Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

In the heat of the night - Part 3 - Petyr x Reader

Petyr was sure that the whole of Kings Landing must be able to hear him. That even from their lofty position, the sounds of his lust filled moans and groans must be audible to anyone unfortunate enough not be able to rest. Yet he didn't care. He didn't care if Robert and every Baratheon bannerman heard what was going on. He didn't even care that at any moment, someone could find he and (Y/n) together. All that mattered was that he finally had what he had been craving. That with every thrust he and (Y/n) were closer to their exquisite highs. The sounds of her begging him not to stop, as he pushed her up against the wall. Her legs wrapped firmly around him, as her fingers gripped into his shoulders, filling his senses as he lost himself in her. The whoremonger, for the first time in a very long time, letting down his walls and showing (Y/n) the men that lay beneath the calculating façade.

Her body was proving to be more than she had promised. The feel of her. The taste of her, was intoxicating. Addictive. And Petyr knew that this single liaison would not be enough to quench his desire. To sate his appetite. Now he had tasted the forbidden fruit, he wanted more. He wanted all of it. And he never wanted to be denied again.

If this had been anyone else, there would probably have been an ulterior motive to what he was doing. He would be able to use the liaison to his advantage later. Use this to gain knowledge that could prove useful to him. Yet with (Y/n), he knew that wasn't the case. That for maybe perhaps the first time in his whole life, this was real. He didn't want anything from this, but her.

As soon as he had heard that she was asking about him, he was already making his own enquiries about her. He had discovered about her not so stellar relationship with Renly. That she had been happy to have time away from the youngest of her older brothers. That the Lord of Storm's End viewed her as wicked and cunning. Information that had made Petyr want her all the more. And now that he had her. He wanted to keep her.

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"Petyr......please.......don't stop!" (Y/n) gasped as the two now found themselves on the floor. Their sweat soaked bodies resting on their discarded clothes. Petyr smiling down at her as he buried himself inside her yet again. Her nails clawing at the flesh of his back, as he filled her perfectly.

This was more than (Y/n) could ever have hoped for. More than she had certainly expected when she had escaped the confines of her stifling room. When she had made her way up the many stairs to the highest point of the great Keep. She had hoped to be on her own, away for her brother and the ever watchful eyes of not only the Baratheon bannermen, but also Tywin Lannister and Lord Varys. All of them far more interested in her comings and goings than they should have been. The result being that it was not only the heat that was sometimes oppressive in the castle.

At Storm's End with Renly, she had had much more freedom. She had been able to roam as she pleased. To do as she pleased. Though she did put that down to Renly not really caring. The two siblings having an unspoken agreement that if Renly kept out of her business, then she would keep out of his. Especially when Loras Tyrell came calling. The brother and sister never really seeing eye to eye at the best of the times. (Y/n) always referring to Renly as weak and pathetic. A shadow of what a stag should be. And Renly always referring to her as a cunning, cold and calculating woman. Too charming and smart for her own, or anyone else's good. A description that (Y/n) had always taken more as a compliment than anything else. Yet here, the fact that she was followed on her brother's orders, morning and night. That she had heard rumours that the old lion was still trying to talk his oldest son into foregoing the Kingsguard oath and look to her as the next lady of Casterly Rock, was too much. She knew that unlike Renly, Robert cared for her a great deal, and she appreciated the king for that. But at heart she was a free spirit. Used to doing and getting, whatever she wanted. And as soon as she had arrived in Kings Landing, she knew that she wanted her brother's Master of Coin. It was that just until this moment, it had proved annoyingly impossible to get him alone.

She had made it her business to find out as much as she could about the whoremonger from that very first moment that Robert had introduced them. He had intrigued her. There was something wonderfully wicked in his deep green eyes. Something in that thin smile, that she wanted to know more about. He had an air about him that she couldn't deny that she found exciting. But when she found out about his true nature. About his character. She had to admit that it only made her want him more. There was something about dangerous men, bad men, intelligent men, that had always thrilled her. He was as cool and calculating as she was. He had ulterior motives for most of the things that he ever said or did. But even if this moment proved to later be one of the whoremonger's little schemes, (Y/n) didn't care. The feel of his body buried deep inside her was too wonderful to regret. Too sinful and forbidden to think about anything else. Yet if it came down to it, as good a player of the game as Petyr was. And even though as Varys had informed her, Petyr was in fact little more than a grasper from a minor House, who had a very great skill at befriending and ultimately manoeuvring powerful people. (Y/n) knew that she was just as good as he was. That the stakes she played for, were just as high as his. That she had the advantage of being the king's sister. She had the advantage of being a Baratheon. And those things were something that she knew how to use to her benefit. And she would win. Yet as he spoke sweet words into her ear. As his body moved with hers. As the sweat from his brow dripped down between her breasts. She strangely knew that that was not the case. That this was truly something more than an opportunity to advance his own ends. That for once, the unpredictable, ruthless and deceitful manipulator wanted nothing other than to be with her. And in turn, she wanted nothing more than to be with him.

"(Y/n)......." Petyr suddenly grunted out. His thrusts growing careless as the feeling of his exquisite high took over his body. (Y/n) crying out his name in reply as she reached her own euphoric release. The feel of his warm seed inside her sending her mind reeling as fell over her. The Master of Coin and doe panting and gasping deeply at the warm air, as their heated bodies pressed against one another.

"I....I love you, (Y/n). I want you to be mine." Petyr hesitantly admitted, as he moved to (Y/n)'s side and took her into his arms. The whoremonger brushing the sweat from his lover's brow as she looked up at him. The doe smiling broadly as she saw no hint of insincerity in his eyes. Sure, that he meant every word. Her lips softly kissing his as she told him that she loved him in return. That she had no desire to be anyone else's but his.

"What do we do now?" Petyr enquired, as the two turned their attention to the vast night sky that covered them in its dark blanket.

"Now my love, we show everyone else how the game is truly played. We show them what a doe and a mockingbird can do when they come together. We show them what it is to win." (Y/n) replied. Petyr unable to stop himself from smiling as he saw the wicked twinkle in his lady's eyes. The Master of Coin knowing that from now on, he wouldn't be alone, and Varys, the Lannisters, the Stark's and anyone else that dare to cross him, would find that they got more than they bargained for. And all that, thanks to the heat of the night.