STORY TITLE: Reyne's Rebirth
PART: 05 of ? Preparations
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: , Questionable Questing, Hentai-Foundry, Archive of Our Own
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, they all belong to George R.R. Martin and HBO
SUMMARY: The Lannisters believed they had destroyed the last of the Reyne family during their rebellion. But they were wrong, and in the aftermath of Prince Rhaegar's defeat of Robert Baratheon at the Trident, the last Reyne makes his plans to return.
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Harem
RELATIONSHIPS: Rhaegar/Lyanna, Rhaegar/Elia Martell, Ned Stark/Catelyn Stark, Aemon Targaryen/Arya Stark, Robb Stark/Rhaenys Targaryen, Randal Reyne (OC)/Daenerys Targaryen, Randal Reyne/Multiple Women
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 8,314
SPOILERS: None, goes AU before Season One of Game of Thrones
NOTE ON CANON CHANGES: In addition to the initial change of Rhaegar's victory and the ripples from that, another major change is that, in this AU, the Reyne's and Tarbeck families had managed to rival the Lannister's in wealth, and held the debts of many noble families.
WARNINGS: If you've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest. Of course, since we are talking about the Targaryen's, incest as well.
MINOR NOTE ABOUT ROBIN ARRYN: On the TV show, Jon's son was named Robin, but in the books he was named Robert. I'm choosing to go with the book naming.
Family Dining Hall
The Red Keep
Later that Afternoon
302 AC
Ned Stark looked over at the King with a small smirk - Rhaegar didn't seem injured, and his wives didn't appear unhappy... so either he hadn't mentioned the change of plans for the wedding of Princess Daenerys and Ser Randal Reyne, or they didn't have any objections to making it a triple wedding
Which was rather odd, as royal protocol demanded that the Heir, Aegon, be married first ahead of the second son. Well, if the King wanted to change tradition, that was his royal prerogative... even if he might upset some of the southron Great Houses, who clung to tradition almost as firmly as the Faith did. As far as Ned was concerned, he'd informed Cat and Arya that the King had agreed to the match, and that was all that was important.
Well, apart from how hard his ribs still ached from the force of Arya's hug.
Ned really was doing his best to pretend he hadn't heard his 16 year old daughter's excited words about finding Aemon, in order to celebrate the big news. He wouldn't be nearly as disturbed, if he didn't strongly suspect Arya's idea of 'celebrating' involved very little in the way of clothing. And with her own cousin!
If it wasn't for the prophecy about the child of the Dragonwolf and the Wolf-Maiden that Rhaegar had written him about, he would have sent Aemon back to Kings Landing when he and Arya started getting so close. Ned was well aware that several of his bannermen would have a problem with the marriage, but were devout enough to accept the word of the Gods. Especially since the prophecy also referred to the Menace from the Northern Ice. All of his bannermen were aware of what was happening at the Wall, and that would just add weight to the prophecy.
That still didn't make it any easier to accept that his 16 year old daughter was so eager to experience the pleasures of the bed. Ned knew he was being more than a little hypocritical, especially since he had bedded his first wench before his 14th Name Day, and Arya wasn't that much older. But it was different when it was your own daughter, damn it!
It didn't help matters that his own wife laughed at him, either! Cat had reminded him of all the things the two of them had gotten up to at roughly the same age, and also reminded him how neither of them had been virgins at their bedding, were they? It was just that he was getting older and didn't want to think of his daughter encountering somebody who acted the way he did, at six and ten!
Of course, Ned couldn't let that comment about his age stand, and soon had his wife's dress on the floor and her laying on top of the table as he plunged his cock deep into her cunt, with Catelyn's eager participation.
Fortunately they had finished, and just barely dressed again, when Robb knocked on the door.
His oldest son took a look at Cat's disheveled appearance and actually had the nerve to smirk at him, but Ned ignored it with dignity. Robb just wanted to talk about the plans for he and Sansa to remain behind in King's Landing after the wedding. They talked for several minutes about the arrangements, before Cat left to take a bath before dinner.
It was after Catelyn left that Robb admitted he had a more serious concern, namely the Reyne family. He and Randal had become fairly friendly since the tourney, and even more since Randal had started showing him the Water Dance. Robb's concern was whether he should support his new friend in his goals of reestablishing the Reyne family in the Westerlands.
Ned had been a little surprised that Robb was aware of Reyne's plans, because they were supposed to be closely held. The King had confided in him, of course, and Ned had been shocked that Randal was planning to give all the children his name, because that simply wasn't something that was done.
Granted, the first son he had with the Princess would be the Heir to the family, but it would still cause some unrest with the highborn families throughout the realm that were more devout in their worship of the Seven In One.
