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Over the next few days tragedy struck the House of Lannister once again. Lord Tywin had taken a tumble down a flight of stairs and broken his neck, sending all of the Westerlands into mourning and putting House Lannister into the most **** position it had been in years. Cersei had been too consumed by grief over her daughter and father to do much of anything, and Jaime was never the most suited to lead, despite how much his father had wished it. Ironically Tyrion was the one who took charge and did his utmost to maintain order during the chaos.

The various lords of the Westerlands all came to pay homage and see the proud Warden off and Casterly Rock was packed with activity. Jon found himself caught up amidst the whirlwind and did his best to provide what support he could, whilst also keeping quiet on the truth of the matter. Joffrey had killed Tywin, and looked to kill Tyrion next. He was utterly mad and genuinely bloodthirsty, but Jon was struggling to care. Even as he sat in his chambers, reading a letter from his father on matters back in King’s Landing, Joffrey was knelt between his legs, bobbing his head up and down, consuming as much of Jon’s cock as he could.

The young Lannister, for all his apparent madness, had developed an **** obsession and twisted love with Jon that the prince was happy to take advantage of. He was playing with Fire, he knew, for one as unstable as Joffrey, but Jon could rationalise it to himself that he would rather have such a creature working _for _him rather than against him and enjoyed considerable pleasure in the meantime.

Pulling his head up with one final suck, Joffrey grinned up at Jon with his wild emerald eyes. “With my grandfather dead, who else is left to oppose us?”

Jon groaned at the loss of the warm mouth. “Plenty of people,” he reached out and casually played with a golden curl, “ your mother and uncles won’t be pleased if I break my betrothal pact with Myrcella, and my family will still expect some sort of alliance.”

“With me,” Joffrey huffed, “I will be the one you wed.”

Jon laughed. “That will be a difficult proposal, especially since you cannot give me heirs.”

The look Joffrey gave him could killed lessor men, and with a snarl of frustration the Lannister pulled away from him entirely and stormed out of the chamber, slamming the door as he went. Jon frowned, but knew better than to try follow him. The Lannister would have only made a scene.

On the day of Twyin’s funeral the entirety of the Lannister household gathered with every single lord of the Westerlands and bore witness as the Septons laid the old lion to rest in a tomb that was gilded in gold and jewels. The prayers were bothersome in how boring they were, but otherwise Jon got through experience without fuss. During the aftermath, as the various lords and ladies mingled and spoke to the Lannisters, Joffrey approached him and whispered quietly to him meet him in his chambers. Jon did not like the tone, but decided to play along.

When he finally entered Joffrey’s chambers he found the lordling on his bed completely naked, with his ass presented to Jon for fucking. He turned to look up at Jon, hungrily “go on,” he urged, “put an heir in me...”

Jon frowned, wondering if this was a new game of Joffrey’s, but then he approached and noticed something odd. As Joffrey spread his cheeks apart, his asshole winked at Jon encouragingly, but more so than that...it was dripping. The puckered hole seemed to be leaking juices like a cunt.

“What have you done?” Jon asked in morbid fascination, “this...this is different.”

Joffrey moaned as Jon put his hands on the plump ass. “There is a witch...she gave me a potion from Asshai,” his eyes closed in pleasure as Jon softly pinched the ass, “this can...give us an heir.”

Frankly Jon thought it was madness, but change and wanton display was enough to stir his cock to life and he wasted no time getting naked. Jon startles a little as his cock is pulled into the puckered hole, lubricated by its own juices and clenching down on him like some strange combination of ass and cunt. The sensation is maddening and he finds himself thrusting away without thinking, driven by some animal instinct.

“Fuck,” Jon groaned, feeling himself almost becoming dizzy with pleasure as Joffrey’s ass squeezes him in, he reached out and grabbed the Lannister’s hips and pumped away, “ fuck...this is the best thing I’ve ever felt...”

Joffrey laughed, throwing his head back as his ass rushed to meet Jon’s thrusts. “That’s because your cock is mine,” his voice was breathless, raspy with lust, “it was destined for this ass. Now fuck me!”

They moved together in a tangle of limbs, biting and kissing like two beasts who had been locked in a cage together. Eventually during the madness Jon felt himself draw near, and bit down hard on Joffrey’s neck as he released his seed deep into Joffrey’s cunt while the Lannister spurted over his bed sheets. They both groaned, locked together and Joffrey leaned over to whisper into Jon’s ear. “Today,” he breathed, “we have started a new dynasty.”