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Chapter Twenty-eight

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

…

Her eyes were hard as she waited for him to answer, and he swallowed. “Fuck me, Brienne,” he said. She smirked.

“I'll take that as a yes, then, shall I?”

Clegane groaned.

“Do it now,” she challenged, keeping the restraints back for now. “I'll watch. Then I'll know you want to please me.”

He and Tormund looked at each other, and for once the wildling didn't seem quite as self assured. “I'm not fucking sucking it,” he growled, and Tormund shook his head, his eyes wide.

“I think she said licking,” Tormund replied carefully. They stared at each other, and if he'd had the slightest sense that Tormund was counting this as some kind of victory, what happened next wouldn't have taken place. He headed down the bed.

There, still the same. All shiny and wet with it. And he caught the scent of her, and it made him want it, this ridiculous thing. Clegane cast a look up at her, just in case she might let him get away with it, and she was watching him closely, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed with interest. Her lips were wet where she'd licked over them in anticipation. So she wanted to watch? Fine. Clegane put out his tongue and got a taste of her, swiping over Tormund heavily from bottom to top. The wildling immediately raised up from the bed, and Clegane swore, laying hands flat on Tormund's pelvis to keep him down.

“Shove it at my face again, and I swear I'll bite it off,” he promised with a snarl. “Stay the fuck still!”

When he thought that had gotten through, he went there again, and this time, the wildling didn't even so much as twitch. That was good. He was sweet and sticky with her, though, it was true, and he found himself enjoying that part of it despite himself. So much so that he allowed himself to almost forget exactly what he was doing. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the taste, sought out more of it with his tongue.

A deep moan floated down to him from the top of the bed. It wasn't her, it was him, and yet it didn't anger him the way he thought it must. He hadn't gone soft either. Neither of them had. Clegane kept his eyes shut, because he thought if he could see what he was doing, then something might change about this. Yet he couldn't help noticing the way the skin that covered Tormund's dick moved under the weight of his tongue, nor how hard he was underneath that. It didn't put him off.

He wasn't fucking touching it with his hands as well. Instead, he nosed at Tormund's cock, moving it so that he could reach more. He was diligent, and he intended to leave nothing of her behind.

There was more of it at the top, and he tongued at the wildling there, then placed an open mouthed kiss against him. At last he gave in and let the head of Tormund's cock into his mouth, sucking lightly, surprised at how wide he had to open up for it. Then there was a definite jerk of interest. Clegane let Tormund go immediately, kept his eyes tight shut as he made his way back up the bed.

At last, when it was safe to do so, he opened his eyes. What he saw then he thought he would take to the grave. Tormund's eyes were dark again, and his mouth was kind of slack with shock and unexpected pleasure. For the first time since they'd started all of this, the wildling looked completely defeated.

“Like that, did you?” he demanded, not quite resentful.

Tormund swallowed audibly. “If she asks me, I'll repay you for that, with interest,” he said seriously. Clegane had a sudden clear memory of how it felt for that instant when Tormund had done it before, how it had felt to slide deep into the wildling's throat, and he felt his body respond despite himself. They drew nearer to each other.

“I still got the taste of her on my tongue, just like honey,” he said, inviting it. But it was an excuse, and they both knew it.

“She is sweet,” Tormund replied, then they were kissing again, and this time it wasn't quite so brutal as their others. He let the wildling in, to seek it out, to take it back somehow, as if it was some kind of unspoken covenant between them. But the wildling replaced the taste of her with himself, and that kind of pissed him off, so he twisted away with a growl.

It was done, though, and he laid himself out on his back before her, hands held out ready and willing. She'd been watching, just like she bloody wanted. Had she enjoyed it? Her eyes were dark too as she slipped that leather cord over his hands, tightening it around his wrists. She didn't break the eye contact, and he didn't say anything as he allowed her to restrain him. She'd promised him something though earlier, and when it was done, when his arms were tethered to the bed and she smiled at him, he cleared his throat.

“Did you like it?” he asked. “Watching us?”

“Oh, yes,” she said. “You did exactly what I wanted. You were very good.”