Of course, the King would probably be willing to grant them legitimacy, since his children by both wives were considered legitimate. But Rhaegar was a bit of a law unto himself, and popular enough with the smallfolk and nobility that the older families wouldn't be likely to move against him, especially since the King had finally managed to get the sewers and water system of King's Landing working properly. The water was far cleaner all through the city, and the smell of shit was gone, making the air a lot more pleasant than it had been when they rode back from the Tower of Joy.
Ned could see that his oldest son was concerned, especially since they would be family by marriage very shortly. He asked if Robb had discussed his thoughts with Rhaenys - and Robb laughed, his soon to be wife had been wondering if Robb could find a similar reason to add more women to the household. Apparently, she liked the idea of getting a few of the highborn family daughters between her thighs!
Well, Rhaenys was half-Dornish. Not to mention her uncle was Oberyn Martell, and practically the entire realm knew about his eight bastards...
There wasn't much Ned could say to that, especially since, from the look in Robb's eye, his son liked the idea as well. Hell, so did he! But that didn't help his firstborn with his concerns.
The best Ned could do was tell Robb to follow his instincts, but to be careful before swearing support, because a Stark would rather die than break his bond.
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Ned had watched as Rhaegar had taken Randal and Daenerys aside before the food was served, and since both of them had smiled and nodded, they must not have objected to the addition of the two other couples to the wedding ceremony. It actually made a certain amount of sense, tradition and his daughter's desire to bed Aemon aside, because the guests wouldn't need to stay in King's Landing for longer than necessary. Not to mention, it was easier to prepare one wedding feast than three. Easier on the Master of Coin as well, but that really wasn't his concern.
The majority of the conversation at the table was about the weddings, of course, and Ned let if flow around him, since he and Rhaegar had been made aware that their opinions weren't needed. Not that he had any particular interest in the fripperies of the dresses the brides were going to wear, although Arya was still trying to argue against them, naturally enough. Still, she was overridden by Cat, Lyanna and Elia, so Arya had just stuck her tongue out at all of them and then pouted.
Ned pretended not to notice his daughter's grin when Daenerys leaned over and whispered something in her ear, but he couldn't avoid realizing how Arya dropped her objections almost immediately after the Princess had whispered in her ear. He really didn't want to know!
Ned also watched Sansa and Aegon during the conversation, and while the two of them were listening with interest, neither of them showed any particular desire to be one of the couples that were getting married. The two were close, at least somewhat, but he couldn't tell if it was just friendship or something more. The two probably didn't know either, but then again, there was no rush.
If Sansa and Aegon grew closer, close enough for the Heir to the Iron Throne to choose to make his daughter the future Queen of the realm, that would be fine. More than fine, really, especially since it would make his Lady wife very happy. And if not, it wouldn't do Sansa any harm to be introduced to the lords and ladies of the royal court, and their sons.
Aegon would certainly have no shortage of highborn ladies throwing themselves at him. Indeed… Ned had already heard rumors about Margaery Tyrell being under consideration for the Prince's future bride, before he and his family had arrived in King's Landing. Or Princess Arianne Martell from Dorne. Or even Shireen Baratheon from Storm's End, as a way to finally heal the breach between the Stags and the Dragons…
Southron politics. It truly made Ned glad that he was a Northman!
Well, only time would tell with regards to the Heir's marriage, and they needed to get through these three weddings first before worrying about Aegon and Sansa.
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Daenerys's Bedchamber
Later that Night
Dany lay back against the pillows panting, a wide smile on her face as she recovered from Jasmine's attentions. Jasmine and Imra had been taking turns to join her in bed for the last several nights, ensuring that Dany was comfortable pleasuring and enjoying pleasure from other women. Of course, they all knew that from the first night, the truth was she really enjoyed playing with her maids and the two of them enjoyed it just as much.
Tonight had been different, because Elia had started teaching her how to enjoy taking her husband in the rear, and Dany had been looking forward to this lesson. Both Jasmine and Imra had delighted in telling her all about their time in Randal's bed, and how much they enjoyed being taken that way. So Dany had taken special care during her bath to make sure that she was clean, and helped Jasmine to do the same.
The two of them were already sitting naked on the bed when Elia arrived, her ever-present case in her hands. She had pulled out two small toys and a bottle of oil, showing them how to coat their fingers with the oil and start rubbing the tight ring to relax it. Dany and Jasmine had pulled their legs up and reached down, enjoying the feelings of her fingertips popping into her bottom. It was the first time that anything had gone inside her there, and it was a strange feeling - but as Dany moved her finger around, it started to feel good, especially when she started rubbing her pussy with her other hand.
Dany bit her lip to keep from moaning as she worked another finger into her rear, the feeling of tightness was incredible! And when she got the third finger in? She couldn't help herself, she was so aroused that her fingers started plunging into her pussy, her thumb rubbing her clit, and the explosive climax almost took her head off!
She distantly heard Jasmine crying out her own pleasure, and Dany wanted to smile, sharing something so intimate with the other girl. She was already anticipating the two of them sharing her husband when they were married, it was going to be amazing!
