Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Terms - Part 4 - Tywin x Reader

"Are you afraid of me..........?" Tywin asked, as he pulled away from his new bride. (Y/n), just as the day he had presented her with his terms, not kissing him back when he placed his lips to hers.

"Is that what you want........? For me to be scared of you, to cower at your mere presence..........? If it is, I must inform you, my lord Hand, that you married the wrong Stark." The new lady Lannister retorted, as she backed away.

"And I may be your wife, now; but that does not mean that I will just bow to your every command. I am a wolf of Winterfell. I am my father's daughter; and unlike your daughter, I was taught how to rule, how to fight and protect myself. So, if you somehow do defeat my brother, I assure you that I will not be just some simple, mindless puppet that you can threaten, that you can manipulate. Now........" She continued, as she backed away a little further.

"We both know what is supposed to happen, what you want me to do; so, shall we get this over with......" (Y/n) moving the nightgown from her shoulders and letting the pale material pool around her feet. Tywin feeling his body react to the sight of his now naked wife. The she-wolf even more perfect than he could ever have imagined.

Even if Jaime had not taken the oath of a Kingsguard, Tywin would still not have changed this; he would not have allowed him to wed the young woman. From the moment that he had returned to Kings Landing and seen the eldest child of Ned Stark, he had found himself drawn to her. Feeling things that he had not felt since his wife had been taken from him by his own son. It not just her beauty that aroused him, but her intelligence had also intrigued him. (Y/n) so very different to his own daughter. And it had been then that he had begun to formulate his plan to have her as his wife. To know and understand the woman in every way possible; and though he knew that there would be no love involved in this exchange. That the marriage was, as far as (Y/n) was concerned, so that the Lannisters......the crown would be able to control the north if Robb was unsuccessful, even Tywin had not expected her to be quite so cold. Yet he was not about to give up on the opportunity to bed what was now his. Tywin coming to stand before her; his fingers touching her cheek, before they slowly crept down her neck and then to her chest. The she-wolf stiffening slightly, as his thumb brushed over her nipple; her body reacting even though she didn't want it to. It not just the sensation in her breast, that his touch was causing, but the heat in her belly that had moved down to her womanhood. She doing all she could not to whimper as the feeling only increased when his lips found the hardened nub. To not grip at his head and draw him closer, preventing him stopping what he was doing to her.

She hated him, she had to remember that. Tywin was just trying to use her; and as soon as her brother beat the Lannister, Baratheon forces, she would gladly see her husband's head, taken from his body.

Suddenly she gasped as she was pushed back onto the bed. Her fingers gripping at the sheet below her, as Tywin's form loomed above her; his robe falling to the floor to reveal that he was more than ready to ensure that he did his duty as her new husband. More than ready to try and ensure that she would be carrying his next child, very soon. (Y/n)'s head dropping further back into the mattress as the old lion dropped to his knees before her and manoeuvred her legs up over his shoulders. A genuine smile making its way onto Tywin's lips as he caught sight of his bride's arousal glistening on her soft, untouched flesh; for even though she may be cold towards him, it was obvious that her body, was anything but. He letting out a moan as his tongue lapped up the sweet arousal from her delicate inner thighs, before moving to her womanhood. The taste of her, more wonderful than anything he had had in his life. And the fact that he could now hear her panting, made the whole thing even better. The patriarch of the lions, licking one of his fingers, before slowly, carefully pushing it inside his wife. (Y/n)'s back arching, her grip on the material below her, becoming tighter, as she felt his finger begin to move in and out of her. The sensation like nothing she had ever felt before; and despite herself, she had to moan. The movement of his finger, his tongue, making her body grow warm. (Y/n) not able to stop herself, her mind no longer in control; her primal needs and wants now at the fore, as yet another moan passed her lips. Tywin wanting to continue, wanting to carry on exciting her; wanting to see how much more she could take before she surrendered and began to beg him for everything he could give her; to completely make her, his. But his own body could wait no longer; his cock aching to be touched by the she-wolf, to find itself sheathed in her maiden flower. To discover how tight, how wet she really was. The old lion tasting her one more time, before he got to his feet, her legs still over his shoulders. Tywin taking himself in hand, stroking his cock a few times, before positioning himself and carefully inching into his wide eyed, beautiful, moaning bride.