Clegane felt happier instantly. “So you'll be good to me then,” he said suggestively, and she stared at him.

“I'll do what I want,” she said simply, getting up and tying his legs to the bottom of the bed as well, with items of their discarded clothing, as if she'd done it a million times before. “And you can like it,” she paused, “if you want.”

Clegane laughed, and so did Tormund. “This I got to see,” the wildling said, turning onto his side to watch as Brienne came back, throwing a leg over him to straddle his stomach. Clegane struggled, purely for effect. She watched his muscles contract, and then reached out to touch, sweeping her fingertips down over his biceps and then down over the front of his collarbone to his chest.

“What do you want?” he asked, and she smiled without looking up at him.

“Everything.” Then she suddenly laid out on his body, stretched out, one of her legs between his, her forearms cradling his head as she turned him to her to kiss his lips. He instinctively tried to embrace her, but couldn't, and he groaned into the kiss a little. Even just the way she had settled on top of him, all long limbed like that. Her feet were near his feet. It was just too wonderful for words.

She drew back, and one hand touched her own neck, where a fading mark was still present, marring her skin. Clegane remembered putting it there. “That biting, how do you do it? Is it just teeth?” He shook his head, and then her lips compressed into a little straight line. “Tell me, then, so I can do it to you. Or I'll get him to teach me.”

“Just a little bit of a bite with your teeth, but mostly it's sucking the skin hard, so that the blood wants to come out and play,” he told her. She frowned.

“All of this, it all has a lot to do with sucking things,” she said slowly. He smirked. “I'm getting to see how this works now.”

Before he could say anything else, she moved his head to one side, and lowered her mouth to his neck. “Fine. Sucking,” she said, to herself, before she sealed her lips there. Then she was doing it, just gentle pressure, too gentle, and she pulled back, staring down in disappointment.

“All right,” she said, then went in again. This time, the pressure increased by quite a bit, and Clegane suddenly said her name, pulling the bindings on his wrists tight, so tight they were certain to leave tell tale marks of their own.

Gods, but it felt good too, and it made him hard even as it made him want to escape. He groaned, wishing she would touch him. He wondered how long he might have to wait for that and his hands clenched into helpless fists.

“Brienne...”

She pulled back again, and this time her eyes lit up with satisfied pleasure. “There,” she said, fingertips touching where her lips had been. “Now it says you are mine, Sandor Clegane.”

He turned his eyes to Tormund, who peeked over to look. “How is it?” The wildling nodded slowly.

“Impressive,” he said, and Clegane let his head fall back onto the pillows, blinking at the ceiling. Not that he minded all that much. Hell, if he thought he could get away with it, he'd wear a sign saying Brienne had put it there. With a pointing arrow.

Now that she'd done it, she looked over the rest of him, turning onto her side and running a hand down the length of his body. “That's for everyone else, really,” she said. “There ought to be one just for us to look at.”

She deliberated. “Perhaps here.” She stopped with a finger pressed lightly over his pelvis, a few inches north west of his cock, and he drew in a breath as she moved swiftly down there.

“But Brienne,” he began, then she was already doing it, before he could finish speaking, and this one was even more vicious than the first.

It also hurt more, because it wasn't in one of those places that seemed made for that kind of play, and he heard himself growl at her as she did it. When she pulled away, there was a largish purple bruise on him there. It couldn't be mistaken for anything else other than a love bite though. He sighed. That one might be a little bit too provocative.

“But, what?” she asked him, about two minutes too late.

“I have to bathe in public, you know,” he said, and she smirked at him.

“Of course you do.” She grinned then. “Do all the other men usually look at you here?” And she dug her finger in a little, until he hissed.

“No!” He jerked his head at Tormund. “Well, he does, when he thinks I'm not noticing.”

“And he already knows it's there. So what are you complaining about?”

“I'm not!” He shut his mouth. It was a good decision, because he'd been about to call her a bitch, and if he'd done that, she probably wouldn't have done what she did next.

Clegane breathed in deep when he felt her tits brush against his dick. “Oh, yes, do that,” he said, smiling despite himself.

