A Song of Submission

"I'm not talking violence or politics. I'm saying we get in her head, give her a reason to respect us. We need to do it now, because after we deal with the Night King, she's going to want to rule over what's left and it'll be too late."

"Why are you so obsessed with this anyway?"

"I saw the same thing you did tonight. I'd be mad if it wasn't so hot."

Sansa almost spit out her drink, making Arya laugh. "You saw all of that? How?"

"Like I said, I have my ways," Arya said, finishing her wine and walking towards her. "She weaponised her sexuality against you, she scared you, got in your head. She dominated Missandei and let you know that you're up next. Let's do it to her before she does it to us."

"This is petty, Arya, and crude," Sansa said, sipping on the last of her wine. "I'm not sure if-"

Sansa was cut off as Arya bent down and leaned in close, grasping her sister's face in between her hands, tenderly, like a lover.

"Do you want to be bent over, begging Daenerys to let you finish? Do you want to be between her legs whenever she rings the bell?"

"No..." Sansa said quietly, taken aback at the closeness between the two of them. She felt Arya's words seep into her, seeming truer by the minute. Then she thought back to Missandei's words, about there being two types of people in this world.

"So let's show the dragon what Northwomen can do."

Before Sansa could finish her thought or respond anymore than a slight nod of the head in affirmation, Arya darted forward and brought her lips to hers.

Sansa initially moved back, but Arya placed her hand gently on the back of her head, kissing her deeply, then delicately caressing her sister's lips with her own.

Her struggles started to subside as the kiss overtook her. She hadn't been kissed like this in such a long time, that she began to forget who she was with for a moment. The redhead felt her heart rise in her chest and the feelings of the night surge to the surface, so she leaned in and kissed back with all her might.

Arya edged in closer, nudging Sansa's knees apart and stepping between them. Sansa leaned her head back to meet the kiss as she sat at the end of the bed. Arya towered over her, despite normally being much shorter than her older sister, and then briefly broke the kiss for a gasp of air.

"Arya... we're sisters... we can't-"

"Shut up," she interrupted, kissing her sister once more. Once Sansa responded to the kiss, she backed away again, as if proving her point.

"Let's not do this dance of 'right and wrong' when we can get to the heart of the matter," Arya said, tracing her thumb over Sansa's bottom lip for a moment

With a swift sleight of hand a flustered Sansa couldn't keep track of, Arya pushed her hand down, weaving it between the fabric of her clothes and down below her abdomen.

Sansa gasped as she felt fingers trace lightly through her pubic hair, her hands frozen on the edge of the bed. As what was happening truly hit her, she grasped Arya by her wrist, but it was too late. Her sister's hand had dropped further, her palm cupping her bare crotch. She felt as if she couldn't move, as if she were literally in the palm of Arya's hand.

She continued to grip tightly on Arya's wrist, looking her dead in the eyes with a mix of disbelief, anger, and embarrassment. However, the soft fingers against her sensitive nether lips felt welcome even in the midst of the mortification, however cold they felt against her warm crevice.

She had avoided it all night, but what she had seen had awoken something in her that had been lingering for months. She needed release, and her frustration was at an all-time high.

"Just as I thought," Arya said, smiling down on Sansa. "Your wet pussy is far more honest than your words, isn't it?"

Sansa gasped again as the fingers began to move, tracing between her folds until they found her clitoris. As Arya began to silently rub her clit, Sansa felt the pleasure immediately, clenching her eyes shut and gripping Arya's wrist with one hand while the other tugged at the sheets.

Smiling at the response, Arya began to pick up the pace, using two fingertips to circle the rapidly-engorging bud of sensitivity. Sansa's moans struggled to break free of her lips, clamped shut to keep herself quiet.

"Ohhh," she opened her mouth, letting a moan break free, as Arya began to use three fingers together, rapidly rubbing side to side beneath Sansa's dress. She could tell her sister was close and so kept up the pace.

"Oh gods oh gods oh gods," Sansa whispered as she felt the pleasure rising. It felt as if it had only been a moment ago that she had first been kissed, and now she was sent hurtling over the precipice of her orgasm.

As Sansa clenched the bedsheets in her fist, the pleasure flowing over her body, Arya pulled her hair back lightly so she face upwards and kissed her again. She continued to finger her through her orgasm, extending the pleasure and leaving her moaning against her lips.

