Chapter 1 - The Stag and the Wolf


Six and a half foot tall and chistled with muscle and scars, Gendry had come a long way from the smithy at Flea Bottom. He slung a pack filled with weapons over his shoulders, his sleeveless tunic showing off his broad muscles and powerful arms. He'd kept his facial hair short, but his moustache was growing thicker by the year. Hanging from his back was the antlered helm of Robert Baratheon that Gendry had gotten during the War for the Dawn and kept as a gift from Lord Davos Seaworth.

Who'd been a better father to him than his own drunken, irresponsible, fat-ass waste of a king.

Gendry's figure stood out in contrast to the petite woman riding a huge grey-coated direwolf. Beautiful with long black hair tied into a ponytail upon her back, one might think that she was a Dothraki warrior's daughter as she had never cut it. But this slender beauty was far deadlier though her slender figure, nubile hips, amble butt and perky breasts would distract from this truth.

For the past few years, the girl had been known by many names and many faces. But for Gendry, she would always be Arya Stark, daughter of Eddard Stark.

They had met again during the War and protected each other from many dangers. However, instead of returning home to Winterfell, Arya had opted to wonder through Westeros with Gendry accompanying her. 

They currently traveled through the lands of the Crossing, formerly ruled by House Frey. Now, these lands had been taken by the North via conquest as revenge and justice for the Red Wedding where Arya's brother Robb, his pregnant wife and his mother Catelyn Tully were murdered with many other Riverland and Northern lords and men. Despite her brother's best efforts to temper the fires of vengeance, all of Walder Frey's kin were murdered though Walder himself had already been slain by the time the Twins were caked in Frey blood. Only Roslin Frey and her child by Edmure Tully, Bryndan, were spared though she was said to harbor deep hatred for the North for her family's slaughter.

Even if she knew that they deserved it.

Now Gendry and Arya were now in the southern bounds of her brother's Northern Kingdom. But Gendry doubted that Arya wanted to go home. Gendry had asked her several times why she didn't go back to her brother, Jon. Especially with how Arya always said that Jon was her favorite and most understanding brother. How Jon was her family. Gendry could never understand it himself. Or perhaps his own yearnings for a family made him struggle with why Arya would not want to be with her's.

He was going to broker that subject when they stopped at noon to rest by the stream. That was when another elephant in the room was addressed.

“What are you waiting for?” Arya casually asked, confusing the blacksmith when he rummaged through his things for flint and cloth. “You've been following me all this time...what are you waiting for?”

“What are ya talking about, Arya?” Gendry asked, his eyes widening when he saw Arya start to strip out of her travel gown. He felt his dick press on his trousers, unable to look away from Arya's pure pale skin when she stripped out of her clothes as if she were not in the middle of a public road in the forest of the Crossing. “You want to bathe then the streams over there.”

“I know that.” Arya stated, turning and looking right at Gendry. She deliberately stood there, letting Gendry drink in the sight of her modest breasts, her small shoulders and the fit tuck of her slim belly. “Want to bathe with me?”

“What the actual fuck is going on here.” Gendry couldn't believe that he was stripping now. Leaving his clothes on his pack as he followed Arya to the stream. The cold water welcomed him as even the touch of the Trident could not abate his aroused manhood.

Arya kept looking over at him, seductively wiping herself to torment him. She was about ready to wade over and shout at him when she saw him stop distancing himself and come towards her. She'd been steeled about her decision for a month, but now she was intimidated when she saw what she was dealing with.

“Woman...if there's something you've got to say, then say it.” Instead of talking, Arya grabbed Gendry's 14 inch length and started stroking him. He grumbled, trying to project annoyance rather than shock and pure and debased lust for feeling Arya's hand on his cock.

“Gendry...I want you...” She held the skin of his penis over its pink head, stretching and playing with it as Gendry stood there and let her do it. “Jon...he won't let us be together and-” Gendry grabbed Arya's hand, gently pulling it from his shaft and wrapping his fingers around it easily.

“We've talked about this.” As much as Gendry wanted Arya to keep stroking him, to put his cock into her mouth and suck until he filled her belly with his cum, he wanted her to be happy. And he knew that would never happen if she stayed with him. He was a bastard. A knighted bastard, but a bastard regardless. “That's not how the world works-”

“The hell with how the world works.” Arya said softly and then looked into Gendry's eyes with purpose. “Jon's King in the North and he's a bastard. With everything that's happened...dragons, walkers...don't tell me that this is not how the world works. Don't tell me that you don't love me.”

“I love you Arya Stark.” Gendry said as he knelt down, picking up Arya in his big strong arms and holding her to him. “But I don't belong where you belong.”

“Where do I belong?”

“In Winterfell...in the North, with your brother and your family.” Gendry said, still looking into Arya's eyes. “I love you. But you're lonely out here, I can see it. You don't got to wander now that everything's safe. Everyone whose wronged you is dead...the North is safe...you can go home now.”

“I'd be a lady.” Arya said, looking down at herself, conscious of her body. “That's all I'd be, someone to have babies for some old noble. Jon would at least find someone decent...but...”

