A Knock at the Door

*Dnk Dnk Dnk!*

Tyrion shot up from his bed as he heard the knocking on his door, glancing over in the darkness towards the wooden gateway into his room. He suspected whom is may be, but he didn’t want to take too many risks.

“Who is it?” Tyrion called out, starting to turn from his bed to jump down to the stone floor.

“It is Catelyn, Lord Tyrion.” The voice was muffled by the door, but Tyrion recognized it as Catelyn Stark’s firm tone.

With some excitement he pulled closed his night robe and waddled to the door before opening it and looking up. And much to his joy, he saw the tall and slender Lady Stark… but also her more plump sister Lady Arryn standing beside her.

“Good evening Im- Mmmf, Lord Tyrion.” Lysa greeted with almost gritted teeth to not address him as Imp. It would almost be a kind gesture if she wasn’t being compelled.

“Lady Stark, Lady Arryn, please do come in. To what do I owe a night time visit from you two?” Tyrion said, stepping back from the door to make way for the two Tully sisters to make their way inside.

They wasted no time in entering, Lady Stark looking around to inspect the room while Lady Arryn trudged fourth with her gaze fixed ahead, as though inspecting the room were beneath her. Finally, when they were both at the center of the room, did Tyrion close the door.

“Forgive me for the late intrusion my Lord, but… I’ve been having something of a problem…” Lady Stark began to explain.

“A problem? What sort of problem?” Tyrion asked, as though he didn’t already know.

“Ever since our last… encounter, I haven’t been able to sleep right, haven’t been able to rest really… I… My body keeps getting so… Hot…” The normally so firm Lady Stark stuttered and paused like a maiden girl who was trying to explain that she had shattered a plate.

“What my sister is trying to say is that she can’t get over the way you had your way with her.” Lady Arryn barked out, and Catelyn’s face grew so red it almost flowed in the dark.

“Had my way? Whatever do you mean, Lady Arryn? Lady Stark is married to the Warden of the North. I’d not trade one execution charge for another.” Tyrion countered, but Lysa’s gaze narrowed.

“Which is why I’ve agreed to keep your activities between the three of us. On one condition.” Lysa said.

“And what would that be?” Tyrion inquired.

The two sisters turned to one another and nodded, and without another word they both reached to their shoulders and pulled the straps of their nightgowns. The fabric wavered and then submitted to the pull of the earth as they slid down the two mature women’s bodies. Catelyn was still lean and firm, while her sister had stacked up quite a bit more flesh over her years at the Vale. However, as her dress fell away, Tyrion found himself more intrigued than repulsed by her thicker frame. While true she had a bit of a tummy compared to Catelyn she also had wider hips and absolutely more plump tits hanging from her chest. Both of the women’s Tully red hair flowed down their shoulders and backs as they stood naked before Tyrion.

“… The condition is that you show me just as good a time as you showed my sister.” Lysa demanded, and Tyrion couldn’t help but smile at her declaration. It seemed his magic book was still working wonders after all…