You’re more my type

You tell Jaime that you’re more interests in him than Tommen.

Jamie’s smile quickly fades. “Do not waste my time, ser, I am not a common whore looking for a cock to suck. If you will not help Tommen, I have no use for you.”

The Kingslayer dismisses you from his presence. You leave, extremely disappointed that he appears to have no interest in you physically.

On the way back to your chambers you encounter a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair, wearing a floor-length gown of pink and white trim. The guards around her signify her importance, and you soon recognise her as the Princess Myrcella that Littlefinger has described to you in his letters.

When she notices you she bows profusely, blushes forming on her cheeks. “Your Grace,” she says in a high, girlish voice. “A pleasure to meet you. It is… it is an honour for all of us to have you stay.”

You thank her for the courtesy and make to move on your way, but she moves to block your path. “Your grace,” she says again. “I… I was wondering if I could show you the gardens, if you please. They are so beautiful here in the Red Keep, it would not do for you to miss them. Please.” She bows.

You sigh, annoyed with her persistence. You have more pressing matters to attend to, but it would not be wise to risk offending the royal family by refusing an invitation from the princess. You reluctantly follow Myrcella to the castle gardens.

The princess guides you around the various paths in the enormous garden, talking endlessly of flowers and plants. You do your best to listen politely, but you are relieved to see a small canopy amidst the plants with bowls of fruit and pillowed benches. A harpist sits in one corner playing beautiful music with his instrument. Myrcella suggests that you both take a rest in the shade.

“Good day minstrel,” Myrcella greets the man graciously as she takes her seat. “Do you know the bear and the maiden fair? I do enjoy that one.”

The harpist nods strangely and begins a new song. Myrcella turns to you and continues to prattle on about her various interests.

You notice something strange about the music. It seems the Westeros version of The Bead and the Maiden Fair is a very different song to the one you’re used to on Parre. The harp is slow and somber, as a matter of fact it almost sounds like…

You realise what is happening just in time. Pushing the princess onto the floor, a dagger lands into the canopy wood inches from your face. The harpist drops his instrument and jumps from his seat, sprinting into the bushes.

He is fast, but no Westeros I could outrun a Parreman. You grab the assassin by the collar and push him into the dirt. Using a rope from your numerous coat pockets, you hogtie the screaming young man and throw him over your shoulder.

You almost feel sorry to the assassin as you hand him over the guards, you have heard what methods of **** are used in the black cells beneath the red keep, the man will no doubt be begging for his **** within the hour.

You expect to hear something from the king or queen after saving their daughters life, but for the rest of the day you continue to be ignored by most of the court. As you fall asleep that night, you make up your mind to return to Parre as soon as courtesy allows.

When you wake up, you see an unfamiliar round ceiling above you, dimly lit by sparse candlelight. You feel the cold, hard stone against your back, and ropes are tightly bound around your wrists, holding your arms above your head. As you struggle against your bonds, you realise that you have been stripped naked.

“King Rishard,” a familiar voice comes from somewhere inside the room. “Do not struggle, please. You are not in any danger. Do you not recognise the chambers of the Kingsguard?”

You recall what you have read about the white sword tower, from what you remember you realise that you must be laid on the weirwood table of the round room, which usually contains the white book of the Kingsguard.

Jaime Lannister steps out of the shadows, wearing a golden bed robe and an indecipherable smile.

You ask the kingslayer why you have been brought here, and why you are in bonds.

“You saved my daughters life today, Rishard. Ive heard all about the assassin in the gardens. I want to thank you for your actions. And, well, a Lannister always pays his debts.” Jaime casually unties his robe and drops it to the floor, exposing his handsome, muscled body. “You want me, Your Grace. You told me as much in our last conversation. No man has had me in such a way for a very long time. But tonight I will make an exception.”

Your cock grows hard at the sight of the Kingslayers beautiful nude body which seems to take on a golden glow in the candlelight. Jaime Lannister immediately climbs onto the table, kneeling at your thighs. “You’re a very lucky man, Rishard.” He says with a cocky smile, looking down at your cock.

You instinctively move to grab his hips, but are soon reminded that you hands and feet are tied down. Your cock, already hard, is begging to be touched, but Jaime simply stares at it, he seems to enjoy teasing you.

You tell the Kingslayer that this is supposed to be a reward, not ****.

“Oh, is this not enjoyable for you, Your Grace?” Jaime sneers. “Shall I get down and send you back to your room? If that is what you wish.”

Through gritted teeth, you beg the Kingslayer not to leave. Slowly, he reaches down and holds the tip of your cock, examining it. “I have had bigger, in my youth,” he says. “Although in my experience it is not the size of the man who matters but the way he uses it. Of course, you won’t be using it at all, will you?” He squeezes the base of your cock, causing an excess of precum to leak from the end. “I am in control now, King Rishard. I will take what I want from you, and you will like it.”

You nod eagerly, begging the Kingslayer to touch you more. Jaime stands over you. “Always begging aren’t you? First you beg for me to help your pathetic kingdom, and now you beg for me to please your useless cock. It’s time you put that tongue to better use.” You whine as he steps forward, your cock aching for his touch. Jaime turns around, putting his feet above your shoulders, he looks over his shoulder at you briefly, before squatting down onto your face.

Anger swells in your chest as Jaime continues to ignore your cock, intentionally teasing you further and further. But still your tongue cannot resist the mans delicious, beautiful hole. Your tongue vigorously explores his entrance, your lips sucking hungrily at the sweet flesh.

Jaime moans, leaning back and putting more weight onto your face. His toes curl beside your head. “Yes, Your Grace, yes. Use your mouth, just like that.” He pushed his backside into your face, hands raking across your thighs. “Yes, yes, it feels so damn good.”

Finally he grabs hold of your cock again, rubbing your member over his face while he writhes in the ecstasy of your mouth on his hole. Before long he hungrily swallows your cock with his mouth. The feeling is incredible as you enjoy both of the Kingslayers holes at once. Jaime sucks and swallows greedily on your cock, taking the whole length deep into his throat. The sound of the Kingslayer gagging turns you on further.

You kiss and lick and suck on his hole, pushing your tongue further into his passage. Jaime pops your cock out of his mouth as your tongue slides to its deepest point. He strokes your cock, panting and sweating as he shakes his ass into your face, working your tongue around his hole.

“Your Grace,” he pants. “Eat me. Oh, gods, use your hot mouth. Yes. Yes!”

Jaime flinches as your thick cum shoots into his face, spreading over his forehead and dripping down his chin. Thrusting, you release a final rope of cum that splatters his face. You feel warmth spread across your chest as Jaime releases himself at the same time.

Jaime collapses forward, his face at your knees and his thighs lying on your sticky chest.

After he catches his breath, Jaime looks back at you. You ask the Kingslayer if he would consider never freeing you from your bonds. Jaime smiles, panting. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”