Summer child~Brandon Stark x Reader

Chapter 23- Caress Part 2

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You may choose whether or not to read this, it doesn't affect the plot too much technically it does considering eventually bran and y/n will have children... It's an optional read

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We, as we wished, did not have a bedding ceremony. Everyone seemed happy and had a great time. Their beloved Bran's wedding dare I say was more enjoyable for the Northerners than was their future Lord's. They absolutely loved them and I saw it more and more each day. Once Hodor left us alone in Bran's room, I felt the nerves set back in. "Well. This is your room as much as mine I suppose now. I hope it's satisfactory for you." "Absolutely!" I said, a bit too eagerly. He chuckled and stared at me expressionlessly. His eyes compelled me. My chest panged but my stomach was in knots. His brown eyes showed the same emotions. I wasn't sure how to go about it, and consummate our marriage. Summer, almost seemingly respectfully, laid in a corner, facing away from us. I sat next to him on his bed and brushed my hands against the warm furs. I pressed my lips together and Bran laid his right hand on my left one. I looked up at him before removing my boots. I gently placed them on the floor. I removed the clip as cat said to, and placed it inside one of the boots. He watched me, with intent stares, that became more eager as I removed my cloak gently. I let my hair drape over my shoulders and I watched his innocent eyes stare me down. He fiddled with his fingers and flared his nose when I lifted his own cloak off with the pin. I slowly straddled him and he stared up at me blushing. He didn't say anything, just watched. He seemed alright with it. His hands slowly raise to roam my back in search for the strings. I was surprised when he began to undress me himself. His fingers gently pulled on the strings until they were undone. He pulled the dress off of my shoulders and i shifted in ways to aid him as he removed the gown, leaving me in my small clothes. His bare hands (our gloves taken off at the reception) brushed my shoulders. I unlaced his tunic slowly and he watched me, his breath becoming more audible. It caught in his chest when I began to remove it completely. He seemed very shy. His body was not incredibly muscular but had just enough to create an appeal pleasing to the eye. He was very thin and his brown hair almost touched his shoulders, which were slightly broadened. His mouth was closed and he still looked up at me. I notice how plump his perfect..soft lips are.. I lean in and kiss them. He slides his hands back to my back. As usual, the sweet kiss became slightly more passionate. I resume my usual antics of lacing my fingers in his hair, enjoying how soft it is. His own hands felt around my back and sides. At one point they lingered downward slightly. we began to pant and for the first time, the kiss became a bit rough. He timidly grabbed ahold of my small clothes. I blushed darkly and continued kissing him, trying not to think too much about it and just focus on him. He removed my small clothes and my hair brushed in front. He stopped kissing me and stared at my body. And I mean stared. His innocent eyes took me in and didn't look away once until I gathered up the courage to rest my hands above his breeches.  I felt slight pressure while we had kissed and began to hurriedly unlace his breeches. He must be just as exposed as I. Id feel a bit more comfortable then. I removed the breeches. I couldn't tell what he was more self conscious of: his crippled legs or his long need. I stared at him for a moment before crawling closer again to kiss him. We kissed to the point where it was desperate. I tugged hardly on his hair so he would groan like the many times I've heard him do it. He leaned down his head and licked over the possible temporary scar from when he had bit me almost an entire moon ago. He bit around but not too hardly. He reminded me so much of a wolf with those teeth of his. He sucked long and hard on my neck so I would moan along until there was a pleasing sight on my neck for him, red and bruising. his face was close to my chest and I felt him brush against me accidentally. We both gasped and stared nervously at each other. I let myself lower, just a bit. I was honestly terrified if it would hurt like the stories id heard. He blushed and looked up at me once more. He grimaced and laid his hands on my waist. His eyes never left mine until we were one. At this point he was panting and I was scarcely breathing. the pain was harsh but quick, and the after pain was a dull but hard pain that slowly left me. He made a noise alike a whimper. "Y/n." He mumbled. "Oh gods.." I pressed my head to his and our noses touched. We both panted. His hands were higher in my waist and my arms were around his neck. He twitched, feeling aroused. His fingertips pressed slightly into my back and I pulled his head even closer to me so our lips would brush. He moaned and i whimpered as we kissed again. I decided to take the control and moved slightly back and forth, grinding against him. His noises were very pleasing to hear and i began to let out my own sounds. When I started going up and down his eyes closed as he moaned. "Bran.." I mumbled moving slowly. His eyes opened quickly and he tried pushing me down a bit harder. I gasped sharply at the quick dart of pleasure in my center. I instinctively tightened and he made a sound that almost sounded like a short yelp. He pulled my hips back up and shoved me down and he moaned loudly. I cried out some and stared at him bewildered. The words came back to me that I was warned of. Don't underestimate him. He seemed to want more and I certainly couldn't complain so I completely submitted myself to him and became a mess of loud and uncontrollable moans that I tried desperately to make softer at no prevail. He moaned just as desperately and moved me very erratically so that it shocked me. The strength he had into shoving me down and up and down and up again made my vision blur. All I could see was the warmth of the light surrounding us from the fire and Bran. Gods when I couldn't help but say his name.. I cried loudly. "Oh! Brandon!!!" "AGN!" He shouted and the speeds were unbearable. I pulled on his hair and bowed my head every now and then. He gasped sharply and the new experience to me caused me to pay close attention. He seemed to almost swell larger. He stopped pulling me and his hands lingered on my hips almost weakly and his hips thrusted up to mine. He Shut his eyes tight and leaned his head back moaning. His hips jerked helplessly and I felt something hot touch me deeply which I realized after a few moments was his cum. His expressions and sounds turned me on. He gasped quietly, almost pathetically for a while and I felt my own body shudder and pulse on him. His moans became as helpless and weak as mine as I was feeling too weak to make any loud noises. When his eyes opened, his chest was heaving and he stared at me blushing. His soft brown hair stuck to his forehead. I lifted my self off of him and took in the sight of our bodies all messy and wet. I laid very closely next to him and laid my leg over his and underneath another. He watched his limp legs move from my intertwining. I laid my head on his chest and breathed heavily. I closed my eyes. His arms wrapped around me and I felt my heart beat speed up again. His hot hands were on the dip in my waist and lower back. He pulled me onto him more and I looked up. He leaned down a bit and I kissed him weakly. I felt how swollen both of our lips were. I stroked his hair and kissed his jaw. The amount of happiness I felt was foreign to me. I snuggled as close as possible. He found the energy to speak. "You have a beauty mark on your hip." I looked up at him. "Seriously Bran?" "I noticed it is all." I blushed. "You're body is beautiful. Almost as beautiful as your spirit." I couldn't take the feeling bubbling in my chest making me want to squeal so I kissed him again. I helped him under the bed coverings and he laid his head on his pillow cloths. I laid with him and he pulled the furs over my shoulders. I let his warmth absorb me. "I want to tell you something but I think you'll think I say so because of what we did...but I felt it earlier honestly I did honest to the gods." "What?" "I want to tell you that I love you. I really do." My Chest and throat tighten. These feelings inside of my chest tell me enough that the feeling was right. What he said was right and connected to me. "I love you too Bran." His face lifts into a smile and he hugs my body to his tighter. "You're very very beautiful you know. I don't know. You're more beautiful than any girl I've ever met." I felt overwhelmingly happy. These compliments..They just came so easy from him. I loved to hear his voice talk. I listened to his heart beat and breaths steady and slow down. I fell asleep to his warmth.

