End Game// Tormund Giantsbane (3)

19. His Girl

"Bolton has women fighting for him?"

"If don't fight for the Boltons. I'm Brienne of Tarth. I was Kingsguard to Renly Baratheon.

I was there when he was murdered by a shadow with your face." Brienne hissed. "You murdered him with blood magic?"

"I did." Stannis agreed knowing this was the end for him anyways.

"In the name of Renly of House Baratheon, First of His Name, rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, I, Brienne of Tarth, sentence you to die. Do you have any last words?"

"Go on, do your duty." Stannis grumbled as Brienne killed him.

"Looks like we're done here." Ramsay remarked looking around at the dying and dead soldiers.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

"And I accept your surrender." Ramsay agreed stabbing him. "Let's head back. My wife must be lonely."

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"Who came to your aid? Stannis. Now he needs you." Davos demanded.

"We don't have enough men to make any difference." Jon corrected.

"The wildlings will make a difference." Davos demanded and Caro scoffed at that. 

" The wildlings will never fight for Stannis." Caro informed him. "Neither will I. He can die well enough on his own, with his whore of witch. " 

"She's right and I told him that before." Jon agreed.

"You saved their bloody lives." Davos corrected "If they're gonna live in the Seven Kingdoms, safe behind our Wall, they ought to fight for the damn place."

"It's not their fight." Jon corrected.

"Open the gates!"

"Stannis?" Jon questioned peering through the snowy vortex outside the wall.

"Shireen? The princess?" Davos countered and there was a long silence as the red woman stepped closer.

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"Thank you Edd." Caro said holding the book to her chest. "This is great." Tormund caught her gaze and he didn't think book when he saw Edd coming out of her chambers be thought that lucky bastard fucked my girl. That fucktard fucked his girl.

Caro caught his gaze as Edd turned to leave a smile on his face that had tormund tormented. Caro knew what Tormund was thinking it was obvious.

"Tormund didn't see you there." She offered smiling as she turned back to her room but Tormund followed her in kicking the door closed behind him.

"You fuck him?" Tormund questioned and he knew he shouldn't have he didn't have any claim over her yet he felt like this woman was his. His girls loved her. He loved her. Damnit if he did and damnit if he didn't because she was jons aunt and she was perfect.

Caro wanted to make him squirm. She relaxed her body and licked her lips, knowing she had already won when his eyes dropped to track the movement of her tongue.

"What would you say if I told you I imagined you?" His eyes widened a fraction, and the first drop of victory spread, urging her to go further. "As I sat astride him, I closed my eyes and thought about being tied down and at your mercy."

"Careful gorgeous you are playing with fire. " he managed to squeeze out past his tight lips and clenched jaw. Caro smiled at his warning. She had only just begun. Taking a step closer, Caro continued as if She hadn't heard him.

"That when I moaned for it harder," caro remarked as she stood right in front of him now—"it was really you pounding into me." Caro gasped when his hand shot out and gripped her. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but enough to assert his power over her.

"Stop," he commanded, growling the word. Instead, caro smiled and powered through his grip.

"That when I fell to my knees and sucked his cock, stealing my ability to breathe." Caro went on. His grip was like a vice by the time She has finished. His chest rose and fell as he stared, his brown eyes almost black over his flared nostrils. The moment stretched to what felt like minutes, and She was sure he was going to shove her away after She had pushed him too hard.

Instead, Caro stumbled and slammed into his chest just as his hand jerked her mouth up to his, and he took from her. He took everything. He took the air from her lungs, the moisture from he lips, the thoughts from her head. Leaving in its wake, the thumping desire, pounding like a chant through every inch of herself. More. More. More. Caro gripped his arms and moved her lips as much as She could with his grip still so tight. Caro took as much control as he allowed her to have and gave everything to him. He shifted until her back hit the dresser, and he wedged a leg between hers. Oh, God. His tongue pushed into her mouth, spreading the spicy flavor of ale against her tongue until it was all Caro could taste.

Her head spun like She had been the one drinking at supper. Her whole world falling to the rough grip he used to hold her in place, and every pounding inch between that led to his leg pressed to her throbbing core. She needed relief. Without thought beyond easing the ache between her legs, She slid her pant adorned cunt up and down his thick thigh, the friction lighting a spark that shot through her. Over and over again, she rode his leg, gripping his shoulders for support as his lips consumed her. Any second, Caro was going to come off his touch. In castle black of all places. She was going to explode

He pulled back, and caro gasped for air, almost choking on it when he bit her bottom lip before growling,

"I can feel your wet cunt seeping through my pants. Are you going to leave a mark when your pussy comes all over me?" Tormund questioned and she closed her eyes and kept moving. Her cheeks flushed from a mixture of desire and tension, and embarrassment that She was so shamelessly fucking his leg like a cat in heat. He didn't do anything to stop her because he wanted more. Didn't move his leg to help her or shift them so he could feel his own pleasure. Just held her still as She worked her way closer and closer to orgasm. Just a few more strokes.

"Open your eyes." Tormund rasped and she tipped a little closer to the edge as she took in his flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

"If you can imagine me with someone else's cock in you, then you can look me in the eye and give me your orgasm as you fuck my leg." Tormund demanded and caros heavy breaths became soft moans, and She bit her lip to hold them back.

"Better be quiet. Wouldn't want those crows to hear." He pulled her in close and licked her lips, where her teeth were buried in the soft tissue.

Her eyes began to slide closed again, but he clenched his hand tighter, and She jerked them open.

"Come, Caro. Now." Tormund commanded rough lips against her neck. She did as commanded and rode his leg harder, digging her nails into his shirt, fighting to keep her eyes open as her cum seeped through her pants and onto his. She barely held back her whimpers as waves of pleasure consumed her. When the ringing stopped, she slowly pried her hands open but left them softly on his shoulders. His grip had loosened and now cradled her face in his palm, supporting her body with a hand on her hip and his leg still between her. She licked her lips as he nipped at her collarbone pulling at her shirt.