Harwin Strong Hangs Dong

You were rushing through the courtyard quickly enough that the water was squelching out of the mud and was coming up to wet the bottom of your skirts. You hadn’t even noticed until Harwin laughed at the state of you after you pushed the stable door open in a rush and was already pulling your wool sweater off and laying it over one of the wooden beams. 

“Quite the site-“ he was amused by your eagerness. You were frustrated by the lack of speed in which he was putting the saddle in his hand down. 

“You can hardly blame me!” You laughed stepping towards him putting yourself between his chest and where he was holding the saddle with one hand. “All morning you’ve been taunting me.” You grumbled a bit looking up at him now while your hands wasted no time pulling his tunic out of his pants and reaching for his belt as he finally put the blood horse saddle down and touched your sides. 

“Taunting?” He smirked looking you over his eyes, taking note of your reddened nose. It was cold out here but during the day there was no plausible location within the castle to get alone time with him. Not having to help the Nans look after the queen's oldest son. He was a horrid little boy, and wouldn't listen to anybody. “I was simply at breaking of fast...” He pointed out. Hardly an intentional taunt. 

“Yes exactly…in your dirty gold cloak.” You said, as if it was obvious, he looked particularly enchanting to you after a night of managing gods only know what in kings landing. His presence alone was enough to 

Make you feel off kilter all day long. 

“It’s too cold out here for you…for this.” Harwin argued his hand moving up to cup your cheek. Truly it was the entire half of your face that he held within his giant palm. 

Finally your chilled finger had been able to get his torturous belt open. 

“Surely you can warm me up?” The bright smile and teasing voice would work. You knew he couldn’t resist it! 

“Gods above.” He hissed out in a sigh before both of his hands latched to your sides and hoisted you up until your bottom was sat on one of the stable half doors. “Our queen will lose her mind if you get the Princeling sick.” Harwin reminded and you just shook your head helping get your skirt up over your knees and grinning when he lifted you momentarily so you could stuff them up behind your bottom. 

“You don’t ever last all that long…we’ll be quick.” You’d said it to instigate more contact but it wasn’t completely untrue. You had power over the man they called Breakbones. He never could last all that long once he was sheathed within you! 

Your head turned up and your lips pressed to his gleefully. You could never kiss him when you were just standing up, even on your toes with your heel raised as high as possible you were unable to reach. Harwin had to hold you up…set you on something…lay down beside you. You didn't mind. It just meant you needed more contact and it was likely for the best that a quick kiss in the halls wasn’t logistically possible. 

“You're a mad woman.” He grumbled but his smile held a charm that told you he knew you had just been trying to spur him into action. 

Despite his objections to this encounter because of the cold he did still open up your blouse, and pulled your stay down enough that your small breasts were exposed to him. He watched as the rosy flesh of your nipples hardened right away and he ducked his head down to enclose one within his mouth turning his head to the side so the other was covered by his cheek and hair. He enjoyed how small you were. How his fingertips  could meet around your waist if he held his hands on opposite sides of your frame. 

Your moans came out as soft breaths right now, quite only because of the location you were currently in. The rain helped, it probably covered most of the noises that might slip out past the doors and general horse stable sounds but you still wished to be cautious. You did not wish to risk your position within the keep. It was better here than having to live beyond the castle gates within the city. Harwin would be fine, son of the hand, commander of the city watch. 

His nose squished against your chest as he kissed across the short distance to your other breasts, licking his tongue around the peaked nipple and then taking most of your breast tissue into his mouth. Harwin’s left hand did not ever leave your hip. He was keeping you balanced, stopping the few inch thick door, but his other had left your chest and gone for your knee. Feeling at your leg. 

You’d not worn stocking…knowing it would be a nuisance to get off between the skirts and boots. You could feel how he grinned against your tit realizing that you’d come here without them on. 

That you’d come out here seeking this specifically from him. 

“Seven hells women-“ he groaned when his hand had continued to travel up your inner thigh and discovered you’d abandoned your small clothes somewhere as well. His knuckles brushed right against your warm wet cunt when he reached the apex of your tights. “You’ll drive me mad.” He warned you as his head lifted from your chest. 

“That is my intention.” 

He was leaning his head down now past the bundle of cloth that had been pushed up around your midsection and you moaned when his thick beard dragged against your slightly parted thighs. That tickling scratchy touch was more than enough to have you spreading your knees apart for him more. Your bottom was going to be quite red from rubbing back and forth over this wood but at the moment you weren’t thinking about that factor. You were only thinking about him. His thick fingers were pulling up on your mound to pull your sensitive folds and exposed clit up to his mouth a bit more. 

You wobbled a bit leaning back too far trying to position yourself forward for him to have more access. But in that attempt you leaned back too far and lost your balance about to tip back over into one of the horse's troft. That strong hand on your hip though tightened and you were yanked back into position. You were sure if his face was still against your womanhood that he would be able to see, taste and feel that the display of his strength had made you even more enthused by this.

“You do need to hold onto something m’lady.” He pointed out and given the hearty laugh that boomed out when your hands both clamped down on the back of his shoulders you knew that holding to him hadn’t been what he was suggesting. 

