Courtly intrigue and sibling rivalry

"You appear to be enjoying the venison, Prince Jon."

"It's wonderful," he replied.

"The chefs know exactly how to prepare the meat," working on her third glass of wine for the evening, Lady Alerie Tyrell took his easy attitude as permission to towards him, "I know it is probably not so grand as what you are used to in the capitol, but everyone has gone all out for this occasion."

The occasion in question was a celebration for the newly rebuilt Summehall castle that Rhaegar had long since worked on in during his kingship. Once Jon returned from Highgarden singing the praises of the Tyrells and formally announcing the betrothal with Margaery, Rhaegar had sped up the final touches on the Summerhall refurbishing so that his second son might have a place to call his own. The Tyrells had been delighted and done their utmost to contribute what staff they could to the castle that would one day be Margaery's home. Naturally Olenna had coached him into saying the right things that would coax Rhaegar into action, setting up a nice little power base for the second son. The Tyrell matriarch ensured that she and her closest entourage stayed close by at all times.

"Tell me, Prince Jon," she said, as she sat her glass down, "do you and Margaery intend to wed soon? Surely once Prince Aegon and Lady Mrycella's ceremony happens you will be free to do so."

Just as Olenna had predicted, the Lannisters made their move and managed to win themselves a betrothal to the crown prince. In combination with more frequent bandit attacks and Rhaegar's steadily worsening health the Lannister aid was vital to keeping the crown's debts manageable, and they had even pushed to have a wedding within a week's time. Jon felt as though he was watching a great forest fire burn away all he loved yet there was nothing he was able to do about it.

"I intend to speak with my brother about the very subjest later in the evening," he replied with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

Despite all of Jon's protestations, Aegon seemed to be quite taken with his little bride. Jon himself could admit that the girl was harmless on a personal level, seeing as she was little more than a puppet for her kin, but her presence invited havoc into House Targaryen. Worse, it had caused a quarrel between the brothers and further frustrated Jon's attempts to stop Lannister influence.

Lady Alerie's eyes flitted over towards where Aegon and Myrcella were currently sitting, talking happily together like only those in love could. "She's quite a beauty, isn't she? The loveliness of youth..."

"I don't know, I often find beauty can come in maturity."

Lady Tyrell blinked, then laughed in delight. "Oh you are such a charmer aren't you? My daughter is very lucky to have someone like you."

"Anyone would be happy to have someone like Prince Jon," Olenna's voice seemed to slither through the air until suddenly she was sitting next to him. Her smile was calculated but Jon could note the way her glances lingered for a beat longer than expected, he knew that the matriarch hungered to have him between her legs again.

"Ah, good-mother," Alerie seemed a little taken aback by Olenna;s sudden appearance. "I had not thought you would have been interested in tonight's feast, not with Margaery feeling out of sorts."

Olenna rolled her eyes a little. "Of course I wasn't going to miss it," she growled, "tonight is about honouring the new prince of Summerhall," her expression changed as she turned to Jon, wine glass raised. "To Prince Jon, and his many...talents.."

He wondered if she had drank her share of wine already or if her subdued yet playful demeanour was the result of a larger issue. The potion that she had unknowingly drank certainly changed aspects of her physical form, but Jon was starting to suspect that perhaps her mind had been afflicted too. He was certainly grateful for the political tutelage she had provided and enjoyed what pleasures her body had provided, yet with Olenna there seemed to be something more politics at play. Jon suspected that she was perhaps obsessed with him in a way that went beyond physical dalliance, something that might have even bordered on adoration.

"oh," said Lady Alerie, trying to keep her voice neutral, "it's the Storm Lords."

A whole troop of lords and ladies entered the hall, flocing straight towards Aegon and Myrcella, heaping adoration and praise upon the crown prince. Envy and offence gnawed at Jon while he watched the scene play out. Despite being very much the image of the king who slew their beloved Robert Baratheon, the Storm Lords all seemed fond of Aegon whilst shunning Jon for being born from the woman betrayed the dead rebel. It was hypocritical of them and by greeting Aegon first whilst being inside the hall of Jon's castle they had clearly thumbed their nose at him. Not wanting to cause a scene, he excused himself from the table rather than deal with the loathsome guests.

