Author's Note: Last update for Christmas! Kinda… Woo! This chapter features the character whom I would most likely attribute to being an actual shemale within the story. She's undoubtedly got the figure for it. I've decided I would stream-line this chapter somewhat, so the description at the bottom of the previous chapter may not be applicable any longer. I could go back and change it, but I am incredibly lazy and simply haven't got it in me. I'm sure you'll all manage.
Plans going forward for Game of Thrones content is as follows. I will be attempting to write a few pieces for this story every now and again, primarily starting on an actual main story that has consistent characters and story-lines, with each chapter leading into the next. I will be updating that story periodically.
In terms of non-shemale Game of Thrones, I'm going to be returning to 'Weekly One-shots' but turning it into… Monthly one-shots… I know, not as good a ring, but still. I will, however, be writing a one-shot per episode of the final series. I will upload it once I watch the episode and will try and relate it to the previous episode if there are any angles for sexual deviancy -which I'm sure there will be-. But that is a ways off.
Regardless, enjoy as Brienne of Tarth finds comfort on a cold winter's night with an unlikely Lady of the North. Enjoy! Thoughts are always appreciated in the reviews!
Chapter 7: A Sworn Sword
"I trust everything is as you wish, my lady?" Brienne asked as they entered the homely room of the castle, the warmth of the hearth filling Sansa's bones to the brim, wrapping her in a tight and tender hug. Her time at Winterfell had been turbulent of late. Incredibly so. It was impossible to set her heart at ease as to that which she felt. Unsure as to whether or not she should feel at home, relieved that she and Jon had reclaimed the seat of their house and restored order to the North. Yet, she could not separate that which she suffered beneath the hands of Ramsay in these halls. She couldn't bear to return to the quarters in which she was kept and found it difficult to walk alone amongst the corridors. Having Brienne at her back, whilst a little overbearing, was of some comfort considering the circumstances. But now she had been returned to her childhood room. It had been changed drastically at the time of the Bolton's occupation, yet she had explicit orders to have it returned to its rightful state, and in seeing her bed, desk and mirrors all restored filled her with a familiarity that was immensely comforting; even if it was paired with a wistful distant memory of all the she had lost since her head had last hit those pillows upon her bed.
"It is… Thank you…" Sansa smiled as she sat slowly down upon the bed, her hands threading through the thick furs that lay upon them, a smile coming to her cheeks. She glanced up at the tall, armoured blonde, the knight standing proudly at attention, her hand resting upon the pommel of her sword, ready for thieves and bandits to burst from the cupboards at any time. Her presence was beneficial in the long run, yet Sansa couldn't help but to find it oppressive how switched on she was. Nary a moment passed without Brienne analysing every single, tiny detail, preparing for the worst and interpreting everything as a threat. It was ultimately a safety procedure yet spending so much time in the company of someone so… robotic, wore on Sansa. She simply wished that Brienne would relax a little, especially in the company of her lady and no one else. Yet even as she sat there, alone with her, no hopes of a fruitful and entertaining conversation lingered.
"If there is nothing else, my lady, I shall take my leave and bid you goodnight," Brienne recited, turning to reach for the door and leave. Unsure as to what overcame her, Sansa couldn't bear to let her leave. The night following the end of the battle would prove to be a long one and Sansa simply couldn't sit alone. Not at first.
"Wait… Would you stay a while? Share some wine with me? I don't think I'm quite ready to exist within these walls alone," Sansa asked, rising to her feet as Brienne opened the door. Startled by the proposition, she lingered there a moment, unsure as to whether or not she should decline. In the end, she found herself bound by some internal sense of honour, unable to abandon her lady in a time of duress.
"If my lady wishes my presence. I shouldn't drink any…" Brienne smiled softly, closing the door, only to be immediately interjected by Sansa who simply insisted. Pouring two goblets of wine, she handed one to the knight who tentatively took it, her hand abandoning the pommel of her sword to clasped it.
"I insist. As cruel as the situation was, Lord Tyrion spoke that one should never drink alone. I can't say I'm as experienced as he was, but I assume he knows what he is talking about," Sansa joked, sliding down into a seat and turning to look at Brienne, who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, unmoving and unflinching; a glorified piece of furniture by the standard of conversation. Surprised by the woman and her obstinate devotion to remaining completely and utterly honourable at every moment and time, Sansa gestured to the open seat at the opposite side of the table, "Please, get comfortable. Sit, relax. Consider this a social call if anything. Not a protect me at all costs kind of deal. The battle for Winterfell is over. Celebrate the victory with me. It's been a long time coming."
"I really think that you would be better suited inviting your brother to talk. Or a handmaiden. I fear I shall be terrible company. Besides, I really shouldn't…" Brienne stuttered and stammered, completely alienated by the situation. Sansa couldn't help but smirk as she watched Brienne's austere and steely demeanour begin to blister and crack under the pressure. Seeing her as something other than completely composed was a rare treat and something that Sansa relished as she sipped on her wine.
"And yet I insist. Please," Sansa pleaded, rising to her feet and closing the distance between her and Brienne, staring into her eyes as she took another mouthful of wine. Drinking wine was a rarity for Sansa, yet the cold chill of a northern winter made it a necessity. Perhaps the warming richness had begun to cloud her judgement, the alcoholic haze setting in. Brushing that aside, she smirked.
"If my lady wishes it. Then I shall comply," Brienne conceded, much to Sansa's glee. Turning back around, the young redhead dropped back into her seat, watching as Brienne took her first tentative sip of wine, the warming taste rushing through her body rather swiftly. Pulling the goblet away, she breathed deeply. Silence clutched the room as she and Sansa sat and stood there, unsure of how to progress. Despite her insistence, Sansa was quite unsure as to what she was wanting out of this situation. It was simply the company in her mind. Someone to sit and talk with, even if there was a distinct lack of conversation happening at that moment. Finally, a thought broached her mind and she parted her lips to speak it.
