Alica survived her journey to Harrenhal. She had herself washed of her disguise the night before they would arrive at Harrenhal. Harrenhal would be a safe place for her, especially with Lord Tywin there. During her journey, Alica healed, and she would take full advantage of pleasuring her husband tonight after over three months of carnal separation.
It was the first time in two weeks Tywin saw his wife with her natural black hair. She wore her hair down, wildly curled as it naturally was, clean from her bath several hours before. She wore a nightgown that was sheer enough that Tywin saw the coloration of her nipples in the candlelight.
"Strip." Alica commanded. Tywin smirked and obeyed, taking his clothes off in front of his wife. When he was fully nude, Alica strode over and pushed him on the bed. She straddled him, trying to untie the laces of her nightgown before Tywin grew impatient and tore the cloth. Alica shrugged it off and cast it on the ground before lowering herself on his cock.
She cried out in pleasure, finally, her cravings were fulfilled. Tywin grabbed her hips, guiding them to move up and down his cock. Alica, despite her desire to dominate Tywin, found herself that she was the one being dominated. Despite his position, Tywin's power came through and won her over. Alica in her pleasure was clay in Tywin's hands, she allowed him to mold her how he wished.
Tywin eventually grew tired of his position and overpowered Alica, laying her down and climbing on top of her. He lifted her legs, resting her feet on his shoulders before continuing his domination of her cunt. Alica succumbed to Tywin's needs, allowing herself to be fucked like a common whore. Alica's guttural moans attracted the attention of Lannister men, who surrounded the tent from a distance so they wouldn't get caught by Lord Tywin.
They placed bets on who would come first. Most thought Lady Alica, but eventually, Tywin grew louder, which made those who bet on Alica feel nervous about whether the gold in their pockets would stay.
"Oh yes! Tywin! Yes!" Alica screamed as Tywin repositioned her so he could fuck her like a Dothraki horselord, his fingernails digging into her hips, his strength keeping her from writhing away from him, driving her mad and only making her louder and needier.
"You're fulfilling your marital obligations so wonderfully, my sweet little wife." Tywin
snarled loud enough for the men outside of the tent to hear. "Your bear in your belly the fate of House Lannister, my legacy, and you'll bear more babes that will go on to be knights, wives, maybe even future royalty. For as long as your body is mine, I will fuck the future into it."
Tywin lowered himself so his lips ghosted her ear before whispering quietly enough the Lannister men outside had no idea he was even speaking. They were too distracted by Alica's whimpers and squeals to even know the things he said.
"We're going to take King's Landing for ourselves. Slowly, but surely. Cersei and Joffrey will tear apart King's Landing. We'll slowly get the people on our side, we'll crush the Baratheon and northern rebels, we'll infiltrate our way into the royal fold and we will demand the debts owed to us. It will crippled the Baratheon dynasty and bring its irresponsibility and recklessness to heel. They will become weak, and when they do, we will strike and reveal Cersei's secrets. Her adultery, her incest, her treason against Robert Baratheon. Then we'll reveal Joffrey's true status as an incestuous bastard. The people will riot for a new king when the proof is presented, when they see for themselves the travesty the Baratheon royalty have caused them. In time, I will sit on the Iron Throne and House Lannister will be royalty once again, like they were hundreds of years ago. You will be queen, you will sit beside me and watch the whole of Westeros change right before your eyes. Tyros will be the king after I die, our next son Lord of Casterly Rock, and all the rest will be princes and princesses." Tywin stopped his whispers of his grand scheme and positioned Alica so she faced him, taking note of her dumbfounded face. She was shocked Tywin would tell her such things, but at the same time, Alica enjoyed the thrill of it all. She looked her husband in the eye and writhed against him. She groaned when Tywin grabbed her thighs and held them as he fucked her.
She thought about what he said, she thought about how Tywin told her she was a queen in all but name. Had he been planning this the whole time, or was this a new development? She looked at Tywin to see that he had all the qualities of a good king. He lead like a king, he thought like a king, he ruled like a king, he fought like a king, he looked like a king, and he fucked like a king. Alica was in so much pleasure at this revelation that she was in pain, feeling the pain of being kept from her release. It was the best pain Alica felt in her life.
Niether side of the Lannister men won the bet that night. It was indistinguishable from the old lion's roar and his bride's screams who came first. Alica nearly went to sleep before Lord Tywin whispered yet something else in her ear.
"You wanted revenge? This will be our revenge." Tywin climbed off of his wife and laid next to her, taking her in his arms and pulling her so their sweaty, rosy bodies were flush against each other. "The lives of you and my son who grows inside of you were put in jeopardy by Cersei, she is a threat to everyone in Westeros, and she will continue to drag the realm into the seven hells with her until she is stopped." Tywin explained. "Once I win this war and take my place as Hand of the King, things will change, and it'll be the seed of a Lannister dynasty."
"The stags will be no match for the lions." Alica whispered, smiling deviously. "Goodnight, your grace."