Walda and Tywin

“It’s no problem whatever is going to make you comfortable.” He told her with a shrug. He could tell she did not want to look at him so he looked way, turning his head so he did not look at her.

“Is there anything else you need?”

What did he want? Robb grit his teeth, glaring at the bed in front of him as if focusing on the sheets–the ripple in the expensive looking fabric, the overabundance of pillows (he should have expected that everything in the South would be gratuitous and over the top)–could make him forget where he was. Was it not bad enough that the man was making him do this, not humiliating enough to have gone from a king to some sort of sex slave, but now he wanted him to beg for it, to ask for his own degradation? Robb’s cock twitched underneath him as Tywin whispered above him, his voice sounding so much better than it had any right to. 

“I want…” He moaned, biting his bottom lip to stifle any more sounds, though they escaped him all the same. What was the right answer? He had never done anything like this before, did not know how to keep the man happy, to keep him from hurting anyone else? “I want you inside me.” Perhaps that would do, would satisfy him until Robb could come up with some other plan. And then suddenly the man was pulling away, and Robb flushed even brighter when he realized he missed the feeling, that the emptiness was almost worse than the pressure had been before. He was yanked up by his hair and hissed in pain, though he was grateful that at least they were getting on with it. Now perhaps he’d finally finish things, kill him and be done with it.

But that hope went out the window as quickly as it came, as Robb was forced to his knees. He thought, briefly, that Tywin’s touch was strangely gentle and careful for a man who could do anything he liked. He had no reason to keep Robb alive, to treat him well. There was no one left that would trade for him or who would come for him, anyone who Tywin would have to answer to for his well being. He glared up at the lord and yet could not shake the feeling that he’d been here before, the familiarity of being on his knees. “No, m’lord,” he mumbled and tentatively Robb opened his mouth, wrapping it around Tywin’s cock and began to suck, slow and unsure of what he was doing. He knew that the happier the man was, the better this would end for them all, but he did not know what Tywin like or how to please a man like this. He licked across the tip of his cock experimentally. 

“That’s a good boy...” Tywin purred, his fingers still wrapping themselves in Robb’s hair, toying with his curls, watching with a small amount of amusement as they shifted from brown to red in the altering light. 

“I am not going to harm you, Lord Stark.” Tywin said, his words a mockery of respect as the boy lapped at his cock like a kitten. “I am going to keep you alive and well for a very, very long time. Until every bit of you has been used up, every orifice fucked so thoroughly that I have no use for you any longer.” his fingers tugged, insistent, encouraging Robb to take his cock even deeper in his mouth. “Even then, perhaps I’ll take you again, even as you’re spent and weak, fuck you into my bed until you are begging for me to just finish in you already.”  His tongue darted out over his lips, he was weak for seeing Robb like this, bent to the task of servicing him. “I’ll let you moan and whine and beg while I take my time, going slow, and deep.” he said, and his hand slid down Robb’s cheek to cup his chin, pulling him away from Tywin’s achingly hard cock. 

“You do not have to fake anything. Trust me when I tell you that you would not be the first woman to be afraid of me.” Sandor told her. He smiled a bit as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, amused by this girl.

Sandor had known she would still end up insisting on having a child even if the child would inherit nothing. He took in a breath and nodded. “When I get back we will work on that. Until then take one of the dogs from the kennel. They keep my sister company enough when she is here alone I figure that it can do the same for you.” He did not particularly care but he did not want to listen to her complain about being left alone while he was in King’s Landing working.

“Alright.” Walda said after a moment, trying very hard to maintain eye contact with him, but he had a perpetual scowl on his features and somehow he always looked so angry, so it was hard to look him in the eyes.