The she-wolf and the lion

Chapter 17 - the heir and the spare

After the jousting, Lyra lets Daemon ride with his father as she watches. They ride two laps around the yard before they ride back and the waiting smiling Bronn lifts Daemon off the horse and holds on to the reins as Jaime dismounts the large war horse with all the vigor befitting a man his age and strength.

He hands the reins to his other square and tells him to take care of the horse.
"Bronn, can you take care of our son for us while his lady mother helps me wash?" Jaime asks.
"Yes, sir", Bronn says, holding the boy on his hip. "Come, little lion, let's go watch them take care of your father's horse and then get something to eat."
"Yes, daddy horse and then eat", Daemon agrees.
"See you later, have fun", Lyra says, waving to her son.

Jaime put an arm around Lyra's waist and they walk to their chamber. Lyra nuzzles up to Jaime, not caring that she gets showered in his sweat.
"Mm, you smell so good, sweat, horse, leather and my Jaime", Lyra says, sniffing him and humming with pleasure as she smells him.
"Have them bring me water and some scented oils, wash me yourself, and then make love to me, I want you on top of me, ride me hard, as hard as you watched me ride", Jaime says.
"Yes, my love", Lyra says, turning to one of the chambermaids. "Bring hot water and scented oils for my lord husband, I'll wash him myself."
"Yes, lady Lannister", the servant girl says.
"Make love to me in the tub", Jaime says.
"I'd love to", Lyra says, helping Jaime out of his armor and sweaty clothes.
"Send for my cousin Lancel to take care of my armor, he's my second squire", Jaime says.
"Yes, my love", Lyra says, going to tell one of house guards to bring Lancel to take care of his cousin and lord's armor.

There's a knock on the door after ten minutes.
"Lord Lancel is here to take care of lord Jaime's armor", the servant says.
"Let him in", Jaime says.

Lancel walks in to his cousin's chambers, seeing his cousin lay naked in the bathtub, being gently washed by his lady wife, his manhood hard in his hand and raised through the water in the tub.
"Cousin, I'm here to take care of your armor as you asked, what needs to be done?" Lancel asks.
"Wash and polish it and have it brought back here", Jaime says. "Lyra, my love, get in to the tub with me, let me cum in your sweet mouth and then give me that tight sweet pussy of yours, ride me hard and after I've cum twice in your pussy, I want your ass."
"All my holes are just for you, will you be able to cum that many times in me?" Lyra asks.
"With you, I can cum as many times as you want me to", Jaime says.
"The benefits of having a young lover", Lyra says.
"I can give you lots of seed and many strong children, until my cock falls off from all our hard wild lovemaking", Jaime says.

Lyra gets in to the tub with Jaime and starts sucking his cock, he spills his seed in her mouth and she swallows eagerly and gets on top of him, helping him to enter her tight warm pussy.
"Ride me, baby", Jaime moans.

Lyra rides Jaime hard, feeling him filling her up, pumping her hard, she tugs on his chest hair, moaning loud.

When Jaime has filled her pussy up with his cum, he flips her over and shoves his cock balls deep inside her tight ass.
"Ah, Jaime, easy, you're gonna split me", Lyra moans.
"You're mine, I do with you as I wish", Jaime says roughly, fucking Lyra's ass hard and fast.
"Jaime, please, it hurts", Lyra begs.

Jaime pulls out of Lyra's ass, grabbing a washcloth and cleans himself up before wrapping Lyra in to his arms and holds her against his chest.
"Let's rest a bit and then I can give you another round, gently", Jaime says, holding Lyra against him, gently kissing Lyra's hair.
"Thank you, yes, be gentle with me", Lyra says, nuzzling Jaime's chest.
"Then I will", Jaime says. "I will be gentle with you and I will give you another son."
"The heir and the spare", Lyra says and she and Jaime giggle.
"Oh no, a second child will be our heir just as much as Daemon is our heir", Jaime says, kissing Lyra's lips.
"I'm glad you feel that way", Lyra says.
"They would both be born of my blood and seed, of our blood and seed, so of course both are my heirs, our heirs, our cubs", Jaime says.
"Your sister would lose her wits if you gave me another son", Lyra says.
"Well, my sister can't have my seed and I wouldn't have given it to her even if she really begged for it", Jaime says lightly. "You though, baby...you can have as much of my seed as you want, my seed is all for you.
"She really wanted it though, didn't she?" Lyra asks.
"She did, but I always turned her down and since father knew what she wanted with me, that she wanted me as her lover as well as her brother, he made sure to keeps guards on our doors to keep her from trying anything with me", Jaime says. "Especially since I was already promised to you, then he made sure that my sister couldn't muck that arrangement up."
"When were you promised to me?" Lyra asks.
"I've been promised to you since I was 9", Jaime says. "Our fathers wanted our houses joined all along."
"And neither of us even knew about it until you were 16", Lyra says.
"Our fathers are cleaver men", Jaime says.
"That they are", Lyra says.
"Your father knew that you always wanted me and the other way around and always hid it from you, just like mine always hid it from me, until we confessed to them that we loved each other and that we wanted each other, then they pretended that they didn't want anything to do with such ideas, while they were actually celebrating it and without revealing that it was their plan all along, they let us marry", Jaime says.

A couple weeks later, Lyra sits in the great hall with Daemon and Bronn, sharing some small ale with the former sell sword when Jaime walks in from their chambers, golden hair messed from sleep.
"Jaime, my love, there's something I must tell you", Lyra says.
"What's that, my love?" Jaime asks.
"I haven't bled for two moons, my love", Lyra says. "The maester believes that I'm with child again."
"With child?" Jaime asks.
"Yes, I will know for sure within the next moon", Lyra says.
"How far along does the maester think you are?"!Jaime asks.
"The maester think I'm about two or three months along", Lyra says.
"Does he know yet what we're having this time?"!Jaime asks.
"Not yet", Lyra says.
"Does he at least have a guess what we're having?" Jaime asks.
"He said he thought it was a second son, but he was not entirely sure yet", Lyra says.
"The heir and the spare", Jaime says and they both laugh lightly at his jest.
"What do you hope that we're having this time?" Lyra says.
"I'm happy as long as the child and you are both healthy", Jaime says.
"But what do you hope for, my love, if you had to choose?" Lyra asks.
"I hope it's another boy, but I would be just as happy for a daughter, as long as the child is healthy, and as long as you are healthy", Jaime says.
"It would be nice to have another son, if for nothing other than to antagonize your sweet sister", Lyra says and Jaime chuckles.