Game of Thrones: Imagines and one shots. Book four

Diversion - Tywin x Reader

Tywin sat back in his chair, his eyes focused on the pile of parchments that sat atop his desk. No matter how long he had been the Hand of one king or another; the number of things that he needed to deal with, never seemed to lessen. Not that he was complaining, he was the second most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms; the real power behind the throne especially given Robert spent one half his life, drunk or stuffing his face; the other half, in the arms of one whore or another. The old lion never sure how the stag managed to find any time at all to place his rotund arse in the Iron Throne and do what he was actually supposed to do, as king. Yet despite all that, despite all the pressing matters at hand, at that moment, he would very much like a diversion. Tywin reaching for his goblet, and finishing the Dornish wine, before getting to his feet and making his way over to the table when the wine jug sat; only to find it empty.

"Enter........." He called out, when a firm rap connected with the wooden ingress. A small smile threatening to come to his lips, as one of the guards opened the door, and in walked a beautiful woman with a fresh jug of wine in her hands. Tywin watching her as she made her way further into the room and curtsied, before he turned his attention to the guards outside.

"You are dismissed.........." Tywin told them firmly. Both younger men knowing better than to argue; knowing better than to try and contradict the lord's orders. They merely bowing before closing the door. The old lion turning his gaze back to the woman, as she made her way over to him, and poured some more wine into his cup. Tywin reaching out and placing his hand under her chin and slowly raising her head so that she was looking at him.

He knew that it was wrong; that men in his position should not cavort with maids. That if this got out, it would take more than a little work to restore his good name. Yet when he had first seen her, years of buried feels and wants; long concealed desires had come bubbling back to the surface. He believing until that point, that he wouldn't want another woman after the death of his beloved Joanna; but here he was. His body ruling his mind where the beautiful maid was concerned.

"Why is it you always seem to know what I want, what I need, before I ask for it, (Y/n)........?" Tywin enquired, as he looked at the jug in her hands, before looking back to her eyes and then her lips. He finding himself smiling as she laughed at the comment; but it was true. Since coming into his service, she had always seemed to know what he would desire, long before he knew it himself, in every respect.

"My lord is as creature of habit; all I had to do was watch and pay attention. A good servant should always know what their master will want. And as for your needs.......my lord can have anything he desires, when he desires; all he need to do is say. And as his humble servant, I will do everything in my power to fulfil those needs......." (Y/n) explained. Her heart racing, as Tywin took the jug from her hand and placed it on the table.

"Then if you have truly been paying attention; if you are truly a good servant, you will know what I want now......won't you.........?" (Y/n) smiling at his words. She slowly nodding her head, before pulling on the strings of her bodice; pulling the corselet apart so that he could see her bare breasts, before she dropped to her knees. The old lion growling deeply, as she moved away his robe; his finger brushing across her cheeks, as she stared up at him while freeing him from his braies. The beautiful maid smiling again, as she took his cock in her hand and moved it across her breasts, circling the tip around each nipple, before taking him into her mouth. Tywin almost sounding pained, as she took him as deep as she could, all the while looking into his eyes. He pushing his hand into her hair, gripping firmly at the soft locks; holding her roughly and thrusting his manhood passed her full lips, and into her warm, wet mouth. The Hand getting harder, more desperate every time he heard her gage on his length, when he saw tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Yet still she didn't stop, still she continued to take him. Tywin having to steady himself, his hand gripping onto the back of a chair as her hands moved up under his robe, under his shirt, to the bare flesh. Nails scratching over the muscles; the slight sting of pain adding to the lust that he felt for the younger woman. He hating himself for wanting her......for having to have her......because he did have to have her. The guilt of defiling the memory of his wife, washed away as his cock twitched and his trusts became more desperate. (Y/n) taking him from her mouth and pushing him between her breasts before he came. The head of House Lannister grunting as he spilled his seed all over the soft mounds of flesh. His grip on her hair finally loosening as he looked down at her. The sight of her covered in his cum, one of the most beautiful that he had ever seen. Tywin taking her chin in his palm and slowly helping her up from the floor.

"You of course know that I have further want of you......that you have not yet fulfilled my every need.........."

"Of course, my lord........." (Y/n) replied, before turning and making her way to his private chamber; her dress dropping to the floor as she went. Tywin's eyes never leaving her exquisite figure, as she moved towards his bed, and he followed after her. Yes, this was just the diversion that he had needed.