"I should think wearing armour all day would be the opposite of comfort. There are no enemies to attack you in here," Sansa spoke, a thought fluttering across her mind as soon as she said it. It took her by surprise, immediately causing her to freeze. She had thought that whilst there may be no enemies to attack her, she certainly might. The salacious, lecherous thought was quite unlike her and decidedly improper. She couldn't even begin to conceive as to why such a thought crossed her mind. Collecting herself, Sansa snapped herself out of it as Brienne began to stutter. In an attempt to counter her perverse thoughts, Sansa became the commanding and proper lady that she was meant to be, "I insist. I am your lady after all. Come, allow me to give you a hand…"
"My lady… I really think that is…" Brienne began, only to have Sansa lift a finger to her lips, her other hand clasping one of the thick leather straps that held her armour in place. Silenced, Brienne looked into the young redhead's soft and delicate eyes, seeing something in them that the blonde couldn't quite place
"Sansa… My name is Sansa," she said firmly, yet with a warmth that caught Brienne of guard. She wasn't quite sure what made her change her mind, but something about the way that Sansa spoke melted her. Nodding, Brienne began to allow Sansa to unfasten the plates of armour covering her body, slowly dropping them to the ground. Undoing her sword, Brienne set it down, all before allowing Sansa to pull away the breastplate, revealing her tight-fitting undershirt. Sansa's eyes widened as she saw the woman's chest, unconstrained by the tightness of her armour, and perfectly framed by the linen shirt she was wearing. They were rather delectable both in size and shape. Having assumed that her boyish mentality was derived from her shape and physique, Sansa was incredibly surprised to find her to have such a bountiful bosom. Not that her having sizable breasts was of any relevance to her beyond simple curiosity. At least that was what Sansa told herself to disguise the subtle throbbing between her legs. Recovering from her momentary lapse in judgement, she continued to pull away Brienne's armour, even going so far as to slide down onto her knees to undo the clasps that held her greaves in place. As she was reduced to only her undershirt and a pair of short cut trousers, Brienne felt herself shiver. Handing her a series of furs to wrap herself in, Sansa felt a twinge of disappointment as the woman's ample chest was hidden behind furs. Sliding down into the seat, she took a gulp of her wine, before turning to face Sansa, "Better, Lady Brienne?"
"Much… And there is no need for the Lady. There are a great deal many people who would object to that title being placed upon me of all people," Brienne chuckled, eliciting a smile from Sansa as she poured more of the honeyed wine and rich rose-coloured nectar.
"I've never asked… but how did you come to be in my mother's service? I can imagine it to be a rather interesting story?" Sansa asked, causing Brienne's eyes to widen as she stammered to find her words. She didn't know whether to tell Sansa the entire story or to skip the more explicit parts. After all, following the dissolution of Renly's Campaign and his assassination, it was a long trek back to the comforts of the Stark Banners. Many lonely and cold nights were spent in squalor; nights that became a lot more heated as time went on. At first, it was to warm themselves and keep from freezing to death. Then it was to relieve tension in Lady Stark and her weary bones. And finally, the two of them dispelled with any and all pretext and simply fucked one another for the sake of doing so. It was safe to say; the swearing of vows were spoken in a far huskier and unconventional manner. Brienne almost didn't like looking at Sansa as she saw far too much of Catelyn in her. Well, enough to force her to recall those bygone evenings of grinding into Catelyn's tight wet pussy, the two of them pulling each other close as they writhed in the bushels along the fringes of the Reach. The thought of Catelyn's face bereft with pleasure still made her smile and her loins pulsate.
"After… Well, after Renly's death your mother was kind enough to offer me a place as her sworn knight. I of-course, eagerly accepted… It was only when we returned to your brother's war council that she had me escort Jaime Lannister to King's Landing to secure you and your sister's safe release. She made me swear that I would protect you with my life, serve you as if you were Lady Catelyn herself. When I learnt that you escaped, I went in swift search of both you and your sister…" Brienne explained, taking a swift swig of wine when mentioning Lady Catelyn and serving Sansa as if she were her mother. The idea of serving the redhead as Brienne had served Catelyn made Brienne's cheeks flush red, embarrassed by the thought of it, yet deeply aroused at the idea of simply being naked in the woman's presence. Months had past since she had last pierced Lady Catelyn, and, in that time, she had sworn to abstinence, even avoiding succumbing to the pleasure of herself. And such, it had been an incredibly long time since she had relieved herself of her growing arousal. It was safe to say, even the slightest provocation of salacious intent would have set her orgasming. It would prove only moments later that the combination of her long abstinence and the drops of wine falling upon her tongue would be both beneficial to her plight and render her relationship with the gorgeous young redhead infinitely more complex.
"So, you are… now my sworn knight? And you do as I say, I suppose? Whatever I say?" Sansa asked, the wine beginning to flutter amidst her senses. She took another sip to hide her smirk behind the curve of the goblet, hoping that Brienne wouldn't notice as she became a little more forward.
"If it is right and virtuous. And only if it does not press me into situations that would besmirch my honour by forcing me to do that which I would not do otherwise. What I would deem right," Brienne added, clarifying the young girl's query, but not entirely understanding down which path she was currently walking. Pulling her glass away from her lips, Sansa smiled proudly and with devilish intent.
