Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

The old lion and the doe - Part 3 - Tywin x Reader

"Well, thank the gods for that. I was beginning to get a little worried about you. I was starting to think that you might have gotten to an age where things in that area got a little, hmmmmmm, soft shall we say. That something might be a little lacking. That all your bravado about being able to do things that could turn a younger woman's head, was just that, bravado. But it would appear that my fears were unfounded. It would appear that the old lion can still roar. And all it took, was me taking a comfortable seat. If I had known earlier that that was all it would take to make the lion stand to attention, I would have done it much sooner." (Y/n) chuckled, as she moved again. Tywin growing harder by the moment. His cock pushing at the inside of his finely tailored breeches. A low moan, that sounded almost like a growl coming up from the pit of his stomach, as (Y/n) brushed her hand over his beard. His grip on her tightening, as she snuggled a little further into his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.

"But, it is one thing being able to get it, and another thing to be able to use it. Tell me, Tywin, can you use that weapon of yours?" (Y/n) continued. A moaning gasp leaving her lips, as the old lion pushed his hand up her skirts. His fingers gently caressing her skin, as they made their way up the inside of her thigh. The doe's nails digging into his shoulders as the roaming hands finally found its way to the prize.

"You should not tease me, young lady. You might get more than you planned for." Tywin whispered into her ear, as his fingers began to caress her heated womanhood. As fingers found their way inside of her. (Y/n) unable to stop herself from lewdly moaning as they moved in and out of her.

"Oh, you have no idea what I plan for, Tywin. Though I do plan to have slightly more inside of me than what I have at the moment. And where better than here..............." The doe managed to say, as she reached up her skirts and grabbed Tywin's hand. Spurring the older man on. Her eyes not seeing the look on Tywin's face, as her eyes fluttered shut.

"You want us to do it here?! What if we are seen...........?"

"What? Are you scared? The mighty lion! So what if we are seen? You are the Hand of the King. The power behind the throne. I am a Baratheon. What if a bannerman does come across us? Someone else? What can they say.........? They tell my uncle.......? He really has no room to complain to either of us. He is a man that the whole of the Seven Kingdoms knows, prefers the company of whores to his own wife. And I am sure that whatever he does with those women, is far worse than what I want us to do. So, Tywin Lannister. If you really want me, take me now. Take me here. Take me like a lion. Make me cower at your roar. Make me yours." (Y/n) hummed in reply. The doe moving from the Lannister patriarch's lap, so that she could hitch up her skirts and straddle him. Tywin pulling at the strings of her gown, so that the exquisite material fell away from a pair of even more exquisite breasts. His teeth nipping; his tongue licking at the hardened nibs, as he desperately pulled at his breeches. (Y/n) gasping as she finally felt the older man push himself inside her. Tywin moaning, as he felt himself sheathed in her warmth. His hands gripping at her backside, as he helped his doe rise and fall. As he buried himself deeper and deeper inside her with every one of those falls. (Y/n)'s hands almost tearing at the heavy material of his elaborate coat. Tearing at the material of his shirt to get to the skin beneath. Tywin smiling, he heard her beg him not to stop. As she told him that she was his. That she wanted him to take her. The old lion determined to give the doe exactly what he had promised. To give (Y/n) exactly what she wanted. To finally make the glorious doe, his. 

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"Marry me?" Tywin asked, as he finally managed to speak. The old lion holding the doe close, as they recovered from their glorious highs. (Y/n) having screamed out his name, as his seed had spilled inside her.

"And what would your children say? My uncle.............?"

"I don't care what my children have to say. If I wish to have a new bride, I will have a new bride. And I will also have more children. Children that this time I can be proud of. Children that do not go out of their way to bring shame on the Lannister name, at every turn. And damn your uncle. I will not let him deny me what I want..............."

"Now, that is the lion that I wanted to see. The lion that I wanted to hear roar. The man that can call me his. So, to cement our alliance a little further, why don't you take me back to the Tower of the Hand, and we can get a little more comfortable?" (Y/n) interjected. Her forehead placed against that of her lovers.

"And then. Once you have proved to me again just why I should marry you. We should go and give your children the good news. Give my uncle the news. Tell the whole of the Seven Kingdoms that there is a Lannister wedding to be planned. That the great old lion will soon have new heirs that will carry on his name for generations to come." The doe continued, as she finally rose from Tywin's lap. A surprised squeal leaving her lips, as Tywin took her into his arms and raised her into the air. The old lion ignoring to confused and curious stares of the inhabitants of the Keep, as he carried his prize to his rooms. Tywin more than happy to cement their alliance again. In any way that the doe wished.