Debauchery and Politics

Tywin toasted Mace Tyrell from across the feast hall, knowing full well that his daughter would be visiting his Chambers later that night. Celebrations were in full swing in the capitol city, and all the nobility of the realm had descended on King's Landing, both for the festivities and the politics behind them. Joffrey, heir to the realm, was as yet unmarried and every great house had arrived with eligible daughters, all seeking the Prince's hand.

Joffrey was quite enjoying the attention, as Margaery Tyrell bounced enthusiastically on his cock while Sansa Stark tongued his balls. Tywin had not been pleased that the King's old friend Edsard had chosen now to make a visit, although he had to admit that the redheaded beauty of the North lived up to her reputation as he inspected her pert backside. He was tempted to flip up her skirt and take her in the midst of everyone, but unfortunately he had other priorities.

Weaving between Lords and Ladies making the customary greetings, the Hand made eye contact with Doran Martell. There was no love lost between the Martells and the Lannisters, but still they had chosen to attend, mostly for appearances but also on the off chance that they might be able to gain influence with the crown. The disabled Prince of Dorne was being pushed in a wheelchair by his daughter, Arriane who had chosen to wear a dress in the Dornish style with one of her perfect tanned breasts completely exposed.

As Margaery screamed out as she orgasmed, followed closely by Joffrey pulling out and coating her perfect face and tits with his load, Tywin reflected. The coming days of feasts and parties and fucking would be instrumental in securing alliances for both the current King's (hopefully short) reign, and for the Lannister who would succeed him. He would have to choose his actions carefully over the next few days.