When Dany was aware of herself again, she saw Elia staring at her, a wide smile on her face.
Elia shook her head and said, "I honestly don't know if I should warn your husband or not, he will have utterly no idea what a demon you shall be when he beds you! I absolutely love taking my husband in my ass, and always have, but it still takes me a little while to prepare myself. But you, Daenerys? Ser Reyne could probably take you over the altar at the Great Sept, and you would be losing your mind before he got a finger inside you."
Dany flushed as she imagined the scene, her fingers rubbing herself idly, before she shook her head and focused on Elia again. Jasmine had recovered from her own orgasm and was licking her fingers clean of her pussy juices.
Elia handed the two of them towels to clean the fingers that had been in their rear holes, and, when they were done, she picked up the two long thin toys. "As Jasmine already knows quite well, this is a lot thinner than your future husband, but it will do to get you used to the feeling."
Jasmine nodded enthusiastically, and was reaching for the oil to coat the toy, and Dany followed her example, before putting the tip of the toy against her stretched out ass.
She sighed happily as it slid inside her, her hand gripping the base as she pushed it deep into her body, before pulling it out. Without thinking, Dany reached over and started rubbing Jasmine, making the girl moan as she used the toy on her own ass. The two of them were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn't even notice when Elia had picked up her case and walked out of the room.
It was no surprise to Dany that she dreamed of being with Randal that night, and Jasmine was with them in the dream. The two of them were loving each other while he watched, before his fingers stretched her out and his cock entered her tightness. In her dreams it was wonderful, she was climaxing from the beginning, but the dragons flying overhead were a little distracting.
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Randal Reyne's Quarters
Approximately the Same Time
Randal sat at the desk in the corner of his room, writing quietly so he didn't disturb the sleeping girl in his bed. Imra had a satisfied smile on her face as she slept; she claimed she didn't have the energy to go back to her quarters when they'd finished. He wasn't that surprised, of course - he'd taken her in all three holes, as well as watching as she fingered herself to several separate climaxes that night.
Imra had fingered herself as she described what she and Dany had done in bed the night before, and Randal was impressed at how enthusiastic his future wife was proving to be. From what Imra and Jasmine had told him, Daenerys had very little in the way of inhibitions, especially when it came to playing with other women. That had been one thing he had been concerned about, because he could teach her how to enjoy everything else, but if she had a strong reaction against having sex with a woman… well, it would have made things difficult when he brought Larra into their house.
He had told Daenerys about Larra, and their history together, the day after the wedding was agreed to, and his wife to be was looking forward to meeting Larra. Daenerys had been an infant during the rebellion, so she didn't have the negative feelings about the Baratheons that the King and his wives did; especially since Larra had no memory of Robert.
He was currently writing to Larra, telling her about the progress in clearing Castamere. He had been receiving ravens on a daily basis from the crew of builders he had brought with him, and the ruins should be cleared within another month, and then the rebuilding could begin. It was going to take nearly a year for the keep and walls to be completed, and then to furnish and staff it would take even longer. His firstborn would be nearly two years old before he was able to see his new home!
He snorted, thinking about his future son or daughter when he hadn't even wedded, or bedded the child's mother yet - yes, that was getting a little ahead of himself. But damn it, he had been looking forward to this for 15 years, and having to wait even longer to continue his mission was frustrating.
It would probably be for the best, anyway, Dany would likely prefer to have her family with her when she gave birth, and to have Archmaester Marwyn there. Randal had a lot of respect for Marwyn the Mage, after hearing how he was able to fix the problems Queen Elia had experienced and let her have more children. Randal had seen too many women die in the birthing bed growing up in Essos, and he didn't want to lose his wife that way.
Getting back to the letter, he described how it had suddenly turned into a triple ceremony. Randal had been amused when Dany told him about her conversation with Arya, and what the two girls had been doing prior to the conversation. He was a bit annoyed that Aemon had seen Daenerys's nude body before he had, but he was sure that Dany could convince Arya to repeat the session, with him in attendance this time.
He already had a sneaking suspicion that his eager betrothed would enjoy spending time with Rhaenys as well, and he didn't have a problem with Robb seeing her naked, as long as he was there as well. Randal wasn't planning on trying to bed the other girl, but there was no denying Rhaenys was attractive. He had been developing a friendship with the younger man, and having a member of the Starks supporting him would be a good thing when it came to approaching the other Houses. He wouldn't jeopardize that advantage just to bed the Heir of Winterfell's intended.
Hearing Imra shifting on the bed, Randal finished the letter quickly and rolled it up to be sent before turning back to the bed. The girl was stretching languidly, making her breasts stand out on her chest nicely. When she noticed him looking she smiled and slipped out of bed, reaching for her clothes.