"So, in other words; that which you don't want to do? If you want to do something that I ask, you would do it? Without question?" Sansa asked, rising from her chair and walking towards the window to gaze out it. Brienne began to pick up on the words between the words, realising that Sansa was about to ask her to do something that could be considered against her vows. Fearing the worst; that Sansa would ask her to shed the blood of one of her enemies without honourable impotence, Brienne nodded, watching as Sansa's smile widened, "Then, Lady Brienne of Tarth, I ask you to stand up and disrobe. Until you are completely naked…"
Completely silenced by the request, Brienne was further shocked as Sansa turned back around with an entirely unflinching look, waiting patiently for her to get up and get on with it. However, Brienne was frozen in place, unable to move out of confusion, fear, and timidity. It was only when she saw it; that familiar flicker in Sansa's eyes. The one that Catelyn had; the one that always made Brienne quiver at the knees. The sincerity on Sansa's face was not out of concern, but instead salacious promiscuity. The wine and all the trimmings began to take effect on the two of them and soon enough, it was not a friendly chat between two acquaintances, but a deep and playful battle of sexual dominance. Breathing deeply, Brienne rose to the young girl's request, standing up, drinking down the rest of her wine, wiping a small bead of the red liquid that escaped her lips. Her hands roe to the buttons on her shirt, the knight slowly undoing them, letting the fabric part as more of her creamy flesh began to become exposed. The chill in the room barely affected her as her heart pounded out of her chest, her blood running hot. The final button peeled away, and her shirt parted, revealing her plump and juicy chest, her round soft breasts bouncing as they settled nicely. Her nipples instantly hardened, standing proudly atop her sumptuous tits. Drinking from her goblet to hide the smile of arousal, Sansa watched as the woman's hands dropped to her trousers, slowly beginning to pluck at the buttons that held them in place. Sansa's goblet peeled away from her lips, the young girl unable to hide her arousal as she openly bit her lip in anticipation.
One by one the buttons opened, and Sansa began to notice something peculiar. Not unwelcome, but peculiar. Her trousers were positively bulging. She assumed that it was some form of padding to comfort her armour, but as the thin garment pulled apart, the slow realisation that it was in fact coming from within not only made Sansa's eyes widen, but her panties dampen, her pussy dripping at the prospect of how the evening was going to go. Brienne was rather unashamed in the way in which she dropped her trousers, kicking them to one side and standing proudly in the nude, displaying her body in its entirety. It's astoundingly different entirety. Instead of a slick and delectable haven of arousal and pink folds, there stood a thick and rigid cock. In fact, it didn't stand, it flopped. It was so long and particularly thick that it simply bounced down and between her thighs, unable to defy gravity even in its completely hardened state. Sansa had thought the sight of the male -well, she could hardly call it that now- anatomy would be forever tainted by Ramsay's treatments, yet upon Brienne, it looked positively… gorgeous. Standing there, Brienne began to feel the pressure of Sansa's eyes, the realisation of how strange a cock must look upon a woman coming to her. It was how she was born and was her shame for the longest of times. How could she ever find a love to accept her when she was so… manly below. It was Renly who treated her normally and it was Catelyn that taught her love and passion. It was with Catelyn that Brienne first entered a woman; something she would never forget and something she still felt tingling through her bones on lonely nights.
"Hmm… I can see why Lord Renly took such an interest in you. You are his perfect woman…" Sansa commented, causing Brienne to blush. However, the redhead strode slowly towards Brienne, closing the distance between them and bringing their bodies closer together. Still biting her lip, Sansa dropped her hand to Brienne's cock, wrapping her delicate, slender fingers around the bulging shaft, gently squeezing it as she began to jerk her slowly off. Gasping, Brienne's breath went completely ragged, her cock bursting into a haven of pleasure. Her eyes rolled closed as her thick and throbbing shaft became intertwined with Sansa's fingers, her bulbous head seeping pre-cum into the redhead's palms, the substance becoming a shimmering lube that began to work itself across her shaft, "Which is to say, not entirely a woman… In some respects that is. I can imagine you and he were closer than he and Margaery? At least from the rumours that I hear…"
"You could say that… Lady Stark…" Brienne breathed, her cock singing with sublime pleasure. The hot steaming breath of Sansa against her collarbone was enough to make her want to cum, paired with the looks of pure lust and desire in the redhead's eyes. It was clear to see that she shared the eagerness and intent to go beyond their usual boundaries, to abandon the pretence of ladyships and knightly honour and descend into the depravity of pure lust and pure sexual desire. After all, a battle was so often graced with the union of its victor and the slick sheathe of a woman. Though, in this case, it was much less a forceful conquest of war and a simple desire to fuck. A far more carnal and inviting prospect that the typical claiming of the local women, a practice that Brienne had bore witness to far too many times to count.
"No ladies… No duty… If you are to share my bed tonight, then you are to put aside all bounds of honour and meet me as we are right now… Woman to woman… In the simplest of words Brienne…" Sansa purred, turning her head towards Brienne's lips, the two of them allowing their eyes to meet. Sansa's hand stopped its slow and constant tugging on the blonde's cock, still keeping her fingers wrapped tightly around the woman's shaft. However, she leaned upwards, planting her lips against Brienne's, the two winding into a deep and passionate kiss, their lips clinging to one another's as Brienne's hands became mobile, tenderly grasping Sansa's lower back and pulling her close. Their bodies pinned against one another, their breast squeezing together through the fabric of Sansa's dress and furs. The tip of Brienne's cock slipped against her clothing, causing her to have to stifle a moan. Fortunately, Sansa pulled their lips away from one another in order to finish her sentence, "Fuck me…"
Those words were the impotence for the next night of wild and insurmountable pleasure. With those words spoken, Brienne forgot her usual demeanour, meeting Sansa as she said. As two women, seeking a night pure lust. Their lips rushed against one another's, this time with intimate passion, their tongues eagerly exploring one another's mouths, their hands lunging at the other's body. Sansa's hands clasped around the blonde's neck, allowing Brienne to grope and pull at her tender body, all of which was hidden away beneath the thick layers of clothing. Almost like a dog of a leash, Brienne let her most animalistic desires free. Grabbing the neckline of the redhead's modest dress, she pulled sharply downwards, tearing the garment in two. Gasping loudly as the fabric fell away, Sansa felt the cold bitterness of the room rush across her body, replaced by the fiery passion between the two of them. Sansa's body was exposed, almost to the same extent as Brienne, only her slick womanhood was masked by a pair of panties, her fiery tufts of hair nestled behind the thin lace linen of her underwear.
