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Chapter Twenty-seven

They took it easier after their late lunch, but wasted as little time as possible. Brienne was right – the daylight was fading. Day by day there was less of it, and every minute counted, though on this day, Clegane kind of thought she'd managed to get that exercise she wanted. Now they all had Valyrian steel, it wasn't so easy for her to defeat either of them. In fact, she only won three out of ten, and she just kept picking herself up, nodding, and trying again.

In the dusk, they walked back again, hand-in-hand, only to separate when they reached Winterfell. Clegane went to get his sword, then met up with Tormund to bathe. They all got together at dinner, and over their meal, Clegane enlightened them on the battle plan.

“This has got to work,” he said at the end. “I want it to work. We can do a hell of a lot of damage if we can get that far. Each one we bring down is much more than one. It's a regiment, or even a battalion.”

He dug back in to his food, catching the two of them up, mopping up some of the gravy with his roasted potatoes.

“We can take out entire legions of the army,” Tormund said, nodding.

Brienne had that ever present frown on her face, only now it seemed slightly more serious. “I can't miss any more mornings,” she said. “You two saw how I was out there. I need the practice.”

Clegane thought about that three out of ten and shrugged. “There are three of us. You aren't making a bad average. If you improve, then we'll need to, else we won't be making ours.”

Across the table, she smiled slowly at him. “You know, that's kind of the entire point,” she said, and Tormund laughed.

“Ha-ha,” Clegane said, and they stared at each other, unsmiling now, each waiting for the other to back down.

He was thinking of her, of training with her, and how good she was for him in so many ways. He knew they were going to die. Valyrian steel or not, he knew it, and yet he also knew he was going to kill Gregor. How he could hold both of those things to be true in his heart, he didn't know, but he did. She would help him kill Gregor even if she wasn't standing there beside him. When the time came, he'd have the benefit of her lifetime of experience as well as his own. Gregor was now a slow, lumbering hulk of dead flesh that just needed taking to pieces.

After that, as the head of his house, he would marry her, and he felt himself grin. Brienne's eyes darkened a little, and she moistened her lips, blushing slightly before blinking and losing the game. What was she thinking about? He'd have to ask her later, so they could enact it.

They went quiet after that, busy eating, but if his own thoughts were anything to go by, the two of them were busy now thinking about the night to come. No more pain now, only pleasure. There were about a million different places they could start, too.

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Brienne had regained that confidence when they reached her room, because she stripped out of her clothes as if they bothered her, not even looking around to see if they were keeping up. They were keeping up.

As she turned around to face them, Tormund got to her first, his arms around her waist as she embraced him in turn, but they didn't kiss. Brienne looked at him, her chin on Tormund's shoulder, eyes twinkling, then she turned her head slightly to whisper in the wildling's ear. Clegane strained to hear, but she was too quiet.

“Of course, beauty,” Tormund said out loud, and Clegane couldn't see, but it sounded as if he were smiling. “If you agree to certain things for me.”

Brienne drew back. “What things?” she asked, and this time Tormund whispered to her. It took him much longer, and she made little murmurs of surprise, deliberation and eventual assent.

“I will,” she said at last, and Tormund kissed her, then let her go. She walked over to him at last.

“Want to tell me what you're plotting between you?” he asked, and she only smiled mysteriously.

“You'll find out,” she said, then she took his hand, pulling on it. “Come to bed.”

Tormund followed them, and this wasn't like lunchtime. There was no sense of urgency about them now. They settled with her in the middle, all naked and hot skin. She kissed him first, slow and deep. He'd come to know her somewhat over the past few days, but he was still enamoured over how she fit in his embrace, and he pulled her close to him, hands roving over her back.

She participated too, raising her leg so that her knee was over his hip, her calf all but embracing his lower body. She had her hands in his hair, fingertips on his scalp. Everything about her tasted clean and fresh. He could smell that herbal soap again that she favoured. She was all warm and inviting, and he'd just gotten the point of needing to roll them over when she pulled away from him. She was smiling, and he let her slip out of his arms to go to Tormund.