“Go back…” you whined slowly, letting go of him with one hand and grabbing at the frame of the individual stable. You wrapped your arm around it, squishing your side against the beam while your other hand pushed his shoulders down. You didn't actually have the strength to move him on your own but he was a good man and complied now that he felt you weren’t going to be tossed backwards and head first into what would be a startled horses stable. 

“Mmm-thank you.” You gasped and smiled when his tongue licked a swatch up the middle of your slit. Stopping at the top to kiss at the pink flesh on each side of you and then sealing his lips around your clit. It was heavenly. He almost always licked at your cunt. Even when the two of you had very little time. He’d gone without entering you before when time only allowed for your oral pleasure. He was a good man…giving and kind-and the type of man that made it very very hard to think straight when his affections were set on you. 

Your cheek pressed against the wood you held to and you bit at the side of your hand both locking the beam within your arm and helping keep your pleased noises quiet. 

Harwin has released your hip and instead taken both of his hands and grabbed the underside of your knees which gave him a good hold of your lower body and also spread you open a bit more for him. He kissed your clit twice before letting his tongue abandon it to instead delve down into your core. Reaching as far within you as he could get and probing in and out. You were tight around his tongue and the reminder of how snuggly he fit inside you made his cock truly start twitching to life. His eyes casted up at you and seeing your eyes pinched together and pretty lips pressing to your hand he redoubled his efforts between your legs. Reaching his tongue up to play against a sensitive spot within you while his nose grinded back and for against your hardened clit. 

“Your delctabl-“ his compliment was cut off when he swore that the door to the stables creaked. He looked up right away which made you give him a disgruntled whine. 

“No!” You objected when his hand dropped one of your knees down. He was about to check the door, and you were almost certain there was nobody there. Had there been somebody they would likely have stood there still appalled by what they’d wandered into. 

“Harwin please…” you called him back sliding off the ledge he’d had you up on. Your skirts flowed back down to cover your lowered half and the bright red ass. “The prince will be up from his nap soon and his nan will be looking for me.” You told him. 

“Be paranoid later” you said grabbing his arm and pulling him back to face you. Kissing his lips wasn’t an option due to the height difference so you settled on letting your mouth trail over his bicep. Trying to lure him back into the moment. “Please.” You only had to ask one. It was likely your soft voice that had truly brought him back to the moment. You weren’t trying to taunt him or rile him up. You just simply needed him at this moment and he would gladly oblige. 

His hand cupped the back of your head and he bent down quite a ways so you could wrap your arms around his head and kiss him. He scooped you up with his other arm and kissed you lovingly. You were the one that made it more needy and hungry, licking at his upper lip a bit until he let his tongue explore against yours. The next thing you knew he was lowering down. You prepared quickly to feel the cold frown against your back but Harwin had taken that spot for you and you were sat down over his thighs. 

You smiled bending forward and kissing him happily as you scooted up his body so the bulge of his cock was pinned between your pelvis and his stomach. You’d lifted your skirt up again, sticking them into the waist of your skirt and smirked when his palms both came up to cup your bottom, the soft kneading turned to more firm gropes and you instantly began to get him free from the open trousers and then his own small cloths. You made sure to relieve both his length and his stones from the restrictive fabric and your small hand wasted no time in cupping him. 

Your smirked was wild especially as he grunted at your delicate fingers joyously rubbing his stones before you started to raise yourself like you were about to sit atop his length. 

“Slow down my love.” Harwin breathed out, getting some of his intelegence back and he released her arse so his hand could reach down to her slit and gather some wetness  from her. You’d often joked that his fingers were larger than a dinner sausage but gods you did love them. Rough and thick. They felt glorious rubbing up and down the part of you that you’d always been told must be saved for a husband. Harwin deserved it..he would be better than any man who’d offer you his hand! 

“Gods be damned.” You moaned as his thumb crushed your clit under his circling motion and your eyes closed and head hung back a bit as he pulled his hand away and stroked it over himself, making sure his prick was slick for your comfort. He moved you up a bit more so your knees were on either odd of his hips and you let your body lean forward to kiss at his lips and neck. To breathe in the scent of the soap he’d used this morning to scrub the filth of the city off of him. 

“There you go…” he breathed. his voice shaking slightly. It was ironic that a small woman was what made Harwin “Breakbones” tremble. “Easy now-don’t hurt yourself.” He coached you as your forehead knotted up and pressed down into his chest. 

He was large….bigger than you knew a cock could be. Women had whispered about various men…about how they could please and how endowed they were. You’d never ever spoken up but you knew for certain that they’d likely feel faint if you described just how long and thick Harwin was. 

Your groans were accompanied by your hand gripping at his elbow tensely. This was easy compared to how the first few encounter had been. It was quite a feet to lose your maidenhead to a man this large. You had the fein a fever for a few days after simply because walking wasn’t possible without discomfort. 

“S-slower.” You got out between held breathes. He was pushing down with a gentle but constant pressure on your shoulder. It was helping you take him fully. The feeling was quite overwhelming for you though. He lessened the pressure of his hand and instead it trailed up and down your spine while he kissed at your neck to calm you. 

