This Is Me Trying // Tyrion Lannister // (2)

38. Same Stars

'That's what death is, isn't it? forgetting... Forgotten... If we forget who we are where we come from we are not men anymore.' Sam told them 'just animals. your memories don't come from books, your stories are not just stories...'

'we gotta take out the night king.'

' he can find me.' bran said. 'His mark is always on me,' Bran said showing them the burns on his arms from when he was grabbed in a vision.

'We will put you in the crypt where it's safest.' Jon told Bran

'No we have to draw him out or his army kills us all. I will wait for him in the woods for him.' Bran told them.

'You want to use yourself as a bait?' Sansa asked

'We're not leaving you alone out there.' Arya told him

'I'll stay with him,' theon said 'with the iron born. I took this castle from you once, let me defend you now.'

'We will hold off the rest of them for the rest as we can' Davos said

'Ser Davos and I will be on the top to give you the signal went to light the trench' tyrion told them.

'Ser Davos is perfectly capable of waving a torch on his own, you will be in the crypt.' Daenerys told Tyrion

'Your grace I have fought before I can do it again, along with the men and women risking their lives.' Tyrion reminded her but Willow's face scrunched up. She didn't like that at all. She wished he would stop putting himself in such dangerous situations.

'There are thousands of them and only one of you. You cannot fight as well as they can, but you can think better than any of them... you're here because of your mind if you survive, if we survive I will need it.' Daenerys told him

'The dragon should give us an edge in the field' Davos went on

'If they are in the field they are not protecting Bran, we need to be near him not so near the night King won't come.' Jon said

'Has anyone ever tried to kill him?'

'No one has ever tried' Bran told them

'We are all going to die!' Tormund said 'but at least we died together,' he winked at Brienne.

'Let's get some rest,' Jon instructed 'Your grace' Jon said to danny before making a quick exit.

"My son, do you need anything?" Willow asked coming up to Bran.

"You are going to pop any day now, do you need anything?" Bran countered.

"A massage would be great." Willow mused sitting down next to Bran and she felt hands on her shoulders.

"Ask and you shall receive." Tyrion told her kissing her neck. Tyrion looked to bran as the door closed leaving them alone. 'You've had a strange journey' Tyrion told him

'No stranger than most' Bran replied.

'I would like to hear about it,' tyrion said pulling up a chair sliding next to willow.

'It's a long story,' Bran told him

'If only we were trapped in a castle in the middle of winter with nowhere to go...' tyrion said leaning in.

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"Tomorrow the world ends.' Willow remarked. "It will go up in flames or in a raging frozen tundra."

"Optimism." Tyrion chuckled.

"Love me until the world caves in then." He pressed his lips to hers as his fingers fumbled with her dress kissing down as he slowly freed her. He pulled at her clothes in his hurry to get at her as he knelt between her legs, burying his face against her, wasting no time pushing his tongue into her. She yelped at the sudden onslaught and squirmed in his grip but he held her tight, his strong hands clenching her legs just below her knees.

"Oh God, Tyrion," She moaned as his warm, soft tongue pushed in and out, making her wet with his saliva and her own quickly forming lubrication. He pulled his head up for a moment to see her reaction and his lips broke into a wide, sharkish grin.

She smiled happily, watching him as he lifted a leg up over his shoulders and let her calve rest on his back. When he returned his attention to her lower bits his pace was more leisurely, not as aggressive, and when his tongue began lapping warmly at her folds, his lips sucking at them gently, she groaned and clutched at the sheets till her knuckles went white.

He took his time getting to her clit, but when he did finally work his way to that throbbing little bundle of nerves and pulled it into his mouth with his lips before caressing it mercilessly with his tongue, she couldn't stop herself from screaming his name. Her hands clamped over her face in a futile effort to stop the noise, the bed creaking from the force of him holding her still against the uncontrolled thrusting of her hips. And when she came it was with that blinding white flash of heat and spiraling pleasure that makes you dizzy and paralyzes you for a split second before releasing its hold and letting you fall, slowly, warmly, all the way back to earth where you land in the soft pulsing throb of satisfied fulfillment.

Tyrion raised his head, licking his lips in such a dirty way that she groaned in embarrassment and covered her face again. Her juices were all over his face, wetting his beard, and his smile could only be described in one way that even remotely did it justice. A pussy eating grin.

"Don't hide from me." Tyrion begged.

"Come here then." Willow told him.

They both groaned as she edged just the tip of his cock into her, feeling it thicken in her hand, struggling to get into the warmth it was craving. Not only was she very pregnant but she very much wanted him. Belly obstacle aside they were doing excellent.

With a deep sigh she wriggled the swollen head into her opening and moved her hand away, turning control over to him, bringing her knees up to give him room to move as he thrust his hips against her, driving himself deep. The sensation of stretching wide to take him in was both intoxicatingly painful and mind numbingly pleasureful, and she cried out a little as he sank in. He kissed her eyelids tenderly to soothe her

"Ohhh my Willow...you feel so incredible...so... so soft...so warm...so good. I love you so much..."

He shifted his weight, letting his upper body rest on hers for just a moment as he moved up a bit, shortening his thrust so he wouldn't hurt her. She slipped her hands up his back to hold onto him as he set their pace at a slow languorous rocking, their bodies rubbing and tensing and moving slickly against each other, giving and taking so much exquisite pleasure that it seemed like only moments before she was bucking up against him with a climax shimmering up her spine. It hit her brain a moment later and exploded messily into a million brilliant stars behind her eyes. And when she could open them and focus around the diamond shards that were still falling as her body spasmed and clutched at Tyrion, she saw him above her, his own eyes closed tight, and knew he was seeing those very same stars.