He retreated to the comfort of his study and went over the accounts that his new staff had started, looking to see how much the feast had cost him. The Tyrells would no doubt cover most of the expenses, but it was not something he wanted to rely on. He spent perhaps a half hour going over the numbers before exhaustion overtook him and he found himself sleeping at his desk.

Jon couldn't rightly say how long he slept for, but he did not dream and he was woken by warm and went ministrations about his cock. As if sensing his awakening the motions stopped, and when Jon looked down he spotted Olenna beneath his desk, smirking up at him.

"Take pride boy," she said in a voice thick with lust, "you're the only one to ever make the Queen of Thorns kneel."

Settling between his legs and placing her hands on his thighs, she began massaging his hard muscles, working towards his rigid length. A relieved sigh passed his lips as her fingers wrapped around his pulsating flesh, her hands soft yet also leathery. Grinning broadly, she stroked his rigid flesh from base to pulsating tip before leaning down to touch the tip of her tongue to his cock’s glistening head.

Jon shivered at the feeling, let out the slightest of groans as he felt her silken tongue flicking over the tip of his arousal, sending hot bolts of fire shooting through his length. When she suddenly swirled the eel-like muscle around his throbbing need, he had to fight the impulse to buck up into her mouth and it was all he could do to hold back his release.

She sensuously slid her tongue along the organ’s edge before placing a feather light kiss on the tip, and then began sensually sliding downward, opening her lips and taking him into her mouth, doing everything in her power to take all of him in, her plush pink lips forming a tight seal around his rigid flesh as she relaxed her throat to take him deeper.

Just as Jon felt his release rise up, the warm tightness of Olenna's throat pulled away. Her eyes shone as she moved up to sit her naked form on his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders until they regarded each other, his throbbing cock between them.

"You're angry, boy," it was a statement of fact and she leaned in to take his bottom lip in her mouth, biting softly, "your brother is outshining you."

Growling lowly at the comment, Jon thrust forward pushing his cock into Olenna's waiting cunt. The Matriarch could only gasp and cling to Jon as a potent cocktail of pain and pleasure washed through her at the sudden feeling of fullness. Her muscles were tensing involuntary, causing both of them to gasp in pleasure as his strong hands seized the narrow waist, pulling her closer and driving into her all the way to the hilt.

"Is Aegon better than this?" He growled, grinding his cock as deep into her as he could. "Could he reduce you to this?"

"No...No! Yours is the only cock for me!" She cried; her eyes bulging as she felt the organ forcing itself deeper inside her cavern, filling every fibre of her being. "Oh by the Seven...fuck yourself into me! I am yours! I'm your whore!"

They were working together to give each other the greatest of pleasure while their pace grew hot and heavy. Their every thought and desire focused on making the other whole as their bodies raced towards the peaks of pleasure. Eventually in the sweaty tangle, a hand on her ass whilst the other viciously squeezed her supple tits. Jon silenced the old Tyrell's whorish moans with a savage kiss, his tongue doing it's utmost to slither down her throat while his cock pushed up against her cervix.

Their savage coupling continued for some time, Jon releasing himself inside the woman over and over until finally he found himself utterly spent. They clung together for a moment before Jon finally pulled his softening cock free and Olenna sat back against his desk. Several heartbeats past and the room was silent save for their heavy breathing, but once Jon regained his forethought he made to tell the woman to get off his new desk, lest she soil it with leaking seed. His words died early once he actually saw Olenna's freshly used cunt, looking puffy and bare but...strangely not leaking the several loads of cum he had shot inside her. Instead, it seemed as if her cunt was sucking up all remnants of his seed deep inside her furiously.

Olenna laughed when she caught him looking. "Delightful, isn't it? whatever changed me, hasn't just given me younger body parts...." she reached out and took his hand, placing it over her stomach and the lump that had formed there, "it's also given me back my fertility."

"That's..." Jon couldn't find the words, "...how?"

The Queen of Thorns shrugged. "Who can say? But I know that not only am I carrying your child..." she leaned in to kiss him wickedly before pulling back an inch, "but it will only be the first of many..."