Have Brienne strip down

You lean over to Margaery and playfully whisper into her ear "Perhaps we should not make Lady Brienne feel left out, Your Grace."

The queen from the Reach immediately realizes what you are referring to. She grins, nods her head, and looks over at the tallest person in the carriage. She says "Brienne, you've been wearing that armor for the better part of the night. Why not discard it and let your skin breathe like the rest of us?"

Brienne's cheeks go a light shade of red, and she awkwardly gazes off to the side. You expect her to protest or argue. Yet she does not.

When her cheeks regain their normal color, Brienne of Tarth looks around at you and the other ladies, and she lightly nods, saying "Very well."

She slowly brings her hands up to the top of her breastplate, unfastens it, and pulls it off. Then she slides off her chainmail shirt.

Mira and Sera move closer to the tall blonde and assist her as she continues to undress. A couple minutes later, Lady Brienne is down to her smallclothes and her cloak, just like all the other female occupants of the carriage.

Your eyes immediately go to Brienne's chest. Out of all your cartetakers, she has - by far - the largest pair of breasts. They are enormous; definitely the biggest ones you've ever seen. You feel your member press against the front of your diapers once more.

Lady Brienne notices the bulge in your padding, and she chuckles. She traces a finger along her bust, and she mutters sensually "Do you like these, Brynden?"

You vigorously nod your head, causing Lady Brienne and the other ladies to giggle. Margaery and Talisa have been clinging to your arms for the last few minutes. Without warning, the queens let go and playfully push you towards the female knight, who catches you and holds you close. You slowly wrap your arms around her and hug her.

"We have had Brynden to ourselves for the whole evening," Talisa remarks, sneaking a pat on your diapered behind, "It is only fair that you have some time with him, as well, Lady Brienne."

"Thank you very much, Your Grace," the blonde tells the Queen of the North, embracing you and rubbing your back gently, "I was looking forward to this all throughout the siege."

Right now, your head is firmly planted between Lady Brienne's breasts. Up close, they are even bigger than you thought. You jokingly think that perhaps you might actually suffocate in them. That would not be an unpleasant way to die, you think. But, of course, you are not ready to die for quite a while. As you now, you have six reasons to live, and all of them are in this carriage.

As Lady Brienne continues cuddling you, you gawk at her bosom. You feel an overwhelming desire to grope her breasts. Normally, you would be able to restrain yourself. But the combination of being in an enclosed space, being surrounded by six gorgeous half-naked women, being thickly diapered, and being denied sexual release for the last six hours has substantially weakened your will power.

You unwrap your arms from around Lady Brienne's waist, and you slowly lift your hands up to her chest. You take ahold of one of her breasts in each hand, and you begin to squeeze them softly. She promptly lets out a gasp. This gasp sounds as though she is both surpirsed and excited by this daring action of yours.

She does nothing to stop your fondling. Nor do the other women. They just let you enjoy yourself.

"You are getting quite bold, Brynden," Lady Brienne mutters, warmly and sternly at the same time, "I do not mind if you touch and caress my chest, but next time, please ASK first."

You immediately let go of her breasts, gaze up at the tall woman, and say apologetically "I am sorry if I bothered you, milady."

"It is alright; you did not," she assures you, placing a loving kiss on your forehead, "However, first, you must learn a lesson. So..."