The Tourney

Mace Tyrell spared no expense when it came to throwing grand celebrations and with Jon present it only seemed to encourage him further. Flowers of every sort were on display, food from around the world was being served, and the wine flowed freely. The Tourney was off to a great start as knights and Lords from all over the Reach, Westerlands and Stormlands took part, all fighting for their share of glory. Jon performed in the melee and did well in the early part of the day, knocking down many young landed knights and minor Lords. His struggle came when he crossed blades with Ser Garlan, who had the strength of three men and fought unlike anyone Jon had encountered before. It was a long match, but eventually the Prince conceded defeat with dignity as the crowd cheered for their local hero.

Jon had decided to forego the jousting, still tired from the melee and from the previous night’s activities. He gracefully took a seat in the stands beside Lord Mace and Lady Margaery, enjoying light conversation as they wagered which of the competitors would win this match or the next. Naturally the Tyrells had full confidence in Loras, and Jon knew the Knight Of Flowers had more than earned his reputation.

“So tell me, Prince Jon,” Lady Margaery asked, resting her hand on his, “what do you make of Highgarden? The flowers are most beautiful, are they not?”

Jon smiled at her, his thumb caressing her knuckles. “The flowers are lovely, especially the roses,” he gave her a conspiratorial smile, “ I think I’m just beginning to learn the pleasures of gardening.”

She held his gaze for a long moment and Jon felt as though he could have taken her there and then. But then Mace started clapping enthusiastically as Loras came riding out, ready for his match. The crowd cheered with wonder as the famed knight rode up and down, gathering their praises. He stopped right before them and begged for his sister’s favour. His eyes looked up at Jon for a moment, and there was an unmistakable bloom of desire. Margaery noticed it too and gave Jon a knowing look.

They spent much of the day watching as Loras won match after match, until finally he was pronounced champion of the Tourney. He in turn, proclaimed his sister queen of love and beauty. Jon joined in on the festivities afterwards, drinking his fair share of wine and enjoying the gossip and conversation of the Reach Lords. Eventually he asked the Lady Margaery to dance, and as the two moved through the great hall he could tell that all eyes were on them, in their minds approving of the match and wishing it to come to fruition.

“You and my brother,” she asked quietly as they moved together, her eyes alight with satisfaction. “You have been together?”

Jon met the question with a grin, moving her about in time with the music. “I have fucked him, yes. In truth I plan to fuck him again and again,” his mouth curved into a knowing smile, “but something tells me that doesn’t bother you too much.”

“ Well I can feel your desire for me in this very moment,” she replied confidently, “and I am not so greedy that I cannot share with my brother, so long as I come first. I presume you came here for a betrothal?”

“I did,” Jon said, laughing lightly, “ and a quick marriage, hopefully. My father has already given his blessing.”

Margaery smiled victoriously. “All the better.”

They returned to the dais and Jon decided it was at that moment to play his hand. Reaching into the sleeves of his tunic, he removed the letter his father had already prearranged and gave it to Lord Mace, who looked confused at first, but gasped with surprise and joy once he had finished reading the full letter. “You..are serious, Your Grace?”

Jon instinctively wanted to correct him about the use of the title, but let it slide. “I am,” he replied with a smile plastered over his face, “I first wanted to get to know my future wife...but I confess I am already smitten. I would take Margaery as my bride.”

Mace was struck by his words, but recovered quickly and stood at once and called for everyone’s attention. The announcement was made quickly, and with the eagerness of a man who has finally gotten what he wants. Likewise the entire hall clapped and cheered their enthusiastic agreement to the match as Jon and Margaery held hands and smiled kindly at the crowd.

That evening he retired to his chambers and began to write his father about the latest development, pleased with how swiftly things had progressed. He was interrupted from his writings as the chamber door opened and closed. Loras came to him wordlessly, dressed in a very loose tunic. Intrigue kept Jon quiet as he watched Loras approach. He thought to make a comment, but before he could speak he found his cock free and deep within the warm wetness of Loras’ mouth. Jon’s eyes closed in reaction as his head tilted back. It took all of his might to keep from groaning as his hand lowered to Loras head. Loras tongue curled against him… and Jon’s fingers tightened instinctively in that messy mop of golden brown hair.

The second Jon’s hips thrusted deep inside of Loras’ throat, the boy groaned and gripped his hips, trying to not only anchor himself, but he was obviously trying to relax his throat to allow the thick cock deeper access. Jon tightened his grip painfully on Loras’ hair, keeping him still and he **** more and more of his cock down the Tyrell’s throat.

He pumped away, more and more until finally he pulled Loras close and release a stream of cum deep inside the man’s throat holding him still until it all went down. When he released him, Loras gasped a breath, but did not look especially troubled. Jon wondered if perhaps it was the ancient steward’s blood running in their veins that made the Tyrells so naturally submissive, and smiled at the thought of himself like the Conqueror, bending them to his will.

Loras smiled up at him lustily, stood and removed his breeches and sat his naked ass on Jon’s lap, as his hands caressed his chest and torso. “The announcement was fast, My King,” he said in a quiet voice, “shall the wedding be soon?”

Jon ran his hand down, caressed Tyrells ass hungrily. “I would not be surprised if it happens by the end of the week. We ride back to the Red Keep on the morrow.”

“And I shall join your guard?” He began to grind his tight ass down on Jon’s exposed cock. “Remember what we spoke of.”

“That should be no problem.”

“Good,” Loras said, his voice heavy with lust as he leaned in close, his asshole teasing at Jon’s cock, slick as it was with saliva. “Marry my sister, enjoy her as you like, but don’t forget who you true Queen is, My King.”

Jon groaned in pleasure then, desire overflowing. “Then...sit on your throne.”

Not needing to be told twice, Loras lowered himself onto Jon’s cock and sank right down until their laps met. He begun to bounce up and down before claiming Jon in a kiss, fierce and sudden. They stayed like that well into the night and a small part of Jon wondered who exactly controlled who in this arrangement they had found themselves in.