/lit/ - Literature

Bran looked at it; it was really pretty. He sent a hand to touch it, to feel the smooth skin below her waist, to feel its warmth. It was small and pink, and it looked almost like a flower, almost, but it was certainly pretty.

“It’s pretty.” He said.

Arya blushed, embarrassed, “Shut up, stupid.”

Arya gave a gasp as Bran ran his finger down her lower lips. She gasped again even harder when Bran stuck a finger in. How tight it was and how hard it was to wiggle his finger in surprised Bran. After he pulled it out, he noticed a clear watery slime coating his finger. He looked at it, curious of the juice’s origins. First he guessed the water, but then he realized that it came from Arya’s pussy. He smiled dirtily when he realized that.

Curious, he sucked his finger clean and it tasted strange: a little sour like lemon, a little salty like fish, but it tasted mostly like water. What she just viewed astonished her; she wondered what it was that Bran just sucked. When Bran looked up, he saw Arya’s surprise and thought she wanted to try some too. Arya sucked in her breath, wincing with pain as Bran stuck in two fingers this time, worming around, exploring the folds of her cunt. It felt like they were there forever before Bran pulled his hand out.