Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Terms - Part 7 - Tyrion x Bronn x Reader

Bronn sat in his chair, mouth agog and eyes wide, not able to believe what Tyrion had just told him.

"You and ya new mother.........?"

"Yes.......all night and then again this morning before she left to break the fast with her sister.........."

"Tha sister that's gonna be ya wife.........?"

"Yes Bronn, that sister..........." Tyrion sighed, rubbing his temples wishing he hadn't said anything, least of all to the sellsword.

"And...........?"

"And what...........?"

"How was she..........always thought that one would be a good fuck; can't blame ya father fa marryin her. Wouldn't be surprised if she was a biter.....definitely a scratcher. Bet she rides a cock like she rides a fuckin stallion.........."

"Bronn..........!"

"What.........?"

"Can you not.........."

"Why, ya tha one that started it. Can't tell a man ya fucked ya father's new wife and she wants ya ta give her a child and leave it at that.........." The sellsword finishing his drink, before refilling the glass once again and sitting back in his chair.

Tyrion shook his head, again wishing he had never said anything, but knowing that he was in to deep at this moment to turn back. That for some reason, he felt a little guilty for what he and (Y/n) had done, and speaking to Bronn about it, felt as though a little of that guilt had been taken from his shoulders, with the confession. Though the hint of guilt that was left, didn't mean that he would say no if the she-wolf came back to his chambers, that night. Tyrion well aware that he could never say no to (Y/n), not now anyway. Not now that he had tasted her, taken her.

She had been more beautiful than he had expected; his cock hardening the instant that her gown had fallen to the floor, and she had stood before him, as naked as the day that she had been born. Tyrion finding his mouth watering as he eyed her breasts, the hair that nestled between her legs. He still trying to comprehend all this, as he got down from his chair and made his way over to her. To comprehend that she not only wanted him to bed her, but to put a child in her belly; and not just that, but that she had also said that she had feelings for him, feelings that she didn't have for his father. That if she had been told that it was him, she was to marry, she would not have protested. The little lord stopping as he came to stand before her; his eyes never leaving her heaving bosom as he pulled his shirt from his body and threw to the floor atop her dress. Tyrion smiling before dropping to his knees and carefully pushing her legs apart so that he could move between them; he moaning loudly at the taste of her on his tongue, he sure that she was the sweetest thing that he had ever tasted. And the sounds that she made as he licked her sensitive little bud, only made him wants more. Her moans, whimpers, gasps, as she combed her fingers into his hair, pushing him to continue. The sloppy sound of him licking up her arousal, filling the room, before he moved his fingers inside her. Tyrion groaning as she gripped him tightly; her juices making their way over his chin and hand. The diminutive lion not stopping until she came, calling out his name and falling back into the chair behind her. Her legs shaking, her hands gripping to the arms of the chair, as she looked at him; her body beautifully flushed. But they weren't finished yet, she had wanted him to bed her, and bed her he would. Tyrion getting to his feet and offering her his hand; he escorting her to the bed. Stroking himself with his wet, arousal covered hand as she lay there, waiting for him; her legs open, just for him. The young lion needing no more of an invitation, he joining her on the mattress; positioning himself between her thighs, and his cock at her entrance, before slowly pushing his manhood inside her. The tightness of her taking his breath away as inch by inch he buried himself deeper, until all of him had been taken by her. Her nails digging into his back, as he began to move. His pace gradually picking up, until he was slamming into her with all his might, and she was taking him. Calling out his name, begging him not to stop; to fill her with his seed. And he had done just that. Filling her over and over again until they had both fallen to sleep in one another's arms, utterly exhausted. The next morning bringing with it more love making. (Y/n) proving that she was every inch a wolf; that she could take anything that a lion might give her. And gods, had she taken it. The thought of her riding him, just as Bronn had said, like he was some wide stallion that needed to be tamed, driving him mad. The image of it in his mind's eye; of how wild and untamed she herself had look, making his cock twitch in his breeches.

"So...........?" Tyrion moving in his chair and readjusting himself, before looking at the sellsword.

"The lady proved to be everything you have imagined, and more........but without the biting.....yet........" Tyrion finally replied.

"So, ya gonna do it again then.........? Not that I would say fuckin no, if she came ta me........."

"If that is what (Y/n) wants. My father had to leave this morning to deal with more issues with the north and her brother, so until his return, we could be together as much as she wants......."

"And ya still gonna marry her sister..........."

"I have little choice in that; neither does Sansa. My father has made up his mind.........."

"So, ya gonna be fuckin both of em then..........?"

"I will not be touching Lady Sansa. I have promised (Y/n). And anyway, she is still a child.........."

"Well, that is fuckin stupid, I had two sisters, once.......now that was a night. Those girls could get into some positions.........."

"I will not be bedding Sansa. I wanted (Y/n) and even though she is my father's wife, it is my bed she desires to be in. I will not ruin that by dishonouring her sister.........." Tyrion interjected. He and Bronn turning to look at the door as there came a knock. The lord doing his best to ignore the sellsword's smug smile as (Y/n) entered the room.

"Oh, please excuse me; I did not know that you had company. It is just that I wished to speak to you, Lord Tyrion. But I shall come back later..........."