"You never did give me a direct answer on whether you wanted me to make you feel like a woman." You tease with a devilish grin as you turn around to look the giant woman in the eyes.
She's dreading this conversation. She must be very uncomfortable around the subject of sex as are all other maidens; yet, something seems to embarrass her even more about it. Her cheeks turn a deep crimson, and her eyes look towards the ground as if searching for treasure beneath the scattered leaves. She's avoiding this with the greatest effort. That only turns you on more. She's not exactly attractive, not in the way you see other women as beautiful, but something in her spirit makes you want to take her for your own. She has something that makes you feel young again, new again. If she weren't your captor you would have her on the ground right now, pounding hard into that beautiful-
"I told you, Kingslayer. Not interested." She nonchalantly mutters, waking you from your daydreams. She's trying to keep up her concentration and not lose her focus as she tugs your rope.
"Why? Am I not handsome enough for you? Well, that obviously is not it considering the comparison..." you add as you motion once again to her domineering frame. She does nothing but walk faster. "Is it that I'm not strong enough? Well, with my hands tied I probably could still be able to beat you in a fair fight, rushing you quickly while you're too busy analyzing like a bumbling idiot. I'd take you to the ground, softly of course because you're a woman. You are a woman right?" You again tease as she once again tugs the rope and grunts as you slightly stumble. She's getting angry.
Good.
"I guess that moody moan confirms it. Well, like I was saying, I'd gently move you to the ground and pin your arms over your head. You think you'd be able to fight, but you don't know my strength, wench. Then of course I would begin cutting off that awful armor, if you can even call it armor. A simple dinner fork could pierce through and injure you. Anyways, I'd take those straps off so you're left in nothing but those baggy, thin smallclothes. I'd rip the buttons off with my teeth one by one-"
Suddenly Brienne yanks your rope to face her.
"That's enough, kingslayer." She seethes angrily, spotting the words spitefully between gritted teeth.
You feign your innocent smile and voice as you continue.
"But wait, I haven't even gotten to the best part. Where was I? Buttons. Ripping them off. Gnawing hard and rough to where you start to moan, and you'd begin to feel a rush of wetness to your-"
Suddenly you are pushed roughly to the ground, your hands barely bracing your fall in time as you slump in the dirt. You can feel your bind slip over your right hand completely and you let it free. One more hand to go. Just distract her. You turn your body to look up into her face. She's practically burning from anger.
"I said enough." She emphasizes the last word as you begin to get back up.
"How about this. I'll stop if you beat me in a wrestling match. If I beat you, I get to live of the fantasy. Deal?" You sarcastically mutter as you work on the other hand.
"Do you take me for an idiot? A whore? I'm not giving you anything." She angrily states as she leans powerfully over you.
"No, I took you for a fighter. And you seem to think you would easily lose, or else you would challenge me. But I guess since you think I'd win, I can continue speaking." You caution as you slip your hand out, ready to challenge her, pin her, tie her up, and then escape.
"For the last time, kingslayer, you will not speak about it." She barks as she turns her back to you, ready to pull the rope.
"You're right. I won't speak about it. I'll show you!" You shout as you grab the rope and slam forcefully into her back, effectively tackling her to the ground as she releases a painful grunt. She hits the dirt with a low growl and tries to kick you off; however, you flip her over to her back and move your legs to pin her midsection as well as her arms down. She releases an animalistic noise as she realizes the situation she is now stuck in. You look down upon her with a look of fake innocence.
"Now, wench, if you had just listened to my stories like a good girl then we wouldn't be here would we?" You chirp as you motion to your new positions, growing accustomed to her attempts at shifting your weight and taking control.
"Now, you can't tell me that you didn't want those fantasies too." You whisper into her ear, and you now notice her trembling, but not from fear. It's something else you've rarely seen before.
Desire.
"You're delusional, kingslayer." She tries to apathetically state, but you can see the look in her eyes, and she knows you see right through it.
"Oh, stop it with that. We're beyond that. I've seen the way you look at me. I know you feel what I feel right now." You whisper to her as you begin to undo her straps, her body slightly trembling beneath you.
"What... what do you m-"
"Come on, Brienne, surely you can feel what you do to me?" You urge her on as you rub your blatantly obvious hard cock against her thigh.
She must have never even been this close to a man before. Surely she knows what an erection is? Surely her septa at least told her that?