Before Sansa could comment on her veracity, Brienne lifted the redhead upwards, grabbing her in her arms and staggering forwards, pinning her up against the wall. Their lips pulled apart as Brienne's mouth travelled south, nocking itself in the crook of her neck, forcing small moans from her young and supple lips. Slowly, Brienne began to lower the young girl downwards, allowing her feet to land softly on the ground. Travelling lower with her lips, Brienne soon came face to face with the young girl's breasts. They were slightly smaller than hers, yet no less full and delightfully… sumptuous. Her hands sank into the young girl's flesh, gently squeezing and pulling at her tender tits as her lips gently worked down through her cleavage, landing closer and closer to the redhead's sweet spots. Her nipples were remarkably sensitive; a secret that Brienne was about to discover and capitalise on. Planting two soft and purposeful kisses on each of Sansa's nipples, Brienne rendered slow and steady stream of moans that were coming from Sansa's lips, silent. The simple pressure was enough to drench her panties entirely, the fabric clinging and imprinting onto her folds, almost perfectly outlining her delicious cunt. Unaware of the girl's reaction, Brienne pushed her lips back, parting them this time and tenderly accepting one of the young girl's nipples into her mouth, her tongue gently curling around it and soaking it in saliva. The blonde didn't need to bother about bringing the young girl's teats to hardened peaks as they were already made solid by the cool air, however, the sudden flicking of her tongue was enough to cause Sansa's chest to burst into a fever of deep breathing, the young girl arching her back towards Brienne's lips, wanting more, almost wanting to beg and plead for her to lavish her tits with as much saliva and spittle as she possibly could, not to mention the pleasures that would undoubtedly come along with such an intimate and indulgent process. The sheer thought made her pussy wetter at a time when she thought she simply couldn't grow more aroused. Her panties certainly couldn't get any wetter.
Brienne teased her softly, working her tongue around her nipple, curving it in such a way that it almost wrapped and ensnared her teat in its entirety. The layer of saliva that soon adorned one of Sansa's nipples was quite thick, the young girl moaning as she felt a bead of spittle slowly run down her breasts, the cool air catching on the stream and making her shiver slightly. Brienne's other hand worked constantly across Sansa's second nipple, running concentric and constant circles across the hardened teat, forcing her to bite her lip in passionate disarray. Unable to focus her thoughts, Sansa was plunged into a world of pleasure as Brienne floated her lips across to her untouched nipple, the cold air of the room submerging the saliva-soaked nipple in sharp, but pleasurable sensations, the such that were mitigated by the thumb that Brienne pressed against it, gently massaging it as she attended to the other sensitive bud. Surprised at how much pleasure Sansa derived from her nipples, Brienne stayed a moment more, devouring and delighting in the writhing that the young girl provided, Sansa eager to make every quiver of pleasure known both physically and audibly. That didn't changed Brienne's desires however, as her tongue hungered for a certain sweetness. She could feel Sansa's wetness against her thigh and found herself unable to deny herself a glint at her warmth. Her free hand slipped down her stomach, trailing across the taut, almost muscular expanse, down to her panties. At first, she traced two of her fingers down and along her folds, gently running along her slit, feeling her folds part as she applied pressure to the fabric, Brienne moaned against Sansa's lips, unable to stop herself as she felt the girl's slickness seep through the fabric, coating her fingers and rendering them a surprisingly slick mess. It was astounding how much of her arousal now coated her digits, the mere thought of Sansa so desperately desiring her to be thrust inside of her making Brienne's cock twitch, throb and borderline explode into orgasm. Fighting of and staving the immediate desire to cum, Brienne began to lower her lips even further, unable to deny herself the immediate satisfaction of at least tasting the young girl's juices. The aroma of her delicious sweetness hung in the air, yet as she crouched before her lady, she found herself taken aback by the sudden switch in dynamics.
Reaching out, Sansa pushed Brienne backwards, the taller woman falling from the balls of her feet, rendered unstable by crouching instead of kneeling. Collapsing back against the floor, she looked up at Sansa expectantly. The young redhead, dropped her panties instantly, revealing the fiery nest of untamed hair that crowned her pussy, her slit positively dripping at a glance. Taken aback by the sight, Brienne was denied the satisfaction of a taste as Sansa slipped down onto her knees, her hands gently squeezing her breasts, smearing the saliva across her tits as she lowered herself downwards. Not even considering to think as to what she was doing, Brienne was instead shown as she felt a hand wrap around the base of her cock, collecting it and gently angling it towards her lips. With one swift and eager movement, she parted her lips and swallowed a half of Brienne's cock. That moment separated itself from everything, with Brienne's head falling back, her mind swarmed with pleasure and plunged into an immediate and unending haze of tangible and inconceivable pleasure. The sheer intensity was enough to make her almost cum, yet she fought it to the last moment, not wanting to explode into orgasm as the simple touch of Sansa's tongue. However, she was close to the end of her rope and was afraid she would cum before sampling the tightness of Sansa's cleft. Unable to focus on that for long, Brienne found herself ensnared by the winding and twisting sea of pleasure, her body tingling, her cock throbbing, and her balls beginning to churn. Deep, pleasured groans fell from her lips as Sansa began to work her own soft and delicate lips along her shaft, savouring the cock before her.