The kiss eventually broke, the fingers slipped away, yet the pleasure remained tingling down to her toes and fingertips. Arya stepped back as quickly as she had approached, standing with her hands behind her back as if nothing had happened.

"You clearly need some release in your life, big sister," Arya said with a smile. "You need to take charge, give commands."

Sansa smiled back, but struggled to stand to her feet.

She picked up her goblet from the floor and filled it up again, amazed that she had come so quickly, fully clothed. She looked back at Arya, a new look in her eyes. They had stepped over a boundary, and so she had no qualms about looking her up and down with lust.

"I'll take my leave now, Lady Stark," Arya said as she turned to the door. "We can talk about this more tomorrow."

"No," Sansa stated plainly, before finishing the rest of her wine and slamming it down on the table. "You're not going anywhere."

Sansa grabbed Arya by the arm and tugged her roughly back. She could feel Arya begin to resist, then let go and come towards her. Sansa turned her around and pushed her backwards as hard as she could, sending her stumbling backwards onto the bed.

"Be quiet," Sansa said in response to Arya's perplexed expression. Then, as she saw her big sister begin to untie her britches, her confusion turned to amusement. She knew all her sister needed was a push, and she would begin to dominate.

"Sansa, what are you doing?" she asked with a grin.

"I am the Lady of Winterfell. I do as I please within these walls."

She tugged at Arya's clothes, pulling the trousers down to her knees sharply, then roughly pulling them to her feet. Arya kicked them off, swiping her fringe back off her face as Sansa looked down on her half-naked body.

Sansa climbed onto the bed, and Arya shimmied back across the sheets. Unlike Missandei, Arya's pubic hair was unkempt, but still small. Sansa traced her hands through the hair, then down to her labia, startled by how soft her skin was.

With one glance to her sister, in which her eyes seemed to ask 'what now?', Sansa leaned in closer, placing her hands on Arya's thighs. She brought her tongue directly to her clit, delicately teasing it with the tip until it grew against her and she could hear Arya's breathing change.

She lapped at her clit, up and down, occasionally using the flat of her tongue to press down on her vulva - a move that made Arya squirm beneath her. Within minutes, her little sister was holding her head, desperate to pull her in closer and end the teasing.

Finally, Sansa relented and took her clit between her lips, sucking lightly and twirling her tongue around it. Arya's arms tensed up as she reached the end of her tether, feeling the pleasure brim to the surface.

"AHHHH," she moaned, not restraining her voice as she came. She inadvertently thrust her hips forward with the orgasm, cumming hard as Sansa continued to suck. Sansa eventually brought her lips away and kissed Arya lightly on her inner thigh, then wiped her mouth of the juices with the back of her hand.

As Sansa rested her head on Arya's thigh, her sister lay still, unable to move for the moment as she recovered from her orgasm, twitching slightly with the remnants of pleasure.

"Where... did you... learn that?"

"You know the rumours about Margaery Tyrell?" Sansa asked, sitting up and looking down on her sister. Arya raised her eyebrows to answer.

"Well, they were true."

Arya laughed, and it was so infectious Sansa couldn't help but laugh too. With every moment their giggles became more intense, until they were both gasping for air, wiping tears from their eyes.

Sansa backed away and stood up, looking down on Arya, who was still in the same position on the bed, half-naked. Suddenly coming out of the moment, Arya pulled her knees up and sat upright.

"I best be off then."

"Nonsense," Sansa retorted.

Arya watched as her sister undid the back of her dress until it was loose, separated the different layers and dropped the undergarments to the floor, pulling the top of the elegant dress over her head.

"You're staying here with me tonight," she said, baring her body to her sister for the first time in years. Arya couldn't help but stare at her breasts and smile in amazement at how beautiful she had become.

"Take your clothes off and get in bed. I'm cold and I need your warmth."

Arya did as she was told, removing her jacket and shirt and throwing them to the floor. She climbed in bed alongside her sister, who immediately wrapped her arms around her, locking their bodies together in the warm embrace.

She could feel the allure of sleep wash over her as she lay in bed, slightly drunk from the wine and her body at peace from the orgasm. Still, she used the last moments of thought of the evening to plan their future.

Today Sansa took her first steps, but tomorrow was the day they brought showed the dragon queen who really ruled Winterfell.