fuck me."

Arya couldn't help but laugh at the comment, and Sansa suppressed a smile at her giggles.

"Do you not think that every lord takes whatever woman he wants? Chambermaids are always satisfying the nobles they work for - so why should you be any different? Besides, I picked a particularly beautiful one - one who I am certain would be interested."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"I have my ways. Now, I can hear her coming. I'm going to leave, and you're going to use your servant any way you wish. Okay?"

Sansa shook her head, but Arya just smiled and walked away. As she got to the door, she came face-to-face with the chambermaid she had ordered. Sansa pulled the covers up to her neck in embarrassment, while Arya stepped out into the hall.

The maid shut the door behind her, then disappeared into the bathroom. Soon enough, other maids entered the room carrying buckets of steaming hot water, soaps, and towels, which they laid out into the bathroom, before taking their leave.

During all this, Sansa sat in her bed, silently cursing her sister. Eventually, the chambermaid came out of the bathroom and came to the end of the bed, where she stood, hands behind her back. "Lady Stark?"

'Arya was right, she is beautiful,' the redhead thought to herself. The maid was young compared to many of the other staff, maybe in her early twenties. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, and her eyes were strikingly blue. Her figure, too, was incredible, even in the drab grey dress she wore.

"Miss Stark," she called again. "There's no need to be shy."

She smiled, but even the sweetness of her face did little to combat the rise of rebellion inside her. To be shy in front of a maid was to be weak in front of her, and she needed to be strong and willful like Arya... like Daenerys.

Sansa pushed the sheets off her and stepped out of the bed, proudly walking towards the bathroom without an inch of clothing. She did her best to hide her embarrassment and ignore the wide eyes that followed her.

'She's probably not used to seeing ladies sleep without undergarments,' she thought as she walked past her into the bathroom, stepping into the luke-warm shallow water of her tub. Without a word, the maid began to add hot water from the nearby buckets until it reached a lovely temperature.

Sansa sighed, and noticed the woman smile to herself in pride. She closed her eyes and, deciding to test out what Arya had suggested, kept them shut as she made her first order of the day.

"Wash my arms."

Without a word, the girl complied. Sansa opened one eye to look at her as she lathered up her arms with soap, and relished her beauty. She grew more bold, opening both eyes and looking at the maid's cleavage as she bent down, only looking away when the girl looked back at her expectantly.

"What's your name?"

"Elissa, Lady Stark."

"That's a nice name. But you can call me Sansa."

"Thank you, Lady Stark, but I can't call you by your first name. It's improper."

She looked Sansa dead in the eyes and said: "Besides, I like to call you a Lady, it reminds me how I have submitted to your service"

'Is she... flirting with me?' Sansa asked herself, noting the intensity to Elissa's eyes as she spoke.

Normally, she wouldn't have taken notice, but after what Arya said, she started to consider whether it was possible. The itch she desperately needed scratching made itself more known to her as this thought flashed before her eyes, and she decided to test the waters a little further.

"Elissa, do my chest now."

She kept her face as calm and collected as she could, even though she had butterflies in her stomach. Arya was right, it was so much easier when you knew someone. This felt more dangerous, but the thought of it actually working sent shivers down her back.

Elissa grabbed her cloth and dipped it in hot soapy water, before bringing it to Sansa's skin, lightly dabbing her from her collar bone down to her chest. She lightly scrubbed her breasts in turn, but it wasn't quite enough for Sansa.

"Use your hands," she said, hoping the order could be passed off as platonic if she were wrong about Elissa.

She didn't look her in the eye and looked around the room as if bored, but once the dark-haired maid cupped her breast she started to feel excited. She spread the soapy froth across her chest, spending more time than she needed to on the area.

With the lightest of touches to her nipples, Sansa couldn't help but sigh. Looking down at her chest she could see them begin to harden. Elissa washed the soap away but continued to massage her boobs, and it became clearer to Sansa that this woman had an agenda, or at least knew what was expected of her.

For the first time in a while, Sansa looked to her left. She didn't have to pretend to be cool and domineering now, as the way Elissa bit her lip and gazed at her with desire was enough to let her know she was in control.

Without breaking eye contact, Sansa reached for the hand on her chest. Lightly taking it in hand, she edged it down lower to her abdomen, dipping her fingers into the water. She let go of the hand, letting it trail in the water independently, but Elissa got the message.

The chambermaid pushed the sleeve of her dress further up her arm, then returned it to the water, using the feel of Sansa's skin to guide her down below the soapy water. She cooed softly as Elissa's hand found her crevice, but it was Elissa's breathing that quickened as she ran her fingers along the slit.

"Use your fingers,.. inside me," Sansa whispered, eyes closed again. She felt her confidence grow as Elissa followed her words with enthusiasm, as if she were the one being granted favour.