"That was amazing, My Lord, and thank you very much, but I do need to get some sleep. May I be excused?" Imra asked.
Randal briefly grinned and nodded, and the girl made her way out of the room on unsteady legs. Standing up from the desk, he pulled on his trousers and shirt before grabbing the rolled up letter. Pulling on his boots, he stepped out of his room and headed toward the raven's roost.
Hearing footsteps behind him in the passageway, he turned to see who it was - and blinked at the sight of Queen Elia and one of her servants. Seeing the Queen wasn't that much of a surprise, of course, but seeing so much of her was! She was wearing a light robe tied loosely around her waist, showing that she wasn't wearing much of anything underneath.
He tore his eyes away immediately, but the woman just gave a throaty chuckle. "Don't worry about it, Ser Randal, I'm not offended. The Dornish aren't quite as concerned with a bit of skin as the rest of the realm. I've been instructing Princess Daenerys, and I don't know whether to envy or pity you." The look of amusement in Elia's eyes told him that there must be quite a story behind that question, but she just continued walking. "Have a pleasant evening, Ser Randal; I'm going to find my husband, and my husband's wife, so they can help me relieve the stress of teaching your future wife."
Reyne managed to answer her, his mind thoroughly occupied with images of Queen Elia and Queen Lyanna naked and entwined, which was probably just what the woman intended. With a soft laugh, Randal set the thoughts aside and managed to get the letter sent on its way. He then hurried back to his rooms, knowing that he was going to be thinking quite heavily about the two women for the foreseeable future.
He was right.
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The Kingsroad
Not far from Castle Cerwyn
The Next Day
Ser Jamie Lannister rode at a steady pace, his troops arranged behind him as he followed the road north. His face was impassive as he scanned his surroundings, every movement demonstrating his alertness. In reality, though, his thoughts were hundreds of miles away, wondering about the orders he had received.
On the surface, the King's orders were reasonable, even understandable. The Wall was a major part of the North's defenses, and if there was a possible threat arising from beyond it needed to be dealt with. And he and his men were the closest available. But the timing of the orders, on top of the letter from the King ending his arrangement with that little bitch Rhaenys - well, it made him wonder.
Not that Jamie objected to being free of the woman, he had never felt anything even close to affection for her; but when the King wants you to be betrothed to his daughter, even if it meant giving up the white cloak, there isn't much you can do to avoid it. He understood why the arrangement had been made, of course - it was to keep him under observation. With his father disgraced, and his sister sent away, the King couldn't trust him to return to Casterly Rock as its Lord. At least Tyrion was doing a good job managing things in the Westerlands, from what news he'd received.
He quirked a grin - his younger brother had probably already married his favorite whore and gotten her pregnant with the Lannister Heir by now. Tyrion had never much cared for the proprieties, or what the other highborn families thought of him. Not that Jamie could blame him, everybody had always treated Tyrion with barely hidden disdain for being born a dwarf.
Of course, disdain would have been an improvement in the way their father and sister had treated him. And, while their father had supposedly died of a stomach ailment, Jamie had wondered if the ailment was actually poison, instead? Tyrion had despised their father, and if he had decided to do something about it, well, that was the way it went sometimes. With Tywin in disgrace, and Tyrion already named the Lord of the Rock, nobody could say anything about kinslaying - not without hard proof, anyway, and the Little Lion was far too clever for that.
Seven Hells, there were times when Jamie could have killed the old man himself - especially after what Tywin Lannister had done with Tyrion's first wife, Tysha - and he didn't have half the cause his brother did.
But his brother and father were the least of his concerns right now, even Jamie's worry about his sister Cersei was minor. He was wondering if he was being kept away from King's Landing for a reason? And if there was a reason, what was it? The orders came after the end of the King's anniversary tourney, and there were rumors about something unusual happening during the competition, but nobody seemed to have any details in the towns they'd traveled through. The lack of solid information about what was happening in the South was the worst part - he could drive himself crazy trying to figure things out, and distractions could get him killed if he wasn't careful!
Shaking his head abruptly, Jamie focused on the road ahead. It was still several days' ride to Winterfell, and they would need to get provisions and warmer clothing for the trip to the Wall. Then he and his men would see what they will see.
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Free City of Braavos
A Week Later
Larra Baratheon frowned, as she looked over the men and women who had shown up in response to the word she put out about forming a sellsword company. Less than half of them looked like they could even handle a blade, even if they could lift it! The rest looked like they were more familiar with the inside of a tavern than the training grounds. And Randal was depending on her to form a household guard from this rabble?
She had less than a year to get them ready before they left for Castamere, and by the First Law, if she had to work them near to death to do it? She would! Picking out three of them who looked reasonably competent, Larra picked up her hammer and moved into the center of the group. The rest separated, giving her room to move. Gesturing to the three she had picked, they stepped forward, hands on their sword hilts.
