The she-wolf and the lion

Chapter 96 - the morning after

The morning after the wedding of Prince Jaehaerys of houses Targaryen and Stark and his cousin bride, princess Jariella of houses Lannister and Stark, they break the fast together with their families, King Rheagar, Queen Brianna, prince Aegon, lord Tyrion, lady Lyra, lord Jaime, lord Daemon, lord Gerion and Maester Craylen in the great hall of the Red Keep.
"Good morning, your grace, your majesty, father, mother, brother, brother, prince Aegon", princess Jariella says, smiling sweetly to each member of her family.
"Good morning, sister", prince Aegon says with a sweet smile.
"Lord Lannister, I need another daughter from your body for my second son", king Rhaegar says, still blind drunk from the night before.
"I'll do my best to plant one in my lady wife's garden, your grace, I fertilize her garden often in the hopes of growing something", Jaime says lightly, not taking note of the king's bluntness.
"Good man", king Rhaegar slurs, downing four cups of wine in minutes.
"Your majesty, perhaps you should take it easy with the wine", Tyrion says lightly.

King Rhaegar mumbles something incoherently, putting down the goblet. Jaime and Lyra look at each other, perhaps they should excuse themselves.
"Your grace, excuse us", Jaime says, getting up from the table, offering first his hand and then his arm to his lady wife.

As they leave the great hall, Jaime puts a protective arm around his wife's waist and she cuddles up to him. They go to lay down on the big bed in their chambers. They start undressing each other, kissing eagerly, clawing at each other.
"Jaime, I want you, make love to me, give me a baby, Jaime, I want you to make me pregnant", Lyra moans, clawing at his back, moving her hands over his naked body, from his thick golden hair, to his neck, down over his back, stopping right above his ass.
"Grab me, grab my ass", Jaime sighs.

Lyra moves her hands down to his ass, touching the smooth cheeks, running her fingers carefully in between his cheeks, rubbing the puckered opening but not putting the finger inside him, even though he clearly shows that's what he wants her to do.

Jaime moans, moving eagerly inside his wife's still tight opening.
"Spill your seed inside me, Jaime, cum inside me, oh please, ahh, oh god, oh Jaime, I'm coming", Lyra moans, coming hard and seconds after, Jaime follows.

Jaime stays still inside his lady wife as he's spilled his seed inside her, staying still until he feels himself grow soft and slip out of his wife's warm wetness. He holds her to him, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead as she drifts off to sleep for bit.
"Sleep, my love", Jaime whispers against his wife's hair.
"I love you, Jaime", Lyra mumbles against his hairy chest.
"I love you too, my beautiful Lyra", Jaime says, holding her in his arms as she sleeps after the gentle lovemaking.

Without waking his wife, Jaime gets out of the bed, standing naked as his name day, his large manhood twitching as he looks over at the bed and sees his wife sleeping naked in the big bed, laying on her stomach, covers having slipped down a bit, now only covering her legs and feet, showing him her breast from the side, her ass and her swollen, dripping wet genitalia from behind.
"Bring food and wine for me and my lady wife", Jaime says, making himself wide in the doorway to make it harder for anyone to see the bed.

When he's ordered the servants to bring food, he shuts the door and walks like a stalking lion back to the bed and mounts his lady wife from behind like an animal, forcing himself inside his wife's swollen pulsing wet pussy.

Lyra whimpers as she feels Jaime enter her, moving roughly inside his wife. When he's spilled his seed inside his wife's wet warm pussy, Jaime forces himself inside Lyra's ass, fucking her at a punishing pace, hearing Lyra's whimper and the low "please, no", sets Jaime off and he finds his release with a roar.
"It's alright, it's just me, it's just your Jaime", Jaime whispers lightly.
"Jaime...more, please", Lyra whimpers, making Jaime realize that the "please, no" was just Lyra having a bad dream, perhaps dreaming of being assaulted or something equally awful.

Jaime grab the gift he had made for her, the special toy especially made for Lyra, the replica of his own manhood, made from an anatomically identical drawing made by Lyra after a particularly passionate night between them at Casterly Rock.

He shoves it inside her wet swollen now aching pussy as he resumes fucking her ass roughly.
"Jaime, oh Jaime, you're gonna make me cum", Lyra moans, rubbing herself against the replica of him, coming at the same time as she feels him filling her ass with his seed.