Sansa was no expert cock-sucker, with her experience being rather… thin. The only times she was ever privy to a man's cock were with Joffrey and Ramsay, and in those experiences, she was offered little in the opportunity to hone her skills. In fact, the only thing they accomplished was the complete dissolution of her gag-reflex, something that would undoubtedly come in handy, yet was useless in the respect of actual oral talent. And so, she made up for inexperience with eagerness; enough eagerness and hunger that Brienne didn't even notice her lacking abilities. With her lips around the half-way mark of her cock, she pulled back to the tip, all before plunging down and along the woman's cock, forcing her lips right down to the base and making sure they were wrapped tightly around the woman's last few inches, her nose plunged into her shaven crotch. She could feel the heaviness of Brienne's balls against her chin, the weight of them proving just how full and ready she was to explode into orgasm. Sansa took no heed of this and simply indulged in the constant moans that came from her lips, the sounds of pleasure becoming a chorus to her. It felt good to make someone moan through sex. At least willingly that is. Pulling her lips back along Brienne's cock, Sansa failed in making sure she didn't leave Brienne's cock in a sloppy and sticky state, instead making sure her saliva streaked across her cock. It was hardly a mistake, but it meant that Sansa's usual dignified and composed exterior was reduced to a mess of spittle and dishevelled hair, the Lady Stark, the true heir to Winterfell, becoming a slutty cock-whore, slurping and suckling on a thick juicy bit of she-cock; something she would never have envisioned happening to her, yet something that she was infinitely glad that it was Brienne's fat, throbbing cock that was jammed down her pretty throat and no one else's. Even if she had been expecting to be delving into a tight pussy.
Bobbing her head up and down Brienne's cock, Sansa began to taste the all too familiar taste of pre-cum, though the taste of the blonde's pre-cum only made her moan. It was the first time that the taste was something desirable and she found herself bouncing her throat along her shaft with haste and swiftness, wanting more and more of the substance, silently wishing that Brienne would cum there and then to simply afford the redhead the pleasure of drinking down and savouring the taste of her thick, sticky offering. Little did she know how close Brienne was to disposing her offerings. Throwing her head backwards, Brienne kept her eyes clamped shut, her lips parted constantly to let out the stream of moans. Afraid to look down and at Sansa, Brienne knew that laying eyes on the gorgeous redhead with her lips stretched around her cock, bouncing along her shaft as she slavers and slurps happily, would be more than enough to trigger her orgasm. It was hard enough to keep herself from cumming with such a talented throat wrapped around her cock, Brienne thought, so she poured every facet of her concentration into holding of the inevitable torrent of cum that she had built up over the past few months. In a way, she was glad that she was going to be drained by Sansa's throat first as if she had pushed inside of Sansa's pussy now, she would have cum before she got half-way. At least this way she had an opportunity to recharge before slamming herself balls deep in the pussy that would have once united the Seven Kingdoms. Such an honour made Brienne blush. However, she even though they had disposed of frivolous titles, Brienne would do everything in her power to make sure that Lady Sansa had the most extraordinary orgasm from being fucked by her. She felt an obligation to Catelyn and also to Sansa to prove to her just how sumptuously moreish a good and proper fuck could be, especially give her previous and usual partners. Well, that was spoken as if she had any choice in the matter.
Unable to hold herself back from cumming, Brienne let out a deep orgasmic groan as she thrust her hips forwards and upwards, pushing her cock as deep inside of young Sansa's throat as possible, her heavy balls exploding into action and pumping a hefty load of sticky cum along her shaft and deep into Sansa's throat. Groaning in disappointment as Brienne's cum was dumped directly own her throat and into her stomach, Sansa stretched her tongue as far as she could, hoping to sneak even the slightest, smallest taste of the woman's seed. Luckily for her, a clumsy spurt of cum folded back along her cock instead of deep into Sansa, landing directly upon the tip of her tongue and allowing her to play with the substance, moaning as the familiar, delicious taste flooded her mouth. The fact that Brienne had now cum barely registered with Sansa as she simply drank down her load, tasting and savouring it instead of worrying about how the woman intended to fuck her. Instead, she simply suckled on her cock until the last few drops were forced from the head of her cock and into her gullet, Brienne's thick cock beginning to soften in her throat, shrivelling until it unwittingly slipped out of the warmth that was Sansa's mouth. Breathing sharply inwards as the cool chill of the room brushed over her cock, Brienne was swiftly comforted by Sansa's hands steadily rubbing and squeezing her cock, working back and forth to keep her shaft warm and breathe life back into so as to allow her to fuck her good and properly. Brienne knew herself better however and was quick to realise that she would be hard within no time. With a beauty such as Sansa naked before her, there was little in the way of her recovering and being able to be balls deep it he young girl. Deciding then, that she should occupy herself with her original goal before she was so rudely interrupted by the delicious blowjob that Sansa had provided her.
