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Chapter Twenty-five

Deeper into her, and not just physically. He'd had thoughts about having been waiting for her all his life, now it seemed emblazoned on his soul as he leaned over her, weight on his forearms at either side of her head, staring into her eyes. Her hands were on his face, trembling a little, so gentle while her body embraced and contracted around him below.

They were as deep a blue as ever now, those eyes, and she'd caught him as well as he'd caught her. He couldn't stop moving, their bodies in synchronised perfection. He let some part of his weight rest upon her, and she was still strong enough to keep it up. It made his heart beat faster, and he had to start thinking of something else besides the way she felt around his dick, or else she would end him, much too soon.

Well, it was perfection like that for a minute, maybe two, before she broke the rhythm, moving too fast until they were out of alignment and she was drawing back at the same time as he was, too far, and he was slipping out, going back in at the wrong angle for them both. Brienne gasped, her eyes squeezing closed. Hurriedly, he moved his right hand back down, swearing. He remembered then that she was new to this, not experienced at all, and she was too eager, too fast as she tried to move her body to help.

“Bloodyhell! Stay still,” he said, and she did, letting him direct until they were there again. Clegane groaned in appreciation. Home again.

“I'm sorry,” she murmured beneath him, understanding she'd caused it, and he shook his head as he stared down at her, smiling slightly.

“You know, if you want it faster, just say so. This isn't a fight between us, Brienne. We fuck, together.”

She pulled a face. “You want me to beg?” she demanded suddenly, and her body tightened around him pleasurably. He laughed a little.

“No. Well, maybe not yet,” he said, smirking. “I do want you to communicate. When you get to be on top, you'd better believe I'm going to tell you what I want.”

Now she blushed, and he knew why, because she was imagining it, and she was already imagining making him beg. He could see in her, clear as day. “Now that's a naughty thought, right there,” he told her, slowing right down and rotating his hips so that she moaned helplessly. “Isn't it?”

“Sandor...”

He relented, letting them get back to the easy rhythm of before, noting how she began to move again. She couldn't help it, he realised then, because this was as physical as any other activity, and it suited her right down to the ground. With a little experience behind her, she'd be incredible.

“Say what you want, so I can match you for speed, and we stay together,” he said, and her expression cleared all at once, hearing him say it like that. She bit her lip, then smiled.

“Faster,” she said, and this time he was expecting it, so she didn't get ahead of him. She pulled her breath in and out more quickly, her hands gripping his biceps. “Ahh...” She moaned, open-mouthed, still staring up at him. Her face was flushed now, and she was getting warmer. It wasn't the exertion that had gotten her going.

“You want it harder?” he asked. “Deeper?”

She shook her head, as if to shake the words away. “Just keep it up, like this,” she managed, interspersing her words with little breathless sighs. Something about the speed must suit her better, because a short while later, he could see it in her eyes as well as feel it, when it came upon her.

“Oh, Gods,” she said, and it was as if she'd let him into her very soul. She'd stopped moving, but he was still going after it, going after her, and her pussy was suddenly rushing hot around him, pulling him deep. The way she was looking at him, he thought he might be drowning in her, and he leaned down to kiss her before she could say his name because if he heard that it would finish him off too.

He stilled inside her until it was all done, until her body had finished fluttering and pulsing so keenly, and then he broke the kiss. She had her arms around him, hands sliding over his shoulders as if to calm him. Perhaps she thought it was all over. Clegane moved again, and she drew in a startled breath.

“Oh!” she cried out. He managed to grin.

“We're not done,” he said, and she moaned, finally giving in, letting her head turn away, only to see Tormund. Immediately he felt her give him a little kind of pulse of awareness, and he smirked.

“If you're thinking he's next, well then you'd probably be right,” Clegane said, and again he felt her tighten around him. She couldn't keep any secrets from him like this.

“Don't,” she said, shivering, yet he knew how the idea excited her, could feel it, and despite it all she began to move again just like before, urging him on to fuck her more. Again. And he had no sympathy at all.

