Collateral [Implied ]

A cool breeze carrying the smell of ocean salt whipped across the deck of the ship. At the prow, Jaime Lannister admired the setting sun, a sight he grown to appreciate on the sea journey to and from Dorne. Reflecting on the past few days, he absentmindedly rubbed the base of the stump where his right hand had been, now replaced with a clumsy golden replica. Just the day prior he had departed from Dorne, bringing his successful mission to bring Myrcella back to King's Landing safely near a close. It was Bronn's idea to insist on collateral; having been poisoned by one of the Sandsnakes, Tyene, during their tussle in the palace of Sunspear, he suspected that Oberyn's deadly offspring might try to poison Myrcella at the last minute and fulfill their desire for vengeance against the Lannisters. So, Doran agreed to send Tyene along with Jaime and Bronn as a guarantee that Ellaria and the Sandsnakes wouldn't subvert his attempt to ensure a lasting peace. Myrcella and Tyene would have separate, secure chambers aboard the ship to be guarded at all times. It was a clever plan, and for all his vulgarities, Bronn was nothing if not clever.

Jaime had told Myrcella the truth of her parentage, and to his surprise she not only already knew, but seemed not at all judgmental. Though he and his children had always shared a fondness for one another as one does for an uncle, he had always kept them at arms length knowing that he could never let it be known that he was their father. Now, with Myrcella's acceptance of her true parentage, he hoped that he might tell the truth to Tommen as well, treasuring the opportunity to build a relationship with them as a father before they grew up. Perhaps if he had done the same with Joffrey he may have not turned out to be so vile, and things could have turned out differently. He could be a model to his children in a way he couldn't before, not just because he was their uncle then but because he had changed so much in the preceding years, especially after the loss of his sword-hand. Maybe he could even patch up his relationship with Cersei, who had been ever more distant and cold since Joffrey's ****. Bringing back Myrcella was a chance to show her that he did care about their legacy, that he did care about their children.

By the time Jaime stopped his wistful contemplation, the sun had set. While a few sailors and the captain tended to the sails above deck, most retired to their quarters below to eat, drink, and gamble with what leisure time they were afforded. Jaime felt like relaxing after a tense few weeks, so he retrieved a cask of wine from his cabin and went to find Bronn. He was not in his quarters, nor was he below deck making merry with the other men. By process of elimination, Jaime found him in Tyene's cramped cabin at the stern. Passing two armed guards, he swung open the heavy wooden door to the lamp-lit room.

Frankly, he wasn't surprised with the sight. Leaning back against the table with his pants down, Bronn swigged from a bottle of wine and hummed "The Dornishman's Wife" while Tyene squatted in front of him, bobbing her head up and down on his crotch. Her surprisingly plump little ass peeked out from under her short, silken dress. Neither seemed to notice the Jaime's entrance at first until Bronn looked up from Tyene and greeted Jaime with a sleazy smile. His facial hair was glistening with wetness; he had clearly been face first in her cunt shortly before.

"Fantastic! You've brought more! We were almost out" Bronn exclaimed, making a pouring motion with the empty wine bottle.

"Bronn, please tell me that you didn't bring her along just so you could use her for your own satisfaction" Jaime asked somewhat exasperatedly, rubbing his temple with his golden hand and placing his cask of wine on the chair beside him.

"Jaime, Jaime! Of course not!" he insisted, while Tyene continued to blow him, "this is just a side benefit, Myrcella's safer this way. And besides, she's here for all of our satisfaction." With that Tyene pulled her mouth of Bronn's cock and looked back at Jaime, biting her lip in a mischievous grin.

"I might be a hostage but I'm not a maiden, Lannister. I know what men like you want. They want that nasty, bad pus-- glurkh" Bronn pushed his manhood back in her mouth before she could finish the sentence.

"Oh shut it you tramp. We get it. You're slutty." She glared at him for a moment before resuming her task with vigor, as if to make a point. "You should really try some of this. It's not like your bitch sister ever has to find out."

Jaime couldn't bring himself to be upset at the situation or a statement like that, for he could only expect so much from an underhanded rogue like Bronn. To be honest, he was in need of some relief himself after so many weeks away from Cersei - he couldn't help but be aroused at the sight of this exotic girl servicing an older man apparently of her own accord. His left hand wandered down to his crotch.

"So tell me Bronn, do you prefer women who look like boys?" Jaime jabbed playfully, making note of Tyene's unconventionally short haircut. She stood and turned towards Jaime, pulling her loose-fitting, short dress open to expose her truly glorious breasts. His cock immediately stiffened at the sight of them.

"Tell me Lannister, are there many boys in King's Landing with titties like these?" she asked indignantly, pushing them together and toying with her nipples. If he were being totally honest there were in fact a few boys with tits not entirely unlike hers, but the point was taken and Jaime didn't feel like being a smartass in the moment.

"No" he flatly replied and stepped towards her. She reached towards his groin to fish his member out of his pants and squatted down between Jaime and Bronn, gripping their long, swollen members in each hand. She started licking up and down the underside of Jaime's shaft, teasing him before the main course. Jaime grabbed the cask of wine he had put down and gestured for Bronn to pass a couple goblets. As Tyene alternated between Jaime and Bronn, bobbing her head down their cocks, the two men poured a couple of glasses of wine and sipped them as they enjoyed the sight of her delicate Dornish features pleasuring their veiny pricks.

"I knew she could fight with a dagger in both hands, but I didn't think it would help with cocksucking! Ha!" Bronn laughed at his own dumb joke, Tyene rolled her eyes.

Now that he had a proper view, Jaime could really admire her oral skills. With one hand jerking the base of his cock, her pouting lips and slightly sunken cheeks formed a tight suction around his thickness. She slid her mouth up and down his cock with the finesse of a Braavosi courtesan, gradually coating their cocks with spit and extending further and further down the length of them. Every time she would swap between Bronn and Jaime, her mouth made a satisfying pop and strands of drool dripped from her chin.

"Gods woman, who taught you how to use your mouth like that? I -- oh fuck, oh -- I owe them a debt of thanks." Bronn groaned as Tyene tongued the underside of his cock while it was still halfway in her mouth. She pulled off his member for a moment and looked Jaime in the eyes.

"You met him yourself, but you might have some trouble thanking him now that the Lannisters killed him" she murmured with resentment, her dark eyes smoldering briefly before returning to her task. Jaime was stunned. Oberyn? Did she learn how to suck cock by practicing on her father? Suddenly her apparent attraction to older men made more sense. Jaime knew he was in no position to judge, but the thought of it still unsettled him briefly before his attention naturally returned the foxy Dornish slut slurping down his hard dick. Suddenly, Tyene slid her head in a single fluid motion down to the base of Jaime's cock, his balls slapping against her chin. She looked up at Jaime with a mischievous glare, held the position for a moment, and winked before pulling off. Barely stopping for air, she deepthroated Bronn just as smoothly. He looked at Jaime with raised brows and disbelief.

"Without even a gag or a gargle! I usually have to grab the bitches by the hair and jam the rod down myself" he said. Cersei was good, Jaime thought, but not like this. She could handle an angry facefucking when he felt like it but it was never easy on her; Tyene made it look effortless. As the two men gawked, she continued to slurp and slobber along the entire length of their long schlongs in rapid thrusts, coating her pretty face with spittle. Just as Jaime felt his balls welling up with his seed, she stood up. Her fantastic tits, hanging out of her skimpy Dornish dress, were covered in her own drool.

"Now it's your turn to impress me" she smirked before hiking up her skirt to expose her dark, hairy cunt.