Trystane had the best girlfriend a man could hope to have
She was smart, funny, caring and so very beautiful.
Myrcella's eyes were large pools of green light, her hair spun gold,
Her face with a straight elegant nose and red kissable lips, the golden tone of her skin, her perfect gentle curved body, caused admiration wherever she goes.
But despite being a beauty and rich (not only rich, but Lannister rich!), Myrcella was always nice and lovely.
His Myrcella,
The perfect girlfriend,
An angel in flesh.
He recalled the first time he saw her, she thirteen he already sixteen, in the exclusive Swiss boarding school he was forced to visit, thanks to his sister Arianne and her excess and his parents' separation.
His family hates hers.
A hate they didn't even try to hide.
Young Trystane didn't have a bogeyman under his bed, but scary Tywin Lannister.
In his fantasy the Lannisters were the blonde and fair version of the Addams family.
He believed this before meeting her, after that he thought they were like the ultimate Romeo and Juliet, as he proclaimed his undying love two weeks after their first meeting.
She was so very different from the women he knew, his cousins, his sister were so bold and loud and poisonous.
He was kind of scared of women before meeting her.
Of course he had to endure all sorts of jokes and stares.
"Trystane you like them young, don't you?"
"Guys we have to be careful and don't let Trystane wander alone, there is a kindergarten near"
"Lolicon Trystane!"
But Myrcella liked him and her granddad, of all people, approved when they carefully began to date.
But every rose has her thorns, and Myrcella had two very cutting ones.
Joffrey and Cersei Baratheon-Lannister.
Biology wasn't Trystane favorite subject at school and he couldn't imagine how Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister could have generated three children as different as Joffrey, Myrcella and Tommen, but then again his dad, uncle Oberyn and aunt Elia were all very different to.
Robert was loud and threatening, but didn't care all that much about his daughter's love life.
Tommen was a sweet boy and her uncle's were all cool aside from Stannis-i-don't know-how-to smile-Baratheon
Joffrey was an arrogant dick, it was clear he was loved only by his mother and maybe his girlfriend Margaery, but one could never tell with Margaery.
Cersei Lannister, a beautiful dangerous woman, more a snake than his cousins could ever be, hated his guts.
It didn't matter what he did, she seems barely to restrain herself from killing him.
One day Trystane saw a part of Cersei he had never believed existed.
Cella, Aegon (his long lost cousin) and himself were already in a cottage by the lake, it was a wonderful day, they had wanted to enjoy the nature and Myrcella wanted to shoot some photos for her school project.
Unfortunately, or better typical for a woman, Cella did leave some of her equipment at home.
"Don't worry nobody is home! Joffrey and dad are hunting, Tommen and uncle Tyrion are camping and mom has some charity event with Uncle Jaime"
Trystane volunteered to drive back as he was the fastest driver. He drove fast, cursing in Spanish about the "wrong "manner of driving of the British.
He entered the vacant opulent villa.
He was in Myrcella's room, as he heard a scream.
A woman's scream.
He rushed to rescue the damsel in distress, but in the patio he saw something he never wanted/expected to see.
Cella's mom was naked, he could see her praised perfect golden body, she sat in a chair with a golden head between her obscenely wide open legs.
Trystane knew that hair, but Cersei didn't leave any doubt about her lover
"Jaime, yes, oh you are so good, my sweet Jaime"
She moaned and tried to push his head farther between her legs.
The man stood up, unlike his sister (his twin sister by all the Saints!) he was fully clothed, he removed only his jacket and started to roll up his sleeves
"Jaime why did you stop? Please I need you!"
"Sweet sister I thought you knew, this is a punishment, if you enjoy your punishment, I'd have to think of something else!"
"Jaime why do I need punishment? I thought Robert is my punishment!"
"Why? All the men at that stupid event couldn't take their eyes of you! Do you enjoy it little slut? Do you enjoy it when they see your sluttish outfits? How much they want to fuck you raw? . ?"
He inserted his finger in her cunt, hard "Say it!"
"Noooo. I'm yours, my cunt, my breast…everything belongs to you! Only to you."
"Robert?" he didn't stop to fuck her with brutal slams of his fingers.
"He doesn't touch me anymore. I won't let him! He can fuck his tramps. I'm yours completely. I'm your sister, your lover, your lioness in heat. Please I need your hard cock inside me, please"
Trystane couldn't stand it anymore he walked away, but he could still hear her:
"So big, so good, it's mine. It was made for my cunt. For my pleasure. Fuck me, devour me, come inside me pleaseeeee"
He couldn't believe it. This was insane, sick, disgusting!
His heart was drumming in his chest. His mouth was dry. He had never been so aroused.
His erection was disgusting too.
He had to drive away, to Myrcella his little angel, he had to take her away from this family.
Lannisters were monsters.
He knew it wouldn't be Tywin Lannister to chase him in his dreams anymore, but the beautiful woman, that one day would become his mother in law…
Meanwhile …
"Myrcella, my love, my queen" cried Aegon sweat perling at his forehead
Myrcella gyrated her hips riding him till they both reached their climaxes.
If Trystan could have seen her, he could tell her she looked exactly like her mother.
"We have to get out of this bed!" she said after rolling from him
"Myrcella Baratheon, how can you be fire and ice in a few moments? Never seen a girl like you"
Her uncle/father could have told him she took after her mother.
"I don't want Trystan to see us like this. I don't want to hurt him. He doesn't deserve this"
Aegon nodded ashamed
"He sees me for a woman, no for a creature, I'm not" she was brushing her hair, Aegon wanted to brush it himself, but he knew he would have liked to fuck her afterwards.
"I'm not an Angel, I'm a woman. I'm not always nice and cute. I don't need to be rescued. I want to be loved for what I am and not for an image I'm not. I fear I'm more a lioness than a doe"
"What can we do?"
"I will break up with him, but kindly. Give me time!"
"You are my queen"
"It's queen now. I guess I like this. Your queen commands you to make the bed. I hear Trystan's car"
