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She wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. Her back was aching already, but she couldn’t stop.

She leaned over the bed, collecting the linens as she did each morning. Her body should hardly ache as much as it did at her age. She truly wondered how long she could keep this up.

Being a servant in the Red Keep wasn’t the worst job she could have; she often told herself to be grateful. After all, her parents could have sold her into a whore house like many others did. No lords had even harmed her in any way whilst she had been here, and she retained her maidenhood.

Even with the cruelty of King Joffrey living in the very same castle she served in, he had never taken an interest in her.

She started to think no one ever noticed her. Her mother did say she had a plain and forgettable face. She thought that an insult at the time, but perhaps it worked out in her favour after all.

Before walking out, she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of the large mirror. Her long, wavy hair was messed from cleaning, and her plain dress was nothing special to look at. She sighed; she never really had any interest in boys, so perhaps she would just be alone for the rest of her life. It would be better than being cursed to marry a man like King Joffrey, though.

She walked out of the room with the linens, ready to pass them down to the next servant who washed them. After re-making the bed, she collected all of the dirtied cups on the table.

This room was that of Tyrion Lannister, uncle of King Joffrey; he often indulged in nights of drinking and entertaining whores. Despite that, he was a smart and kind man, to her at least. Unlike the rest of his family, or what she knew of them.

She then moved on to Lord Tywin’s room. He was the father of Tyrion, and grandfather and hand to King Joffrey. Everyone in the castle knew, however, that he was the brains behind the rulership. Joffrey was an insolent little brat who could not organise a fuck in a brothel, the other servants would sometimes say in the quiet confines of their sleeping quarters.

Tywin’s room was the grandest behind the King and Cersei, of course. It was spacious with huge windows and grand finishings. Despite that, the room was simply furnished and always tidy. She never knew him to entertain whores or indulge in partying like other high-born men.

Lord Tywin was older and had been without a wife for many years since she died in childbirth with their son, Tyrion. She knew that the entire family not so subtly hated Tyrion for this fact, even though he had no choice in the matter. Perhaps that was why he drank so much; she felt sorry for the small man.

“Who are you?” a deep voice came from behind her.

She almost jumped out of her skin, gasping as she turned to face him. Lord Tywin.

“Sorry, my lord, I thought you were attending a small council meeting, so I was changing your linens. I’ll come back,” she said, scurrying towards the door.

“What is your name?” he repeated, stopping her in the doorway.

“M-Maggie, my lord,” she stuttered.

He furrowed his brows, and a pit began to form in her stomach.

“How long have you been serving in the Red Keep?” he asked.

She wondered why he would be questioning her, and she became fearful of where this was heading. “Just a little while,” she replied.

He looked her over, and she felt herself becoming self-conscious.

“You look young,” he said. She debated whether it was a statement or question.

“I’m old enough,” she decided to reply. He seemed to take on her answer and gestured for her to leave.

Maggie took her opportunity and fled his room with haste. She looked back momentarily before walking down the hall, and she saw Tywin standing in his doorway, still looking her over. She felt a shiver down her spine.

She had only been here for two moons, but she always changed the linens when the noblemen were out of their quarters for the day.

This was the first time she had even spoken to or even been in the same room as Lord Tywin. She had snuck a few conversations in with Tyrion as he often slept in, hungover. She quite liked him; he was funny and quick-witted. She wasn’t sure how she felt about his father.

It was a few days until she saw Lord Tywin again; he passed her in the halls. She assumed he must have just come from another small council meeting. They were becoming more frequent lately. She had heard that the common folk weren’t happy with King Joffrey’s ruling. There were rumours he was a bastard. There were also talks of a Targaryen Dragon rider over the seas who planned to conquer Westeros. All rumours, of course.

“Maggie, isn’t it?” Tywin said, stopping her dead in her tracks in the darkened corridor.

She nodded hesitantly, “Yes, my Lord.”

“I would like to speak with you at your earliest convenience,” he said stoically.

Gods, what did Lord Tywin, hand and grandfather of the King, want with a lowly servant like her?

“Oh, I uh-“ she stumbled on her words, and his face melted into a slightly less stern expression. “I’m free now, my Lord….” she said softly.

He began walking down the hallway wordlessly towards his room. She assumed she was supposed to follow him, so she did, her heart racing with each step.