“This is what you wanted, isn't it?” she asked, and he nodded. She moved back and forth very slightly. “Is it better like that? Or like this?” Then she gathered her breasts together and captured him inside the crease, let him slide between them like that. He moaned in earnest then, giving her the answer, especially when she looked down at herself and kissed the head of his cock as he came up to meet her mouth.

To his dismay, she stopped, moving back, only to wrap a hand around him and move it up slowly. A single bead of clear fluid leaked from him. She scooped it up with her finger and sucked it away.

“I like how you taste,” she told him honestly, and he shuddered. “It's different at the beginning, to how you are after,” she said.

“How is it after?” he wondered out loud, staring at her. She tilted her head.

“Different,” she replied mysteriously, then her hand squeezed him a little, and he groaned, trying to get free again. She seemed to like that, if the damned way the corners of her mouth turned up were any indication.

“How long are you going to tease me for?” he asked, hoping it wouldn't be all that long. He'd been good, she'd admitted it herself.

She looked down on him for an instant, with that same half smile playing on her lips, then she shook her head.

“I'm not. I wanted you this way, where I could do it, but I didn't want you to have the chance to take over and do it your way again. I don't want you getting used to that.”

“Brienne, I wouldn't, I swear –”

“Yes, you would,” she told him, placing a finger on his lips momentarily to shush him.

Tormund cleared his throat. “You would.”

He sighed. “Fuck. All right, I probably would.” But at least that meant no teasing... didn't it? “So what are you waiting for?” he demanded, staring up at her, into her eyes. It was all he had left, looking at her, coaxing her into it with his eyes. “Do it to me.”

Her hand was still on him, but she moved so that she was hovering over him, and he could feel her heat – so close! – and he tried to lift his body despite the restraints but she pressed down on him with her other hand, with her weight, and it was impossible. He turned his head, deliberately, so she would see the mark she'd made on his neck.

“Do it...” he urged again, breathing in and out, and he caught sight of Tormund staring at him. The wildling seemed spellbound, but then his attention was broken by Brienne, and Clegane closed his eyes. He could almost feel her!

“You know where it goes,” Tormund said quietly, becoming the teacher again, the advisor. “Just let yourself down onto him slowly. Use your weight to do it. I left you wet enough, just like I said I would.”

So that's what they'd talked about. Or some of it, at least. He felt himself slide between her lips first, that heat getting closer and closer, and then the sudden sweet hot pressure as she took him inside her. Tormund was right, he'd left her almost dripping with it, and so it was a smooth glide in at first, but Gods, she was tighter like this, because she was controlling it, and he could feel her muscles working as he got deeper. Little by little, to the heart of her, to the source of that wonderful heat.

“Brienne, fuck me...”

Just a little way in, and everything stopped. Her weight wasn't enough to take him any further, and he tried to move again, but he couldn't quite get the necessary leverage. She'd stretched him out when she'd restrained him; Tormund had probably told her exactly how to do it.

“You'll have to work at it now, beauty,” Tormund was saying quietly. “Bear down, press down on him to take more.”

She did, and it was so slow that it made him snarl in frustration. He only knew her for the shortest instant. She raised herself up with a loud intake of breath, and then back down. “Faster,” he said, demanding, but she didn't speed up at all.

He turned his head from one side to the other as she rode him slowly, and he thought she might break him like this. His body craved real action, and he pulled hard on the restraints, until the head of the bed was creaking dangerously. She paused on an upwards movement, unbearable torture, and he thrashed beneath her.

“Stop that!” she ordered, her hands on his arms. He stilled, opened his eyes and she was staring at him as she sank slowly back down. He growled, but at least she was going the right way now.

“I'm learning,” she said with a little sigh, as if displeased.

“Learn faster,” he fired back, and she frowned. He felt that tightening around his cock as she prepared to move again, upwards and away from him, and he groaned in dismay. “No,” he said, then: “Do you want me to beg?” throwing her own words from earlier right back at her. A second later he realised that might have been the wrong way to try and manipulate her, because she suddenly smiled down at him, decidedly evil.

“Will you?” she wanted to know.