Rising upwards, Brienne didn't speak as she slipped her arms beneath Sansa's legs and lifted her upwards. Sansa's slickened hands fell away from Brienne's cock, forced to wrap around her neck so as to steady herself. It wasn't long before she was dropped once again, her body hitting the fur sheets of her bed, with Brienne's softened cocked thrust against her pussy. Breathing deeply, Sansa had her lips claimed once again by Brienne's, the blonde's hands dropping downwards and grasping her breasts. The spittle that had been on her breasts now dried, her nipples still standing hard. Forgoing the usual soft trailing of her lips, Brienne instead lowered herself away from Sansa's mouth and right the way down to the slickness between her thighs. The scent and aroma of her sweetness on the air was enough to drive her mad. It was like a red cloth to a bull and Brienne simply couldn't resist the urge to dive into Sansa's pussy, trusting that her folds would be just as sweet and sumptuous as Catelyn's were. The nectar of her cunt reminded her of Catelyn. Everything about her reminded her of Catelyn. And whilst that would normally prompt the blonde to be driven into a bout of wistful wishing, it instead drove her into a lustful haze, her body driven to savour and devour pleasures and treats that she had thought long lost. Sansa, was met with an incredibly talented tongue; more so than she could have ever possibly imagined. Brienne's skills at oral were founded upon her upbringing. She had always found herself more inclined to women, until Renly proved that men were just as eager to have a girl like her balls deep inside them. And thus, she found herself practicing on Tarth, finding willing women and delving into their depths, hoping to master the oral abilities that were so often forgotten by women of high-born merit. Lucky for Sansa that Brienne had a tongue that could melt the hearts of Kings and Queens alike, regardless of how often she allowed such a talent to be used, instead favouring steel.
Darting forwards, she allowed her tongue to gently glide from fold to fold, softly tracing the contours of Sansa's pussy, running her tongue along her slit, savouring the delicious taste of the woman. Allowing her eyes to roll closed, Brienne could almost be convinced that it was in fact Catelyn, laid butt-naked in front of her, her long slender legs spread to allow the blonde to eat her out. That thought along sent Brienne's cock back to a hardened state, the woman laying down on the bed as she held Sansa's legs apart, pushing them wider to spread her folds even further apart. Her tongue moved along her pussy, exploring all the nooks and crannies, finding the sweet spots that truly made her groan and moan. Chasing Sansa's moans, Brienne adhered to a reactionary approach. It was all well and good to simply lick and lap at someone's pussy, but it was even more delectable to follow each moan, hearing the sounds of pleasure from the young girl's lips and targeting the spots that produced the most moans. It took little to no time at all to find Sansa's clit, with Brienne being able to easily work her folds apart, loosening the young girl until her pulsating bead of pure, intense pleasure was throbbing and engorged. Never committing to simply her clit, Brienne only ever allowed her tongue to flutter across the hive of pleasure, only ever circling briefly around it before moving elsewhere. She had found that if you focussed on the clit, it brought about an orgasm rather swiftly and without problem, but it was a hollow one. It was hardly the true, toe-curling pleasure she wanted to give Sansa. It was a fast and quick burn, only providing enough pleasure to momentarily quench her desires to cum. What Brienne wanted, was to rock Sansa's body to the very core, sending distilled and powerful pleasure coursing through her bones, bringing about the kind of orgasm that would render her breathless for days to come; that would make her want another just like it, but being physically unable to handle such an intense second bout. The only other time she had ever provided such an orgasm was the final night that she and Catelyn spent together. They fucked in every position under the sun and came more times than Brienne had came in her entire life put together.
Sliding her tongue down to Sansa's entrance, Brienne carefully began to trace around the woman's hole, never offering more than the tip of her tongue, instead preferring to keep Sansa waiting with bated breath for the inevitable plunge of immense pleasure. One of Brienne's hands was quick to run along Sansa's stomach, grasping one of her breasts briefly, before curling down and nestling a thumb up against her clit. Applying a small morsel of pressure to the soft bead of flesh, she gently ran circles across it, never providing more pleasure than a simple tingle. Relaxing into the bed, Sansa let the pleasure claim her, her eyes rolling closed as she took to massaging her own breasts, tempering the sensations from Brienne's tongue with soft and gentle pinching of her own nipples. The contrast made it all the more sublime and made the subsequent push into her depths one of the most pleasurable experiences she could have ever imagined. Brienne's other hand worked its way down to her folds, with two of her digits sliding into place alongside her tongue. Oblivious to the combined trifecta of pleasures, Sansa only became aware of them as they pushed into her pussy, all three of the slickened objects easing deep into her clutching wet cunt. As Brienne's tongue dipped deeper into her pussy, her nose was thrust against her wild pussy hair, Brienne forced to arch her tongue inwards to avoid being completely smothered by the nest. Knowing the female anatomy with a great deal of intimacy, Brienne curled each of her digits upwards, searching enthusiastically for Sansa's g-spot, knowing full well that finding it would render the young redhead butter in her hands. It took a little work, with her tongue lubricating where it could, all the while distracting Sansa by writhing and wriggling wildly inside her, disguising Brienne's constant search for the young girl's sweet areas. It took a little work, but finally, she found the tender area, gently applying a small amount of pressure to the girl's sensitive spot and rendering Sansa a complete mess of moans. The sudden arching of her back, the driving forwards of her crotch, and the rising and falling of her plump little breasts was enough to make her completely consumed by the constant build of pleasure within her loins. Gone were her desperate desires to have Brienne fuck her. Sansa was content, yet equally welcoming to the idea of a thick, stiff fucking.