The wildling had been watching, lounging on his back, hands behind his head, not saying a word. Now she moved astride him, quite low over his legs and leaned over deliberately, brushing her breasts against his dick. Clegane watched, catching his breath as she moved back and forth a little while Tormund's eyes darkened.

When she saw that, she moved upwards, her body supple and lithe, placing kisses on Tormund's torso all along the way. Clegane kind of growled as he lowered a hand to squeeze his own cock in want, and for a moment she looked to him, then turned her full attention right back to the wildling.

She slid her fingers through the mass of hair on his chest, crawling up on her knees at either side of him, then bent her head to his right nipple and worried it deliberately with her teeth. Tormund swore, his hands coming out to rest on her shoulders as his eyes darkened further. He seemed as though he were enduring it rather than being pleasured.

At last, Tormund groaned in need, but it was a low and dangerous sound. “Enough,” he said. Brienne continued for another few seconds, then lifted her lips.

“I said, enough,” Tormund repeated, then got his hands under her arms and simply pulled her up his body, making her gasp. They looked into each other's eyes, and she was resting on him, right on his cock. She squirmed a little, then her lips turned up at the corners.

“Well, you two are ready,” she commented, confident, “and really so easy.”

“And you're not,” replied Tormund, his eyes still dark. “So what do we do now?”

At that, Brienne finally seemed to falter a bit. She looked at Tormund, then at him, bit her lip. Tormund shook his head, and moved his hands so that one was square in the centre of her back, the other on her chest between her breasts.

“Lean back,” he said, staring. “I know you are strong enough. Let your knees go.”

She blinked, but did as he said, and Clegane watched as she did it, her body lowering backwards onto the bed slowly as her core muscles rippled. She was more graceful than any woman he'd ever seen in that moment, and she came to rest with her head near Tormund's feet, her legs bent beneath her at the knee so that her heels were lifting her lower body a bit.

Tormund moved his hands again, sat up now as she'd laid down, sweeping those large hands down the length of her body, over the muscles she'd just used, over her stomach. Then he stopped with his hands on her hipbones. Brienne looked up at him, pleading. Maybe she was afraid he was going to do her right then, while she was kind of trapped. She should know better by now.

Getting his hands under her hips, he simply lifted her. “Straighten your legs now,” he said, and she uncurled them with a sigh of relief. Then Tormund set her back down again, her long legs spread out to either side of his body. He got himself all comfortable at the top of the bed, pulling his own legs back, then picked up her right foot and held it to his cheek, turning his head to kiss the inside of her ankle. Brienne sighed.

“Clegane. Come and help,” he said, nodding at her.

He didn't need bidding twice, and he stretched out on the bed so that he was laid with his chest beside hers, and he reached out to touch those muscles, fingertip stepping his way up as she looked at him. Tormund was kissing his way down her leg, halfway down the inside of her calf.

She frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked, and he smiled.

“Because you're amazing.” He let his fingers dawdle for a moment longer. At last he couldn't help himself, and he used both hands on her breasts, pushing them together. She moaned. As he glanced down, Tormund had just passed the inside of her knee.

“You could have done that to me, you know,” he murmured, still a little envious. She reached out to his face, her eyes darkening.

“Do what?” she asked, sounding a little lost, then she seemed to get it, and she smirked. “Oh. You like that, do you? Well, maybe I will, then... later.”

She suddenly gasped, and Clegane looked down. Tormund was halfway up the inside of her thigh, still with the kissing, but his beard was rough there, and she was so sensitive. When he turned his attention back to her, he gave her breasts a little squeeze. He went for the nipple closest to him, which was on her right side, and suckled lightly, rolling the other in his fingers, her hands in his hair now.

“Sandor, please,” she said. “Kiss me.”

He pretended he hadn't heard, because he liked playing with her this way. It was the truth, and she liked it just as much. Her body was so responsive to everything they did, and her nipple hardened in his mouth, so that he could swipe his tongue over it and explore the texture of it. At first, he thought that deep frustrated moan of hers was caused by him, until he finally let that nipple go with a little pop.

