Chapter 18: Talks

In the South….

Gerion Lannister POV

Since she arrived, he and Myrcella have spent a lot of time together, exchanging kisses, hugs, and almost everything that the so-called love stories say happens between lovers.

It's that "almost everything" that Gerion didn't like because it's what he wanted the most and it will be denied to him till the day of his wedding, which will take place in five days.

Now he and Myrcella were walking through the woods, near Castely Rock. They had gone out for lunch, only the two of them, and now they were returning to the castle hand in hand, and with the other, he was holding his horse.

They walked in silence, Myrcella stared at the ground, and he gave her a few glances sometimes. This afternoon, Gerion revealed to her his feelings, how much he wanted her, and how much he liked her. He also said that he loved her. Of course, it was partially true, but his grandfather Tywin taught him that he had to use every means to achieve his purpose, especially lying, and that women were very easy prey to these kinds of speeches and compliments. Especially the royal princesses, and the noble ladies. Because all of them had in mind to marry the so-called Prince Charming, the Prince of their dreams.

Deciding to break this silence, Gerion asked, "Myrcella, is everything okay?"

"What?" she asked with a confused, but smiling, look. One of the things he liked about Myrcella, is that she was a girl always cheerful and smiling, no matter the situation.

So stopping he asked, "I see you engulfed in thoughts, and I wondered if maybe I made you angry, saying something wrong."

"No, Gerion. On the contrary. They were thoughtful, in a positive light. Because of the words, you told me. And please know that's what I think too. And in this month I also started to know this land. My mother's land. Of course, it's still early, but I already like it."

Gerion smiled, and kissed her on the lips, " Come. Let's go back to the castle," he said riding it, and then sitting down too, and galloping towards the castle.

When they arrived at the castle, Gerion headed towards the king's study, while Myrcella went to her rooms. She said she needed some rest.

When he arrived at his grandfather's study, the King, Gerion, after knocking and obtaining permission to enter, saw that the King was busy writing and signing dispatches.

"How are things going with Myrcella? Has she already fallen in love with you?"

"I think so," replied Gerin, taking some wine, and also bringing it to the king, who refused.

"Good. The sooner she falls in love with you, the sooner we will win the trust of Stormlands, with the son you will have. In the coming months."

Gerion nodded, and as he was looking around the study, his gaze landed on the table with the map. "I see that our plans are proceeding as expected. How long before the invasion of the Reach? "

"Soon. Their diplomacy with Dorne will soon fall and war will break out."

"And the North?"

"The young king left for the Wall, to fight or deal with the wildlings, leaving his incapable wife as the ruler, and above all no heir. This means that, when he dies at the Wall, which I have already taken care of for it to happen, the kingdom will be torn apart by rebellions, with Ashara Dayne, who will surely defend the right of her daughter, with the help of that crazy Aerys Targaryen, and on the other hand, there will be Catelyn Tully, who will want to put her son on the throne, with the help of his father, King Hoster Tully, and perhaps even of the Valle."

"I don't think that Hoster Tully, and Jon Arryn, have the courage, or rather the stupidity to invade the North.

" No, they don't, but their children, yes, and I have recently discovered that Robert Arryn is not the son of King Jon Arryn, but of the queen's lover. A certain Littlfinger, who from what my spies have told me, is a brothel owner and Master of Coin."

"And I'm sure you've already made plans to weaken these kingdoms, haven't you?" Gerion smirked.

"Of course. Everything has been arranged. Every kingdom has its traitors, those who hate their ruler but who don't have the courage to dethrone him without outside help."

" Impressive!" Gerion replied. He has always been impressed by his grandfather's sharp mind and above all by his confidence. He was always one step ahead of his enemies and this is why the king was very sure of the success of his plan. And one more assurance gave him, the power of his armies.

But Gerion didn't like one thing of the King. And it was the fact that he underestimated, the ruthlessness, the cold blood, the ferocity of the King in the North. Who, from what is said about him, and especially about certain recent events, was a very dangerous young man. As he finished the wine from his goblet and placing it on the table, Gerion asked, "Recently, I have heard bad rumors from the North. They say that the young king is cruel to his enemies, especially with those who threaten his beloved ones. He tortured and slaughtered the assassins."

