The feast

The feast at Casterly Rock was a grand affair. The Lannisters had plenty of coin and weren’t afraid to spend it, even on the most unnecessary of things. Jon was sat at a large table high on the dais, sitting to the right of Lord Tywin and beside his future betrothed, Lady Myrcella. They ate four courses of food, ranging from freshly caught lobster from Lannisport, to nicely cooked venison from the nearby hills, and several types of cheesecakes. They drank from gilded chalices adorned with rubies and emeralds and dressed in the finest of clothing.

Conversation was mild and pleasant early on, with Lord Tywin asking questions regarding to Jon’s training at arms, his experience at court helping the King, enquiring how his elder brother faired. Jon answered them all politely, and gave what information he thought necessary, but kept himself guarded. His father had long warned him that Tywin Lannister was a cunning and ruthless man who could use information as handily as a sword.

Jon made an effort to try and include Myrcella in the conversation as well, genuinely wanting to learn more about the young woman. “I am sorry to hear about your father, my lady,” he said gently, “I had only ever heard good things about Ser Addam.”

Myrcella smiled at him faintly, “Thank you for your sympathies My Prince,” a flash of grief crossed her eyes, “It all happened so quick, I’m still getting used to his absence.”

“You needn’t worry sweetling,” Lady Cersei cut in, watching her daughter and Jon over the rim of her cup, “soon you shall have a new family to fill the ...hole.”

There was a curious expression that came over the older woman as she spoke, a certain hunger in her eyes that Jon did not fail to note. Certainly she did not seem like a grieving widow to him, quite the contrary.

“You must stop your complaining sister,” Joffrey said, sneering at his younger sibling. “ I doubt Prince Jon or any man could stomach a wailing hysterical woman for a bride.”

Jon opened his mouth to respond, but Tywin got there first. “Joffrey,” he said, leveling his grandson with a stare that could freeze Dorne. “You will keep such comments to yourself.”

There was a lull in conversation, but Myrcella was quick to fill it. “So, Prince Jon, how do you find the Rock?”

“It, and everything in it, is beautiful My Lady,” he flashed her a playful smile then, “certainly a nice change from Kings Landing.”

“Oh, I’m sure that cant be so,” she said with a laugh, “I bet King’s Landing is far more grand than this.”

Jon smiled politely. “It is certainly bigger, and smellier.”

The table enjoyed a polite chuckle of laughter and then conversation moved on for a while. The entire time Jon could feel Lady Cersei watching him, her emerald eyes drinking in the sight of him as she enjoyed her wine. Jon had to admit, he appreciated the attention and snuck in a few glances himself. Lady Myrcella was pleasant and seemed to be somewhat smitten with him, but there was something to Cersei’s smile that stirred his loins and brought out the wolf’s blood within him.

He had not failed to notice that Joffrey was giving him curious looks throughout the night too. His face was constantly set in a sneer, yet when he looked at Jon there was jealousy in his gaze and perhaps a kind of frustrated longing. Jon wasn’t sure what to make of it, but once or twice he met the lordlings eye only for the other to look away just as quick.

Eventually the night wore on and everyone seemed sated from the food and drink, and Lord Tywin bid them good night. The children were quick to follow him, as were Tyrion and Jamie, who had been busy trading jokes with Ser Oswell. Eventually it was just Jon and Cersei.

“How was the food, My Prince?”

Jon gave her a pleasant smile. “The food was very good.”

“And the company?” Her mouth quirked into a smirk. “How was that?”

Jon leaned close, “the company...was excellent.”

“Well,” Cersei replied, also leaning close, her leg rubbing against Jon’s, her intentions to him now crystal clear, “I suppose we best be off to bed...sweet dreams.”

They both bid each other good night and went their seperate ways, Jon still half in a daze. He returned to his rooms feeling flushed, and wondering what he would make of the recent development. He was supposed to wed Myrcella, and win Lord Tywin’s loyalty...but Lady Cersei threw the whole thing into chaos. He doubted that Tywin would approve of his granddaughters betrothed fucking his recently widowed daughter, but he figured he just had to play things carefully until the week was done, and then he could return to King’s Landing without worry.

Sleep found him quickly, and he was submerged in shapeless, dreamless sleep. Warmth and softness were the only things his **** mind knew, until he felt a spike of pleasure, a strange wetness and movement that slowly pulled him to the waking world, cock first. He opened his eyes to the sensation, and when he looked down, he saw a mop of golden curls and plump lips bobbing up and down around his cock.