“Like fuck,” he grumbled, then squeezed his eyes closed as she moved on him again, so slowly it was like some kind of strange pleasure and torture all rolled into one. He sniffed and then was silent, but he could hear the sound of them, where they were joined, every time she moved.

For a couple of up and down movements, nothing changed, then on a downwards motion, he heard her moan, and he opened his eyes sharply to catch her at it. Brienne was astride him, on her knees, one arm set a a diagonal over her body, fist clenched over her heart. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted. As he watched her shoulders hunched up a little, and she moaned again, high pitched and lost, her head falling forward slightly as she shivered, and he felt that shiver all around him. He'd never wanted freedom so much in his life.

He concentrated, enough so that he would twitch inside of her, and she shivered again. She opened her eyes, they were that spectacular blue, and quite suddenly he didn't care anymore.

“All right, I'm begging you,” he said. “Faster, Brienne. For both our sakes.”

She stared at him as if she didn't understand, and he shuddered. “Please,” he said, kind of late. Then at last she seemed to hear him. She let her arm fall back to the bed, and nodded.

“Yes. More,” she said, in agreement at last. “Have to...”

At last she began to go quicker, so there was some decent friction between them. It felt fantastic, and as she did, it became easier, because she learnt that if she let her weight drop then it wasn't as difficult. Clegane watched her closely, and saw her understand, saw her confidence grow as she lifted her hands to her hair, moaning properly now because he was getting nice and deep like this, and the angle would better for her than anything they'd done so far.

This was what he'd wanted when he'd all but volunteered to have her restrain him, and he grinned, because she was finally satisfying him. She felt fantastic, and he knew he'd go with her when she came. She was getting closer, hotter, tender little spasms inside her every now and again just like precursors.

They'd been at it for three or four minutes like this when Tormund appeared behind her, and Clegane shook his head as the wildling embraced her. He didn't stop her moving though, just murmured into her ear with his hands on her waist.

“It is time, beauty,” he said, and Brienne frowned with her eyes closed.

“But I'm so close,” she whimpered, turning her head and dragging her lips over the wilding's jaw as if asking for permission. Really, what was it about him?! “I just want another minute or something,” she said, breathing rapidly, her face flushed with colour. “Please.” Tormund chuckled.

“Look at him,” Tormund said. Brienne turned her head back and opened her eyes, staring down at him. She moaned.

“Sandor,” she said, then there was another of those delectable fluttering pulses inside of her. Clegane felt his face twist into some kind of anguished need.

“Come on,” he muttered.

“You'll take him right there with you,” Tormund said, amused. “I don't think so. Get nice and deep, then lean forward, beauty, so I can do it to you.”

For a mad moment, Clegane thought she might ignore him or refuse outright, but then her eyelashes fluttered, and she ground her hips down hard, only to drape herself over his chest, her head coming to rest on his shoulder.

Clegane sighed in regret, because he was close too, and it felt as though they were both suspended in time, locked together. Her pussy was still throbbing around him, just like a heartbeat. “What is he, your bloody Master or something?” he asked, resentful that she'd let him order her around. She sighed, then raised her head, shaking it slightly. She blinked at him in astonishment. Then she smiled, as if she knew something he didn't.

“He's my guide,” she said simply, and Clegane was floored. Just like that.

You'll understand, after, I think. Afterwards...

He looked up then, directly at Tormund, and the wildling hadn't missed that little bit of communication between them, but he didn't seem minded to make a deal of it. Instead he was holding the oil in one hand, sprinking it onto his other and scrunching it around. When he was done he resealed the bottle and laid it aside on the bed, then placed his palm on Brienne's lower back.

“What is it today, beauty? Tell me,” he said, his voice low and reassuring.

Brienne sighed. “Just a finger,” she responded, and Clegane's heart kind of lurched. He was going to do it now? While she was...? Oh, fuck! He swallowed, and tested the restraints again. They were definitely holding.

“That's right. That's all for today, just like I promised. Relax as much as you can now, so I can get it in you.”