" So? All rulers do that. Even the nobles. It's the only way they can get the answers out. You have no chance of ruling without these means. The sooner you understand it, the better."

Gerion nodded, although he was not happy with the answer, and did not agree with his grandfather. He didn't take it seriously, and Gerion fears that soon they will find a wolf on their doorstep, or worse, a Dragon.

But it was time to leave, he had to go and talk to his mother but before he could get out his grandfather called him, and he turned to him "Gerion. You must know, that the bedding ceremony will be held. There is no opposition in that. Do you understand me?"

Gerion nodded and left the studio. Well, this will be a very awkward situation, and he will need to seek advice from his mother.

Ollena Tyrell

Ollena was sitting in the garden with her ladies trying to swallow the news they just received with the Dornish envoy, who was certainly detained. His nephew, the heir of the House and the one who was the most decent to rule the kingdom had died, killed in a naval attack by the Dornishmen themselves, as he was heading to marry the princess. She was convinced from the beginning that it was a bad idea, but she was hopeful that any resentment between Dorne and The Reach in the past would now be over, but apparently, she was wrong. And that cost them a Prince.

She just hoped that her idiot son wouldn't do something really stupid like send the army to the border and expose them to the Lannisters.

"Mother!" And there he was, she thought, looking toward the entrance, that fool of her son. "I sent the army to the border with Dorne. Soon we will invade the country."

"For all the gods, Mace. Have you lost your mind?"

"I am the king, mother, and I have every intention of showing them the power of The Reach, and avenge my son."

"And tell me, you idiot. How do you intend to avenge your son if we're all dead?"

"What do you mean?" he asked with a confused air and Ollena rolled her eyes at him.

" With every day that passes you are dumber than your father. By sending the army to the border you have weakened the defenses of the capital."

"But we still have 5,000 men here. And..."

"Oh, and you think that 5,000 men are enough to stop Tywin Lannister's hunger for power? Or the traitors who hide in our kingdom?"

"But..."

"No buts. Who leads the army that is marching?."

"Garlan."

"Then you're even more stupid. You send your second son and current heir up to the front line?"

"But mother..."

"No. From now on, don't make any more plans without my consent. Now go away, and call back the army." And her son left all grumpy. Ollena sighed. Her son will soon send her to the grave, and with her the House too if he keeps making these mistakes. It was time to find a husband for Margery, and above all ask Dorne to send the bodies of their fallen, especially that of their prince, and also receive compensation for this.

"Help me to get up and return to my rooms, my dear," asked Ollena to one of her ladies in waiting, whose name she also forgot.

When she arrived at her room, Ollena saw that her niece was waiting for her and greeted her " Grandmother ".

"What is it, my dear?"

"Is it true? Willas is dead?"

"I'm afraid it is, my dear. Of course, I won't believe until we have his body," she answered hugging and kissing her on the forehead. "Now I'll have to write to Dorne, and then find a husband worthy of you."

"Do you already have someone in mind?"

" Maybe. But I'm still waiting for my spies to gather more information about them before I decide."

"Decide quickly, Grandmother, because the time is running out," Margery said, kissing her on the cheek and then leaving the room.

She sighed. Her granddaughter was right, and too many here want their ruin because they say they have no right to rule over The Reach. But finding allies in these dark times, with the Winter coming, is a very difficult task.

Arianne POV

Arianne told her father about what Quentyn was plotting, but he didn't believe her. On the contrary, he accused her of using every possible way to achieve her purpose.

She was furious, and she needed to let off steam, and what better way than to fuck. And not having her beloved Daemon, the person who will satisfy this desire will be the Prince of the Reach himself. After all, according to the papers he was her husband, why not make it official, in secret, and who knows that it will not result in the birth of a Bastard who will unite the two Kingdoms under the law of Dorne.

When she arrived at the Cave, she saw that he wasn't inside and panic took over her. If someone finds out and tells her father, things will go very badly for her.

Leaving it, she began to look around the cave, but there was no trace, then, looking upward, because of the verse of a bird, she ran to the place around which he was flying.

Arianne remembered a certain waterfall that flowed down from a nearby mountain, always in an underground lake, but the problem was that too many people knew that place, so she increased the speed of her pace, almost running.

