Lancel Lannister Imagines

In The Garden P4

Y/n's response sent a shiver of desire through Lancel, and he had to take a deep breath to remain composed. "I... I do want that," he confessed, his voice a low, ragged whisper. "I want you to bind me, blindfold me, and leave me at your mercy, your toy at your disposal. I want you to drive me half mad with your teasing and your touch, until I would do anything for just a moment of pleasure."

"what about... Exhibitionism?" She whispered

Lancel's eyebrows shot up at her question, surprise and arousal warring within him. The thought of being intimate with her in front of others, of being exposed and vulnerable in that way, was both arousing and terrifying. "Exhibitionism?" he repeated, his voice a little hoarse. "You... You'd want to be intimate with me in public?"

"lancel, we are to be a lord and lady. Our intimacy will not really be a secret. Guards, advisors, court people will know of our intimacy. Even discounting the bedding ceremony. I wonder if perhaps you'd like to have people see you like that, if perhaps some humiliation would add to your thrills. Perhaps... Having to pay attention to court people while your lady wife touches you under the table? Perhaps being pleasured on the balcony of our chambers so anyone may see you? Perhaps leaving our chambers door open a crack so others may hear your moans and begs"

Lancel's mind reeled as she spoke, her words painting a vivid picture of such intimate moments in public. His body responded to her words immediately, his arousal growing with each scenario she painted. "I... I didn't think I would be into that," he admitted, his voice a rough whisper. "But the way you describe it... I find myself very much intrigued. Especially that last one, the thought of you pleasuring me while others could hear... Gods..."

"we don't have to do anything you don't want to Lancel if you try it and don't like it that's alright we don't have to do it"

Lancel felt a surge of gratitude at her words, her concern for his comfort and boundaries making him love her even more than he already did. "I... I want to try it," he confessed, his voice a low, ragged whisper. "Everything you've suggested... I want to experience it with you, even if just once. I trust you, my lady. And I trust that you would stop if I asked you to."

she smiled and glanced around the gardens checking they where alone, before she met him eyes and bit her lip a little "humm... Does my little lion want to tell me what this is?" She seductively whispered her hands settling on his thigh sliding high until it met the obvious tent in his breeches

Lancel's breath hitched as her hand slid up his thigh, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He bit his own lip, his body trembling as her fingers grazed the obvious bulge in his breeches. He shuddered, his voice a rough whisper. "Y-yes. That's... that's for you, my lady."

"for me?" She cooed "humm an engagement present is it?" She softly began to rub circles over his erection,

Lancel leaned back on the bench, his breath coming in ragged gasps as her soft touch sent waves of pleasure pulsing through him. He swallowed hard, his mind going a little fuzzy as she teased him through his clothes. "Yes," he managed to choke out, his voice rough and guttural. "An... an engagement present, just for you."

"may I look at it?" She whispered

Lancel's heart skipped a beat at her words, his breath catching in his throat. The thought of her looking at him, of her seeing his arousal in all its fullness, was both thrilling and a little terrifying. He met her eyes, his own dark with desire. He could only nod, his ability to speak failing him in that moment.

she giggled and pulled her hand away glancing around again checking they where alone and smiling at him waiting for him

Lancel's heart pounded in his chest as her hand moved away from him, leaving him aching for her touch. He glanced around the garden, confirming they were alone, before looking back at her with a mix of vulnerability and desire in his eyes. "I... I don't know why I'm so nervous," he whispered, his voice a little shaky. "But I want you to see me, my lady. I want you to see what you do to me."