"She doesn't want to go away, so I made her stay outside by the tent's entrance," Arya was back to him in fifteen minutes or so.
"I let our guard move close to ser Keven's tent, if you don't mind," she continued and sat down on the edge of her bedroll.
So, now Nimerya could just walk in wherever she wishes to.
"Would she even let me leave the tent without you?" he asked Arya angrily.
"What? She wouldn't attack you unless you would be aggressive towards me. She had smelled you on me, she knows, you are my mate."
"Your mate am I, very well," the rage suddenly trigged the wave of desire," let see, would she try to attack me if I take you right now," he pulled Arya towards himself. He new he was taking chances, but seven hells, this was his camp, his tent and his wife.
….
So now she should deal with aggressive-possessive Tywin…
When Tywin came out of the tent and found her with Nymeria, she was surprised with his calmness, but he definitely didn't appreciate loosing some control and was rebounding now.
Because of the given circumstances she wouldn't fight him tonight.
His "I'll take you right now" action had happened already once when they got into hearty arguments one evening, to remind her that she belonged to him.
It was not exactly a rape, he just forcefully caressed her until she was wet and ready...Her unwilling willingness did not save her lord husband from her claws and teeth afterwards….
"I thought you need to get some sleep, seriously, Tywin," she tried to reason meekly submitting to his embrace and even opening her lips to let his tongue in.
She was not in a sexy mood tonight, neither was Tywin prior to Nimeria's appearing, his embrace was innocent, kind of paternal.
Maybe the desire could come back to her, as the magic of Tywin's touch never failed to work on her before.
It proved to be a truth, although the myriads of troubling thoughts did not let her relax properly.
Now after reuniting with Nymeria, she felt whole and strong, although she was still freaking out about the sudden revelation of the varg thing.
The only person she could confide with this was Jon, and he was miles away. And sure, Tywin should never suspect her ability.
Could she trust Tywin with Nymeria at all? Would he tolerate her presence? What if he would try to kill her, he was a Lannister after all.
What if Nymeria would choose to attack him? Would she be able to stop her?
She couldn't let her eyes go from the entrance, as Tywin proceeded pulling her pants down and playing with her nub and folds…
"What are you doing?" she felt irritated as Tywin turned her around and forced her on her knees.
"Just want to fuck you like your true mate, it's all, like wolves and lions do,"
"Are you retaliating my choice of words?"
"Just taking you on your words,"
He put the nape of her neck in his mouth and while holding it with his teeth worked his tongue on the spot. It brought the uncontrolled shiver down her spine.
She wanted to feel angry but when he started entering her wile holding her mount with his palm and stroking her nub with his finger at the same time, her last defenses slipped out of her and his cock slipped in easily.
So it happened again, she did belong to him, at least her body considered so.
The position of their intercourse did not appeal to her at all, and she did not like to do it fully clothed ever, it was like a tease, as she was lacking the feel of his skin, the view of his chest, his neck, his face, and of course the availability of all these parts.
A couple of moans escaped her nevertheless, and Nymerya dashed inside, growling and ready to defend her.
"Nymerya, stop, I'm all right. Out, Nymerya,"
….
Why was he doing it, provoking her wolf, who doesn't know him yet? As Arya was yielding to him, his rage was leaving him gradually.
His desire and his strength subdued as well, he shouldn't start it at all, as tired tense and overwhelmed with the oncoming battle he was.
As he already successfully aroused his wolf girl, it was not good at all.
The same second the first sounds escaped Arya, her beast was inside the tent, approaching and ready to charge.
He got off Arya ready to grab the dagger, that he had left unsheathed by his side, but Nymerya obeyed the command, she stopped and backed up, although she was still growling low and reluctant to leave.
"Nymerya, out," his little wife was firm with her giant wolf.
The direwolf backed up to the entrance, but did not cease her alarming sound.
"Shut up, Nymerya, I am not hurting your mistress, you should know better," he said to his own surprise.
"What, am I talking to the wolf?" he thought to himself, all his actions tonight were unlike him.
Nymerya looked at him, her eyes were glowing, he thought she would charge, and he extended his hand towards the dagger.
"Nymeria, out," repeated Arya, her wolf obeyed at last and left the tent. But she did not go away of course; just lay down leaning on the tent's side, her huge body was outlined in the thick fabric.
"She doesn't know you yet, she will respect you eventually, I don't have any doubts about it," Arya said quietly and pulled her pants up to his relief.
"I let you keep her, but you should work more on her obedience. And of course I will not have her in our bedroom," he tried to sound stern.
Arya just nodded silently to his demand.
Her next action was a big surprise to him, as his girl curled up to him.
She did it only when she was blissfully satisfied and sure he was already sleeping, or at least believing him to be so.
…
Arya did not shift into her wolf, just slept peacefully in her husband's arms till early dawn.
She woke up when she felt something wet on her neck and cheek. It was Nymeria poking her with her muzzle.
As her wolf saw her open her eyes, she trotted towards the exit, looking at her expectantly. Arya could hear the camp was already up.
