The she-wolf and the lion

Chapter 11 - the lion's heir

When maester Creylen has left them alone, Bronn excuses himself and Lyra and Jaime lay down on their bed, gently holding each other. Lyra gets on top of Jaime and gently starts riding him.

They gently make love, slowly, holding each other close, keeping each other warm under the large elk pelt, the beautiful wedding gift from Bronn. Jaime finishes inside Lyra and pulls out of her, staying with the head of his manhood inside her until he grows soft and slipping out of her.

Lyra lays her head down on his chest, listening to Jaime's heartbeat slow down, feeling his rough pubic hair rub against her thigh as he adjusts himself under her.
"Mm, that feels good, I like feeling your pubic hair under me, rubbing against me like that", Lyra sighs against Jaime's chest.
"And I like feeling yours against me, I must say that it's a new feeling to me, I haven't had many women before you though, since I was only 19 years old when I became yours, but the few I'd had before you were hairless like extremely young girls", Jaime says. "I prefer having someone who actually knows how to handle a man, and who looks like an adult all over."
"And I definitely know how to handle you, my love", Lyra says, planting soft gentle kisses on Jaime's strong hairy chest.
"I know, you definitely know how to handle me, you've always known how to handle me, in and out of our bedchamber", Jaime says, moaning low in his throat, the sound of his low moans resonating against her lips resting against his skin.

Lyra moves her hand down between his legs, gently grabbing his large thick half erect manhood. She gently tugs on it, making his body shiver with desire and pleasure.
"Do you want me to help you cum again?" Lyra asks, taking a tighter hold on him.
"Yes, please", Jaime moans. "Ah fuck, that feels so good."
"Do you want me to suck on it, Jaime?" Lyra asks.
"Oh god, yes, ahh, just like that, mm, oh Lyra, fuck, that feels so fucking good", Jaime moans loudly as Lyra takes his large thick hard manhood in her soft warm mouth.

Lyra tugs on Jaime's pubic hair as she sucks his cock. Jaime pulls his fingers through her long soft glistening hair and tugs on it gently. Jaime moans low in his throat, sounding like the lion of his house.
"You're gonna make me cum, oh god, ah god, oh Lyra, oh fuck, that feels so good, oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum, oh oh ah oh god, ahh fuuuck!" Jaime roars, filling Lyra's warm soft mouth with his creamy load.

When Jaime has finished in Lyra's mouth and has felt her swallowing his load, he has her taking his cock out of her mouth and he gives her a deep kiss, tasting himself on her lips, before getting up, naked as his name day, out of their big bed, his large manhood dangling half erect among the bush of damp coarse dark hair between his legs, goes to open the door and call out to one of his groomsmen.
"Bring me hot water, sandalwood oil, cardamom, cinnamon and atlas cedar oil, my lady wife will wash me herself", Jaime says to one of his groomsmen, not caring that anyone can see that he's naked and that his manhood is still half erect after his eager lovemaking with his wife.
"Yes, milord", the male servant says, a little surprised at seeing his master with his large manhood out in the free air.
"Jaime, come back to bed", Lyra says sleepily from their large bed where she lays naked before him.
"Make haste with the water and oils", Jaime says, closing the door behind him and getting back in to the bed where Lyra lays naked with her legs spread wide for him.
"Yes, milord", the male servant says, going to do his master's bidding, bringing him hot water and oils.

Jaime gets back in to the bed and lays down on his raised elbow, looking at his wife, now sleeping after their gentle lovemaking. Jaime kisses Lyra's brow and her eyes flicker open.
"Hey, can you wash me in a bit?" Jaime asks.
"Mmhm, can you ask the servants to bring us dinner?" Lyra asks.
"Yes, what would you like?" Jaime asks.
"Bread, fruit, cheese, roast beef, grilled chicken, fish and butter", Lyra says.
"Wine or ale?" Jaime asks.
"Wine", Lyra says.
"Yes, my love", Jaime says, getting up when there's a knock on the door.

The servants bring hot water and oils for Jaime and Lyra gets up out of bed and helps wash him.
"Bring us dinner", Jaime says, moaning with closed eyes as Lyra washes him.
"What would you like, m'lord?" The groomsman asks.
"Bread, fruit, cheese, roast beef, fish, butter and grilled chicken, we're having ale with the meal, but bring us wine as well", Jaime says, eyes closed with pleasure as Lyra scrubs him clean.
"Yes, m'lord", the groomsman says, leaving his master and mistress alone and going to bring them their meal.

Lyra puts on a silk robe and brings Jaime his own silk robe as he steps naked and glistening with water out of the tub and slips it on before going to the chamber pot in the corner to relieve himself before their dinner is brought to them.

Lyra combs out her hair and goes to use the chamber pot after her husband. There's a knock on the door and Jaime goes to open and the servants walk in with their food.
"Set it up for us, please, over there", Jaime says, pointing at the table in the corner.
"Yes, m'lord", the servants say, setting the table for the lord and lady.

Jaime holds his hand out to Lyra as the servants are done setting the table for them.
"Ale or wine, my love?" Jaime asks, offering to pour for her.
"Wine, please, beloved", Lyra says, watching Jaime pour for her as she sets up her plate. "You would have made an excellent cupbearer."
"In my youth, perhaps, but now I fear that I might be too old for it," Jaime says lightly.

Jaime pours himself a glass of ale and sets up his own plate. Lyra takes a bite of the food and sighs with pleasure, she tears off a piece of the still warm bread, fresh from the kitchen, and Jaime does the same.
"Maester Creylen will examine me again tomorrow", Lyra says. "To see how our baby is doing."
"Okay, good", Jaime says.

Lyra and Jaime finish their dinner and have their servants clear the table for them. They get ready for bed and get in under the thin covers and the elk pelt.
"What time is the maester coming to tend to you and the babe tomorrow?" Jaime asks.
"He's coming here at 9 tomorrow morning", Lyra says. "I want you at my side while he examines me."
"I will be at your side then, while he examines you and our child", Jaime says.

The next morning, 9 o'clock.

Jaime and Lyra sit in their chambers with Bronn when there's a knock on the door, Bronn gets up to open the door for maester Creylen who is there to examine Lyra.
"I'll excuse myself and go have my morning meal", Bronn says, bowing to the his lord and lady and lets the maester in.
"I'll call for you when maester Creylen has left us". Jaime says.
"Yes, m'lord", Bronn says, leaving to go get his breakfast.
"So, how is the baby doing? And how is the lady mother doing?" Maester Creylen asks.
"The baby is doing well and I'm doing well", Lyra says.
"Are you able to tell the sex of the baby?" Jaime asks.
"Yes, I'm able to tell the sex of your child, would you like to know what you're having?" Maester Creylen asks.
"Yes, please", Lyra and Jaime say as one.
"It's a little boy", maester Creylen says.
"Jaime, I can hardly believe it, I managed to give you a son", Lyra says.
"I would have been just as happy if we had a daughter, a daughter would have been my heir as well as a son would be my heir", Jaime says.