She reaches up to cup Brienne's reddened cheek and kisses her softly, tasting a hint of her own quim on the other woman's lips. Meanwhile, Jaime buries his face in her breasts and lavishes attention on them, nibbling and sucking and kneading until her happy little hums turn to gasps and moans. She shifts her lower body and lets him rub his stiff cock in the crease between her hip and her groin- "Seven hells," he hisses, and she knows that it's time.
The Maid of Tarth is still exactly that, and she's made it clear to both Sansa and Jaime that she'd like to remain that way. Although the thought of watching her two knights fuck makes her shudder with arousal, Sansa has no intention of ignoring Brienne's terms. And in spite of the crude commentary he'd delivered on the subject, neither does Jaime.
Sansa guides Jaime onto his back and sinks down onto his cock. Her eyes flutter shut as she seeks the right angle- ah, there it is. She rears back and pushes down, one hand balanced on Jaime's thigh while the other cups her own breast.
While her eyes are closed, she hears a low whisper- "Up here, wench." A shift of the mattress and a squeal, and Sansa opens her eyes.
Brienne straddles Jaime’s head, one knee on either side, and he stretches his face up to suckle her cunt. The two women lock eyes, blue on blue, and lean forward in perfect concert. Swollen lips brush swollen lips, and Sansa rests her sweat-dampened forehead on Brienne’s, listening as her breath becomes more and more shallow and erratic.
“Let it come, Brienne,” she whispers as her fingers dance over the Lady Commander’s breasts.
And she does come, with such force that Sansa worries for a moment that she might fall down and crush Jaime’s face. But she only moves to collapse on the pillows beside him, one hand absently stroking his hair as she tries to catch her breath. Her damp skin glows rose-colored in the candlelight, shadows playing over her hard stomach and defined shoulder muscles- she’s beautiful. The observation pleases Sansa, and she quickens the undulations of her hips, letting Jaime press the golden hand into her arse and grind her into him-
He cries out his release, and she quickly follows, thighs tight around his hips and two fingers on her own clit. They all lie quietly afterwards, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the warm, warm air. Jaime’s head rests on Brienne’s abdomen, and her fingers brush softly over his cheeks and brow. He turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of her wrist, and she smiles a radiant smile.
Sansa remains draped over Jaime, his softening cock nestled against her thigh. Heavy-lidded eyes glance across the room at the two longswords balanced against the wall, the pieces of armor strewn about the floor, the matching silver-and-white cloaks tossed over a chair.
The lady lies down with her knights, and she cannot remember the last time she felt so safe.
OMG this was perfect! I loved loved, loved it. I really liked how you portrayed Brienne, still tentative and a bit unsure of what to do and reserved. And I love she remains Maid of Tarth despite Jaime's protestations. And Sansa feeling safe between her Lord and Lady Commanders. Perfection!
Eeee, thank you, lovely! I'm nuts about this prompt- I think I even requested it myself at one point. ;) I got a bit nervous about it because it ended up way smuttier than I originally intended, so I'm thrilled to hear that the characters came through. You're marvelous!
OMG. THIS IS AWESOME. I love that it's a true threesome, with everyone being into everyone else (versus just sharing Sansa). I loooove Sansa's thoughts on how Jaime and Brienne kiss (dueling like with their swords) and love Brienne still being tentative, and staying a maid.
Also, I just love Lord Commander and Lady Commander, SO AWESOME. And the last line is so sweet, because I JUST WANT SANSA TO BE SAAAAAFE.
Lord and Lady Commander is totally my new headcanon because yesssss Jaime + Brienne + Sansa + the North = WINNING. MAKE IT HAPPEN, GEORGE.
(Eeeeee I am blushing because your comments are so, so lovely. Thank you so much. Also, I'm friending you right now cuzzzzz yeah. That needs to be a thing.)
Pretty much sums up what SHOULD happen. I love how she stays a Maid, but she's still just as much a part of it as Jaime or Sansa. It's just, GOD. SO LOVELY AND SMOKING HOT.
I don't really ship Brienne and Jaime romantically (although I'm OBSESSED with their friendship)...but put them in a three-way with Sansa, and ohhhh Nelly. All of a sudden, it's everything I ever wanted.
She reaches up to cup Brienne's reddened cheek and kisses her softly, tasting a hint of her own quim on the other woman's lips. Meanwhile, Jaime buries his face in her breasts and lavishes attention on them, nibbling and sucking and kneading until her happy little hums turn to gasps and moans. She shifts her lower body and lets him rub his stiff cock in the crease between her hip and her groin- "Seven hells," he hisses, and she knows that it's time.
The Maid of Tarth is still exactly that, and she's made it clear to both Sansa and Jaime that she'd like to remain that way. Although the thought of watching her two knights fuck makes her shudder with arousal, Sansa has no intention of ignoring Brienne's terms. And in spite of the crude commentary he'd delivered on the subject, neither does Jaime.
Sansa guides Jaime onto his back and sinks down onto his cock. Her eyes flutter shut as she seeks the right angle- ah, there it is. She rears back and pushes down, one hand balanced on Jaime's thigh while the other cups her own breast.
While her eyes are closed, she hears a low whisper- "Up here, wench." A shift of the mattress and a squeal, and Sansa opens her eyes.
Brienne straddles Jaime’s head, one knee on either side, and he stretches his face up to suckle her cunt. The two women lock eyes, blue on blue, and lean forward in perfect concert. Swollen lips brush swollen lips, and Sansa rests her sweat-dampened forehead on Brienne’s, listening as her breath becomes more and more shallow and erratic.
“Let it come, Brienne,” she whispers as her fingers dance over the Lady Commander’s breasts.
And she does come, with such force that Sansa worries for a moment that she might fall down and crush Jaime’s face. But she only moves to collapse on the pillows beside him, one hand absently stroking his hair as she tries to catch her breath. Her damp skin glows rose-colored in the candlelight, shadows playing over her hard stomach and defined shoulder muscles- she’s beautiful. The observation pleases Sansa, and she quickens the undulations of her hips, letting Jaime press the golden hand into her arse and grind her into him-
He cries out his release, and she quickly follows, thighs tight around his hips and two fingers on her own clit. They all lie quietly afterwards, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the warm, warm air. Jaime’s head rests on Brienne’s abdomen, and her fingers brush softly over his cheeks and brow. He turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of her wrist, and she smiles a radiant smile.
Sansa remains draped over Jaime, his softening cock nestled against her thigh. Heavy-lidded eyes glance across the room at the two longswords balanced against the wall, the pieces of armor strewn about the floor, the matching silver-and-white cloaks tossed over a chair.
The lady lies down with her knights, and she cannot remember the last time she felt so safe.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Also, I just love Lord Commander and Lady Commander, SO AWESOME. And the last line is so sweet, because I JUST WANT SANSA TO BE SAAAAAFE.
Awesome work as always!!
Reply
(Eeeeee I am blushing because your comments are so, so lovely. Thank you so much. Also, I'm friending you right now cuzzzzz yeah. That needs to be a thing.)
Reply
(And yesssss I agree completely, FRIENDED BACK :D)
Reply
Pretty much sums up what SHOULD happen. I love how she stays a Maid, but she's still just as much a part of it as Jaime or Sansa. It's just, GOD. SO LOVELY AND SMOKING HOT.
Reply
Thank you so much, my dear. :D
Reply
Leave a comment