"Right! You three look like you might be worth something. Let's see what you've got. Come at me!"
The three looked at each other and drew their swords, as Larra swung her war-hammer. The closest one aimed a slashing cut at her midsection, which she blocked with her hammer, her eyes on the other two. The second came at her from the opposite side, aiming to hamstring her, but she danced back and the bravo overreached, stumbling into the path of the first attacker, knocking them both into the dirt.
Larra grinned exultantly, this was fun! Too bad Randal wasn't here, she was really going to want to scratch her itch when they'd finished.
The third, a wiry young woman about Randal's age approached her cautiously, her sword held casually as she eyed the swinging hammer.
This one is sensible, Larra thought with a nod, raising her hammer to a defensive position. The woman circled her, dancing forward in a feint, only to move back out of the range of Larra's strike. The two of them stepped back, before the woman darted forward, avoiding Larra's swing, her blade slicing the arm of Larra's tunic, just missing the skin.
The others, including the two who had been knocked in the dirt were watching with interest, as was a well-dressed man who hadn't been part of the original group. Larra thought he looked familiar, but there was no time to wonder why, as the young woman was pressing her with her quickness. The wiry woman came close to reaching her with the blade several more times, Larra managing to block or deflect the cut each time, but she was starting to get winded.
Need to end this quick, but damn - it's good to find somebody worthwhile in this lot! Larra thought, as she moved into the woman's slash, her hammer sweeping low and hitting her in the back of her calves, knocking her backward. The blow made her slash go wide, and the woman landed on her back, the hilt still in her grip.
Putting the hammer away, Larra stepped forward, holding out her hand with a smile. "Nicely done! I haven't been pressed that hard in a while, you'll do!"
The woman grinned, accepting the hand up. "Haven't gone against a hammer before, it's an interesting style."
"I can use a variety of blades, but prefer the hammer - it tends to scare the crap out of people."
The woman laughed, "If I hadn't watched you with the other two first, it would have scared me as well, but you still beat me. I'm Tinya, formerly of Pyke." the woman said, as the two of them walked over to the other two fighters.
Larra looked at the three of them, and said, "Stay behind when I dismiss this lot, we'll grab a tankard and I'll go over what I'm looking for."
The tryouts continued for a while, but Robert Baratheon's daughter found few among the applicants she thought were actually worth her time. Turning to the others, Larra raised her voice. "Alright, you bastards, if you think you've got what it takes, be back here by an hour passed sunrise - and be prepared to hurt! If you want to stand beside us, you're going to fucking well earn it! And be sober, any man or woman who shows up drunk - their head will meet my war hammer!"
As the crowd dispersed, the well-dressed man stayed behind, and Larra looked at him curiously. She knew she had seen the man before, but it wasn't until he moved forward that she recognized him. "And what brings the retired First Sword here today? Not looking for a job, are you?" Her tone was respectful, nobody achieved the title of First Sword without being an extremely dangerous man, but she wasn't going to show the slightest nervousness to the man, or the three who would possibly be her officers.
The man grinned slightly, "Boredom actually, I was visiting some of my old haunts and saw the crowd. I watched your fight against these three, and was rather impressed. You wield that hammer extremely well, but can you teach your people how to wield a blade?"
"I've taught the blade before, but I am better with the hammer," Larra admitted.
Syrio Forel nodded, "We all have our strengths, and teaching the blade is one of mine. I had been considering traveling to King's Landing for something different, but teaching this lot might be interesting enough." The genial smile dropped away and he looked at her intently, "But I must know, what is the purpose of this company? Are they to be common sellswords, or do you have a different purpose in mind?"
Larra saw that Tinya and the other two were just as interested, and she smiled, "If you wish to truly know the answer? Then join us for a tankard, I was about to discuss that very subject with my potential officers."
Ten minutes later, the five of them were sitting in the shade outside a tavern, a drink in their hand, and Larra said, "I've been given the commission to form a company that will serve as Household guards for the Reyne family in Westeros. The new Lord Reyne has been recognized by the King of the Sunset Kingdoms, and is having Castamere rebuilt. Once it is completed, Lord Reyne and his wife, the King's sister, Daenerys and their children will be taking up residence, and they will need trustworthy retainers. The guards will be for defensive purposes, since Lord Reyne is not going to be reluctant in avoiding making enemies."
Looking at the other three, Larra added, "Those of you who have families will be expected to bring them along, because one of Lord Reyne's goals is to see Castamere filled with children's happy laughter, to banish the ghosts of those killed by Tywin Lannister."
Syrio Forel looked at her for a long moment, before nodding and draining his tankard. "A laudable goal, I believe I support it." Standing, he nodded to the four of them, "I'll see you at sunrise. Good day."
Looking at the two men, whose names were Barron and Jespon, Larra said, "Since you haven't raised any objections, can I assume the two of you have no problems serving under my command?"
