End Game// Tormund Giantsbane (3)

34. Goats Milk

"You think there's hope?" Davos pondered Tormund glanced back at him.

"I've never seen these Bolton fucker fight." Tormund corrected. "And they've never seen the free folk fight, so, yes, there's hope." Tormund agreed. "You want to avenge your king, don't you?" Tormund remarked.

"It wasn't the Boltons defeated Stannis. It was Stannis himself." Davos reminded him. "I loved the man. He lifted me up and made me something. But he had demons in his skull whispering foul things."

"You saw these demons?" Tormund questioned

"What? No, it's a manner of speaking. Not actual demons." Davos corrected

"Oh." Tormund realized. "Well, you loved that cunt Stannis and I loved the man he burned. Mance didn't have demons in his skull. He didn't torch people or listen to some red witch. I believed in him." Tormund declared.

"I thought he was the man to lead us through the Long Night. But I was wrong just like you. Maybe that was our mistake, believing in kings."

"Jon Snow's not a king" tormund reminded him.

"No, he's not." Davos agreed

"I need a good drink to help me sleep the night before a fight." Tormund declared as he got up. "You want some? I have a jug of sour goat's milk stronger than any of that grape water you southern twats like sucking on."

"No, thanks. It does sound delicious, but I better keep a clear head." Davos offered awkwardly. "I can never sleep the night before a battle."

"So what do you do all night?" Tormund pondered

"I walk. Think and walk. Think and walk until I'm far enough away from camp that no one can hear me shitting my guts out." Davos remarked as Tormund laughed out.

"Happy shitting." Tormund chuckled out. "Caro, you want some goats milk?"

"What?" She countered as he ran to her. 

"Best damn milk in the world." 

"You are so strange." Caro rasped. "Yet I think I might love you."

"I know I love you." Tormund declared. She smiled leaning into him. 

Tormund pulled her right in for the kiss that they both so desperately wanted. His lips weren't just pressed against hers, they came together, fitted together, and almost made him want to sacrifice the idea of breathing properly as long as he could stay like that breathing her in. 

His hand shifted under her ass pulling her closer and she forgot everything else. He pulled back resting his forehead against hers. She stared back at him as he shifted his grip, her gaze shifted to the jug. 

"Why do you have goats milk?" Caro questioned as he took a sip. 

"One day I will tell you that story. Can't ruin the surprise that is I." Tormund offered. "Go on, you will love it." she took a small sip and her face scrunched up. 

"Somethings wrong with that milk." Caro corrected. 

"Its stronger than any wines or ales you have ever tasted." 

"Thats disgusting." Caro corrected wiping her lip. "Milk should not taste like that." 

"Ah, than produce me a better milk so I can drink from your teat." Tormund declared as he picked her up. 

"I'm barren." Caro corrected gently. He stared back at her a moment longer before kissing her. 

"More for me." Tormund offered kissing her again as he closed her door behind them. Tormund was pulling at her clothes. Caro didnt know how Tormund so easily made her smile but she liked him a lot.

"You know I have thought about this moment." Tormund remarked. "Probably too frequently." He admitted as she pulled at his pants.  "I have dreamt about touching you and feeling your body on mine. Let me love you. Let me feel the passion and the warmth of you next to me."

She couldnt speak, only nod as her clothes fluttered to the floor around them.

"You are going to give me breast hickeys." Caro remarked as he bit and sucked at her tit. She laughed out as he licked and sucked at her chest. 

Then he dropped to his knees. Her heart lurched inside of her heaving chest. She knew. Knew what he was going to do, and it drew a sharp gasp from her. His strong hands spread apart her thighs, giving rise to goosebumps that swept across her flesh. She could see his eyes gazing intently at her throbbing, aching, needy cunt. Those eyes of his burned into her flesh, leaving searing marks.

She felt his lips on her skin as they traversed up her inner thighs. Oh, how they moved up, up, up. Her legs began trembling, involuntarily reacting to his skillful mouth.

The moment his tongue reached her weeping cunt, his hands darted out and grabbed hold of her ass, pulling her tight to his face. Her hips lunged forward, needing to be impossibly close to his searching tongue. He licked her up and down before stuffing his tongue inside her clasping cunt. Retreating and returning to lapping her swollen petals. Her moans grew louder and her hips became more lively, grinding into the wickedly arousing tonguing.

His lusty voice rumbled to her, commanding her to insert two of her own fingers inside of her cunt. She obeyed as her body bowed and her face grimaced. Twisting them deeper inside, she whimpered. When his tongue touched her pulsing clit, the burning inside of her radiated upward and outward. Shudders rocked her stiffened body. She exploded. Pearly white cream poured onto her impaled fingers. He then slammed his own fingers into her. He wanted to feel and then taste her lust. She shook. She could see and hear him sucking his drenched fingers one by one. Feasting on her offering.

Her body slumped. She felt exhausted from the intensity of her climax. Her cunt still oozed the evidence of her orgasm.

But he was not finished. He wanted to pound his cock into her twitching cunt. To fuck her into another cum. Her legs wrapped around him, the heels of her feet kicking at his ass and pulling him to her, his cock plowing into her cunt. A guttural moan ripped from her mouth. His dick stretching her walls until they molded to his size. Her body shook violently each time he slammed forward. Slow thrusts. Deep thrusts. Shallow thrusts.

 Changing the rhythm until her mind was almost shattered from the glorious torment of his fucking. He kissed her. She melted. He rammed deep. She cried out. Kissing. Slamming. Cries of pleasure. He wanted more. And he carried on with his relentless penetrations. Her inside muscles milked his cock, squeezing it with harsh embraces. She was thrashing about and sure she was nearing a climax. Noisily groaning and yelping with each brutal plunge of his dick. The juices flowed while her frame convulsed in spasmodic movements of pure ecstasy.

And she got lost in him.