Untouched Gold / Tywin Lannister / Avalon Targaryen (1)

14. Torment

Rhaegar was wed, Elia was pregnant, it was a joyous day for everyone. Rhaegar smiled back at Elia. Avalon wished he had the chance at love like she was getting with Tywin but he seemed happy. Love grew. That was Avalon's hope. 

'We are missing the birth tourney, Elia's labors began and Aerys still has that stupid tradition, a previous King, king Viserys did it and his wife died and I think the tradition is stupid.'' Avalon informed him. "Just for future reference."

"You planning on having kids?" Tywin pondered.  

"Dont like tourneys when Rhaegar isnt competing." Avalon offered. "What about you my dear, what do you want?"

''I don't want a tourney I just want you.' Tywin assured hands wrapping around her.

Avalon nodded eagerly in response as his lips meet her, his hand traveling up her spine and cradling the back of her neck. The kiss was passionate, full of heat and lust. He parted her lips with his tongue, exploring her. He kissed her jawline, down her neck, the tops of her tits, then returned to her mouth again. 

Tywin used his other hand to push her knees apart and she spread her legs wide to let him stand between them. His free hand traveled up her bare leg, playing with the edge of the fabric all the way up to where the slit stops. He pressed his thumb into her hip, squeezing and kneading.

"I want you," he said in a raspy deep voice. "Right here." Her mind was frenzied, his words pour in and stilled her in this moment.

"I want you." Avalon echoed. 

"I need you, Avalon," he whispered close to her skin. She reached for his belt buckle, undoing it and his pants as quickly as she could as his fingers reached her panties, tugging at the edge of them. She squirmed under his touch. He pushed them to the side, his thumb rubbing circles over her clit.

"You're so wet," he said softly.

"Yes," she breathed her heart raced.

"Is that for me?" he teased kissing her neck and she tipped her head to the side giving him more room for his lips to wander.

"Yes," she said again, the only word she could manage. Something between a moan and a growl came from his throat. 

Suddenly, he dips down, taking a knee, pushing her dress back. She expected to feel his mouth on her in the same instant but when she opened her eyes and look down, he's staring at up at her.

"I love you, Avalon. One of these days I'm really going to make you mine." He groaned, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of her thigh. Then, he turns his sights to where his thumb was still stroking her, and he licked his lips. He flattened his tongue, pressing it against her. The sensation caused her to arch as she covered her mouth with her own hand holding back a whimpered plea for more. 

"Mmm," he said into her core and the vibrations sent a shock through her body.

"Tywin," she begged. 

 "Better than a tourney." Tywin assured hands running up and down her thighs as she rested her hands behind her pushing things off the desk as she arched, fingers gripping the desk, needing more leverage.

He pushed against her knees with his hands, urging her wider, to open for him. She did as he silently commanded, lying back against his desk. The tension building as her legs began to shake. His tongue worked ceaselessly. Unrelenting. She whimpered, legs shaking around his working tongue. 

"I'm going to- Tywin." she cried out through a breathy plea. But he stopped abruptly and stood. The lost sensation unravels the orgasm that was building. He took her hands in his and pulled her back up to a sitting position, then a standing one. He kissed her mouth again and again.

"Turn around," he whispered. So she lay flat against his Hand of the king desk, her legs spread. If she turned her head, she could barely see him as he pulled her dress up, exposing her ass. She watched him bite his lips, then she felt him against her.

He rubbed the tip of his dick over her, teasing her. She inched back against him, arching back, begging. He didn't give in to his own desires, still standing just far enough from Avalon to torment.

"What are you waiting for?" Avalon demanded, breathlessly.

"I like tormenting you as you torment me." Tywin mused. The tip of him pressed into her, then immediately backed out. "You should apologize... its distracting."

"Tywin," Avalon said through a laugh and plea but there was knock on the door. 

"Lord Hand-" was called through the door and they righted themselves. 

"Your fault, now we will both be tormented all day." Avalon remarked seriously. He pulled her closer and kissed her again she melted into his touch. "I love you Tywin."