House of the Dragon. Imagines and One Shots

Reward - Part 9 - Tyland x Jason x Reader

"My lady, I don't think.........." Tyland stopping speaking as he felt the princess take him in her hand and begin to stroke him firmly. His protests that this was not the time or the place for such things, and especially not when his brother was sitting in the same room, gone; to be replaced by a deep growl, as she pushed him against her womanhood.

"As I said, Lord Lannister, stay or go, I do not care. You must remember who my uncle is; I am sure that he has done far more in front of many more people, than what I am about to do now........" (Y/n) continued, before she positioned herself over Tyland, and sunk down on him. The pair gasping, Tyland digging his fingers into her hips as (Y/n)'s hands gripped at the back of her husband's chair, before she began to move. Her breath become shallow as she felt him move in and out of her.

"Oh, Tyland......you......you feel so good........." The dragon moaned, really not caring it if her good-brother was still there. In fact, she hoped that he was. She hoped he stayed and watched everything, so then he would see that she was happy to have been wedded to Tyland; that she was happy that it was Tyland and not him. The princess not caring that the younger twin did not have the family titles. (Y/n) doubting that the proud, arrogant Jason would have treated her half as well as Tyland had. That instead of being a loved wife, she would just be another status symbol for him to parade around. A smile coming to her lips, as she saw her husband's face; saw that he no longer cared if his twin was there or not, for all he could see, all he cared about, was that his beautiful new bride had come to his office in order so that she could fuck him again. The Master of Ships sure that no other wife would have done such a thing for him; sure, that Johanna had never thought to do such a thing for Jason. Tyland moving his hands from the dragon princess' hips so that he could raise her skirts and see himself move in and out of her, as she continued to ride him as though he were one of the stallions in the royal stables. The younger son of Ceira Lannister, letting out a lewd, throaty moan, as he watched himself disappear into his bride, over and over again. A more wonderful sight he knew did not exist in the whole of Westeros.

"Fuck......you are perfect. The way you feel........" Tyland managed to say. His eyes growing wider, as (Y/n) pulled at the silken cord that held together her bodice; letting it fall apart, so that he could see the bounce of her bosom with her every movement. Tyland now having completely forgotten about his twin being there at all, as he placed a finger in (Y/n)'s mouth. Moaning even more, as she sucked on it; as she twisted her tongue around it, before releasing it so that her husband could move it between her legs and rub it over her sensitive bud. Tyland's smile getting broader, as the stimulation made her squirm atop him. As it made her drop her head to his shoulder and whisper, still loud enough for Jason to hear, into his ear about how she wanted him to make her cum. How she would make him cum.

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Jason had been enjoying letting his jealousy out, before the princess had come into the room. Of course, he was not about to come out and admit that he was envious of his brother. He was, after all, the Lord of Casterly Rock, and Warden of the West, so how could he possibly be envious of his twin. It not as if it had been a match that was sought out by the beauteous Targaryen; by the young woman that put her older sister, Rhaenyra, to shame. Jason believing that the match had been forced on (Y/n) and she was doing what she must out of duty, not because she cared anything for Tyland. But here and now, as he listened to the princess say that she was going to have what she wanted whether he was there or not, and then doing as she promised. Jason, despite knowing that he probably shouldn't, unable to stop himself from watching as the oldest daughter of Queen Alicent stayed true to her word and began to fuck his brother; couldn't help but think that perhaps the match wasn't as unwanted by the female dragon as he had wanted to believe. The head of House Lannister feeling the jealousy now mix with arousal, as he continued to watch the princess move up and down on his brother. Jason wishing that he could see more; that he could be seeing and feeling what his twin was at that moment. His questioned from earlier now needing now answer. Yet in this case it was the dragon that was riding Tyland and not the other way around. The older twin finding his hand moving over his crotch, as his stiff cock begged for attention. The moans and groans coming from the pair in the chair only making the situation worse. Jason watching as the princess suddenly squirmed atop his brother, before she dropped her head to Tyland's shoulder and began to tell him what she wanted him to do to make her cum; and what she would do for him in return. Jason quickly getting to his feet, unable to stay any longer, unable to just watch and do nothing. The Lord of Casterly Rock making his way to the door as the room filled with lewder sounds. Jason briefly turning before he moved out of the room, to find that the lady had moved from her husband's lap to be bent over the desk; her skirts up around her, as Tyland gave her what she wanted, what she had begged for. A large smile creeping across her lips, as she looked at the Lord, before he left the room. The door closed firmly behind him.