Brienne was certainly hard enough to pierce Sansa's tight little pussy, yet she didn't indulge quite yet. Her cock dribbled pre-cum down and against the bed sheets, the sounds of pleasure coming from Sansa combined with the hot deliciousness of her pussy had rendered her even harder than she had been before, the arousal setting her cock in stone. Beginning to drive her fingers in and out of Sansa, keeping them angled at that perfect curve so as to trace across her inner g-spot, Brienne committed to making Sansa cum. It was only fair after all, that she drove Sansa into an intense orgasm with her mouth in the same way that Sansa had offered the same for her. It was an ultimate indulgence for her as well, with the mere taste of the woman being enough to satiate her hungry desires. Pushing and thrusting her fingers into Sansa, Brienne began to feel those familiar quivers, her cunt tightening and relaxing, spasming and twitching towards a blissful release. Sansa's moans increased in pitch, climbing in their tempo and prevalence, twisting and turning into a more indulgent sound. It was quite a symphony that the two created, the sounds drifting out the window and catching in the cold winds, with only a distant whimper of Sansa's moans being heard elsewhere amongst the castle. The wet slapping of flesh, silent and subtle, filled the room, with Brienne's fingers and hands becoming positively drenched in the substance. The redhead was so overcome and overwrought with pleasure that her hands fell away from her breasts, unable to find the drive to grasp and pluck at the soft mounds, and instead falling limply beside her as her bosom rose and fell, her nipples still standing like towers atop her chest. It took a few more moments, but soon enough, Sansa gasped, her lips falling apart, stretching wide as she let out a deep and silent groan, her voice failing her as she breathed continuously through it all, her stomach tightening and twisting, becoming a nest of pleasure. The flood gates fell, and pleasure incarnate fell across her, crashing down and through her bones, rushing across every facet of her being. She gushed between the thighs, with Brienne drinking down everything she could offer, all before plucking her tongue away and pulling two very slick and very wet fingers out of her depths. Dipping them into her lips, Brienne hummed around the, savouring the taste one last time before lifting herself and her lumbering cock into position. The blonde could think of no one better to aid her in breaking her long bout of abstinence than the daughter of the woman she loved.
Crawling upwards, Brienne hovered her chest up and against Sansa's, the two's gaze finally meeting after so long. Sansa, bereft with the sensations of her recent orgasm, was in a daze, a daze that ended with her clasping her hands against Brienne's cheeks and forcefully lowering the blonde's lips to her own, gently and intimately clasping her mouth against hers, in such a way that spoke of a deep infantilization beyond that of simple momentary passion. The kiss set Brienne in motion, her hips sinking downwards. It was a pure stroke of luck, one that Brienne took in her stride as one of skill, that her cockhead found its destination without her even having to lower her hand. Pushing downwards, her head thrust against Sansa's entrance, the tip slipping inside with ease. Sansa didn't even make a sound, her mind too engrossed in pitting her tongue in salacious battle against the blonde's. It was only when Brienne's crotch was nestled against Sansa's, their tufts of pubic hair intertwining from the pressure, that Sansa let out a deep moan of pleasure, the moan that parted their lips and allowed Brienne to bury her husky moans in the creamy flesh of Sansa's neck, savouring the warmth depths of Sansa's cunt, her inners hugging her desperately tightly as her balls settled against the base of her folds, her slick juices drizzling down and almost completely coating her balls in a single momentary glaze, the kind that caught the bitterness of the wind and only made it all the more sensational. The sounds the two of them made as they pressed themselves together were uncommonly beautiful. Sansa's, submerged in more pleasure, pleasure that was only amplified by how recent her previous orgasm was, found herself clutching as Brienne's back, unwittingly tracing the woman's battle scars, all the while hooking her legs around the blonde's hips, the heel of her foot nestling against the top of the woman's crack, Sansa discovering just how plump and juicy the woman's rear was. It was almost a tragedy that it was Brienne with the cock and not her, as an arse as beautifully ripe as Brienne deserved to be fucked endlessly. There was time enough for thoughts like that at a later date.
However, the two of them were quickly twisted into a new boundless realm of pleasure as soon as Brienne drew her hips back, drawing herself right back until only the tip remained inside. Sansa was finally treated the loving night of bliss that she deserved and for the first time felt the emptiness that came from being fucked good and proper. The contrast between being so full and stuffed one moment, to being so empty another, was enough to make her grip tighter to Brienne, hoping to pull her back inside her. Brienne, however, was treated to the northern pleasure of sex. As she pulled out, her cock was attacked by the swirling biting chill of the room, which ultimately allowed for the pleasure of being inside Sansa to be all the greater. And as she eased back inside, sheathing her cock inside the tightness that was the young woman, she found herself to be amidst heaven once again. The constant switching between cold and warmth as Brienne began to slowly fuck the young girl allowed her to push herself, driving her cock further towards that explosive end that she so desperately wanted. The bane of her complicated anatomy was that she would never be able to foster children, even if she acted as a man would in the conception process, however it meant that she could sample a woman like Sansa endlessly without the looming prospect of children. In other words, sex was all about pleasure; pure unadulterated pleasure. Which in a moment like this, when Brienne was being smothered in the intensity of what sex could provide, was hardly a bad thing. Driving her hips down and into Sansa, Brienne propped herself up slightly, locking eyes with Sansa and drawing her deep into another kiss, their moans blistering across their lips, momentarily parting them as the grunted and groaned with pleasure. Sansa couldn't believe what she had been missing, what she had written of as a hellish experience. To have Brienne inside her was to feel the full force of every sensation her body could provide. She could feel her toes-tingling with every thrust, ever push. The slap of Brienne's balls against her pussy was not only a sound of immense satisfaction, but a pleasure she would come to adore for years and years to pass.