When she came for the second time, he couldn't resist going there with her. She felt so good, it was almost impossible not to, and he emptied himself into her with a growl of possessive fervour he couldn't help. His. Every morning, every night. From now until the end of his life, however long there was left. He didn't pull out, but stayed within her, rolling them over again so they were back at the beginning with her on top. Only difference now is that she was draped over his chest, all tame and loving, her lips pressing against him here and there in pleased and lazy satisfaction. Huh. Looked like the bad mood was finally over.

He didn't miss Tormund, moving to the foot of the bed, and he shifted his own legs apart to make room for the wildling to come up behind her, sharing a look with him that Brienne completely missed.

Of course he slipped out of her, she was wet with them both, and he was soft now. She moaned in regret, only to cry out a second later because Tormund had knelt behind her on the bed, pulling her hips back and up.

“Tormund,” she said, gulping, then she cried out again, probably because he was in her already.

“What do you call me, woman?” the wildling asked, thumbs rubbing slow circles on her hips. Brienne seemed shocked into submission for a second, and Clegane thought it suited her a whole lot.

“Husband,” she groaned, relaxing her upper body down onto his chest. Clegane shook his head. And since he knew she'd have plenty of opportunities to be evil to him, he decided it didn't hurt to start with her now.

“Oh, no, you don't,” he said, pushing at her shoulders, making her take her own weight on her hands at either side of his body. “Let me have my favourite things while he has a go with you.”

Brienne's eyes were clouded with pleasure. “Favourite things?” she echoed, then dropped her head as he gathered the gentle weight of her breasts in his palms, tender as could be.

“Look at me, Brienne,” he said, and she did, all kind of shocked still, even though as far as he knew, Tormund hadn't even started to move yet. From the corner of his eye, it seemed the wildling was rubbing oil into his palms, up to who knew what.

Actually, Tormund had been rather quiet all along, and it occurred to Clegane that it must have been because he was planning something.

“Give me some little movements, now, beauty,” Tormund said to her. “Forward and back.”

She closed her eyes and shuddered, but she did it, breathing shakily and allowing Tormund to guide her, one large hand on the small of her back. “That's it,” Tormund said, biting his lower lip, eyes focused down as he watched her fuck herself on him. “Not too far. Good...”

As she continued, the wildling began to use his hands to smooth oil over her skin. Not on her back, but over her thighs and buttocks. Over her hips, and her pelvis, massaging her everywhere with those hands, and suddenly it made sense why he had her doing the work. It wasn't just some perverted wish to see her do it, though it must be a damned sensational view. It was to keep her busy while he got her ready for what came next.

Clegane continued to massage her chest with his hands from below. He had to admire the daring of it, but even as she was, he wondered if Tormund would manage it or not. It kind of depended on how far he was planning to go.

Brienne didn't seem to realise, and bore Tormund's touch as if it was just some peculiarity she hadn't experienced yet. But then, all of this was new to her. How would she know?

Instead of going for it, Tormund reached beneath her, rubbing that oil into her where they were joined, and further, over her clitoris, meaning that she suddenly collapsed down onto him in complete surrender.

“I'm sorry, Sandor,” she said. “But I c-can't! Ohh...” She sobbed in pleasure and he held her in his arms, stroking a hand through her hair, her breaths heated against his chest.

“It's all right, Brienne,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. In truth, he was glad, because he was too busy watching what Tormund did next to distract himself by playing with her. Soothing her, reassuring her – that he could do.

Her upper body was at rest upon him, but she was still on her knees, her arse stuck up in front of Tormund for his pleasure. The downwards curve of her body was so damned erotic if he had anything left he'd be hard again, but she'd already taken everything from him. She'd stopped moving, but the wildling took over for her now, beginning with long slow strokes that progressed steadily until Brienne made a guttural sound against his chest.