"Mmm," she moaned softly as one finger penetrated her, then again as a second entered alongside it. Elissa pushed them all the way in and out a few times as if staking her claim to her pussy, before curling upwards and grazing its roof.

"Oooohhh," Sansa groaned without thinking, almost yelping from the sudden sensitivity she felt. Whatever spot Elissa was touching, it was one she hadn't been touched in before, and she found herself getting close to the edge far faster than she'd anticipated.

Suddenly, she felt a soft sensation against her nipples and opened her eyes. Looking down she saw that Elissa had come in closer to the tub, and was now delicately licking her nipples as she fingered the Lady of the house.

"Fuck," Sansa whispered as the licking turned to long sucking, her lips wrapped around her areola while her tongue darted over the tip of her nipples.

As her arms tensed up with the rising feeling, she felt Elissa's lips leave her. Opening her eyes, she saw the maid watching her intensely, her mouth open in arousal. Sansa looked over her plump limps, the ones that were only just wrapped around her nipples, before the orgasm hit her.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, her voice growing higher in pitch. Elissa continued to watch Sansa as she rubbed her g-spot, leaving the redhead clutching her arm and biting her lip as the pleasure washed through her.

As the crest of the orgasm passed, Sansa looked again on her servant, who looked overwhelmed by desire herself. Her fingers slowed, teasing out a few more spasms of pleasure before she removed them from her warm hole.

Sansa felt her entire body relax, the warm water and freedom from frustration almost lulling her to sleep. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Elissa smiling at her, with a hand trailing in the water.

"I like you," Sansa said with a smirk. "Promise me you will return."

"Of course, Lady Stark."

Seeing in her face the power the girl had over her, after the way she had so expertly manipulated her beneath the water, Sansa sought to reclaim a little power herself. So, with another smile and a close of her eyes, she said:

"That's all. Leave me be."

She could feel the disappointment in Elissa's face even if she couldn't see it, but she knew she would be back for more the next chance she could.

*****

As Elissa left the Lady of Winterfell's quarters, shutting the door firmly behind her, she turned and jumped out of her skin. Waiting, leaning against the wall beside the door, was Arya Stark, absent-mindedly eating an apple.

"Hello Lady Stark," she stammered, her eyes darting back to the door, clearly wondering how much was heard by the younger sister.

"Come with me," she replied, turning on the spot and walking briskly down the hallway. "And do *not* call me 'Lady'."

Holding up her dress to keep up with the fast pace of the intimidating woman, Elissa caught up with Arya, following her silently down a few flights of stairs and into the darker, fire-lit caverns of Winterfell.

"If this is about your sister, I can assure you nothing untoward happened," she said in a mild panic, as they approached the outskirts of the warm forge. "Lady Star-"

Cutting her off before she could finish, Arya grasped the maid and pressed her against the stone wall, causing her to yelp in surprise. This was the first time that Arya had made eye contact with her.

"Don't call me 'Lady', slut. I know you pleasured my sister, and I know she sent you away before you could get what you wanted."

Before she could formulate a reply, or figure out how she'd known it all, Elissa felt a hand drift under her dress and stroke her thigh. Her eyes pierced right through her, especially that close, and she was powerless as the hand drifted up to cup her panty-clad crotch, and her lips met with hers.

The kiss was strong and forceful, one that would have felt too much too soon for Elissa if she hadn't been so turned on by her time with the Lady. Her lips prickled with the energy of the kiss, and when it was broken she longed for more. Instead, Arya pushed her back against the wall again and spoke.

"If you don't want everyone to know your dirty secret, you'll do exactly what I say. You do that? Then I can help you out with your... frustrations."

Elissa couldn't help but smile despite her shock. 'Two Stark girls in one day - one morning?' she thought to herself, relishing the opportunity to get her rocks off with two of the most powerful women in the North.

"I... understand," she said, almost shaking with anticipation of yet another kiss. One that didn't arrive.

"Gendry!"

Elissa looked puzzled at the sudden change. 'Did she mean Gendry... the blacksmith boy?' Looking to her left, still pinned to the wall by the defiant Stark girl, her eyes widened as she saw a man emerge from the smoky forge and stroll towards them.

"What's all this then?" he asked with a raised eyebrow at Elissa. She was a little lost for words, distracted momentarily by the shirtless man, his chiselled muscles highlighted by the glimmer of sweat and black marks of soot.

"This one needs to be fucked," Arya answered plainly, as if Elissa wasn't even there. She opened her mouth in protest but didn't have any words to share. It was true, after all. Gendry chuckled to himself.

"Normally it's the person who wants to be fucked who asks, not her friend... or captor."

He and Arya exchanged a quick smile, the first one Elissa had seen break the Stark woman's serious expression that day. It soon returned as she turned back to Elissa, inches away from her, the threat implicit in her eyes before she even spoke.

"So what do you have to say?"

Elissa looked over at Gendry, unable to make eye contact for a moment. She knew what she wanted her to say, and knew that she had little choice in the matter. Yet as soon as she started to speak the words at Arya's behest, she found that despite her situation, she meant them.