Building up speed, Brienne began to treat both her and Sansa to a firmer, harder approach, slamming her cock into Sansa whenever she slowly pulled it out, the impact sounding throughout the room and nearby corridors. At first, the sharpness made Sansa gasp, but slowly and over time, the blissful intensity turned her to a slick and dripping mess, her faint whimpered murmurs begging for more as the two of the hammered into each other. A thin layer of sweat began to adorn both of them despite the cold air, with the two of them growing more and more tired with each thrust. That didn't stop their united desire to cum in unison, with Brienne holding of another torrent of cum until the young girl was at least on the fringes of her own orgasm. She didn't want to cum and be left to make Sansa cum with only her fingers. She wanted their powerful and sudden thrusts to be something unique and powerful. The pace was already set, the wet pounding sounds of their bodies hitting against each other filling their ears. Throbbing and pulsating, the heat from Sansa's pussy began to taper, peaking as her orgasm began to rear its sumptuous head. Whilst Sansa wanted to hold of until Brienne came, she glanced into the blonde's eyes and saw how close she was to pushing rope and ultimately latched her lips around Brienne's, pulling their chests together and allowing their icy nipples to punch into the other's soft breasts. Relaxing herself, she let her orgasm take her, the two of them moaning into each other's lips, their orgasms rising in their loins and crashing together; suddenly and with immense satisfaction.
Her pussy tightened and clenched, spasming and quivering around Brienne's cock. The beginning of Sansa's orgasm pushed Brienne over the top and soon enough the two of them were pushing one another through their orgasms, each development in their own indulgent pleasure ultimately serving to ease the other one further along their own course of pleasure. As the first strands of Brienne's cum poured from her tip, the woman surprisingly virulent despite unloading earlier, the splashing sensation of her insides being painted made Sansa moan, her clit beginning to throb and pulsate at the sensation. She felt the cum pour inside her, spurting up and into her, drenching her insides, soaking her pussy in the woman's seed. Normally that sensation filled her with dread, yet in Sansa's mind she could imagine no greater satisfaction than a child born of this moment, a reminder of the constant bliss she was appearing to feel. Their lips finally left each other, the two of them unable to keep snogging as their moans became louder and louder. Brienne thrust as much as she could, ultimately being reduced to a few clumsy strokes every few moments. Maintaining her hardness for as long as possible, she drained her balls inside of the young girl, her cock beginning to soften just as Sansa's breath began to relax, her redhead's orgasm subsiding, the two of them falling limp and breathless beside one another, both desperately trying to recuperate.
Brienne simply lay there, brushing her hair out of her eyes as she stared up at the stone roof. To her surprise, Brienne felt the sheets get pulled over her body, the warmth hugging her close. Then, even more to her surprise, she felt Sansa lay her cheek against her chest, her arms gently snaking around her body as she pulled herself close, intertwining her legs with Brienne. Looking down at the girl, Brienne watched as the redhead closed her eyes, gently beginning to drift of to sleep. Unable to bring herself to break the young girl's embrace, Brienne indulged in it, wrapping her own arm around the young girl's shoulders and pulling her closer. Smirking, Brienne gently brushed the young girl's hair as she chuckled, "You remind me so much of your mother…"
"Oh really? In what way?" Sansa smirked, not looking up, but giggling to herself as Brienne laughed. She couldn't even find the words to explain why she laughed. Not in the slightest. It would take years to explain the intricacies of all she could see of Catelyn in Sansa. However, Brienne supposed that in the simplest of ways, it could be explained as thus: they were unique the way they looked at her. Where most saw a brutish and terse looking man-beast, both Catelyn and Sansa saw her for what she was; simply a woman. And in that moment, that all the two of them were. Just women.
Author's Note: I sincerely hope you enjoyed that. I wish to say that it is always a particular joy of mine to put together this little Christmas treat of sorts. And it is more joyous this year as I've had several commissions and sponsors over the year, from kind folk who wished to help me out. And so, this helps as a little bonus thank-you for all those good people. This is dedicated to you folks for keeping me afloat.
I'm going to be putting this message at the end of every final upload for this year, so if you've read it before, give it a skip to the very end of it to read the tease for the next chapter. Same words, same stuff. I just want to talk about the future and what will be happening in the next year. Plans and the such.
So, going into the new year, I have a few goals. Finish Sensations of Shemales: Items of Aphrodomina. That is top of the list, because I want to get onto the sequel. Shouldn't be too difficult but bear in mind I have quite a busy year aside from fanfiction, so any time I do get to do this will be devoted primarily to SoS.
Secondary stories will be primarily the same, with some stories being occasional uploads whenever I feel like it. If the story is listed as 'completed' I will not be returning to it. I will be actively trying to update 'Clara Oswald: The Impossible Arse' 'Amy Pond: The Slut Who Waited' 'Game of Moans: Weekly One-Shots' 'Hunger Games: A More Sexual Story'. These will be the main focus aside from SoS. These four stories are open to sponsorship. Essentially, if you are willing, you can pay £20 which will give me a bit of time to sit down and finish the latest chapter. It takes a fair while to get time to write these stories, which means most chapters sit half-finished for a month or so. Sponsors essentially pay for an hour of two so that I can finish them. Cheaper than commissions.
I will also try and be fairly balanced between stories. So, unless specifically sponsored, I will try and get each story updated, before I update one of the stories again. If that makes sense.
Commissions will be closed for a couple weeks and will re-open on the Monday the 14th. Usual rates will apply, if interested, shoot me a message either here or on Tumblr. Tumblr would be preferable. Same name as on here.
Speaking of Tumblr, I will be keeping all my current stories on there, but will be looking elsewhere to continue writing. I despise what Tumblr has done to the NSFW community and don't feel right continuing to post there. I will still check messages on Tumblr however, so if that is how you choose to get in touch, I'll still respond.
Apart from that, Merry Christmas, go get absolutely sloshed and have a drink on me. Do the same on New Year's. If you don't remember a thing, you've done it right. All the best, and I will see you all soon!