Barron, the first of the men she had faced, shook his head. "No, Commander, not at all, especially knowing that we will be serving the Reyne's. I had a cousin who once served the Reyne family, and who was killed in the purge. He wasn't a soldier, he was merely a groom for their horses, but they cut him to pieces anyway!"
Jespon shook his head, but didn't say anything. Tinya just shrugged, "Beats going back to Pyke and letting my parents marry me off to that cunt from House Dagmer. There'll be time for marriage and babes when I'm older."
Larra grinned slightly, she had noticed something in the other woman's eyes as she spoke, and she gestured for Tinya to remain behind. "Good, because you three will be my sub-commanders. I'm going to be training you to be even harder than the rest of the company, just so that's clear. Now, I've got things to do to get ready for the morning, so I recommend you get some rest. It's going to be several hard months ahead of you, but trust me, it will be worth it."
The two men finished their drinks and departed, and Tinya looked at her with a slight smirk. "So, does my Commander wish to have a private meeting with me?"
"I'm planning on taking you back to my rooms and fucking you senseless, if that's what you meant. I saw the way you were looking at me, and you want me naked as much as I want you, don't you?"
Tinya's smirk widened into the grin and she leaned forward, "I served briefly under Yara Greyjoy, and I agree with her - a good fuck is a good fuck, it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman."
Larra gave her a feral grin, "My rooms are upstairs, let's go!"
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Ten Minutes Later
Larra had the smaller woman pressed against the closed door to her room, her mouth plundering Tinya's as her hand were pulling off the woman's breeches. When she had the girl naked from the waist down, Larra's fingers plunged into the woman's cunt, fingering her roughly. Tinya's hands were fumbling with her tunic, pulling it up, and, breaking the kiss, over her head and tossing it to the side, leaving her completely nude.
Larra kept pumping her fingers, but she pulled back and ordered, "Undress me, girl!"
This was different, usually it was Randal giving her the orders - but Tinya was to serve under her, and she needed to learn her place. The other girl didn't seem to have any objections as her hands tugged Larra's tunic from her breeches and pulled it over her head, although Larra had to pull her fingers out of the girl to get it all the way off.
When Tinya's hands moved to pull her breeches off, Larra took her fingers, slick with the girl's juices, and rubbed them against Tinya's open mouth, pushing them inside. "Suck them, girl, taste yourself - you'll be tasting me very soon!"
The girl locked her lips around the fingers, sucking eagerly, and Larra pressed her thigh between the girl's legs, rubbing Tinya's cunt and pushing her to the edge of a climax. Tinya's hands were roughly fondling her tits, tugging on the nipples as she sucked on Larra's fingers. Tinya whined when Larra pulled her fingers free, but Larra leaned down and captured her mouth again. Larra's hands dropped down and gripped the girl's ass, lifting her feet off the floor. Her thigh moved against the girl, and soon Tinya was shuddering as her climax hit her, collapsing bonelessly against Larra.
Breaking the kiss, Larra let the girl's feet hit the ground and led her over to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs, while Tinya lowered herself to her knees.
"Go ahead girl, you know what to do, get to it!" Larra commanded, enjoying the submission in Tinya's eyes.
Now I understand why Randal likes this so much, Larra thought, as Tinya moved to obey.
The girl put her hands on Larra's thighs, her face moving closer and her breath warm on the dark curls covering her pussy. Tinya's tongue darted out and licked her from the bottom of her lips to the top, gathering Larra's juices and enjoying her first taste.
Larra sighed when Tinya started sucking on her lower lips, making them swell even more, pulling apart in anticipation. "Oh yes, very good, girl! If you suck cock as well as you lick pussy, Lord Reyne is going to love you! He loves having an eager girl on her knees as much as I do, and I'm sure his wife will enjoy your tongue as well. And you can be sure that he's going to want your ass as well, he's taken mine almost every time we've fucked!"
Tinya's eyes opened and she looked up at her, curiosity in her gaze - and so Larra grinned, "Oh yes, Lord Reyne and I are lovers, have been for a couple of years. We've shared lots of girls plenty of times, he just loves watching two girls licking each other before he fucks us, and he does it so well! Sometimes he even ties us to the bed when he's fucking us, and I always cum so hard, it's amazing! I might even tie you to my bed tonight, so you can get used to it. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
Tinya didn't answer, but the excitement in her eyes was answer enough. Her hand went between her legs, and she started rubbing herself as she licked. Larra gasped as the girl's tongue hit a sweet spot, and she jerked on the bed, "Oh that's the spot! I'm going to make you my bed warmer as well as one of my officers if you keep that up!"
Tinya pulled back and moaned at that, before sucking on Larra's lips again, taking her free hand and sliding her fingers into Larra's pussy, rubbing the walls and brushing her clit.