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I woke up every now and then and went back to sleep, too dazed to comprehend anything but a weight on me and Bran and I were tangled and close, warm. Only when I woke up for good did I realize the weight on us was Summer. we both woke at the same time to Hodor barging in. Bran gasped when he awoke and my own eyes flew open instantaneously. "What Hodor?" Bran rubbed his tired brown eyes and his morning voice was tired and slightly huskier than it normally is--His voice laced with adolescent northern accent. I pressed my head to his chest. "Hodor!" "May we come in?" A voice asked from outside. I look up and blush. Bran pulled the furs higher, completely covering our bodies below our heads. The men's voices walked in anyway. I pondered if I should fake sleep. The two wolves who accompanied the boys sniffed the air of the room. "Hey there little brother." Robb chuckled. "What? Why did you guys have to come in here. Can't you just leave me be?" "You were very loud." I heard the amusement on Jon Snow's voice. "What did you do to her?" Robb tries to ask but begins laughing. Their deep laughs were taunting Bran and his face darkened significantly. His eyes were furious and embarrassed, and on his eldest brothers. "Did you have fun?" Robb asked still chuckling slightly. Bran nodded curtly. "Better fun than the two of you had. Father was wrong. Now leave me be or I'll send these wolves on you both." They smirked and snickered a bit but left, fearing he was seriously about to warg into the direwolves. Ghost and Greywind hurried to leave with their masters and Summer laid his head back on Bran's lap. I didn't want to leave the bed. Bran's grasp. But we had to dress. Hodor helped Bran dress in front of me and I admired him. Once he was set and comfortable I rubbed my legs together and took in his attractive face, his eyes on me. Hodor left and I slowly left the warm bed. He watched me get up and scanned me. I have to say, it made me feel pretty good. He liked what he saw. It gave me some self confidence. And he could look, he's my husband. My lord. I turned to face him completely and watched his eyes stare for a bit before he stared at my face for a while longer. He blushed a bit at me noticing. "Perhaps I'll have them fetch clothes for you my lady." I smirked. "Don't even little lord." I sat next to him. Maybe this works because we always have something to talk about. He's my best friend. I leaned on him. Eventually Osha came in, left to fetch me clothes, let me change which interested bran a lot, and she stoked the fire. Handmaidens came in to clean up Bran's bed. I sat next to him by the fire place and held his hand as we waited, both a tad embarrassed by the mess. Once they left i was alone with him. I lifted him up from under his arms. He looked up at me blushing and I dragged him to the bed and lifted him on and he used his bar to adjust. I curled up with him. We stayed like that for a long time, accepting some visitors and food. Blizzard ended up joining us much to my happiness and pleasure. We stayed close all day. We both had our cloaks on though because the air felt oddly colder. Everything on me smelled of Bran and I loved it, wishing to inhale his scent. I held his hand and we stayed even closer to keep contently warm. Outside, the busy Winterfell was becoming even busier. It was quiet up here, whilst in the yard it was much much louder due to the oncoming winter. The largest snowstorm we've had since last winter was starting and the townsfolk and loyal members to Winterfell attempted to make their preparations. I held my cripple as he held me, oblivious to the long night to come. Northerners everywhere would soon flood the Winterstown.