When she arrived at her destination, Arianne saw him there, without clothes, all naked, with his back and ass turned towards her, washing himself from the waterfall.

He was really a handsome man, and this only confirmed him further. But when he turned around Arianne finally saw it, his cock. He was really thick and long. And above all hard. And she knew why.

And his mouth watered to such a vision.

Smirking she began to approach him, silently, without shoes and taking off the dress she was wearing. Once close to him, she wrapped her hands around his waist and began to kiss him on the shoulders, with her breast against his back.

He noticed this and immediately broke the contact and backed away.

"Nymeria?... What are you doing?"

"I thought you also wanted this? Don't you want me anymore? This is not what you wanted from the beginning? My lips around your dick, that I suck it and that I drink your sperm? Or your dick inside my warm, and welcoming pussy?" She started touching and massaging her cunt and his cock stir. She smirked and began to approach him with a predatory style, ready to attack. Dorne's real viper.

Once in front of him, she pushed him against the rocky wall of the waterfall, and lowered herself, licking his cock, and then taking him in her hand. By the gods, he was very long and thick, just as she saw him from afar, or even better. And he was bigger than Daemon's one.

Arianne immediately began to stroke him, slowly, and saw how precum was coming out of the tip of his cock, and she licked him off with her tongue.

Even though his cock was still wet from the water from the waterfall, Arianne put some spit on it and began to stroke him faster, and hearing him moan, she took him in her mouth. First, only the tip, making circles with her tongue on it. Then she started to take it more and more, but being big and long, Ariadne didn't know if she would be able to take him completely.

Moving her mouth along with her tongue, up and down, she let trails of saliva descend from her mouth onto her member, and from the corners of her mouth, using one hand, Arianne massaged his balls.

Gasps and groans... curse words muttered under his breath. She feels his hands go to her head and lightly press downward. She looks up through her lashes and sees his eyes are shut... he's content...good, she thought.

He pulls on her hair slightly and she moans. He then began to thrust in her mouth more and more and with a quick rhythm, making her gag, because of his big size.

She then heard him say, "I'm going to..."

His breathing comes out in small pants and his fingers tighten in her hair. She moves her mouth up and down while using her tongue to caresses the length of him and…... he releases inside of her mouth. Seeds shoot to the back of her throat.

He landed on the rocks under him, breathless, meanwhile, she swallowed all his cum, licking her lips and cleaning herself with the back of her hand.

She began to observe him in silence, and after a while, he asked, "How many men have you had?"

"Jealous?" she asked, smirking and with a raised eyebrow.

"No," he replied, "I just want to compare our experiences."

Compare, Arianne thought. Apparently, she wasn't good enough in what she did, and she couldn't help but feel offended or hurt. She was sure of her experience and her seductive arts. Or maybe...

"If I told you I've been with more than twenty men, would you think I'm a whore?"

"No. Because I don't know you. I don't know your story. "

"And what does my story have to do with a whore's work?"

"Because that' for sure was what made you do that,"

"What if I told you that being a whore was my choice because I like to fuck with men and women? Is that a problem for you? Or is it a judgment?"

"No, it's not a judgment. Because who am I to judge the work of a woman. Especially of one to whom I owe my life. And it's not even a problem."

She smiled. Apparently, the Prince knows how to play this game very well, and she is far from ending it.

"Did you choose the path of your life?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We are the creators of our own destiny. And the choices we make can lead us to greatness or to destruction."

"Wise words. Did you learn them before or after discovering that you were marrying our princess? Because your choices lead her away from her destiny. "

"I think we've talked about this before. There was no room for choice in this. Or maybe it was. Perhaps the choice between the survival of my people was more important than the whim of a princess for her throne. "

" A whim? You should be the last to talk about whim. Because in this situation you are the only one who gains not me," she replied with anger, realizing the mistake she made.

"You?" he asked.

"Let's get it over with. I don't want to argue. "

" Fine!" He said as he stood up. She looked at him in confusion, but he immediately lifted her up and placed her against the wall, and attached her mouth with ravenous kisses.

She ran her hands through his hair, and he began to leave a trail of kisses as he traveled downwards, stopping on her full and big breasts. The best part of her body.

She saw him as he took them in his hand, weighing them, squeezing them and passing his thumb over her hard nipples.

