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Your heart pounded in your ears, the muscles in your legs pumping frantically through the weeds, eyes scanning the ground in front of you. She gave you a head start, but with her speed it meant almost nothing.
"Chase you?" she'd asked when you first approached her with the idea. You were on top then, whispering in her ear while your hips bounced in her lap.
"Will you?" you'd pouted, even, and rolled her nipples between your forefingers and thumbs while licking a stripe up the side of her neck.
You'd watched her eyebrows crease, her thoughts becoming a jumbled mess as her knot swelled. "Yes! Yes, yes—fuck—I'll chase you, I'll do whatever you want," she'd screamed just before coming. She had forgotten about it entirely until you decided to cash in on her promise. It was your turn to be surprised when she asked to do it in full armor.
Thistles whipped against your ankles as you cleared bushes and twigs, running for the trees ahead. Your scent had to be thick in her nose, an unbreakable line on a map for her to follow. You thought you could hear the heavy metallic footfalls just behind you, but there was no time to analyze that now. Exhilaration lifted your feet for you, the adrenaline numbing your body and guiding you between the tree trunks.
"Is that as fast as you can run?" Her voice was closer than you thought, muffled by her helm and breathless as she sprinted behind you. "I can smell you from a league away."
You shrieked, unable to contain the sound or the smile that came after. You slowed your footfalls, not enough it would be reasonable to assume you let her catch you, but enough to conserve your energy as well as hers—the muscles in your legs began to ache and you desperately needed to catch your breath, but her footsteps were growing louder just behind you. "Fuck," you cursed yourself for not training better for this.
"Ha!"
She barreled into you, armor plates banging against the tree she pushed your chest against. She had a firm grip on your wrists and it was no use to fight against her stature pressing into your back. Still, you gave a bit of a struggle, if only just to delight in how thoroughly she could truly entrap you using only her body. Her smell encapsulated you, that warm alpha musk, and a drop of slick slid down your inner thigh.
"I've caught you," she panted. You couldn't see beyond the visor of her helm, but you knew a smug smile was directed at you.
"What are you going to do with me?"
Brienne pressed your arms out and forward, palms flat on the trunk of the tree. She rolled her hips forward, the hard bulge in her pants pressing against your lower back. "Whatever I like." Her breath was warm and moist at your ear and your whole body tingled in response.
She released your hands, though you knew better than to move now, and gave your ass a hard squeeze that sent a shiver down your spine.
"Please, I'm a maiden." You bit your lip to keep from grinning.
"For now."
Your fingertips dug into the rough tree bark, skin alight with the thrill of arousal and fear. Her shielded fingertips dug hard into your hips, pinning you between the tree trunk and the bulge in her breeches. Through the slit in her helm, the sweet scent of your budding heat seeped in and invaded her nostrils, wrapped its tendrils around her brain stem, and awakened the primal drive that laid deep in the cells of her body, the fibers of her muscles. She let out a choked groan that was so deep and echoed through her helm that it sounded like a growl as she ground her crotch into your ass. She was so hard she could just about fuck you through the layers of clothing, but you wanted more.
"Please, no," you whined, though your hips pushed back into her body and ground hard against her pelvis. Slick ran down your inner thighs and was probably ruining the skirt of your gown, but feeling Brienne's fingers dig into your hips as she guided your backside up and down her erection was well worth it.
"You're playing a dangerous game; out in the woods alone and in heat, just begging for an alpha to come along and violate you." She shoved against you harder, pushing your full length against the tree and smacking her helm against the trunk with a hollow thunk at the same time. You suppressed a giggle but you could hear her muffled laughter from within the helm too. "That did actually hurt," she said, bringing her hands to either side of her head, then gently resting them back against the tree.
"Oh I'm sorry, love," you laughed with her. Her arms still caged you in, thick and strong at either side, but she had let some of her predator facade slip. "Now are you going to fuck me, or shall I make my escape?" Before she could react, you ducked under her arms and bolted through trees as quickly as your feet would let you. Exhilarated squeals escaped your mouth as Brienne stood still, processing what had just happened.
"You're really in for it now," she called, her own metallic footsteps quickly catching up behind you.
Finally.
Your feet carried you left and right, over rocks and through plants, tilting away instinctively from any sound while your heart thundered in your chest. Her footsteps quieted, setting off alarm bells in some distant place in your brain; you couldn't bring yourself to look back.
The air was knocked from your lungs as you were yanked back by the shoulders and slammed against another tall tree trunk.
"You'll need to be faster than that." Brienne held your shoulder against the tree, her other hand snaking up your front, squeezing your breast on her way to wrap her fingers around your neck. She squeezed the arteries at the sides and you whimpered, pulse thundering below her fingertips. "Let's see," she said and used her other hand to slide your skirt up to your thighs, dipping her hand below the hem and gathering the abundance of slick from your inner thighs. "Oh you're dripping," she gasped, "you want to be caught, don't you?"
You whined and her grip tightened on your throat. Her fingers danced dangerously close to your center, dipping into the wetness and circling your clit lightly. It was dizzying how good her fingers felt, instantly relieving some of the itching warmth your heat had brought on. You let yourself get lost in the feeling, trapped by the throat and helpless to do much else, until suddenly she pulled her fingers away to grab one of your hands and bring it to the front of her breeches.
"Do you feel how hard I am for you?" She was—her thick cock strained against the laces, full and aching as you ran your palm along the length, fingers parting to either side of her shaft. You nodded, watching her shoulders drop as you massaged her.