As they reached his room, he stopped, opening the door for her and gesturing for her to come in. She wondered if she should try to make a run for it. This can’t end well for her. As he closed the door behind them, he walked over to a desk within his room and poured a cup of wine from a decanter.

“Wine?” He asked, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

“No, thank you, my Lord. I have more work to do,” she said softly.

“Forget that,” he said, disregarding her words and pouring a second cup and handing it to her. He took a sip of his own, his eyes never leaving her. He gestured for her to sit in one of the chairs, so she did. He stayed standing.

Tywin obviously noticed she looked uncomfortable. She took a tiny sip of wine, not wanting to disappoint him.

“I know servants hear many things from both within the castle and out. I wanted to know something,” he said deeply.

“Oh, I just turn over the rooms, my Lord. Linens are my top priority,” she said sheepishly.

He smiled slightly. “You won’t get in trouble. What have you heard of King Joffrey amongst the servants?” Her blood went cold. She did not want to repeat what she had heard. It was treason, and she could be killed.

“Nothing, my Lord,” she said. Tywin took another sip of wine and walked over to her. He stood over her, but she oddly didn’t feel intimidated.

“I give you my word, no harm will come to you, whatever you tell me,” he said.

Maggie swallowed hard. She guessed she didn’t have a choice. “I have heard a few things, my Lord. King Joff-Joffrey” she stumbled on her words, “is not Robert Baratheon’s son. All false rumours, of course, m-my Lord”. She finally blurted out quickly, taking a sip of wine as if to cleanse her mouth from the gossip she just spoke.

To her surprise, Tywin didn’t look angry. He didn’t look anything really. He nodded, taking in her words and took a sip of his wine.

“Anything else?” He asked.

She felt slightly more at ease given his reaction. “I’ve heard that there’s a Targaryen Dragon rider across the seas who is saying she will claim the throne,” she said.

He nodded again. “And what are they saying about her?” he asked stoically.

“Some are saying they would support her, that she is the true heir.”

He took a few moments to take in her words before replying. Her throat felt dry with anticipation. “And what is your opinion, Maggie?” he asked.

The way he said her name sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was pleasant or not. “I don’t believe gossip, my lord. The servants talk as our daily lives are quite dull, but I know it’s all false,” she managed to get out.

Tywin seemed to almost chuckle in amusement. He reached out a hand and cupped her chin. Her entire body froze at his action. “You’re so scared, you poor little thing. I won’t hurt you,” he said, almost sounding genuine. She forced a smile, looking up at him. He finally dropped his hand.

Maggie wondered if he had really brought her here to rape her. She had never heard anything about Tywin touching a servant without their consent, and he had never even been seen with whores as far as she knew. She wondered if an older man like him was even interested in that stuff anymore. Her heart beat quickly, and her hands began to sweat. Tywin must have sensed her impending dread.

“You can leave whenever you like. I’m not holding you prisoner,” he said, smirking slightly. “Oh, I-“ she started. He interrupted. “You might think me an evil man, but I’m not in the business of taking girls who do not wish to be taken,” he said, still looking her over.

She tried not to visibly sigh in relief. He finished with “as lovely as you are.” She felt heat rush to her cheeks and she bit her lip.

She gulped down the rest of the wine in her cup and stood. She took note of how much taller he was than her. “Thank you for the wine, my Lord,” she said, now making her way to the door.

“If you ever had any other information, I would always appreciate it, Maggie,” he said. She nodded and had to hold herself back from running down the halls away from his room.

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Days had passed now since her first interaction with Tywin. She hadn’t told a soul, and he had obviously not told anyone what she said, given her head was still attached to her body.

Her mind swirled with thoughts of him. He was handsome, for an old man, she thought. She had seen him once in his armour and thought him attractive. But his voice was what got to her, his deep, commanding voice saying her name.

Gods, what was she thinking? He only wanted information out of her, even if he called her lovely. He would have been triple her age, and he was one of the most powerful men in Westeros. She was just a lowly serving girl.

Maggie got snapped out of her daydreaming about Tywin whilst in Tyrion’s room changing linens. She heard a loud bang as his wooden doors flew open. Unfortunately for Maggie, it was Tyrion and Cersei.

Cersei was screaming at Tyrion, her high pitched shrill making her ears ache. She was chastising him for his drinking and blaming him for their mother’s death. That seemed to be a common theme in their family. Tyrion did not even look affected, which told her how often this occurred.

