'kay I've got carried away with writing this piece so it's more of a one-shot.
WARNING: explicit non-con sex (not that much), pretty dark and painful death, shaming feminization …
I'm not good at writing this stuff. Would love to know your thoughts. Is it good? Is it bad? Feedback will really be appreciated.
"Joanna is pregnant," says Aerys.
He has been putting on fresh attire after having a bath to ease the tension in his body from training and also to wash the dust and sweat off his body when Aerys bursts into his chambers, start asking questions. Thankfully, he has his breeches on.
He does not know in which mood Aerys is in. Angry? Reproachful? Happy for his friend? Sometimes he wishes to believe they are still friends, backing each other up. Alas that is not to be so and wishes are for fools and weak-minds and Tywin is not any one of them. He is not his friend anymore. He is his mistress, he thinks with bitterness.
He does not answer. What to tell everyone knows of Joanna's pregnancy.
"So you've been with Joanna." He too does not need any encouragement, continues his monologue. "Have I not forbidden you to not sleep around?"
At last he snaps, "I am not a whore to sleep around. She is my wife. I have duties to her."
Aerys strides in an instant, rakes his eyes all over his body and circles 'round him, finally stops behind him and wraps his arms about his torso.
Tywin stiffens, as soon as feels his touch. Still after so many years, especially after so many years knowing Aerys touches, he reacts every time he touches him.
Then Aerys drags his nails over his bare chest, but he does not stop there, his hands travel lower and lower until they stop on Tywin's crotch. Tywin is soft. He unlaces his breeches to drop down and slides his pale hands lower and holds his cock. Throughout this, Tywin only holds his breath. He is enough familiar with Aerys's games that knows waiting for him to show his cards is the best move and Tywin is sure he will show.
He feels his heavy breath on his neck.
"This…" puts a small pressure to show his point.
"This belongs to me as much as other parts of your body belong to me. Only me. You are mine, Tywin. no one and no one except me can touch you."
He starts moving his hand up and down its length. Tywin feels his cock is slowly getting hard.
"And you will feel the high of pleasure only with me. Do you understand me?"
He does not answer. He will not react to his ministrations. He will not be humiliated further.
Aerys tightens his grip about his hardening cock. "My dear Tywin, I expect an answer from you."
He nods his head. Not wanting to hear his own voice admitting to such atrocities.
Aerys leans into him and he can feel his hard cock pressing on his backside.
He says, breathless, showing how he is enjoying exhibiting power, "say it, say you belong to me or I'll burn everyone who dares to glance your way."
He closes his eyes. Trying to steady his own breath.
"I… I belong to you."
"My golden lion." thereafter, kisses his neck ever so gently as if the man has not threatened him a moment ago.
He will not lean back to the touch. He will not let him have more access to his neck by bending his neck further. He will not think that kissing and sucking his neck is not enough, needing more of him.
"I'll show you who's better for you and who you belong to."
Tywin does not want that. Despite his mouth tastes like ash, he knows who he prefers more. He is twisted and fucked up.
He is the worst failure that Lannisters have ever seen. Worse than his own father. If his father were a toothless lion, he was still a man. But who is he? A man with a cunt and a fertile womb? Does he still count as a man?
At least in the eyes of Joanna, he still does as such.
He removes his hands from him and steps back a little only for a moment.
He can feel his hard cock against his bare arse. Hot against the coolness of his skin.
"And it has been a long time since that time."
That time, that baby that he miscarried. He feels such pain and weakness and then the bleakness of not having a living babe in his arms. He has not confessed to anyone except his twins that he feels immense joy when the twins were put in his arms.
Motherhood is such a strange feeling.
Thereafter he did not want that pain. That deep hole that formed in his heart so he asked, pleaded with Aerys and at last threatened him to finish his own life. And that works. He finally promised. He promised he will give him anything his heart desires, even if his only heart desires is what Aerys will not give to him; leaving him and his children alone.
"Maybe if I had filled you up to the brim with my dragon seed then you would not crave another."
Tywin's face is getting heated. He feels ashamed. He is sick. To be aroused, imagining Aerys fucking him.
But fear, deep and dark claws its way into his heart. Fear of another pregnancy, being prisoned in a gilded cage, dread of losing another baby and the emptiness in his heart.
He does not want to get pregnant again.
"You promised me not another child."
"But that was before you go and fuck a babe into Joanna."
He abandons Tywin's cock and rests one hand on his hip and the other moves between them.
"Hold the post."
He takes it and in one swift motion Aerys slams into him. He gasps because it has been some time since the last time and he is not prepared for this. Soon his own erection deflates. He is going to bleed.
He is thankful to hold the bed's post, if not by the force of his trust, he would have fallen.
"Please, Aerys, stop this."
He moves to separate himself from Aerys, but he stops him with one sentence,"you don't want to be tied by the guards so I fuck you, do you?"
"No."
He does not need that additional humiliation.
"Good, my golden lion." He bites and licks over the wound he makes.
He shivers. He hates him more for this.
"Where is she when I am taking what is mine? See, Tywin, she doesn't deserve you. I can give you everything. My kingly cock and dragon seeds are for you."
He stares at the tapestries above the bed. A lioness with a round belly is sitting, looking over her cubs, while her cubs are chasing after another.
"See, how my cock fits you. Your cunt envelopes me like a glove."