He looked down before he looked up, and Tormund was tonguing the place where her leg met her body, that crease there, just to the side of her outer pussy lips. As Clegane watched, he moved to gently kissing and licking those outer lips, but went no further, even though Brienne was wrigging beneath his mouth in want. The wildling ran a thumb down the darkened crease at her centre, but didn't open her up at all.

“Please,” she begged. “Please!”

“Hmm,” Tormund deliberated, then sucked on his own thumb as if to taste it. He pulled all the way back, and this time he picked up her left foot.

“Oh, Gods,” Brienne cried, in genuine need, and Clegane looked up then. She saw him looking. “Please,” she begged, and this time he did kiss her, but he didn't stop the tender caress as he did it, and she shuddered between their attention before she relaxed in acceptance.

By the time Tormund reached the centre of her once more, she was begging again. Clegane drew back completely. Again with that thumb, but again he didn't part her lips, just held his thumb there, slight pressure, just on her sweet spot. Tormund looked up, into her eyes.

“Now. Now you are hot, woman.”

“Yes, please. Do it,” she said, breathless. Tormund drew in a breath.

“You know what I want. The first thing.”

The look on her face was sudden understanding, and she nodded quickly. “Then get into place, and we will do it together,” Tormund told her.

She blushed as she looked at him, but then he couldn't hide his amazement as she got onto her hands on knees in the centre of the bed. She lifted her head. Tormund looked her over. “Good, beauty,” he said, then pointed to the top of the bed, where her head was. “You go there, Clegane.”

He could hardly believe it. Tormund was already getting in place at the other end of her, and he understood what they were about to do, how they were going to share her. The Gods knew they would all enjoy it, but really? It didn't make sense.

“This? This is the thing you were planning?” he asked her, dubious, as he took position. She shook her head, looking up at him, still blushing, and Tormund laughed slowly.

“Oh, no,” he said, grinning. “This is my plan, or one part of it, at least. Hers is something different.”

For a moment, Clegane was concerned, though he wanted it. “Do you want it?” he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Do I want you? No. I'm just here because I didn't have anything else to do tonight.” She sighed. “Come closer,” she said, and he did, because she couldn't move to meet him. Tormund was already holding her hips.

“You could be less sarcastic about it,” he grumbled, but then she was already sliding her lips over him, and he forgot all about it. “Ah, never mind,” he managed.

At the bottom of the bed, Tormund was watching. “Good,” he observed, then he winked. “If you don't want to disappoint her, don't come.” And then he moved, slowly, and Brienne moaned around his cock.

Don't come?! Clegane cradled her head in his hands, because Tormund had kind of put her off, and the wildling was going deep and slow, rather than fast. Hardly able to believe he was doing it, Clegane moved back and forth slightly, in and out of her mouth. She kept it wide open for him, trying to use her tongue on him, but she kept having to stop to moan. Actually, when she did, the vibration of it felt tremendous.

After a minute or so, she seemed to recall what she was doing, and it got suddenly better again. Clegane groaned and looked up, only to find Tormund staring at him. They were both in her now.

“Don't come,” Tormund repeated. Clegane grunted in pleasure as her tongue rubbed underneath his cock.

“Will you?” he asked sharply, and the wildling shook his head slowly, grinning. This wasn't any kind of contest. He'd seen how long Tormund could keep it up without letting go. Which meant that this would last for as long as he could hold himself off. Oh, fuck. Clegane looked down at her again, at how her lips were stretched tight around his dick.

He closed his eyes and raised his head. No, that made it instantly worse.

“Brienne,” he murmured. “Come on, you've got to ease off.” She responded by opening her throat a little, and he felt himself slide in there. “Seven hells!” he hissed, still holding her head in his palms, though he was so gentle his hands were trembling.

“You want help?” Tormund asked, maddeningly amused. “I can put her off if you want.”

“Might be an idea,” Clegane growled.

The wildling reached around to the front of her and teased her clitoris with his fingers as he continued to move in her, so slowly, and she reacted by losing her way, which did make it quite a lot easier. Her mouth became lax and open. Clegane pulled back a little, and now he could take it.

In fact, now he could watch again, moving himself in and out slightly, fascinated by the way his cock skidded over her tongue as she extended it out for him in welcome. Her lips were still stretched over him though when he went deeper – he was too big, and there wasn't any extra room in there. It muffled her in the most provocative way as she moaned.