Larra groaned softly as Tinya's thumb pressed on her clit, the pleasure that had been building since the door closed behind them, getting stronger and stronger, until the dam burst and she fell back on the bed, shaking as her orgasm hit her. Tinya kept licking her, swallowing the juices that filled her mouth, until Larra collapsed with a smile.
When she came back to herself, Larra sat up and reached for the kneeling girl, pulling her onto the bed and kissing her. "By R'hllor's tits! That was amazing, Tinya, but now it's your turn to feel good. Climb up here," Larra said, laying back on the bed.
Tinya chuckled as she straddled Larra's face, "Oh, I'm really going to like being under you, a good fight and a good fuck at the same time!"
There was no more talking for quite a while.
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King's Landing
The Red Keep Feast Hall
The Night before the Wedding
Rhaegar took a sip of his wine, as he watched the guests dance and gossip among themselves. He smiled at the scarcely hidden interest several of the families were showing Ser Randal, as well as Lord Robb. Arya came in for her share of attention too, as several of the noble daughters wondered how the Northern girl had managed to snare the King's son?
Rhaegar idly wondered which of the nobles would find themselves meeting with Ser Randal about their debts, the… unconventional way. There were several that had daughters of the appropriate age, after all. He did notice that his sister had been speaking to Margaery Tyrell during the welcoming earlier, and he was, unfortunately, quite aware that Daenerys had taken very well to her lessons about pleasuring other women.
He had no problem with the fact that his sister now enjoyed fucking women, he wasn't that hypocritical considering the pleasure he took watching Lyanna and Elia together. But, he really didn't need to know that much about his sister's interests.
It was bad enough stumbling upon Rhaenys with her mouth between her maid's thighs, while Robb took her from behind...
Fortunately they hadn't noticed him, and he'd backed away quietly. It seemed that his daughter had inherited the hedonist personality in a double dose from he and Elia, both. At least Robb seemed to be strong enough to tame her more outrageous exploits, so maybe his little girl would stop upsetting the servants.
Seeing his Hand making his way through the crowd, the King wondered - how many of the guests were aware of that little upheaval? Lyssa Arryn had been quietly packed off back to Riverrun a few days ago, being forced to leave her son behind at the Eyrie. That had caused a rather nasty uproar among the Valemen, and seen the woman departing under guard.
Well. Hoster's younger daughter had always been a strange woman, and Rhaegar was glad to see the back of her. Hopefully they could find some backbone in young Robert Arryn and make him into a son that Jon could be proud of.
That was after Baelish had become conspicuous in his absence from the Keep. It seemed that Lord Jon had investigated the comment that Ser Randal had made, and had a quiet word or two with the Master of Whores… errr, Coin...
Littlefinger's absence tonight didn't bother Rhaegar at all; the Lord of the Fingers had more plots roaming around inside his head than a Lannister, and needed to be watched - carefully. If the man didn't provide a useful service, as well as being a decent Master of Coin, he would consider having the man quietly killed and replaced. But sadly, anyone he could think of to take over would be even worse than Baelish. If Ser Randal wasn't so determined to live in Castamere when it was rebuilt, he would consider making the man his new Master of Coin.
The whores of the realm could always find another whore-master.
Although... It would be nearly two years before Castamere would be ready for habitation, and that would give Ser Randal plenty of time to find and train a replacement if he were to take over from Littlefinger. Something to discuss with the man after the wedding and bedding, he probably had other things on his mind at the moment.
Lord Arryn stepped up to him, accepting a glass of wine and taking a sip, "Well, Your Grace, looking forward to being a grandfather? The way your son and daughter have been behaving, I'd be surprised if they hadn't already attempted to make it so." The old man seemed amused at Rhaegar's pained expression, but he was right, damn it all.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, my Lord, I'm having a hard enough time believing that I'm going to be a father again in the near future. But these princes or princesses will be the last, more than likely; my lady wives have reached the age where it's becoming uncomfortable being with child, and they have both threatened to remove something I'm rather fond of if they get pregnant again."
Jon chuckled, before grimacing. "At least you have wives that welcome you into their bed, Your Grace - Lyssa didn't have that attitude, unfortunately. Granted, after losing so many children I can almost understand it, but why she refused to allow Maester Marwyn to help her I'll never comprehend. She saw what the man was able to do with the Queen, did Lyssa truly think he couldn't help her as well?"
Rhaegar shrugged, a sympathetic smile on his face, aware that there were plenty in the crowd observing them. "My Lord, we both know your Lady wife never was a very strong woman, and in truth, I'm sorry that you were forced into the marriage in the first place. We both remember what it was like during Robert's Rebellion, and we both know why Hoster Tully made the arrangements he did... but if you want to send Lady Lyssa away to join the Faith and find another wife, I'd be inclined to grant your request."
His Hand smiled slightly, shaking his head, "No, thank you, Your Grace - I've got my Heir, and I'm a little too old to be engaging in such things anyway, I'm not a Stark!"
