Under his mane (Part 8) // Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader
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 When Tywin lowered his new wife to his bed, their bed, she was overcome with deep familiarity. She remembered her days at Casterly Rock, she remembered the way the Rock had turned into a home she desperately had sought back then.
Great part of that home, that safety she had gained, was built by the man on top of her. For a moment she allowed herself to just feel that safety, feel his lips mould against her with his stubble gently tickling her.
Tywin gently caged her, bringing himself to rest on his elbows, his hands going to stroke her hair as his forearms rested on the bed. He was a man of strong rough passion. He was not a shy boy trying to find what he wanted to give or receive, he was a man who deliberately knew how to bring women sobbing pleasure and he also knew how to get what he wished.
But he knew the Doe in his arms. He knew of the starvation of intimacy she felt, oh he knew every inch of her. Now what he wished to give her was a moment of said intimacy. He wished to see the way her lips would swell and the way her chest would rise out of breath when heâd pull away. Â
But he was only so patient. His kiss gained more fire as he moved his hands to lift her thighs around his hips. His wife gasping around his tongue at the sudden movement.
âTywinâ, she moaned as he gently pushed at his chest to break their kiss. âI am not the scared girl who offered her body to you years agoâ, she starts as she begins to softly pepper kisses along his jaw till she reaches his ear.
âYou taught me how good it felt t-to share pleasureâ, she whispers pressing her cheek against his, gently whimpering as she rolls her hips, her bare core against the seam of his trousers. âOh please, let me enjoy that pleasure again. I will be your good girl â, she almost begged.
Tywins eyes go almost black as he takes a gentle hold of her neck to see her eyes. When he speaks his voice makes Y/n shiver: âThen be a good girl and get rid off that shift and kneel on the bedâ
15 years ago in Casterly Rock
 There were many things Y/n Baratheon had been called.
âThe Prey among the beastsâ
 All of those names left a mark on the Gentle Ladyâs back. It was like all of the words where lashes of a whip.
 But even as the lashes fell, she continued to smile. She visited the orphans of Casterly Rock, visited the elderly people, spend time with the maids of the garden and smiled as she helped them to plant seed into the fresh spring soil.
She became the lady the Rock desperately wished to have after the loss of their lovely Joanna.
 Her mind was not something to be soothed. She felt guilt. Whenever she looked at Tywin Lannister, all she could do was feel deep unrelenting guilt. She was a tainted name under his protection.
 She was a pest sown into his keep. What could she do to return the favour of all he had done? She had nothing to offer, as a third child and only daughter of his long gone friend. The only sister of the King who at some point lost his care and decided to abandon his sister to chase a winter rose.
 She has Stannis in Kingâs Landing and Renly in the Reach. Both who could not help her give Tywin anything he already didnât have.
She was a girl of 21 summers. Young woman who was never to know the love of a husband. Never to know the feeling of a babe of her own in her arms. She was forever the tainted lady.
 Talking with Tyrion did not help. He himself was an excile in his own family and his thoughts on favours were heavily changed by his only way of getting affection: whorehouses.
 Many times she had to ask for him to cease his talking of such things, for they only made her uncomfortable. But somewhere in the depth of his speeches, she found an desperate idea.
 If the people were to call the Tywinâs whore, why shouldnât she return his help with her own favour? She knew naught of intimacy. She knew naught of love making. But she was desperate to not live as a leech for the rest of her days.
The sun was already down when Y/n readied herself. Putting on a flowy lavender gown, nothing too revealing but more intimate none the less. Dapping some rose oil to her neck and wrists, she took a deep breath. She was afraid to face the pain again. The hurt, the taunting, the humiliation.
 She knew it wasnât like that for everyone but how could she expect to be treated as a lover when she was offering herself like this?
 Timidly she smiled at her guard as the started the long painful walk towards the Lordâs chamber. All her life she had been a good girl. She had been kind and gentle, a little too curious, honest and well-read for a lady many septas would say, but she was never a lady someone would be ashamed of.
 But the thoughts ringing in her head as she walked in the light corridors, were only rooted in her shame of what she had become.
Arriving at Tywinâs door she asked the guards to announce her. She had been in his study many times prior and the guards did not seem at all phased to see her.
The guard announces as he opens the door for her and lets her in while remaining rooted outside as he had been taught.
 âMy lordâ, she speaks smiling as she walks to take a seat across from the Great Lion himself, at his desk.
 âWhat ails you my lady?â, Tywin asks her without missing a beat. Dropping down his quil he leans back on his seat to take a look at the woman before him. She looked all but ready to go to bed in her soft thin gown, body bare of any jewellery.
 She would never visit him this late, never, unless there was something deeply ailing her already troubled head.
 âI have come to make you a-an offer my lordâ, she says never taking her eyes off of his hands, not daring to raise her chin and look into his eyes. Tywin could see from his seat that the woman was shaking. Even in the dim light one could see how her whole posture screamed distress.