“Oh, that's so deep,” she groaned, her voice dropping a couple of registers. And she kept doing it, as Tormund fucked her like that, as if he was touching her somewhere neither of them had reached before this.

As he watched, Tormund slowed, then pulled back a little, pouring more oil onto his fingers, which he scrunched slightly, then he withdrew, prompting a dismayed groan from Brienne before he had a finger deep in her. He moved his hand then, pulling it away, going back again, and Clegane couldn't see from this angle, but he knew where Tormund was touching her nevertheless, because of how she responded.

“Oh, don't! Please! Not there!” She cried, lifting her head, her eyes staring out at nothing as she tried to move. Immediately, Tormund's hands were on her hips again, keeping her still.

They both hushed her at the same time, Clegane rubbing a hand between her shoulders while Tormund chanced moving one hand to stroke her lower back. She didn't calm down, the frequency of her breath increasing.

“Beauty!” Tormund snapped, and she froze, as if that were her true name, and Brienne was just a mere fancy she indulged in from time to time. “My cock isn't going here,” he said. “Here, I only want to get a finger in you. Today, that is all. Just a finger.”

Brienne sniffed in through her nose, but didn't speak. Neither did she move. Then, as Clegane watched Tormund bent his head and kissed her there. He must be kissing her – there was no other way to account for the position of his head, and Brienne sobbed again, in pleasure again.

“Tormund,” she breathed. And it continued, and she breathed quick and shallowly, trembling with sensation. When he moved, she was relaxed again, and this time, she only protested with a groan as he pressed a finger against her. Was he doing it yet? Clegane couldn't see. Seemed like he would take his time though, given what he'd seen of Tormund's methods so far, and he knew he was right when she suddenly hissed a whole minute or two later.

There was a peculiar kind of tension about her then, in all of her body, and it continued for a while before she began to relax, with Tormund encouraging her, his other hand stroking her and massaging her.

“Good, beauty. See it is not so hard to take.” He nodded eventually, as if to himself, then his other hand disappeared, and he took proper position again behind her. “One comes out,” Tormund said slowly, “and one goes in.”

At first, Clegane thought he had lied to her, then he understood. As he pulled that finger back, he'd slid his cock into her pussy. Brienne moaned louder then than he'd ever heard her. Behind her, Tormund was concentrating on keeping control, but he was also half smiling in victory.

“And as one comes out, the other goes in.” It was slow, but she was taking it, trembling in his arms. “How does it feel, beauty?” Tormund asked then, genuinely, frowning as he awaited her answer.

Brienne whimpered. “You're going to do it to me, aren't you?” she asked then, as Tormund stopped, giving her chance to reply. “Both of you, together.”

“Not today, but soon, yes. We are. Am I hurting you?”

She gulped and shook her head. “Not hurting, not a lot anyway, just...” She shivered all at once. “In the middle, it's... I feel so... full.”

Now Tormund moved again, and she cried out loudly again. “How does it feel?” he repeated, and she sobbed. He wasn't asking her how Clegane himself asked her, for titillation and description. This was a concern, so that he could adjust what he was doing if necessary. Slow it down for her if he was going too fast.

“Oh, Gods! What are you doing to me?” Brienne whimpered. “How are you doing it? It shouldn't feel like that. Like I want you to.” Her face flushed as she made the confession, and Clegane kissed her hair, letting her hide herself against his shoulder.

At that, the wildling grinned in triumph, and he kept it up, slowly, that in and out, but the back and forth shortened, until Clegane knew without a doubt his cock and his finger must be sliding against each other inside of her. He'd never heard Brienne moan the way she did then. It was half protest, half lust. Until Tormund reached below her, to tease, then she quivered and shook all at once.

“Hmm...” Tormund groaned, eyes closed. “That was one. He took two, beauty. I'll take two, then we'll stop, I promise.”

Brienne seemed beyond a response right then.

“I'll take this away for now.”