Cersei went on to shout at Tyrion about his ideas of regaining the common folk’s trust. She called it stupid and unnecessary. She said the common folk could all starve and rot as far as she was concerned. This made Maggie’s chest hurt, Cersei really was a cruel woman.

Cersei was so caught up in her rage towards Tyrion that she didn’t even notice Maggie standing there terrified next to the bed. Tyrion looked over at Maggie, and Cersei’s eyes finally followed.

“Get out, stupid girl!” she yelled. Maggie quickly scooped up the dirtied linens and ran for the door. One thing about Cersei is that everyone listened when she spoke, or gods forbid, they felt her wrath.

Later that night, Maggie was getting ready to head to her quarters after her last few duties of the night when she ran into Tywin again in the hallway. She was beginning to wonder if he was seeking her out, given she had never previously seen him this much.

“My lord,” she nodded politely, smiling.

“Maggie,” his voice was like velvet, it went straight through her.

“Care for some wine? I take it you’ve had a long day,” he said. She wondered if he meant that she looked a mess, and she became slightly self-conscious, brushing down her hair with her hands.

She almost politely declined and turned the other way, but something inside her took over, and she nodded. Following him again to his room.

She knew she shouldn’t be alone with a man in his quarters, especially at night, but she had done it before, and nothing bad had happened. Mirroring a few days ago, he gestured for her to sit and poured two cups of wine, handing her one. Tywin sat on his desk, towering over her.

“Has anything else been said amongst the servants?” He said, looking her over.

She shook her head. “Nothing different from what I’ve told you.” She was telling the truth; she had only heard repeats of everything she had already known.

“I see,” he said, taking a sip from his own cup.

She didn’t know what took over her, but her mouth almost opened involuntarily. “I witnessed Cersei and Tyrion arguing today.”

Tywin’s eyebrows raised, and he put his cup down. Gods, why had she said that? She had probably angered him. “What were they arguing about?” he asked.

“Sorry, my lord, I shouldn’t have said anything,” she said sheepishly.

“I appreciate you telling me,” he offered.

His words made her feel comfortable to speak again. “Sometimes I think people underestimate Tyrion.”

His eyebrows raised even further. “You think so, do you?” he asked. She had definitely done it now; she should probably try to run, but fear strapped her to the chair.

He stared, examining her. “Sorry for speaking out of turn, my lord,” she finally said.

“You should have learned to stop being so scared of me by now.” She smiled slightly, looking down. “I know Tyrion is smarter than he looks, but he makes a fool of our family, drinking and entertaining whores,” he said sternly.

“Do you ever think he does that because he’s hurt? He’s not treated very well,” she said hesitantly.

He seemed to consider her words. “You take in a lot of information,” he said.

“As I said, being a servant is mundane; we have nothing but time to witness what goes on in the castle,” she said, taking another sip of wine.

He continued looking down at her. “And what would you do differently, Maggie?”

The way he said her name again sent heat to her stomach. “I would listen to Tyrion. He said something about winning over the common folk’s favour; I think that’s more important than anyone realises. If people hate the King and find out about the Targaryen girl, it would be catastrophic for the rulership and possibly the realm.”

He nodded as she spoke and looked impressed with her deep thoughts on the matter. “You’re a smart girl,”.

His compliment made her smile, and heat rush to her cheeks. No one had ever told her that before. She looked over his face, trying to find proof of any untruth, but she found none. He was genuinely praising her.

The light of the moon coming in from the window caught Maggie’s eye. The realisation of how late it had gotten suddenly dawned on her. She stood, placing her now empty cup on the table next to Tywin. They were face to face, him towering over her.

“I should go, before the other girls wonder where I am. I would be in trouble,” she said shyly. He continued looking her over; the tension between them was thick.

Tywin reached his hand up and her heart froze, she wondered what he might do. He gently brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. She had to stop herself from frowning in confusion.

Tywin was a stern and rough man, she had never heard of him showing affection to anyone, even his children. But here he was, complimenting her and treating her gently.

Fear ripped through her and she gave him a brief smile before turning and walking away. Shutting the heavy wooden doors without even looking back. She stood with her back to his closed door for a moment catching her breath and trying to clear her mind.

For some reason she could not explain, even after leaving his room Lord Tywin filled her thoughts, in many ways. His voice, the way he said her name, his unusually strong arms for an older man and most of all the way he stared at her, studied her. The only proof of their encounter was the faint taste of wine still coating her mouth.