 âGo onâ, he encourages, having no idea what this offer could entail. They had had no business regarding Stormâs end. It was something they usually discussed before he took it to the King. Be it a scandal but Tywin knew Y/n was more than capable of understanding what is good for the people of Stormâs end and how to make it sound pretty to her brother.
 âYou have done an enormous favour to me in taking me here my lord. I can never repay you for the aid you have given me.â, she starts and takes a soothing breath,
 âI-I wish to offer my- my body to you, for all the good you have done for me. The Godâs know I will not be anyoneâs wifeâ, she whispered the end still never once looking at the Old Lion in the eye.
 âI seeâ, is the only thing Tywin says. His words make tears of humiliation rise into Y/nâs eyes. How could she have been so stupid to think he would take such an offer.
 A Lord of his status taking another Lordâs daughter as a whore. She was making mockery of them both. âI am sorry, my lord, forgive me for insulting y-â, before she can finish her sentence and scramble up from her seat, Tywin rises.
 He takes four calm steps to reach her side. Kneeling by her seat, he gently puts a hand on her cheek and turns her glassy eyes to look at him.
 âI will not make you a whore, Y/nâ, he rumbles quietly. âI will not take a woman who trembles at the thought of letting me near her. You have no debt to me. I enjoy having you here, I have no desire to exploit your bodyâ
 Y/n gulps and raises a trembling hand to play with the lapel of his coat. âWhat if I desire you?â, she asks, the question a lot more bold than her own voice.
 âThen you shall wait till desire overrules your fear, little Sparrowâ, he whispers before rising and planting a gentle kiss against her head. âI shall escort you back to your chambers, my ladyâ, he then adds and goes back to being the stoic lion everyone fears.
Tywin gazed upon his wife as she sat on her knees on their bed. The beautiful Lady Lannister, on her knees just for him.
Shrugging off his coat, and undershirt he takes a seat next to her on the bed. Stroking one of his war roughened hands across her thigh and bottom. Giving her bottom a rough squeeze he takes advantage of her gasp and pulls her in for another drowning kiss.
Y/nâs back bends as she tries to keep up with the passion of her Lion. Feeling naught but desire in the cage of his strong arms she moans as he moves his kisses to her neck where he whispers. âBe a good girl and help your husband remove his bootsâ
As Tywin lets her go, she swiftly kneels on the floor and removes his boots. Tywin  once again raises her chin and nods towards his crotch.
With slightly trembling hands, she opens her husbands breeches and pulls them down as Tywin raises his hips to aid her mission.
A shiver runs down her spine as her husband makes his next wish. âWill you now pleasure your husband?â, and so she does. She takes Tywinâs cock into her hand and strokes it firmly till he is fully hard. A tender hand on her head encourages her to kiss the hard shaft up till she gently licks swollen head.
Tywin cannot help the rumbling moan that releases from his chest as she slowly takes the head into her mouth and hollows her cheeks. Tywinâs hand only remains as an encouragement, they had long ago made it clear that if she were to pleasure him with her mouth: she is in charge of how.
When she starts to see the small tremors in his abdomen, she halts her sucking and starts laying small kisses on the shaft again. âCome up here womanâ, Tywin says breathlessly as he sits up straight again.
A squeak escapes Y/n as Tywin pulls her onto her lap and with fast rough movements maneuvers them on the middle of the bed, with him now on top of her.
âWhat a salacious little creature my wife isâ, he teases and starts kissing collar, making sure to leave small marks behind as he does. When arriving downwards he starts sucking on her nipple.
âOnly for you, Tywinâ, she whimpers hips bucking against his cock. Her noises get louder as he continues on his assault, now deftly getting his palm on her other breast and taking the other nipple between his fingers, as he teases the other with his mouth.
His hands encourage her hips, moving his own hips aside, he gets her to roll her hips against his thigh. Angling his thigh so that she will have no way to move but with rubbing her pearl against his rough thigh.
Soon he switches his assault the other way around, taking her left nipple into his mouth. As he does he lets out a rumbling chuckle as Y/nâs breathless whines get louder.
âTy-Tywin, please, o-ohâ, she whimpers as Tywinâs hands force her hips to move faster along his thigh. The friction hitting just the right spot as she lets out a high pitched moan.
âIs my little wife going to come? Go on, take your pleasure on my thigh, I can feel your quim sopping through your undergarments. Let it wash over youâ, he encourages as her movements get more shaky and her noises louder.
Tywin was no young boy, but he could have come just from the sight and feel of her rubbing her clothed little pussy against his thigh. âT-Tywin! Iâm-Itâs- Tywin!â, Y/n incoherently squeals as her thighs start shaking and she reaches her climax.
She grasps the Great Lionâs shoulders and pulls him tightly against her body as she rides her aftershocks. Tywin takes mercy on her, knowing the state of her head after such pleasure and starts gently kissing the side of her head.
âThere we go my little sparrow, I have you. â, he mutters against her, his other hand soothingly running up and down her thigh.
Y/n takes her lower lip between her teeth and presses her face towards his gentle kisses. It felt good to be in his arms again.
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