He gave you time, just helping you adjust to the intrusion by relaxing the tension elsewhere in your body. Eventually you were able to start moving yourself up some, holding his shoulders to pull yourself up his laid out body and then pushing back down on his length. Taking a bit more of him with each downward motion. 

“Ugh-fuck.” You cursed both hands on his stomach now as you sat up fully atop him. Your cunt was red and swollen already but the full feeling made you warm and satisfied. Your folds were wide open because of the stretch and while Harwin himself got used to the tighten that was squeezing his cock he gently rubbed at that pearl with his thumb, the rest of his four fingers reaching around your hip to keep you stable. 

He couldn’t get much out when you rode him…at least nothing that made any real sense. You couldn’t blame him, your mind felt numb as well when his cockhead was bullying at your cervix. One of your hands remained on his sternum and the other pressed against the bulge he made in your lower stomach and then you very slowly began to shift your weight up and down. Waiting for the assistance of his hands before you attempted a bouncing motion. 

It didn't take long just a few minutes or your whispered nonsense and his deep growling moans and he was plenty worked up. His thoughts outside of the pursuit of mutual pleasure completely gone! Which means his hands had made their home on your hips and hems begun to lift and lower your weight to assist with the riding motion. He smirked hazily up at you, your hair falling down your front and occasionally shielding your breasts from his sight. He never lost view through of the spot on your stomach where his tip rammed into over and over again and created a bulge.

You were losing your restraint the longer he was inside of you and the closer to your peak you go. The storm was building up in your stomach and each thrust you clenched hard around him thinking that it might be the motion that put you over. The more that warm overwhelming sensation grew the louder you got, which normally was not an issue…when you were safely tucked into Harwin's bed behind a locked door. But in the stables located in the courtyard of the red keep…losing control of your voice would get you both caught. 

“Shhh-gods…please my love.” Harwin had sat up to cup you into his broad chest and hide your face in his neck. That muffled the noise a great deal and if allowed you both to just grind against one another, particularly giving your clit the contact you need to push you into a tingling climax. 

“Fucking hells.” He groaned bitting at your shoulder to shut himself up. The throbbing of your walls around him as you peaked made it very…very difficult for him to not spill his seed within you. Waited for the tension in your back to release and for the shaking of your hands to settle before he lifted you enough to free his cock and he came right against your leg. He huffed loudly as he breathed in a very pant-like pattern. 

He held you like that for about a minute before you shivered. The excitement of the moment ending had left you cold and not that the blood was returning the the entirety of Harwin's body it seemed he had processed that your nose was red as were your cheek and now your lips were even turning pale. 

He kissed you once covering both your cheeks to warm them and then stood up, taking you with him because your knees locked at his sides. 

“Find your way to my bedchambers tonight.” He whispered in your ear and you smiled softly nodding into him. 

“Only if you have a warm bath drawn.” His kiss to your shoulder was confirmation that he would. 

Your knees were shaking when he eventually had to put you down. Though he was gentlemanly and didn’t make you fix your skirts, button your blouse or retrieve your sweater. He did all that for you. Making sure you looked as similar as possible to how you had when entering the stables. 

He was looking for his belt in the scattered hay and you smirked, touching his back as he was bent over. “Sorry about that.” You kissed his shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll find it somewhere…I have to go, before the nans start getting nosy about where I am.” You explained and the gentle squeeze he gave your bottom through your skirts told you he didn't need your help finding the last bit of his clothes. 

You took a few wobbly steps before getting your bearings and when you opened the door to the stable and walked to the right your hands came out in front of you because something was standing right there. You tried your hardest to settle the blush that was developing on your cheeks. 

“Ser Criston.” You said, a bit louder than somebody normally would. Gods you hoped Harwin had recovered the belt and was all sealed back up. The queen's sworn shield looked you over briefly, his dark eyes a bit wide and on edge. You swallowed some stepping back, ignoring the dull ache between your legs that came with the movement. 

“The prince has woken, I was sent to fetch you.” He explained, but the pulse in neck told you he wasn’t thinking about what he’d been sent out here for. 

“Very well, thank you.” You said and slipped past him walking as swiftly as you could into the keep. 

Ser Criston pushed at the stable door stepping in only slightly and looking about, the large oaf of a man stood shining the leather of a saddle and both of them men gave each other a brief look. Neither mentioning the heavy scent of sex within the  stable. But Harwin was quite sure the celibate knight, who acted like a loyal hound at the queen's feet, had been the noise at the door when he had been enjoying your cunt earlier…that there were plenty of windows that the knight had likely spied on them from. 

It was a gods sent blessing that Ser Criston had his armor on when we had gone out to stables. It hid the shame of the wet spot on his trouser that had developed when he came from watching the maids ride upon Ser Harwin's cock in the middle of the horse stable ground. 

“Ser Criston!” You called over the wind and drizzling rain. “Might you escort me there?” You requested from the steps of the keep, you knew quite well that Harwin disliked the man, you didn’t know why exactly but you knew you did not enjoy the idea of them alone in the stables together. A relieved breath left your chest when Ser Criston exited through the door and a second later Harwin, properly dressed, led a saddled horse out as well.