Enter the lion's den

As you pass the wise leader of Casterly Rock, Tywin palm found your backside. Your body jut from just his touch. You walks inside of the hand's tower to see a large bed, a lone window to give you a nice view of King's Landing, and a lot of other objects.

When you turn to face the old lion, you saw a large bulge outfitted in his superbly made tunic pants. For the first time tonight, he grins at you. A lion to his prey. He stalks over to you. He stood a few inch taller.

"You possess a fair face boy, not uncommon from a working girls." He trace his fingers across your face. "I haven't fuck a male in numerous years. So I hope you help me prepare myself for your hole."

His hands drapes down your sides. He pulls you into him. He kisses your neck as his lordy hands grip your arse. Both of his index, middle, ring, little, and thumbs fingers peels open your hole.

Your cock grew hard from the powerful lion groping. "Oh Tywin."

He growls into your ear before he pushes you onto the bed. "I don't permit little whores, like yourself, to call me by my forename. You can call me sir or master."