When she arrived back to her quarters after all the other girls were fast asleep she explored her body thinking of him.

She pictured his hands on her breasts, her stomach and lower. She found wetness between her legs and pleasured herself. When she found her release Tywin’s name ghosted across her lips.

She felt guilty afterwards, was it wrong to be attracted to him? She still wasn’t sure if he even thought of her like that or if he was just interested in the information she provided him.

What the fuck was she getting herself into?

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The weeks following their last interaction passed quickly. Things were heating up politically in King’s Landing, and small council meetings were held almost daily, sometimes multiple times per day. The common folk outside the castle were furious. Most were starving, and the rules were getting harsher as the days went on.

Tywin was caught up with the meetings, so she didn’t see him much. She knew he was powerful, but she didn’t realise just how much he controlled King Joffrey.

The serving girls all giggled one night as one of them recounted how Lord Tywin yelled at Joffrey to go to bed. They apparently did not agree on many things, including winning over the favour of the residents of King’s Landing.

Despite the distance between them, Maggie and Tywin shared glances in the great hall when they held a dinner for all in the castle. She assumed the dinner was to boost morale, as it wasn’t just the common folk suffering under King Joffrey’s rule.

Tywin’s eyes found her from across the room and made her shift in her seat. For a moment, she even thought she may have seen a smile cross his mouth as their eyes locked. She bit her lip and took a sip of her wine, reminding her of that night in his room.

It was the morning after the dinner, and Maggie was attending to her usual duties. She took a moment’s break and stretched out her back at Tywin’s bedside whilst changing the linens.

She almost screamed as she heard his deep voice carry from the doorway, “Good morning.”

She turned suddenly, facing him. “Gods, you nearly killed me with fright!” Maggie said, clutching her chest.

“You still haven’t learned not to fear me,” he said, chuckling deeply and walking in. She took note that he closed the door behind him.

“I-I haven’t seen you for a while,” she said softly. He looked her over as he walked closer.

“I’ve been thinking of you,” he said.

“You have?!” She said back quickly, not believing what she was hearing.

“What you said about regaining the favour of the people,” he elaborated.

“Oh-right,” of course, he was not thinking about her in any other way; how stupid of her to think otherwise.

“I agree with you,” he walked closer to her now.

“You do?” She said now, looking up at him standing right in front of her.

“I want to hear more of your ideas,” he said, again brushing some hair behind her ear. Her throat went suddenly dry, and she swallowed hard.

“I’ve been thinking of you too,” she said, barely above a whisper.

He smirked. “What have you been thinking about?” She bit her lip; his voice made that heat return to her stomach. She was too nervous to answer his question.

Instead of words, she leaned up closer to his face; he leaned down, and suddenly her lips were brushing against his. His hand wrapped around the side of her neck, supporting it as he pressed in harder.

Her entire body felt like it had been set alight. They kissed for a few moments until he pulled away. She felt insecurity spread through her. Maybe she did it wrong? She looked down to the floor until Tywin’s hand came up and lifted her chin to look into his eyes.

“Was that your first kiss?” he said.

She nodded, embarrassed.

“Have you ever been with a man at all?” She shook her head again, her cheeks burning. He seemed to consider her answer for a moment before speaking again.

“Have you ever touched yourself?” She almost gasped at the crudeness of his question; she shook her head, denying it. He looked over her face.

“You’re lying.” Fuck, how could he tell? “I am very good at knowing when people are lying to me,” he said, almost like he read her mind.

“You’ll be a good girl and not lie to me again, won’t you, Maggie?” He said, grasping her neck again with slightly more pressure. To her surprise, it didn’t hurt, but made that heat in her stomach pool lower than before. She nodded. His eyebrows raised like he needed more.

“Yes, my Lord,” she said quietly, not breaking eye contact. 

“Now tell me, what were you thinking about me?” he said, loosening his grip on her neck and letting his arm fall to his side again.

“I-I was thinking about you, touching me,” she said, stumbling slightly on her words.

“Where was I touching you?” He looked her body over as he spoke.

“Everywhere”.

“Show me,” he commanded. Surely he didn’t mean what she thought he meant?

Tywin guided her by her hips to sit down on the bed. She felt fluttering in her stomach with nervousness. Tywin must have sensed her hesitation.

“Do you want this? I won’t ask again,” he spoke.

She wasn’t sure what ‘this’ was, but she didn’t want it to stop, so she nodded and answered like a good girl “yes my lord”.