"Please fuck me."

"Well, I don't need to be asked twice," Gendry replied, unbuckling his britches and stepping towards them. Elissa got a quick look at his already semi-hard member before Arya grabbed her by the shoulders and forcibly turned her so that she was facing the wall.

As Gendry got in place behind her, Arya leaned her shoulder against the wall beside the chambermaid. Keeping eye contact with her, she reached under her skirt again and sharply pulled her undergarments down to her knees.

Elissa's breathing quickened as Arya slid her hand up her thighs and reached her sweet spot between them. Elissa shuddered as her nether lips were parted and her inner core was caressed, bringing a neglected fire to life again. Looking her dead in the eyes, inches away, she said to Gendry:

"She's soaking wet."

Arya kept her hand gently caressing Elissa's pussy as she reached out with her other towards Gendry. Taking his semi-hard cock in hand, she started to stroke him, until he quickly reached his full length and hardness.

Gendry lifted Elissa's dress and pulled her ass further out to meet him, while Arya still stroked him. The Stark girl held him as he drew closer, guiding him between the maid's legs until his tip began to penetrate her warm crevice. He grunted slightly as he pushed inside, his long cock enveloped by her tight, wet tunnel, but the sigh that Elissa let out drowned him out and betrayed her own deep need for satisfaction.

"Yess," she whispered to herself as he moved back and forth, pushing more of himself inside her with each thrust, her pussy squeezing around his cock.

Taking her moans as a signal, Gendry immediately picked up the pace, turning slow rhythmic movements to deeper, faster thrusts inside her. Arya remained leaning against the wall, lightly caressing both of them with her fingertips as she watched them fuck.

"Ohhhhh"

Gendry began to be more forceful, leaving Elissa gasping with every deep thrust into her wet opening. This wasn't delicate, romantic fucking, but it was exactly what she needed after being so on edge. He slipped in and out of her with absolute ease, she was so slick with juices.

Arya leaned in closer, inches away from Elissa's face as she was rhythmically pressed against the wall, biting her lip from the pleasure. With her lips close to her ear, Arya addressed her.

"Slut, do you like him fucking your little cunt?"

Elissa couldn't believe a Lady of the house was speaking in such a way to her, but she answered honestly, without thinking.

"Yes... uhhh... La-mmm-Miss... Arya... oooohh"

Arya couldn't help but smile at the woman, completely bent to her will, while Gendry continued to pound her from behind.

"Tell him then," Arya whispered. "Beg him to fuck your cunt - I want to hear you say it."

"Please fuck me, fuck me," Elissa said quietly, feeling pleasure rise within her.

"Louder," Arya ordered, pinching the maid's nipple sharply through her dress. She gasped at the pain, moaned, then spoke again, raising the volume of her voice each time. "Fuck me," she panted in between gasps for air, as Gendry drove his thick member in and out of her pussy.

"Pleaaase, fuck my cunt. Fuck this slut please. Fuck my cu- - uhhhhh"

Elissa never finished her sentence, instead interrupting her begging with an uncontrollable moan, gritting her teeth as she felt a sensitive feeling within spread through her loins.

"Ohhhh godss!" She shuddered as her orgasm hit, her pussy clamping down on Gendry as he pistoned out of her. His face began to grimace as he tried to hold back.

"I'm getting close," Gendry muttered, addressing Arya rather than the maid he was inside. She turned her head, her mouth hanging open as the assault on her vagina continued. Slumping against the wall, hot and sweaty from the pleasure, she spoke with as much energy as she could muster.

"Please don't... don't cum inside me."

Arya leaned in close again, speaking firmly once more.

"Then you know what to do."

With a sigh of pleasure, Gendry pulled back, slipping his slick member from inside the chambermaid. Arya reached over and ran her fingers along his hard cock, smiling as it twitched in her hand, so close to the edge.

Elissa turned on the spot, flashing a look of weary acceptance Arya's way before dropping to her knees before him. Gendry didn't waste any time, stepping forward and bringing the tip to her lips.

The maid placed her hand at the base of his manhood, steadying herself before bringing him into her mouth, running her lips along his shaft as her tongue twirled around the helmet. Gendry gritted his teeth as he neared the edge, placing both hands on her cheeks to pull her further onto him as he hit his climax.

"Ughhh," he moaned, his muscles flexing as he tensed up. Elissa swallowed the first load as his cum shot to the back of her throat. She struggled not to gag but soon found his hard-on removed pulling back from her mouth anyway. Arya tugged at her hair, pulling her sharply back and then holding her head in place.

She opened her eyes for a split-second to see Arya holding him in her hands, stroking his erection directly in front of her face. She instinctively closed them again, just in time as further jets of cum hit her forehead, cheek, and lips. Even in the warmth of the room, his semen felt warm on her skin.