Brienne dropped her grip on your throat as suddenly as she'd grabbed it, you gasped in an attempt to catch your breath as she worked your skirt up over your hips, her hands groping for any handful of flesh they could get. You squirmed as she parted your knees, placing herself between them and hiking you up against the tree by the thighs to align her hips with yours. Your pussy leaked, exposed and pried open before her.
"No," you whined and struggled against her grip, but to your delight you found yourself largely unable to move. She had your smaller frame pinned, helpless against her big, hungry, alpha desires. "Please, I'll do whatever you ask."
Her helm reflected your own blurred face, obscured by chips and scrapes in the metal from battles won, as she tilted her head and studied you through the slit in her visor. Your sweaty chest, glistening and panting as she kept you pinned, the faint upturn of the corners of your lips, your massive begging pupils framed by blushing skin. Brienne leaned forward, making to kiss you, before she remembered the helm and backed away, hoping you hadn't noticed her mistake. "Whatever I ask?"
The low growl of her voice sent a chill up your spine. You nodded frantically.
"Then," she whispered, one hand dropping from your thigh to the buckle of her breeches, "shut up and take my cock."
She brought herself out of the breeches, her cock standing tall and pink, the tip already shiny with pre-cum. Her hips bucked forward, aligning her tip with your entrance. Slick leaked from your core and ran down her shaft as your walls pulsed in anticipation. It was difficult, not being able to read her face, so you nodded just slightly to assure her it was okay to go continue, in case she was hesitant again. Brienne didn't much care for your pretend games in bed, but you suspected she was beginning to like them more and more with each scenario you put her in.
"Oh fuck," you panted, the sharp stretch of her entire length being forced into you all at once tingling in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"I said shut up." She pushed in harder somehow, her knot already beginning to form enough to stretch your entrance. She pulled out before slamming back in, knocking your hips and back against the tree hard. You bit your lip to keep from crying out while slick coated her shaft and dripped down through her blonde pubic hair.
Brienne tightened her hands around your thighs, dragging your hips into hers while you brought your hands around her shoulders for support. She was so strong, you admired, even in the armor her frame was visibly large and muscular, her arms never faltered while she held and fucked you.
Her little pants and breathless moans were barely audible through the helm, but their tinny echo was more enticing than you'd expected when she made the suggestion. Without thinking, your tongue darted out to swipe against the metal where her mouth should have been. It was rough and tasted of dirt and coins, but she surprised you with a loud moan and a tightening of her grip. You licked again, this time dragging your tongue flat across the helm from chin to temple—or as much of that as you could reach—and began kissing any inch of the surface you could get to. Big-lipped, sloppy kisses that left smudges in their wake. Brienne steadied her legs, leaning harder into you and into the tree. Her knot was really beginning to swell now, the stinging pop each time it went in and out building a delicious pressure in your lower belly.
"I-I'm…" you stuttered, barely able to form the words with your lips.
"You're what, whore?" Her own speech was breathy and uneven.
"Deeper," you whined and pressed on her upper back with your palm, nearly clawing at the steel. She obliged, eagerly pushing her huge knot into you and ramming your pelvis between her hips and the tree bark. Your walls clenched around her full length, a gush of slick dribbling out and into the dirt at her feet. Your fingers scraped against the back of her helm, accustomed to being able to grab a fistful of hair as you melted into her. Your legs trembled, thighs clenching and unclenching as you came, but she did not slow her pace. Her hips bucked faster and faster, becoming erratic in speed as she crushed you against the tree with her full body.
"Yes," you panted, "make me yours."
Brienne groaned, thrusting slow and deep now as hot sticky cum spilled out into you. You felt her cock twitch inside of you, emptying out any last drop she could've possibly had into your cunt. Her knot kept you stretched and locked together, both near dizzy with exhaustion.
"May I?" Your hands held either side of her helm, ready to lift it and allow her a full breath.
"You'll have to unfasten the gorget first. Here, keep your legs around me and I'll do it."
You obliged, locking your ankles together around her back and letting just the weight of her body hold you against the trunk. Her fingers worked quickly to unhook the chunk of metal that protected her throat before she could pull the helm up over her head.
"So that's what a gorget is," you smiled.
She chuckled, her face flushed and sweaty. She dropped the helm to the ground and you pulled her in for a kiss, her arms readjusting to hold your weight again.
"Thank you for playing along," you said, not bothering to move your lips very far from hers.
"Did I do well enough?" She kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek. "Were you scared?" she teased.
"Yes, and that's a complement."
She grinned, a hint of smugness behind her expression. The breeze was cool and damp, the lingering spring rains in the air that danced through your hair and cooled the sweat on your skin. You sighed, tired and worn, and leaned your head into her shoulder. Despite the hard steel rondel, it was pleasant to rest your head and feel the cool metal on your skin.
After some time, your thighs began to burn, hips tired from being bent in position, and you were sure she was tired of holding you up too. "Is it…?" you eyes darted down to where you were joined.
"Oh, um, yes, I believe I can free you." Brienne backed her hips up slowly, letting her deflating knot pop back out of you, a gush of slick and cum followed closely behind. She redid the laces of her breeches and helped you to your feet. Though your knees were wobbly, you were glad to be standing again.
"I could go for a bath," you said, cringing at the fluid still running down your legs and beginning to pool in your shoes.
"Me too." Sweat beaded at her temples, strings of damp hair sticking to the sides of her face and forehead.
"Care to join me?" You wrapped your hand around her outstretched elbow, her helm tucked in the crook of her other arm.
"Of course, my lady."