She looks hopelessly confused until you give a deep thrust of your hips against her inner thigh, slightly nudging that part of her body that would give unbelievable pleasure. As you do this motion, she opens her eyes wide and releases a moan of pleasure.
Her breeches are thick, so she had to hardly feel any of you at all, but the smallest bit is already bringing her to moans. Has she even touched herself before? Surely not, she would not react like this if she did.
"Brienne... have you ever..." you manage to mutter before she interrupts.
"I told you, I'm a mai- oh! A maid!" She gasps as you continue grinding into that spot.
"But have you ever touched..." you look to her eyes as she widely realizes what you're trying to get at.
She looks down again in embarrassment with more crimson deepening her cheeks as she nods her head no.
Seven hells.
It seems impossible, but the thought of you touching her, being the first to make her feel good there, makes you even harder.
"Jaime... I've n- never done-"
"Did you just call me Jaime?" You look to her in all seriousness. You've only been kingslayer for months. This is the first time anyone has had the decency to call you by something other than a nasty name.
She looks to you frozen in your state, completely caught. Her eyes wide and terrified, you see those soft looking lips trying to form words to respond but you just can't let them.
You capture them in a kiss, hungry, needy, and desperate. She does not move at first and it is then that you realize she had never been kissed before. She stays still for a few moments before you guide her, helping her adjust to the awkwardness as you teach her, moving in sync with each other. Soon you're gasping for air, and before you know it, you back together, tongues now fighting for control as you begin grinding into her again. As you press once again against the spot she opens her lips and moans deeply in your mouth, panting with pleasure. You see her eyes close in pleasure as her neck stretches backwards, exposing her long neck all to yourself to plant kisses on. You begin applying pressure with your tongue on her neck as your hands sneak down low, unbuttoning her breeches as you slips your hand inside.
You are greeted by warm skin, and you trace her hipbones before you go lower, reaching the thatch of hair above that spot, and you caress the soft bundle there, eliciting a series of high pitched moans. As soon as your fingers are positioned lower towards her lips and she feels the first touch of you, her hips instinctively buck as she feels unbelievable pleasure.
You look away from your hand to look at her face, captured in pure bliss, Brad thrown back, back arched, face scrunched, and mouth wide open. She looks like a goddess, and you haven't even started touching her yet.
You begin to caress her lips as your thumb begins to play with that bundle of nerves, immediately sending a jolt through her body as she jumps beneath you, shouting your name.
You give her forehead a kiss and bring your lips to hers as you begin your movements with your hand once more. This time, you circle her entrance, gathering the fluid there and spreading it over her softness as she moans into your mouth.
"Brienne..." you needily whisper, desperation and lust in your voice, looking for approval to delve inside her.
She knows what you mean, and shakes her head yes.
You must go slowly, she'll be so tight.
Your circling digit soon pushes lightly inside her entrance, meeting a muscular force of tightness that envelops you in warmth.
Brienne releases a cry and opens her eyes wide. You look to her in concern, but see it is in pleasure.
You dip that finger deeper, her body fighting and accepting the foreign feeling that brings her pleasure, and it's only moments before you're moving inside her. She's so tight, so wet, but you add another finger easily. She gasps and moans and you thrust your fingers in and out, and you know exactly what will send her flying. Your thumb begins rubbing the sensitive nub again as you continue your work. She immediately jolts and pants faster, and you can feel her getting tighter in response, she's almost there.
You plant one more hungry kiss on her mouth before she's falling, spasming in pleasure beneath you, tightening those muscles over you as she rides waves of pleasure and cries out your name. You feel yourself release in a flash of white at the same time she does.
As she comes down from that pleasure, you feel her body collapse, and motive the glistening sweat on her forehead. She looks beautiful. Genuinely beautiful.
You plant another kiss on her before you hear a shout in the distance, sending you both scrambling to your feet in a rush, faces still flushed. You look to each other in concern.
"Well, wench, we must continue this agreement when we somehow survive this madness..." you state sarcastically as you hear another commanding shout.
"IF we survive this." You wink at her, giving her another deep red blush. "Oh come on! After all that you blush still!" You look to her in disbelief.
"I don't know what you're talking about kingslayer." She adds mockingly with a grin as she ties you once again with the rope.
You don't even want to escape anymore. For some reason this wench makes living and breathing worthwhile, and you'd like to keep it that way.