He manoeuvred her to be lying on the bed with her head on the neat stack of pillows at the head of it. Something about the way he was able to move her with ease made her heart flutter; he was strong.

“Show me how you touch yourself,” his voice reverberating through her. He stood on the side of the bed but pulled over a chair to sit, watching her like she was the most interesting thing in the realm.

She thought there was no way she could do it, but there was something about the way he commanded her. She had to follow his orders.

Her hands glided up to her breasts, and she touched herself through her dress. Her nipples were already hard. She looked at Tywin, and he seemed to tense in his chair; his eyes didn’t leave her for a moment.

Her hands slowly made their way down her body, and she began to bunch up her dress, the hem sliding further and further up her legs. Tywin seemed to swallow hard as he watched her become more exposed.

Once her dress was pooled at her waist and her small clothes exposed, she slowly moved her hand down inside them. She found herself already wet under Tywin’s gaze. She bit her lip as she gathered up some wetness from her entrance and moved to circle her sensitive nub as she would do when she was alone.

She knew her body and knew how to bring herself to release quickly just with her thoughts. With Tywin actually here watching her, she knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Take them off,” he said lowly.

She looked at him confused for a moment until she realised he meant her small clothes. She blushed even further, if that was even possible. She hesitated.

“Are you disobeying me?” He said again, leaning back in his chair. She shook her head and quickly moved to pull down her small clothes, then spread her legs, exposing herself fully. Tywin tensed further, stiffening in his seat.

She continued touching herself under his gaze, soft moans leaving her mouth. She began to feel insecure due to his silence, but after a moment, he spoke, “Look at your beautiful cunt.”

His voice made her feel more heat travel between her legs. “Did I make you get that wet?” He asked smoothly. She nodded, not taking her hands off herself.

Maggie began moaning louder; she didn’t mean to, but the sinfulness of it all was bringing her closer to the edge. “Stop,” he commanded.

Her hands stilled immediately. She wondered if she had done something wrong; her heart rate increased again.

Anxiety ripped through her as Tywin stood from his chair. Maggie couldn’t help but notice his cock had hardened and was straining against his trousers; she smiled a little, knowing she had done that to him. He moved himself onto the bed, positioning his face close between her legs.

It was still morning and it was light in his room. She felt the most self-conscious she had ever felt, him having full view of between her legs. No one had ever looked at her so intimately.

“Gods, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen”. His words made her feel slightly more confident. “I’m going to touch you, okay?” He said. He wasn’t asking but preparing her. She nodded. “Speak” he commanded.

“Yes, my lord” she verbalised realising what he wanted her to say.

Tywin reached up and ran a finger through her wetness. She almost squealed at the different feeling of his rough, calloused hands. They still felt good as he moved to rub her sensitive spot as she had just done in front of him. She soon found herself moaning wantonly.

To her absolute shock, Tywin leaned in and used his tongue to lightly flick over her core. She nearly jumped out of her skin, and he laughed lowly and held her down onto the bed. He continued using his mouth on her, getting firmer and firmer.

She had never felt something so delightful in her life. His soft mouth kissing and licking her most sensitive spot. “Sweet girl,” he said, coming up momentarily for air and to look up at her.

Maggie clutched at the linens underneath her on the bed as her pleasure grew. She tensed up, and Tywin continued flicking his tongue over her. She felt him move his hand up towards her centre again, and he gently and slowly inserted one finger into her entrance. She gasped loudly; she had never even done that to herself, and it felt totally foreign.

It didn’t feel bad but hurt slightly. When he began moving it in and out of her, and his mouth continued stimulating her, the sting slowly faded.

She knew she didn’t have long now; the sensation of his mouth and finger inside her was sending her over the edge.

Suddenly, he stopped. Both his mouth and fingers left her body, and she gasped at the loss, looking down at him, smiling between her legs. “That’s it,” he said smugly, sitting up on the bed.

“What?!” She said back, confused and irritated, sitting up herself.

“You will leave, continue your jobs. You will not pleasure yourself. Tonight you will come back and meet me here,” he said coolly. How could he do that? He was utterly cruel, bringing her so close to the edge, then stopping.

She frowned, sulking and pulling her dress down to cover herself. “And you won’t give me attitude,” he continued.

“Or what?” She prodded.

“Or I’ll punish you,” he said nonchalantly.

Maggie stood from the bed. She glared at him and marched to the door.