The King chuckled, before saying, "Do you think Littlefinger will ever find the courage to be in the same room with you again? Just what did you say to the man?"
The older man laughed, "Oh, I was as subtle as a Lannister, Your Grace. I just advised Petyr that if he ever sniffed around my wife again, or attempted to contact her at all, I'd have him castrated and have it fed to him with onions and peppers. Lord Baelish seemed to understand my meaning clearly."
Rhaegar stared at the man in surprise, before guffawing loudly, drawing attention to the two of them. Quickly getting himself under control, he managed to say, "Truly, you call that subtle? I think we have rather different definitions of the word, my Lord."
Lord Arryn grinned, "It worked, Your Grace, that is the important part. But the next question is, when are you going to have the man killed? Yes, Lord Baelish is one of my bannermen - but I have learned that he is naught but a schemer... and always to benefit himself, no one else."
The King grew serious, "That's a subject you and I need to discuss after the weddings, I've had a few thoughts about the situation lately."
His Hand nodded agreeably and moved off to mingle with the King's guests.
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Later that Night
The ladies had retired for the evening, and Randal was looking forward to relaxing as well, although it would be difficult since the maids wouldn't be visiting him this evening. Apparently it was traditional that the groom spends the night before his wedding alone, to 'increase the anticipation'. As if he could be anticipating it any more than he already was!
And the last letter from Larra wasn't helping matters any. It was an extremely pleasant surprise to find that Syrio Forel had decided to help train Larra's recruits, the man was a legend throughout the Free Cities, and would get the Household guard honed to a sharp edge. No, that didn't disturb him at all.
What was causing Randal difficulties was Larra's explicit description of her new second in command, and what she and the girl had done together that day and other days. He knew every inch of Larra's body intimately of course, and she described this Tinya well enough that he could almost picture her. Imagining the two of them entwined had distracted him at odd moments ever since he received her letter.
Randal was walking toward his quarters when he heard his name being called from behind him. Turning, he smiled seeing Robb and Aemon, both of them rather deeply in their cups by this point, and he waited for the two cousins to make their stumbling way to him.
Robb Stark drew himself upright in front of him, and with the exaggerated dignity of the drunk, spoke slowly and carefully, "Randal, my soon to be goodbrother! Aemon and I have been celebrating our impending doom, and thought you might like to join us in a cup or two?"
Randal grinned, "Haven't the two of you had enough for tonight? Any more and you'll still be drunk for your bedding, and you wouldn't want to disappoint your brides - would you?"
Aemon paled, "By the Mother, no!" he slurred. "Arya's scary enough when she's just annoyed, I don't want her angry at me!"
Robb shrugged, "I've been drunker and never had a problem, and besides, if I'm too drunk for it to happen? Rhaenys can always go slip into bed with you and Dany. She wants both of you, you know? She even talked about you and I fucking her at the same time - she really likes that idea, it really gets her going!"
Randal stared at the man, slack jawed in shock for an instant before clapping his hand over Robb's mouth. "Robb, we are friends, but I'm not going to let you keep talking. You're going to regret what you've told me in the morning, and I don't want you to feel any worse when it happens. Now, I'm going to walk the two of you back to your rooms, and I want you to stay there. Don't go looking for any more wine, you're already going to feel like you've been kicked by a team of horses as it is. Do you understand? Nod if you do!"
Robb's eyes had widened when the hand went over his mouth, and Randal was glad to see that a little awareness was showing in the younger man's eyes, before Robb nodded.
Releasing his hand, Randal said, "Now, I'm going to do my best to forget what you just said, and I think you should as well. We will be family starting tomorrow, and don't need this between us."
Robb nodded shakily, and Randal gathered the two cousins and guided them back to their quarters, escorting them inside. Lord Stark stuck his head out of his door when they approached, and shook his head in amusement at the sight of the drunken youngsters.
He was still at the doorway when Randal managed to get them into their own beds, and Ned said, "They're going to feel like hell in the morning, aren't they? I didn't realize the two of them had been hitting the wine that hard. My thanks for getting them back to bed; Arya swore she would gut me if I let anything happen to her husband. And I'm not really sure she was joking."
Randal laughed, "I don't think she was. Your daughter is an extremely forceful person, is she not?"
Ned chuckled, "You don't know the half of it, ser. But that's a story for daylight. I'll see you in the morning, Ser Randal. Pleasant dreams."
"Good morrow to you as well, Lord Stark, and I'm looking forward to seeing our brave drunks trying to face breakfast in the morning. I stopped drinking hours ago, so I'll be fine. The two of them should be entertaining, don't you think?"
Ned laughed, "I have a feeling that all conversations will be held at a shout tomorrow morning. That will teach the two of them."
With that, Ned stepped back into his room, and Randal headed for his own bed, looking forward to the next day.
End Chapter Five