Oh, the hell of it. He felt her respond to those words immediately, and he sighed. All of those lovely little tremblings quietened as she breathed deep against his shoulder, and Tormund wasn't even touching her yet. And he didn't either, not straight away. Tormund leaned right in to kiss her there again, and she gasped against Clegane's chest, hands clutching tight to his shoulders.

There was hardly any room down there, and everything he did to her, Clegane could feel. He closed his eyes, could feel that bloody beard brushing against the half inch or so of him that wasn't buried in her. Could feel it catching against the pubic hair that covered his balls. And he felt it when the wildling began to push in with his tongue, gentle pressure. Then he moved down a little, tracing over that stretched bit of skin in-between, tonguing the shape of him inside her. Brienne moaned, and he kind of growled, a low sound in his chest.

At that Tormund pulled back completely and looked up the bed. “You relax too, Clegane,” he advised, amused.

“Fuck off,” he said, and the wildling smirked, but then tilted his head.

“You want her to like it, or not?” he asked, and Clegane scowled, but relented nevertheless. He wanted her to like it.

Tormund went right back to it, and he kept quiet throughout, even though at times he didn't want to growl, he wanted to moan as well, just like her. When Tormund replaced the tongue with his oiled finger, even Clegane couldn't have said. He was so gentle about it, easing her in, easing them both in, only suddenly that entry was blunt, and kind of hard. Brienne hissed and tightened around him.

“Shhh...” he said. “It's all right, Brienne. He won't hurt you.”

“I know,” she whimpered. “It's just...”

And all at once he knew what she was trying to say, because damn, there really wasn't much room in there. How would they ever fit, both of them? He could feel Tormund's finger alongside his cock, and it felt huge. He resisted the urge to hiss too, and then he was glad he was tied down, because immediately following from that, he had the sudden frenzied need to fuck her hard and heavy. He didn't understand where it came from until he realised that Tormund was all but stroking him from inside her, just a thin membrane of flesh between his cock and Tormund's finger.

He narrowed his eyes and the wildling smiled, just teasing.

“You're getting easier, woman,” Tormund remarked, and Brienne gave a low sound in her throat.

“I am?” she said, all uncertain about it. Clegane couldn't say he blamed her.

“Oh, yes. I'm much deeper in you now. Tomorrow, we will try for two fingers, beauty.”

She shivered, and her body tightened a little. Everything stopped for a heartbeat or two. Nobody moved. Then she let go again, and Tormund slid his finger easily once more, out, then back in, even deeper.

“Ooohh...” Brienne moaned.

“How is that?” Tormund asked, holding still, again with that genuine enquiry. Brienne breathed in shallow, but didn't respond. He wiggled it a bit, and she gasped.

“It feels... Oh, Gods. Please, Tormund. I can't describe it. I don't know the words.”

“No pain?” he asked, and she shook her head.

“No. There's no pain.”

“Very good.” He seemed excessively pleased with himself, but then why not?

He played with her, with them both, moving that finger back and forth for a while before finally withdrawing it all the way, and she was heavy against him then. “Now,” Tormund said, looking at Clegane. “You want to carry on, or you want me to release him?”

Brienne blinked, while Clegane's blood suddenly began to shift. She seemed all at sea after what the wildling had done to her. She breathed in. “If I have him let you go...?” she said, questioning.

The truth was as good a thing as any. He couldn't lie. “After your teasing, then his on top of that? Oh, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel it for a week, woman,” he said, serious, and she nodded. She nuzzled his shoulder.

“And then you'll have him to deal with, after,” Clegane reminded her, just in case she'd forgotten.

She sighed. “Let him go,” she said quietly, and his heart was suddenly pounding. She couldn't mean it. She wanted it, like that? Quickly, he jerked his shoulder up to make her look at him again. Her eyes were clouded, dark with lust as Tormund went around releasing his ankles. All of her body was wrapped around him, her cunt was still enveloping him, beginning to squeeze him now, reawakened by his words, her arms and legs were embracing him.

Tormund moved to the top of the bed, messing with the restraints on his wrists and they didn't have long. “I warned you. Remember that,” he said considerately, and she nodded.

“I know you did. I want it. Give it to me.”

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