He smiled deviously. “See you tonight,”. She didn’t respond and stormed off down the hallway without looking back.

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Maggie spent the rest of the day irritated. The other girls noticed she was off and asked why, but she brushed their concerns aside. It’s not like she could tell anyone anyway.

Her annoyance made the day drag on. She planned on confronting Tywin tonight, asking him why he enjoyed torturing poor young serving girls. She wouldn’t let him touch her again out of spite, she thought.

The sun finally began setting, and she decided she would bathe first, making him wait for her as long as possible.

She almost touched herself out of frustration for not getting her release earlier, but his words echoed in her head. She knew he would be able to tell if she lied about it too, fucking bastard.

She angrily brushed through her hair and got dressed. She left her hair out, her waves cascading down her back. The servants’ outfits were typically plain and matronly, but she chose one of her fancy dresses. It was still plainly coloured, a creamy white, but was lower cut and figure-hugging.

She wanted to torture him back. She didn’t wear any small clothes under her dress; she rarely did wear them to bed, but she was sure she would stay strong in not letting him see or touch her.

The other girls watched her suspiciously as she gave them some excuse for why she was leaving for a few hours that night. She quickly made her way to Tywin’s chambers, her heart pounding in her chest. When she reached his door, she didn’t even knock, wanting to get inside as soon as possible to avoid anyone’s unwanted looks.

Tywin was lying in his bed on top of the covers, still in his day clothes, reading. His room was dark, much darker than earlier, only lit by the fireplace and a few candles scattered throughout.

When the door snapped shut, he looked up at her, his cold expression giving nothing away. All the courage she had gained throughout the day to confront him immediately left her body under his intense gaze.

“Come here,” his deep voice carried from the bed. She was frozen but was snapped out of it by his words. She walked over as he asked.

Tywin moved to sit on the edge of the bed, and Maggie stood between his legs, looking down at him. “I’m not happy with you,” he said.

She furrowed her brows “why?”.

“Because you stormed off like a brat earlier when I gave you directions,” he said sternly. Maggie tried to hide her devious smirk; she liked being a brat.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

“Punish you,” he said, grabbing her by the waist.

Tywin swiftly but gently moved her to lie stomach down across his legs, the bed supporting some of her weight. She gasped loudly at the sudden position change.

“What are you doing?” She managed to speak even though most of the air had left her lungs.

“You’re going to get what you deserve,” he said coldly. His warm hands ran up the backs of her legs and caressed her backside through her dress.

“Listen closely,” he said deeply. She tried to turn her head to look at him, but it was too hard. He grabbed her hair gently, propping her head up slightly, and leaned down closer to her face.

“If you really want me to stop, you can say ‘red,’ and I will. If you don’t say that word, I will not stop. Understood?”

Maggie wondered why she would want him to stop, but she nodded nonetheless. “Out loud,” he said disapprovingly.

“Yes, my lord,” she said.

Tywin’s hands continued to caress the backs of her upper thighs and bum; they felt nice, soothing. Even though his hands were rough. Maggie suddenly felt the cool air on her skin as he lifted her dress, exposing her backside to him completely.

“Nothing under your dress? Naughty slut,” he said, almost growling. She felt his eyes bore into her behind, and it made her squirm. “Sit still, or it will be worse,” he said again. Maggie was confused, still unsure of what he was talking about.

Suddenly, with a loud, sharp smack, Tywin’s hand rose and came down hard on her bottom. She screamed at the unexpected stinging sensation.

“What the fuck!” she yelled when she realised what he had just done.

“Misbehaving brats get punished,” is all he replied with. Maggie tried to turn to look back at him, but his hand came down again, smacking her harder. Her backside was hot and probably red if she could have guessed.

His hands ran back over where he had just struck, and he rubbed softly and soothingly. Maggie felt conflicted; it hurt, but it also made her feel things she had never felt before.

Heat began to spread between her legs as well.
Before she could think too much about it, his hand came down again. She cried out in pain and pleasure, and without even seeing Tywin’s face, she knew he was smirking.

He was sadistic, and she didn’t know if she should scream ‘red’ and make a run for it or stay and see how things would progress. At least he gave her a way out if she wanted it. That was the least he could do considering he was hurting her. Either way, she could feel a wetness begin to form in her core, whether she wanted it to or not.

His hand came down again, slightly softer than the previous time, and he spent more time soothing her. “Have you learnt your lesson yet?” He spoke.