"Do you like them?" she asked smiling, confidently.

"Maybe" he replied, and she frowned.

"Have you seen better?"

"Maybe" he replied, looking her in the eyes, but not taking his hands off her breast. When she looked at him, he laughed and said, "I was joking. "

And kneeling down, he immediately attacked her pussy, with his mouth, opening her lips with his fingers.

She gasped, grabbing his hair as she bucked against his lips with abandon. She felt how her legs were about to give up because of the pleasure he was giving her. He, putting her leg over his shoulder, found her hidden sensitive part, and that was the end.

She screamed more and more, pressing on his head, gripping him so strongly, that she was sure it brings him pain.

Arching her back she released a big and loud scream, that she was sure all Dorne have heard her, as she spent into his mouth. He blinked, licking his lips, and so he rose up, and getting her up too, and she wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively.

"What are you doing?" Arianne asked, knowing perfectly what he was going to do.

"I'm going to fuck you hard," he replied.

"But I need..." her words died when she felt his big cock thrusting into her tight cunt with a mighty thrust. She opened her mouth, gasping, and closing her eyes, for the pain mixed with the pleasure it gave her. Because even though she was no longer a virgin, hid member was still bigger than Daemon's one, and her body had to adjust to his size.

He immediately began to thrust in her, with strength, and her back against the wall hurt her. But she endured it, wrapping her arms around his neck.

She felt like her dick was destroying her walls while he was fucking her fast and hard. Gods, how beautiful it was. She has never experienced this kind of pleasure with Daemon, and she doesn't know what she will do when the Prince leaves, after having tasted it.

When her thrusts became slower and weaker she began to push him down by his shoulders and knocking him down to the ground. Once above him, the Prince was at her mercy, and she began to ride him.

Increasing the rhythm of her hips' movement, Arianne took the Prince's hands and placed them on her tits, and moaned at the feeling of having his hands on her breast.

The Prince brought one of his hand between their contact and began to massage her sensitive part, increasing the pleasure. As she was riding him hard and fast bent over and kissed his plump lips, continuing her assault. She felt the way his cock twitched inside of her causing waves of pleasure to wash over her as her climax neared.

"You need to get off of me, or I'm..."

But it was too late because he spilled his seed deep inside her cnut, painting her walls with white, and she arched her back, with closed eyes, smiling.

She landed over him, and they both were breathless, and she was speechless, except for one thing and the gods, and he may forgive her for admitting, "one " she said. "I had only one, who recently was killed and I want you to know, that you were better. "

She didn't know why she wanted him to know this. Was this part of the game she was playing? Or... Was she falling in love with him? Seven Gods... She really hoped that it wasn't the later.

As he was stroking his fingers up and down along her spine, she heard how his heart began to slow down, and he said, "Same. And she wasn't as good or as beautiful as you."

She didn't know if this answer was true or not, but she wanted to ask one thing anyway, "Did you love her?"

"Jealous?"

"No," she replied, even though she still felt a new feeling, not yet known.

"No," he replied, and she smiled, and her heart was beating with joy, even if she didn't know why.

"And you?" he asked.

"Yes. With all my heart, even if it was an impossible union."

"How did he die?"

"My father killed him because he thought he was involved in something shady," she replied, feeling some tears coming down from her eyes, recalling her beloved Daemon.

"I'm sorry," he said, hugging her strongly and kissing her on the hair.

"Thank you," she replied, kissing his chest. But she knew it was time to break this moment because it was becoming too deep, too personal. Swallowing, she added, "it's time to go back to the cave before someone sees you."

He nodded, and she helped him get up, only now remembering the wounds he had.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I had completely forgotten..."

"Don't worry. What happened today will be worthy of a few days of pain."

She smiled and didn't know why, but she wanted to kiss him. And she gave him a slow kiss on the lips. "

During their walk back to the cave, Arianne said, "Never leave the cave without me, do you understand me?"

He nodded and they parted.

When she returned to her room in the evening and to her empty bed, Arianne could not sleep. She couldn't get her mind off the pleasure she had received, the feeling of having him inside her, and so she began to do something she hadn't done in a long time. Pray. She begged the Seven Gods to prevent her from falling in love with him.

"Willas," she whispered his name before falling asleep, remembering what happened during the day.