A/N: Again, I apologise for the horrible cliffhanger in the last chapter. But you guys have been good, so here is Chapter 4! Enjoy!
Also NSFW ahead!
Confusion and aversion merged into a single expression no doubt made quite the face, but Tywin had no other way to react. Marry her? As she said; the Lord of Casterly Rock has spared no woman, or man as Lady Olenna may suggest, a single glance since his lady wife, Joanna, passed away.
"You will have a young, beautiful wife who will love and adore you before the realm." She continued on to explain when words seems to have failed the Old Lion.
She managed to render Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock; Warden of the West; Hand of the King; Lord Paramount of the Westerlands, speechless. How precious.
"I can bear you beautiful lions to mount the Seven Kingdoms, you will have power over The Reach, to an extent, through my birthright, and…" Her hands sought out his chest as she drifted closer until she had to crane her neck just so she would meet his eyes. "I will be yours to do as you please." The Lioness pronounced each syllable slowly, letting the words roll languidly from her tongue. "All I ask is…"
He could feel the warmth of her breath burning against his throat and, try as he might, ignoring the tightening in his breeches was proving to be increasingly difficult.
"...save me from my boredom." Her half lidded lustful eyes fell from his ocean orbs to his parted lips, smirking ever so slightly when his light pants reached her ears. "So will you make me yours, my lord?" She drawled seductively, leaning up until only inches of distance kept their lips apart.
Snap.
A feral growl escaped Tywin, fisting his hand in her hair and pulling her head back slightly before devouring her lips in a bruising kiss. She dared provoke the Old Lion of Casterly Rock, now she shall hear him roar.
But Kassandra was no delicate prey; once she managed to regain her composure, she responded with the same fervour and pushed herself against his solid chest - and other certain areas - while her hands pursued his neck, then slowly trailing upwards to cup his jaws.
Kassandra found herself pinned against the cold stone wall in such a swift motion she wouldn't have noticed her position had it not been for the slight burning pain on her back, but even then she couldn't deny the stream of excitement and arousal cascading down every fiber of her being as Tywin pressed his lips harder, his arms acting as a cage; pinning her wrist to the wall; his lower body pushed against her; his warmth overcoming her senses. She has truly done it now.
His lips left hers to leave a trail of ravenous kisses and bites down her neck to her shoulder. "How about I make you mine now?" He growled as he bunched up her dress around her waist before lifting her up and wrapping her seemingly endless legs around his hips. "I'm certain your cunt is aching for a cock." He tried not to smile triumphantly at the sound of her mewling, or the roll of her hips in attempt to create friction for herself. This selfish woman. "My cock." He corrected himself.
Tywin undid the strings on his breeches with one hand, guiding his cock out, while his other hand supported the dark-haired beauty. "Look at you…" He chuckled darkly, "The Lioness of Highgarden...moaning like a whore." He snarled, rubbing his cock against her cunt and groaning at the wetness growing between her inner thighs, "Certainly as wet as one."
"Tywin please…" She thrashed her head from side to side, her eyes close in desperation and her brows furrowed in plea. "I need it. I need you."
That was his victory.
With a wicked smile, he gripped her hips and entered her in one powerful, yet languid, thrust. He watched with satisfaction as her azure eyes widened at the sensation of him filling her, forcing a breathy, shaky moan from the Lioness. It turned out to only be the beginning of a long sequence of loud moans, increasingly louder than the last, rivalled only by the sounds of the Old Lion's guttural growls.
Of course that all took place in his mind only.
They have not move from the heart of the corridor, Kassandra stood away from the wall, before him, her hands brushing up and down his chest to his torso with a playful gleam in her azure orbs while he merely loomed hopelessly over her with a glare, lewd or otherwise, that did nothing but amuse her more.
"I bet you all I'm worth you just imagined fucking me against that wall." She teased, nodding her head towards the very wall he, indeed, imagined pinning her on.
When the Lord Hand only growled, Kassandra knew she had hit the nail on the head.
"Mark me." She said, then rolling her eyes at his confusion, "Mark me. While your mark remains on me, my offer stands." She explained courtly, "When it fades and you have not asked for my hand…" She simply shrugged, leaving the rest to his own judgement.
Though his face was cold and impassive at this point, he was inwardly considering her proposition. The Lioness was, indeed, beautiful, very much so; the Tyrell women were known to be exceptionally fertile; she was clever, witty, and something about her told him she was more cunning than she lets on; and last but not least, the one which perturbed him the most, the thought of seeing her in the arms of another man tempted him to start a war for her.
How foolish.
Tywin awoke from his thoughts when warm fingers brushed against his cheek, forcing him to inhale deeply the breath he didn't know he was holding.
"Say no." She stated softly.
"Make up your mind, woman." He sighed.
"If what I'm asking troubles you so, refuse me."
Tywin said nothing and simply sneaked an arm around her waist while his other hand tugged on her dress slightly to expose a pale, perfectly round breast before he leaned down to suckle the smooth skin above it, revelling in the beautiful sound that was forced from her.
The Lioness mewls, but cards her fingers through his hair, holding him where he was as she arches into his mouth.
When he pulled away, Tywin didn't dare suppress the smug smirk creeping its way onto his face at the disappointment upon her face. But when their eyes met, they both found themselves unable to break away.
It was heated, yes, but not lascivious. It was as though they were lost in each other's eyes.
Unbeknownst to the other, this frightened them.
Kassandra cleared her throat and looked down, adjusting her modesty before calloused fingers grasped her chin and turned her face in time to see Tywin leaning down to capture her lips in a feather, light kiss.
"Come see me tomorrow. I wish to spend the day with you." Although he spoke softly, there was a hint of command in his tone. So very unlike Tywin Lannister, yet so very him. After all a lion does not need to roar to instil fear.
He disappointed her, yet again. However perhaps not in a bad way this time. If he proves to be defiant to her expectations, she might lose this game.
But the question was;
Why didn't she mind?
A/N: Review = Motivation!
I'm sorry it was just Tywin's imagination lmao they'll get there eventually. Oberyn will also be coming soon - what part do you think he'll be playing in this? I'll give you a hint; Kassandra and Empress knows him very well. Let me know your thoughts in the review!