“He'd do better than decent.” Gendry try to assure. “He'd match you with someone worthy of you. Not just someone rich...someone brave, strong, loving, caring and smart-”

“But you're already all of those things. I want you.” Arya countered, but not as a child...as a woman determined to stay the course she'd chosen. “Or no one.” She pressed her point by brushing her foot against Gendry's meat, causing him to lose balance in shock and send both of them into the water.

They emerged from the river kissing and fondling each other. Gendry held Arya in his arms, she gave the show of struggle, but enjoyed how his tongue explored her body. She giggled and then moaned when Gendry tickled her nipples with his tongue. He swallowed on them, his tongue mashing upon her areola as Arya stroked him with her feet.

He pinned her onto the moist ground, forcing the girl to lick and suckle on his cock. He was too big to fully take into her mouth, but Arya settled for handling his scrotum. Like most of Gendry's features, the blacksmith's testicles were big with heavy stones that were bigger than Arya's hands. With one hand on the veined cock, Arya used the other to cradle and massage Gendry's nuts. He felt Gendry's cock pulse when she licked his prostate and suckle on his sack.

But when Gendry's tongue found her slit, she was the one trying to keep control. Even as a Faceless Deserter, she had not allowed anyone to touch her in that place. Much like her Stark Identity, some part of her held out hope that if or when she give her maidenhood, it would be given to a strong and worthy man who'd love her and accept her for who she was.

Another hope validated by the man she was sucking off.

Having put in his tongue as deep as he could reach, Gendry saw that Arya was as wet and willing as she could be. But now he was worried. Arya's full vaginal lips hid a small opening that even a finger found hard to press into. The opening loosened open after being aroused, but he was afraid of hurting Arya with what he'd been dreaming of doing since that night in the Hollow Hill.

“I can be your family...” Arya's words were innocent, but were said as she loved him. Ever since that night, he dreamed of having Arya as “his family”. Doing naughty things with her, getting her fat with babies in her belly, laughing when she gets mad for something stupid, living together in a house by a river and growing old together while their kids lived on.

“What are you waiting for?” Arya impatiently asked him, her suckling and touching were driving the blacksmith up a wall. The pleasure nearly caused him to spray his seed all over her pretty face. But he held back, if he and Arya were going to do this, it was going to be done right.

He lifted himself up to grab Arya's hip and turn her so that her face looked into his. She was surprised by Gendry's aggressive motion, but offered no resistance. Her pale face flushed red with heat, her hands on her side as Gendry guided his cock towards her flower.  They kissed again, Gendry caressed her long hair with his free hand and eased the tip of his spear into her slit.

“Stick them with the pointy end.” Arya didn't know why she was thinking of Jon, but it caused Gendry to slid to her hymen more easily. She grimaced as Gendry pressed against the last barrier between her womb and Gendry's shaft. She felt Gendry breath and brace his hand onto her's, pushing into Arya with one shift thrust and sending a bolt of pain through her body.

Arya gasped, her eyes widening as the weight of Gendry's shaft pressed into her. Her sobs escaped through grit teeth, trying desperately not to cry out. Not to scream or shout when Gendry's girth entered her narrow slit. His big hand cupped her breast as he thrust further into her, grunting from penetrating the small figure beneath him.

Her breathing increased as she felt the blacksmith's cock pull out halfway and thrust back in, penetrating deeper into her cunt. This time, an anguished gasp escaped her lips and she half cried when she exhaled. The feeling of being filled only got worst, Gendry's cock was growing bigger inside of her.
With each slow thrust, she could feel him going deeper and getting bigger. It was too much, her cries could not be held back now. 

“Fas...faster...” Despite the pain, she loved it. Her cries became moans when Gendry's thrusts became faster. She felt a trinkle of blood pool down over her anus, kissing between her ass-cheeks as Gendry pounded into her. One hand was wrapped around her waist, the other still fondling her breast and his eyes were closed as if taking in feeling of her wet insides wrapping around his shaft. 

“As...me...lady...” Gendry couldn't finish, his own grunts were fast becoming howls of primitive conquest. Like a wolf claiming his bitch and wanting all in the forest to know his claim or else. The girl's legs were wrapped around his back, steadying him as he continued to slam into his she-wolf, the slapping of his balls against her bottom becoming faster and harder.

Arya couldn't possibly know what caused her to climax, but she didn't care. She grabbed Gendry's head and pulled him down to her. Her lips found his and she screamed into his strong mouth as she orgasmed. Gendry kissed the nap of her neck and looked into her eyes when he started quickening his already fast thrusts. She knew what Gendry was trying to say based on the throbbing of his hard cock.

Her eyes spoke for her.

Gendry could not take it.

It was bad enough that he'd taken all of his willpower not to empty himself when he first entered his beloved she-wolf. He'd strained himself from not spending himself too soon despite her incredibly tight sheath. The feel of her skin against his, the taste of her lips and her tongue, the touch of the gentle mounds on her chest and her arms and legs wrapped around his back and waist was driving him mad.