How many children will he be forced to squeeze out of himself to satiate Aerys's hunger? So Aerys leaves him alone?
"I won't leave your warm and soft cavern anymore. It is better than the best silk."
With each of his trust, he can feel his stones brushing against his buttock.
He feels heat and shame spreading all over his body.
Aerys stills behind him and then hot seed shot after shot fills him and burns his raw passage in its wake. To his own horror and shame he comes in an instant with the feeling of Aerys's seed in his body.
He bows his head and rests his forehead on the post. The coolness of cold metal is soothing to his heated skin. Aerys mirrors his action, but instead of bed's post he rests his head on his shoulders. He slides his hands to caress his belly.
"My sweet prideful Tywin, you are so good for me."
His breath hot on his slick skin. He wants to be far away from him and curls in on himself and shuts out everything about Aerys.
"Joanna will never ever bother you again. I will make sure of that. You will be free of her and of the duty you have to her as her husband."
He is making him worry. This is not good.
"Aerys, what do you want to do?"
"Simple, my lion. I'll burn anyone that dares to touch what is mine."
"She has done nothing. It is all my fault. I crave for the touch of a woman. You told me you will give me everything I desire," he says the last sentence with accusations, while turning his head to look him in the eyes.
Aerys had promised him when he was at his lowest. Promised him when he had asked only one thing, but now…
"I have said that, haven't I? But fucking with another person is off limit. Another person touching you is off limits and she will be paid for daring to go behind my back as I had warned her about consequences to even nursing such thoughts about you."
Never Aerys looks this murderous. Never had Tywin feared him this much. But he does not show it.
"So you want me to be only with you? Do you deny my desires for women's flesh?"
He still wants and craves that gentle touch of Joanna, giving him a strength that every time he is with Aerys he feels he has lost it. She gives him power and she trusts him with that.
"No, I have told you the only woman you will have, will be Rhaella. I have given you an honour that many men never could have imagined. If you want to put your cock somewhere you could put it in her ruined quim and useless womb."
Tywin knows Aerys like the back of his hand. He wants to control any child he fathers with Rhaella. The man does not care for the children, if there will be any child at all, that comes out of Rhaella that Aerys is not the father as he already has his heir, the twins, in particular, Cersei as Rhaegar's bride.
"And I said I won't rape her."
"Rape? Bah! Rhaella will not say anything against you. She is too respectful to you. Besides, I am letting such an able cock in her loose cunt, she must be grateful for that."
"Is she to you? Grateful for every time you rape her?"
"Enough of that. If you do not want to be with Rhaella it is your own problem, not mine. The thing is you are mine and that harlot dares to touch what is mine.
"Lady Joanna is a respectable woman and it was I who asked her."
"Now protecting her." he sounds angry.
All of a sudden he destangles himself from him and leaves Tywin cold and bereft. He closes his eyes again and takes a few breaths to calm his traitorous body.
Aerys starts pacing the length of the chamber, looking agitated, halts abruptly, and turns to him and says, "put on your clothes. I won't have you naked before anyone else."
He does not know what he plans, but is thankful for his warning. At least he is not going to parade him in such a state.
He sends a page to bring Joanna from wherever she is to them.
Not much after, Joanna comes with caution into the chambers, curtsies deeply before the King. She has such a grace that Tywin feels proud of having her as his wife.
"Your Grace, My Lord husband."
"I have warned you, Joanna." Aerys doesn't wait to remind her. Robbing him of greeting his wife.
"About what, your Grace?"
"You dare to touch what is mine."
"I have not touched what is yours, your Grace."
Aerys looks angrier.
Joanna knows how to annoy, but that is not the time for that.
"Then pray tell how you have gotten pregnant? Are you cheating on my lord Hand?"
"Of course not!" she cries, feeling offended to do such a great offence to her husband.
She looks at him, but Tywin turns his head, ashamed of himself. He spreads his legs for the King and bore children for him, yet he deprives his lady wife of motherhood.
"So you too have been together."
There is a glee in his eyes that Tywin does not like. He holds his own breath, feeling something dreadful will happen this day.
"Guard!"
Ser Darry walks into the room, holding a green jar.
Tywin stands up, in an instant he sees the green liquid. He knows it by heart.
"Aerys, this is not a place for carrying this."
"She will see the consequences of her actions."
"Your Grace, I deeply apologise. I promise this will never happen ever. Please forgive me," says Joanna.
"Oh, to be sure. You will never touch what is mine. Give it to her to drink."
Sar Darry pauses for a moment, but he proceeds as his King told to do.
"Please, Aerys. Please forgive her. Send her somewhere far away. Exile her, but not this. I promise I will do whatever you want."
Tywin does not care that a Kingsguard is seeing his pleading and begging. Joanna is crying and her sobs make his heart clench.
Aerys comes and embraces him.
"Drink."
"Please Aerys. Tell me what you want from me I will do, but spare her life. She has done nothing wrong."
"Careful Tywin. Do you wish everyone knows of how you prettily spread your legs for me, letting me breed you. How much can House Lannister be restored after?"
Ser Darry bows his head.
He does not care for that.
"I do not ca.."
"No, Tywin," Joanna cuts him. And she drinks the wildfire.
Her screams thereafter are ingrained in his mind. He is sure it will haunt him forever.