After Clara's wedding night, she bled on her smallclothes. Clara cursed everything around her, she would have to share a bed with Tywin again, the last thing she wanted in this world.

Several lords and ladies asked her what the bedding was like, she only made bitter comments, they knew, they were right outside the damned door for the whole ordeal. Also, for her, it was private, she had to keep her hatred for being bedded secret, or else she would be in tears. She was pushing away a problem and not actually dealing with it.

During her bleed, she had consulted Margaery Tyrell with ways that she could please her husband, and how she could get him to please her. Margaery insisted that Clara stand up for herself, giving her a basis of requests and demands that she should give to Tywin.

Five days later, at sunset, Clara wandered to the Tower of the Hand, her bleed was finished, so she would be able to get pregnant if she was lucky. She slowly made her way up those spiral staircases, her body was more accustomed to climbing them now and it wasn't so exhausting. Clara almost considered not telling Tywin, but she knew better, he would be furious if she didn't.

Clara reached the door and knocked.

" Enter." He said nonchalantly. Clara opened the door, and he almost looked disappointed that it was her. " What do you want?" He said in an annoyed tone of voice.

" I bled the day after our wedding night, so I waited for my bleed to end before I came to ask you to bed me again." Clara replied, trying not to care that her husband was in a constant state of annoyance with her. Tywin sighed.

" Very well." Tywin muttered, as if he were accepting to take on this horrible task, it made Clara feel ugly.

" Also." Clara said, but paused when Tywin gave her an inquisitive look.

" Go on."

" Also, I require that you bed me correctly." Clara said, it was difficult to say, but she felt a spark of pride when she did it without faltering. " I am your wife, not some disposable whore, and I demand more respect and pleasure when you bed me." Clara gave a sarcastic little smile, Margaery would be proud.

" The Tyrell girl gave you advice." Tywin stated, it was not a question. Clara nodded. " But I am your husband and I shall bed you the way I want you." Clara frowned.

" Then want to make me happy." Clara said. " Create a facade to love me as I have done for you. It's only until we have a son anyways." Tywin looked up at Clara, whose eyes bored right into his. He stood up and walked to her, stopping when his body was mere inches from hers. She looked up at Tywin, waiting for whatever came next.

Tywin walked behind her and undid the lacing at the back of her nightgown. One hand worked, the other hand wandered upward to move her blonde hair out of the way. When her hair was on her other shoulder, he kissed where her neck and collarbone met, and to Clara's surprise, it felt good.

He slid the nightgown off of her shoulders and let the thin fabric fall to the ground. Clara stepped out of it and turned around to face Tywin, focusing on not covering herself, Margaery told her that many men didn't like that.

Tywin walked towards her and grabbed her breasts gently, massaging them. Her breasts were not large, but they weren't small either, they were right in between. They were perky breasts too, and their nipples were soft and pink against her pale skin.

Clara moaned at her husband's touch when his thumbs brushed against her nipples, making them hardened and peaked. Tywin lowered himself so his mouth was on her right nipple, and his hand was on her left breast. He sucked, licked, and nibbled until Clara moaned again, grabbing his shoulders for support. Once the nipple Tywin had his attentions on was rosy and bite marked, he moved to the other one, doing the same thing.

Tywin stopped his ministrations on her breasts and picked her up, carrying her to his bed. He laid her down gently.

" Is this what you had in mind?" Tywin asked. Clara nodded.

" There's a couple things I still need you to do." Clara said.

" I'm listening." Tywin replied.

" I need your fingers inside me." Clara told him. She felt a warm wetness between her legs as she said it, remembering Margaery tell her that fingers could sometimes be better than cocks, and that now she wasn't a virgin, there would be no pain to dull out the pleasure. It excited Clara.

" Very well." Tywin said. He pressed the middle finger of his right hand against her cunt, letting it slowly split her folds. He could feel the little bit of wetness Clara had, he looked into her eyes and smirked. If she was going to make him play this game, he would be the one to come out on top. " Considering your cunt is not dry as it was when I first bedded you, I'd say that you've stopped taking songs of young, handsome princes to heart."

" I realized that you are my husband, and I should be happy when you touch me." Clara said. " Now I am." Clara smiled. " Margaery told me to see what is good about you, and I have." Clara tried to squirm so she could be penetrated by his finger, but Tywin lifted his hand.

" Tell me, or else your request will be denied." Tywin growled in demand, feeling his erection begin to grow in his trousers, he unlaced them and pulled the front down so his cock stuck out.

" You're responsible. You take care of the realm as hand of the king, you make sure Joffrey doesn't become the next Mad King." Clara said. Tywin slipped his finger into her, making her moan.

" Go on." Tywin snarled.

" You also powerful and strong willed. You are the opposite of Robert Baratheon, you're tall, you're not fat, you're not a drunk, you're not obsessed with whores. I could have done a lot worse for myself." Clara started moaning like a bitch in heat when Tywin started curling his finger against the upper wall of her cunt. She thrust her hips against his finger. Tywin forgot what it was like to have a woman spread before him and pleading to him without words, just little whimpers and screams.

By the time Clara had finished telling Tywin his benefits, her cunt was sopping wet, her moans matched the rhythm of which Tywin was finger fucking her, and it was too much for Tywin to bear any longer. He crawled on top of her, positioned his cock at her entrance, and slid inside of her, filling up her little cunt. Clara screamed, not of pain this time, but pleasure.

Tywin barred his teeth as he fucked her, not even bothering to be gentle, she had her pleasure, and it teased him, so the bitch would let him have his. He thrust relentlessly in and out of her tight little cunt, it felt better than it did their first bedding, there was less force Tywin had to put into fucking her, thanks to how slick her cunt was.

There was a knock at the door, Tywin ignored it, whoever was there should have been able to hear his wife's screams from the opposite side of the Red Keep. He focused solely on the way her tits bounced up and down as he fucked her, and how Clara's lips were parted stupidly.

" My lord, my lord please!" Clara begged. With that, Tywin Lannister roar like the lion he was and came inside of her, continuing to thrust until each and every drop of his seed was lodged inside Clara. He collapsed on her, moving himself so his face was between her breasts.

The knocking continued until Tywin had enough, he put his cock back in his trousers and opened the door himself to find a servant girl waiting for him.

" What in seven hells are you doing?" Tywin asked.

" I was sent here by his grace to tell you that if your wife doesn't stop screaming, he'll have her head." The servant replied.

" Leave, or else I'll have your head on a pike." Tywin snarled, slamming the door on the servant girl before retreating to his bed.

Clara watched him lay down, admiring her husband. He made her feel that way, the ruthless Tywin Lannister, it finally sunk in for Clara. She put her hand on his chest and fell asleep against him, adoring how warm and flushed he was after he came.