Sighing, I stretched out on the bed and felt the other side was empty. "Tormund?" I opened my eyes and a little white feather was dangling in my hair. The insides of the pillows were scattered around the bed and the mattress was crooked, with the wood of the headboard cracked. "Tormund?" I whispered again.
A groan answered and curious, I rolled to my side to see the wildling laying on the floor with a fur blanket covering his upper thighs and bottom stomach. "Good morning, handsome. Why are you on the floor?"
"Remember last night?" He grunted as the light of the morning sun shined through the window and brightened up the chamber. The memories of the previous night crept back into my mind, making me smile.
After we re-entered, I poured wine into two glasses and handed one to Tormund. Sitting on the bed, I playfully spilled the sweet sticky nectar over my chest and let it run between my breasts. "Oops, I spilled." I seductively said, smirking.
"We can not have that," Tormund growled, and in one step, his mouth was busy licking up the wine. His tongue ran over my nipples, paying extra attention to them before sucking on my collarbones.
"Oops, clumsy me," I said, tipping his drink over my lower stomach, staining the bandages, and making it run down my thighs. As quick as a rabbit Tormund dived down, licking every droplet of wine off my skin, and continued sucking until he reached my soaked cunt.
We continued that game until the wine bottle lay empty on the bed. Standing up, I fastened my nightgown over my body with a black cloak and walked to the door. "Where are you going?"
"To get more wine," I said and exited. Walking through the halls, I passed the Great Hall and you could still hear a few people celebrating. In the cellar, the wine bottles were stacked and I heard two female voices mumbling.
"I can not believe that fucking wildling. He was crying about how heartbroken he was about some stupid whore, but when I offered myself to him, he had the nerve to decline." Woman one said as woman two agreed.
"Did you hear the people on the balcony?" The second woman asked.
"I did, I even went outside and I swear it was the same fucking ginger wildling!"
"No." She gasped. "And the woman?"
"Her back was to me, I couldn't see her face. But I know she is a whore."
"Good evening," I said, making my presence known to the two servant girls. They both gasped and greeted me. The one, Willa, asked what they could do for me, and I smiled, the sweetest smile I could fake. "I need a few bottles of wine or ale, whatever is left." I laughed.
The two girls nodded, carrying the bottles as they followed me toward my room. As we entered, Willa and Sarra gasped when their eyes landed on the naked ginger wild man standing next to the blazing fire.
"Place them on the table," I ordered. "And that is Lady Whore." I smiled as I watched them walking to the table and setting down the wine.
Tormund looked between the maids and me, not once trying to cover up. They walked to the door and before they could leave, I stopped them. "Tomorrow morning please bring us our breakfasts." They nodded. "And Willa," The young girl turned around as I walked to the wooden door. "He is not a wildling, he's a Free Folk." And slammed it shut.
"Now," I turned slowly around, untieing my cloak and letting it fall to the floor. "Where were we?"
Tormund licked his lips before rushing toward me and slamming me up against the door. "Is someone jealous?" He growled in my ear as his hands pushed up the grown and roughly squeezed my thighs.
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Wildfire - Tormund Giantsbane
Fanfiction"She said I was like a wildfire, destroying everything I touched, and all she loved turned to ashes." "But you were a mere babe," Tormund said. "Aye a mere babe that she wanted dead." *** Y/n Lannister, older twin of Tyrion, the Imp. Their whole...
