The Andals IX: Sweet Kisses, Warm Whispers.

A/N: Hey there, sup' guys, Wildfurion here with another short chapter. I had this idea while studying about physical exams- more specifically, the gynecology area…so I thought, why not?

Many of you complained about the Arya pairing. Don't worry- I'll be giving you a small spoiler- Arya's not Artys' "endgame". Sorry, Arya lovers.

I don't have much to say as I'm in the middle of my break here so…yeah. Hardcore. That counts for the rest of the week, as I'll be publishing a longer piece of writing on Saturday- 4/5K words is the ideal. Ned Stark's the next POV, FINALLY. I love Ned Stark. Or maybe I'll do Bran for another short chap, to publish on Thursday.

I'll be answering to some of your reviews right now.

-JimmyHall24: And he learned that from Ygritte, at least I guess…

-alec-potter: Don't worry, Arya's not Artys' endgame. Just a tip: Henry Tudor. Maybe that can help a bit hehe.

-cyancrab12: Answered previously.

-Guest: Artys knows there's something involved, though it's not all there is. And no, this isn't following the plot- don't worry about that. Artys Arryn was designed as a round, complex character and- therefore- is very flexible. Which side will he choose? Only time can decide that. Maybe he'll ally with the Queen? Maybe with the Baratheons? Or maybe he'll covet the Throne himself? Of one thing he's sure, though, the Vale will support him and- depending on the circumstances- maybe even other Kingdoms too.

-Guest 47: He's been sensing that since he met Jon to talk about the sword. Artys is a man who's proud of his lineage, both Arryn and- surprisingly- Targaryen. He'll show even more of this in further chapters, but his bonds with Valyria are very strong for an Andal- as I implied with the Dragon Dream. I played Baelor in CK2 once, and married all three of them lol. Elaena is the one who resembled Artys the most, since she's shy, gracious and clever- there'll be more of her beside the egg. About the dream…I'm DEFINITELY using it in the future.

Wildfurion

"Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, Rhaegar fought honorably. and Rhaegar died."- Jorah Mormont.

The Andals IX: Sweet Kisses, Warm Whispers.

-{Cersei}-

"You are going to be the end of me, Cersei Lannister."

Their long legs intertwine under the heavy furs and white sheets of the large bed, in Arryn's chambers at the ancient First Keep of Winterfell. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms merely hums back as response, shuffling under the warm covers- which fall a bit as she snoozes, exposing her delightful, full breasts to the chilly air of the North.

"Only if we are found out~" she replies with a provocative giggle, leaning down to kiss her new lover's red lips.

Artys Arryn, the new Lord of the Eyre and Warden of the East, is a man that snatches the proud beauty's interest merely by existing. He's mysterious, well-learned, gallant and almost inhumanly handsome- being the splitting image of Prince Rhaegar in her eyes, though auburn-haired and much less muscular. Through the days they'd spent together in Winterfell- though he avoided her most of the time- Cersei also knew him to be very vain and somewhat narcissistic. 'He smells and dresses like a Lysene prostitute, or that's what Jaime says~"

Needless to say, she only needed an opportunity to bring the younger boy to her side. After a night of great drinking with the his godfather, the fat oaf of a King- to commemorate a successful hunt, she presumed- the lord of the Eyre 'accidentally' found his way to her chambers. It was much easier to bring him back the next night.

"My godfather will never find out, I don't fear him. He's an idiot." He rebukes calmly, his voice as low as a whisper, turning his gaze from his book to her. Oh that eyes, that irresistible, deep, dark, hollow ponds of sapphire…in the faint light of the room, they were the color of amethysts. "I fear your brother, Jaime. The father of your children, Cersei…"

"How do you know?" The Lannister inquires, feeling the shiver making its way up her lean back. She could still feel the stickiness where the auburn-haired knight dripped honey, when he took her from behind like a dog with his bitch- forcing her down. Just remembering the feeling of his skilled tongue against her skin made her excited. 'That's impossible. Jaime and I we were always…careful…'

"It wasn't difficult to notice, considering Myrcella is your splitting image, and the others don't have a bit of Robert in them." Artys replies, setting his book aside before rising up to peck her full lips. "I'll be quiet about this, though."

"Why?"

"Why?" He rebukes with a cocked brow, nodding at their current position with a faint, but very nasty smile. "I might be the father of the next Prince or Princess, if I don't take care. Besides, that would bring even more instability than your son's succession."

"And I thought the Arryns were honorable people…" she remarks with a smile of her own, running her slim index in small circles over his shaved chest. "Even I was surprised when the one and only Red Falcon came to my bed the other night…"

"Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are." The auburn-haired Andal replies, before unwrapping his arms from her body and rolling off the bed. Cersei's muffled complaint if ignored by the young man, as he walks towards his mirror. "My father revealed his true self, my father acted with honor and honesty and my father is dead."

Jon Arryn. The late Hand of the King was the first one to find out about Jaime and her. She was lucky he died before their secret was told to the King, who'd most likely believe the man's words. Now, though, they had other problems…

"It's a pity our affair won't last for very long…" the Queen says, pushing the sheets down to reveal her whole, slender body to him. Artys eyes her with desire, if his erect manhood wasn't proof enough- though he somehow manages to retain control of his own lust. "After all, you're leaving for the Eyre soon."

"Maybe…" he then walks towards her in long gracious steps, leaning down to kiss the Lannister beauty passionately. After they break apart, with a thin string of saliva in between their mouths, he continues. "…I could postpone my departure for a few months."

With a naughty smile as response, Cersei rolls over him, shifting their positions so that she is now on top. Slow and sensually, she brings herself down on his cock- sheathing him deep inside her wet, aching cunt.

"Yes, just like that~" The Queen lets out a loud, pleased moan when her hips reach the base of his cock. Quick to adapt to the new position, Artys begins to slowly thrust up inside her- his movements being smooth and passionate. "I never want to get out of this bed~"

And for the first time in many years, Cersei truly meant what she said- and with a man that wasn't her brother, nonetheless.

Chapter End

A/N: Aaaaaand another short chapter for you guys, hope this keeps you at bay while I take the week to study. Make your bets about Bran- will he fall or not? And if he does, who throws him out, Artys or Jaime?

So…Cersei and Artys now have an affair. How will things work out for those two? Who's the predator and who's the prey? See more on the next chapters, and don't forget to Follow and review.

Love you guys. Papa's out.

Wildfurion.