For a minute he pulled back completely to listen, rubbing the head of his dick over her lips as she panted and vocalised. “Tormund,” she said, her eyes closed and her body trembling as she began to get louder. He'd let her have that one, but he stoppered her again then, and she seemed to like it. She was trying again, but she was getting hotter too, and she couldn't keep it up.

All at once, her entire body moved back and forth, meaning her mouth did too, and Clegane moved with her, not letting her get away as she climaxed between them. Tormund didn't slow at all. In fact, he speeded up, hitting that same rhythm that Clegane had noticed her enjoy before. His hand continued to rub at her and tease her too, and the effect on Brienne was stunning.

She was constantly in motion between them, and though her mouth was full, she was definitely louder now. Her second orgasm came quickly on the heels of the first, thanks to Tormund's relentless fucking and caressing of her. At that she seemed to almost break and whimper around him. Yet still she tried, and Clegane bit his lip harshly.

Tormund still didn't give her any kind of reprieve. Neither did he, and all of a sudden he understood why she was trying so hard. Because if she made him back off, then Tormund would stop too. It was a kind of perfect game. He looked down at her, at the way her body was moving between them, felt the way she was trying to suck him, almost desperate, and then he knew he couldn't take any more. He moved away completely before he lost it in her.

“You done?” Tormund asked, smirking, and Clegane breathed heavily, nodding. Tormund growled a little, but he didn't stop. Instead he bit his lip hard, and continued. Brienne moaned and her upper body sank down to the bed.

“You got one more in you, woman,” he said. “I can feel it. You'll give it to me before I'm done here.”

Brienne almost seemed to cry, her shoulders shaking, her forearms flat to the bed in submission. Clegane couldn't see her face any longer. What was it Tormund did to her? Ever since he'd taken her that first time, she seemed willing to do almost anything for him.

“Tormund,” she cried out, into the pillows, and then it was there. Tormund twisted his lips, and it was almost the same look on him as when he'd been killing that cunt follower of Roose Bolton. As if he'd won.

“Yes, beauty. Make me feel good. That's it.” He hissed in a breath through his teeth, then smiled slowly, still moving, but easier now, backing off. Nothing about the wildling or what he did to her was sudden. When he pulled away, he was still hard, but his dick was shiny with her juices. Clegane had no idea how he could leave it undone.

Tormund noticed him looking. “You can lick it off if you want,” he taunted, and Clegane rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you,” he responded. And yet he couldn't help imagining himself doing it. He would taste of her. He shook himself as Tormund laughed, and then the wildling kind of flopped onto the bed, on his back. Tormund groaned in want.

“Woman. You will kill me one day,” he commented.

At last, Brienne seemed to come around. She gathered herself up, looked at them both, and smiled.

“It was your idea,” she told him. “And now it's my turn. Don't make me wait.”

Tormund gave her a look of disbelief. She raised an eyebrow at him, and he sighed. “Not one minute?” he said.

“You didn't give me a minute, now did you?”

Tormund laughed slowly. “Well. Maybe I will choose death when that day comes,” he said, but he moved, to go looking for something in his clothes while Brienne waited, arms folded. She turned her gaze on him then, and Clegane felt like a mouse that had been spotted by a snake.

“What?” he said, and she only stared at him. He still didn't understand, until Tormund sat back up on the bed properly, with those restraints dangling from his fingers.

“Oh, right,” he said, and nodded. “I get it.” Brienne was still staring at him. “And you're sure it's me you want? Not him? Because you know you could get your own back a bit,” he said, trying to be convincing.

“It's you I want,” she said without hesitation, and something in him jumped pleasurably. “Lie down on your back. Give me your hands.”

He did, and Tormund handed her those restraints. They were thin, but the leather that made them up was braided in five pieces, and knotted over that. No wonder Brienne hadn't been able to escape them. He wouldn't either. They looked into each other's eyes.

“Before I do,” she said sweetly, not quite innocent, “Call me curious, but I want to know.” She cast a sideways glance at Tormund. “Do you want to lick me off of him?”

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