Game of Gendrya

Seducing Gendry (Smut)

Quick A/N. This part contains a bit of mild smut, if you aren't comfortable w/ it, skip over this part.
-sadie

The journey to the castle took a long time. Arya's fourteenth name day came while on a ship, to whom she told nobody about. Gendry and Arya were free to roam around the boat, only the water scared Gendry a bit, making him nauseous and wanting to throw up. Arya would laugh as he tumbled around the ship. "You grew up right by the water," she began, Gendry holding onto the side of the boat. "How're you not used to it?" He'd just shake his head and roll his eyes as Arya laughed.

  When they reached Dragonstone, they looked up at the sky high tower before them. "Stannis," the woman began, Arya and Gendry behind her. "I bring you a boy and a girl." Stannis turned slowly, facing them with a pair of narrow eyes. He was scrawny and gray, just about the opposite of Robert Baratheon. "Why?" He stated his words without it being a question. "This is Arya Stark of Winterfell," she said, pushing Arya gently closer to the man. "And this, is Robert Baratheon's bastard son." She smirked a devious smirk. "And..?" He questioned, putting a hand to his forehead. "He has the blood of a king." The woman frowned. Stannis looked up slowly, for he was surprised by the comment. "Right then. See that our guests are properly taken care of." He said without much emotion. "As you wish." The woman took Gendry's hand and led him to a chamber, while Arya followed behind. Gendry was smiling as the chamber doors opened. The room smelled of wine, and a soft, canopy, feather bed to accompany it. The fire pit was large and grand, the best Gendry had ever laid his Flea Bottom eyes on. Arya began to enter with him, but the woman stopped her before any further. "I'm sure your suite will make you quite happy as well," she said patting Arya's head timidly. Arya glared up at her. "Now if you do excuse me, I have serious business to tend to.. I'll have a hand show you out to your.. Chamber." A man took Arya's shoulder. Gendry looked over his shoulder, but was far too fascinated with what lay in front of him. "Serious business? What kind of business?" She boomed. "Hey!" She fought the guard as he pushed her along. As the woman entered, Gendry spoke timidly. "I don't mind Arya staying in here with me," he said meekly. "The bed is magnificently large.. it wouldn't be a problem." He blushed as he said so. "Trust me, you don't want a child riding up you ass all night.. You're a grown man." She winked as she handed him a cup of fine, warm, summer wine. He smiled a shy smile as he took a sip. "That's quite good, isn't it?" He smiled larger. "Blood of a king.." Melisandre smirked. She caressed his face. Gendrys cheeks flushed red, his dick getting harder. Melisandre raised her eyebrows. "Looks like the kings blood is rushing everywhere." She said with a fake innocent tone and a wink. "I'm sorry m'lady. I-I" he began stuttering. "I know.." she said quietly. "What kind of keep would I be if I didn't help you out with your little problem?" She said slyly. "Wh-what?" He was awestruck. A thirty.. No Forty year old woman, wanting to fuck him. Perhaps he was dreaming..
He thought so up until her soft, large, lips softly kissed his collarbone. He held onto her wrists as she made her way down farther. She rose just before Gendry's hot spot and removed her cover. She had a slender body, one fit for a king to love. Her breasts were the size of small watermelons, her nipples pink and small. She was partially shaven between her thighs. In a particular word, she was perfect. Gendry stepped back, never taking his eyes off of hers. "Ever fucked a woman?" She asked him bluntly. Gendry wasn't sure whether or not he should tell the truth. For sure she would not want to bed a liar, but she may not want to bed a virgin, either. He shook his head sorrowfully, deciding to tell the truth. "Good." She said as he looked up, backing into the bed. She undressed him quickly as he lay there on the plush, eager to see what was going to happen next. She traced her long fingers along his chest. She kissed along his chest line. Slowly she climbed on top of him. As she mounted him, every bone in his body tensed. She seemed to be doing all of the work, yet it also was like she wanted to. Like.. taking control. Something felt off about the way she felt around his hard dick.. Like it wasn't right. Yet he grasped at her breasts as she soothed his erection. When he was close to finishing, she leaned closer to him, her breasts trailing along his chest as she planted a sloppily laid out kiss on his lips. She slipped off of him. Suddenly his wrists were above his head, tied to the bed post. "What're you doing?" He asked quickly. His body seemed to tense more. "Trust me.." she said quietly, tying his ankles just as tight. A small box was slipped from the table drawer beside her. Gendry became even more nervous, as she enticed him with a glance. Opening the box, she held three large leaches. His eyes widened at the sight of the small blood suckers. "What're those? Why?" He demanded to know. "Id like some kings blood, too." She said, her innocent tone back from when she was seducing him. "Please.." he said with a grunt as a leech took its place on his chest, fixing its mouth around a warm spot. "They won't take much." She said calmly. "Why're you doing this?!" He jerked as another blood leech suckled by his thigh. "A kings blood brings good luck," she began, putting another ontop of him, allowing it to find a spot of its own. "And you have it." She smiled down at him. Now he could see the deviousness in her smile, he saw what Arya could see. "You used me." He said with disgust.
"Welcome to Dragonstone." She shrugged with another sickly smile.