At last he pulled his hand back all the way, and she relaxed utterly, only for Tormund to slide deep, causing her to give that low, short moan again. His other hand continued to work on her at the front, rubbing in slow circles.

That next one seemed to take time to build in her, but it was strong, and she actually bit his shoulder as she climaxed. She might have hurt him, but the wildling pulled her body back, suddenly and sharply enough to dislodge her and she cried out as he filled her up with himself, growling low as her fingers scrabbled over Clegane's chest, in search of something to hold onto.

As she relaxed her body down fully, Tormund went with her, though he took his weight on his hands, which was probably a good thing, because with all of that combined muscle, they both weighed a lot, and Clegane didn't fancy being trapped beneath the two of them. Tormund's eyes were dark with sated pleasure, and Clegane smirked. He moved one foot upwards in a daring tease, catching the back of Tormund's calf, caressing him with it. The wildling smiled, and his eyes closed. Clegane kept it up for a few seconds, feeling the hair on the back of Tormund's leg, prickly and wiry, pushing it the wrong way, then he laughed and relented as Tormund moved to the side.

Brienne laid still and quiet on him, but she wasn't asleep. He let her, threading his fingers through her hair with one hand, stroking her back with the other. They'd come up here early, and though they'd done a lot, he didn't think they taken that long about it. After about five minutes or so, he jolted her a little bit.

“Are you fit?” he asked. She lifted her head and stared at him.

“Are you joking?” she fired back. He smirked.

“You wanted lunch,” he reminded her. She groaned.

“We'll take a picnic,” she grumbled, and then moved off him to lie between them with a little sigh. After a moment, she stretched her arms and legs out, then smiled slowly. “I think I'm getting used to it,” she said.

“You're not feeling sore?” he asked. She shook her head, and then suddenly frowned. The look on her face was priceless.

“Oh, Gods! Every time!” she said, and fought her way out from between them to stand by the side of the bed. At first, Clegane thought they'd done it again, until she went to the washbasin and squeezed out a cloth, then he laughed and laid back while she pulled that ridiculous curtain across again. He turned onto his side, only to find Tormund staring at him.

“Well done,” he said quietly, nodding. The wildling smirked.

“Aren't you a tease when you want to be?” Tormund asked in a whisper, leaning over. He hovered close, his lips near Clegane's ear. “Next time you want to do something like that, do it when I'm in her, not when I'm already done. So as I can enjoy it properly.”

Clegane huffed. “You wish!” But he caught a hand in Tormund's hair and moved his head a little, enough so that they could look into each other's eyes. They were going to kiss again, it was fairly obvious. Well, at least until Brienne pulled that curtain back to catch them at it.

“Get up,” she said briskly. “You two can admire and congratulate each other later. We've got training to get to.”

She went around finding fresh clothes for herself, while he and Tormund broke apart from each other as if they'd been caught stealing. Wait... hadn't she been all lazy and warm just a minute or so ago? Clegane frowned as she threw his breeches at him. They hit him square in the chest. Then she seemed to notice his look.

“Oh, I'm so not climbing back in that bed with you both,” she said. “I know exactly where I'd end up.”

“You'd like ending up there,” Clegane told her, prompting a kind of hushed snicker from Tormund, and she raised an eyebrow at them both. She was nearly dressed now, and she folded her arms over her open shirt as if waiting for them to get on with it.

“Oh, really. You think I was in a bad mood this morning? How do you think I am if I don't get enough good exercise in a day?”

Clegane and Tormund looked at each other. The wildling puffed out a breath through his lips, eyes wide.

“It's winter. The daylight is running out,” she reminded them, then advanced on the bed, standing there with her hands on her hips. “I've got lots of stamina. Unless you feel like you're up to actually tiring me out in the dark, you'd better get dressed. Both of you.”

She smiled sweetly at them. “And just in case you were wondering, what we did just then...? In terms of pure physical exertion, I hardly got out of breath. Get up!”

Well, that got them moving!

To be continued...
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