Now she was looking at him with those fierce grey eyes.

She wanted his child. She wanted his seed. She wanted him.

He slammed into her once more time and cried out. He held her waist against him, not wanting her to escape as he sent torrent after torrent of his hot seed into her cunt. So much that one might think that Gendry had been divinely gifted by the Old Gods of the North in thanks for his services.

You must understand that Gendry had never gotten off or truly masterbated. Sure, he'd touched himself and brought himself to full mast many times. But he'd never ejaculated as one normally does when touching themselves. In the past years since he'd seen Arya, he always pulled back from that point of full release. It could be that Gendry never had the time to build-up to one with having to run for his life for the past five years. Perhaps he could never find a woman worth spending himself on. And then there's the guilt that set in when he thought about a grown-up Arya...a fantasy that got him going along only to deflate when he realized that Arya was gone and even if she was...he was a bastard and even the unacknowledged bastard of a king was not a suitable match for the daughter of Eddard Stark.

But now, years worth of cum was flooding into Arya and causing her stomach to lightly inflate. A growing pool poured out from under Gendry's scrotum, flowing down her spread pelvis onto the ground where it gathered on the mud beneath the lovers.

“Intense...” Arya exhaled, holding Gendry as he breathed heavily, recovering from his orgasm even as his seed continued to pump into her. His cock throbbed within her, stirring and shifting through the vice grip that was laid upon it by the wet insides that trapped it. “Are we...is there...an army in me?” It was a stupid thing to ask, but Arya didn't care...she wanted more of whatever was inside of her. Whatever Gendry had put in her.

“Give me a minute and I'll give you a bigger one.” Gendry grabbed Arya as he pulled himself upright, making the woman gasp as she looked up at her lover. “How about it me lady? You want an army for a family?” He was growing hard inside of her, the head of his cock pressing onto the opening to her womb, more than recovered for another round or maybe more. He'd dreamed of this moment for years and was going to let Arya milk him for everything he had.

Arya didn't speak, she just looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back, quickly grabbing her hips and surprising her by lifting her up and down his massive shaft. Her screams filled the night and turned into howls of lust, yelps of joy from being fucked by her stag.

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Nearby, Nymeria had long since put the bond between her and Arya onto a whisper. The Dire Wolf sensed that her master was going to mate and so did not wish to interfere through their connection. Instead, she'd spent the past few hours patrolling around to ensure that no danger interfered with her Master and her Mate.

Still, the wolf heard the sounds that they made and the smell of copious seeding. Nymeria could sense that her master would be pregnant with young of her own after this and she would not be carrying just one.

The Direwolf would turn out correct.

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Months later, King Jon of the North would reunite with his heavily pregnant sister and only the intervention of Ghost, Summer and newly returned Bran Stark would stop Gendry from being gelded by Longclaw. That night, Alys and Val “influenced” Jon to more quickly tolerate having Gendry stay in Winterfell and continue to breed his beloved sister. It took time, but Jon eventually accepted their union and gave the lovers his blessing to marry.

Though the lustful screams of his beloved little sister made him share a drink or two with Tormund because that was a sound that he would never be okay with. 

He'd also offered Gendry legitimization, but the blacksmith refused the name of Baratheon or any claim to the still vacant Storm's End in Shipbreaker Bay to the South. However, he was granted the Twins and the lands of the Crossing as his domain and took on the name of Stormsteel. The fortress of the Twins was renamed Greywind in honor of King Robb's direwolf and to honor Robb and all others who had perished in the Red Wedding. 

Arya gave birth to four children two months afterwards, 3 sons and 1 daughter. The girl was named Beth and the boys were named Jon, Lompie, and Davos. (and honestly, can we blame him?) The surviving Stark children frequently reunited at Greywind before leaving for Winterfell and staying in their true home for a time. But all would depart back to their places, though the parting grew less and less painful for Arya for though she would always have family in Winterfell, she loved her growing family in the Crossing no less.

In the years to follow after the Long Night, the couple would continue to have children well into their early forties until Arya's womb was exhausted. More than 20 children had been born between them which made some joke that Gendry was the new Walder Frey due to his fertility even at older age.

But after the man who started that joke was found dead with a rusted knife stuck in his throat...no one ever uttered it again.

Of all of their children, Davos was most like to his grandfathers, Eddard and Robert. With the blessing of his father, a newly knighted Davos would eventually travel to the Stormlands and challenge all of the lords their to a all on one melee. When he defeated every single one of them thanks to his mother's training, Davos was proclaimed King of the Stormlands and took up the name of House Baratheon. He would marry Old Lord Davos Seaworth's youngest daughter and have many children who would carry on the strong seed of House Baratheon for many generations afterwards. In time, the banner of House Stormsteel was seen in service to the Lords of Winterfell and Storms End as they cried forth, "As Me Lady Commands!"

Though Arya never forgave Gendry for that last joke, she did not regret any moment that she was with him...Every moment was a gift that she loved...

Especially the moments when her stag mounted her and made her howl like a wolf...

THE END