"What, she is here again?" Tywin woke up too and was not pleased at all.
She ignored him and followed Nymeria outside, ser Kevan was waiting there.
"Your wolf is amazing, lady Arya, she did not let me approach, but she actually understood me and did the right thing by calling you."
"She should call for your brother instead, but they aren't acquainted yet, Ser," she smiled at Kevan.
"Looks like your wolf is not useless at all,"Tywin was already by her side and had a better attitude. He greeted Kevan who informed him that the men would be ready to march in twenty minutes.
Nymeria approached Tywin and sniffed him without touching. Then she did the same with Kevan.
She landed to the same spot by the tent afterwards not ever bothering herself with the increasing sounds around her.
"You see she is getting to know you gradually. Sure, she would keep a distance for a while, but you wouldn't care about touching her any way, right? You never even pet your Thundercloud."
"Nonsense, why should I do it? He is a stallion, a war horse, he knows his business and he is treated well."
"He likes me to stroke his muzzle and scratch on his neck."
"Of course, I saw you corrupting my horse with apples."
Arya gave away a wicked smile; it took her several days to "conquer" this giant beast most stable men were intimidated by…
She just hoped the horses wouldn't be terrified by her direwolf's presence and Nymeria wouldn't see them as a prey, who knows what she had been eating all these months in the wild…
…
She was hugging Nymerya, actually burring her face in her thick fur. Every time she was lifting her eyes she could see the burning sky ahead.
"I hope it's Stannis's fleet," her husband commented before leaving her here, less than an hour riding's distance from the Red Keep, with Brienne and five of his most trusted guards.
Good, her wolf ate something during their previous short stop, Nymeria just left for a half hour and then returned licking blood from her muzzle, so she wouldn't leave her now for the hunt.
She was really blessed to have Nymeria by her side; she did not want to separate from her wolf even for a minute.
She did not want to talk to Brienne now or listen to her speculations about Stannis's dark powers that could doom any outnumbered forces.
Tywin promised to send for her when the battle's outcome would be clear and her safe arrival with a big escort of course could be assured.
And if something goes wrong… Then she should follow his instructions.
"We should win, as the Tyrells had promised the arrival of their forces but only some idiot could guarantee you one hundred percent of success in any battle. Whatever happens to me I want you to be safe…"
He calmly told her what she should do for every possible negative outcome.
She was shivering every time she was recalling how casually her husband sounded...
"If I will be captured promise you will not try to free me, you will stay away from Stannis as far as possible."
She gave him a promise to stay away from Stannis, but she wouldn't let Tywin rot in a dungeon, if such a thing would happen she would try to capture Stannis's little daughter and exchange her for Tywin.
He told her that among Lannisters she could only trust ser Kevan and lady Genna, as they would respect his will and wouldn't use her as a hostage.
"If I don't survive," he even considered this possibility with the same flat tone, "I want you to have this in case nothing else would hold you here in Westeros any longer," he handled her a little parchment…
He greatly surprised her by such care, and now, thinking and rethinking all this options, she wanted nothing more than Tywin's victory, to be back to her husband as soon as possible, in spite of all the complications she would have in the court because of her new good-family, being her deadly enemies nevertheless.
She realized she did love Tywin, even the option of freedom and immense wealth across the sea couldn't lure her to wish him ill.
She did not doubt his love for her ever, although he was reserved to display it or to voice it while he instructed her, but his eyes were fixed on her all the time, like he was trying to absorb and take with him every part of her.
She couldn't bring herself to say these simple words of love ever. But she did behave irrationally at the last minute before his departure, just couldn't help herself.
Tywin was about to mount his horse, as she rushed towards him and jumped on him, hugging him tightly and hurting herself from his armor. She definitely behaved like a child, not like a woman grown, and she berated herself afterwards for it.
He was not displeased by her notion; held her for a second then took her face in his gloved hands,
"Do not overstate my words, I am pretty sure everything will go as I planned, but do understand my position, I must prepare you for every possibility," he leaned down and kissed her forehead, then slightly touched her lips.
…..
He got on Thundercloud, "I'll send for you as soon as possible," suddenly ashamed of his coldness, but Arya already composed herself and waived him goodbye with the casual smile.
Now he was sure his girl felt for him, but they both were alike, too reserved about the simple love words.
Arya had asked him the other day if he would ever consider the possibility of his resigning from the position of the Hand. He could understand her intentions and attitude against living in the Red Keep.
If it would be only up to his desire, he would gladly take Arya to Casterly Rock, she would love it there. Smart as she was she would be a good help to him to rule his castle and lands, and they could have plenty of time for themselves…
But the reality was less appealing indeed: to protect his family against enemies; to redeem the Lannister name again and to secure his grandson on the Iron Throne.
He did not know Joffrey much, but the report he had received from his trusted source was alarming, although it was carefully written so do not accidentally provoke his wrath.
To win the battle with Stannis today seemed an easy task compared with the daily job he will have afterwards as the king's Hand to make this spoiled brat come to senses and to mold him into the reasonable king afterwards.
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