She nodded. His hand came down again, hard. “Haven’t you learnt you speak when you’re asked a question?” He said.

“Sorry, my lord,” she spoke softly, her voice almost failing her.

“Good girl,” he said, the words going straight between her legs. She thought she had to be dripping by now.

Tywin’s soothing fingers trailed down to her thighs and grazed her core; she almost jumped at the sudden sensation. “You’re so wet for me, Maggie,” his velvet voice was intoxicating. “Did me punishing you make you wet, sweet girl?”

She almost nodded until she remembered, “Yes, my Lord.”

His fingers moved in further to where she wanted. They explored her wettness, only briefly ghosting her clit, which made her squirm, desiring more contact.

“Be patient, or you will be punished again,” he said. She stilled, listening to his commands. His fingers stopped at her entrance for a moment until he pushed one digit in, painfully slowly. She moaned involuntarily, and he began fucking her with his finger. It felt so good, but she needed more.

“Please, my lord,” gods, she sounded pathetic.

“Please what?” He asked, not stopping his movements.

“More, please,” she begged. He slowly moved to add another finger inside her and began moving. She moaned louder, and he moved his other hand to cover her mouth.

“The guards will hear you, and you’ll start rumours, naughty slut,” he said in a hushed tone. She tried to stifle any sounds coming from her mouth as much as possible.

As his fingers fucked into her, Maggie could feel Tywin’s hardness growing against her stomach. He had denied her release earlier, but he had also denied his own. She wondered if he would fuck her tonight; it sure felt like his cock wanted to.

Tywin’s fingers stilled inside her, and he slowly slid them out of her. She felt the loss deeply and said a silent prayer to the gods that it wasn’t over yet. Tywin helped Maggie stand; her bones were sore at the position she held over Tywin’s knees. He moved her to be standing in front of him again on the side of the bed; her dress fell down to cover her once more.

“Turn around,” he spoke for the first time in a little while, almost startling her. She did as he said, and he stood directly behind her. He began to untie the laces that held her dress together. Soon, it fell to the floor and pooled at her ankles.

Tywin moved out of the way and commanded her again, “lay down.” She again followed his instructions, embarrassingly fast. She looked up at him from her new horizontal position. She felt her cheeks, the ones on her face now, turn crimson. She had never been naked in front of him or any man.

“So beautiful,” he said so softly she almost didn’t hear it. Maggie watched as Tywin undid his own clothing, his breeches falling to the floor, joining her now discarded dress.

Tywin’s cock sprang free, and Maggie gasped, seeing it for the first time. It was hard, pointing to the ceiling, had a drop of wetness at the tip and blonde curls at the base. Maggie bit her lip. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but she liked it. It also worried her as it was much larger than his fingers.

Tywin kept his shirt on, which disappointed Maggie, but adrenaline soon coursed through her as he joined her on the bed. He kissed her mouth softly and passionately as his hand trailed down her bare stomach, lower and lower. He finally rubbed her aching clit ever so softly, and she moaned into his mouth. Tywin greedily swallowed her sounds and moved himself on top of her.

Maggie motioned that she wanted Tywin’s shirt off. He looked disapproving for a moment, and she worried that she had angered him. He did as she wanted, though, and took it off. Their bodies were now pressed together totally, skin to skin.

Tywin lined his cock up with Maggie’s entrance. They both looked down at the beautiful sight as he slowly pushed himself inside. Maggie cried out in pain, and he stilled halfway in. “You can take it, my sweet girl,” his words encouraged her, and she relaxed into the stinging feeling slightly.

Regardless, a tear began to form in Maggie’s lower lash line, and Tywin reached up and wiped it away. Another one fell, and he did the same, comforting her whilst still painfully stretching her. After wiping her tear, he reached down and rubbed her clit; the pleasure overtaking the pain.

He then sheathed himself entirely inside her. They both moaned in pleasure. “Gods, your tight little cunt is the most perfect thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered in her ear. She felt fluttering in her stomach.

Tywin was still gentle but began fucking her at a faster pace. His cock felt so good inside her, and with him rubbing her sensitive nub, she knew she wouldn’t last long. “Is my pretty girl going to come on my cock?” He said, looking into her eyes.

“Yes…. my lord,” she managed between moans. And she did, hard. Harder than she had ever come before. Lights flashed behind her tightly squeezed eyes, and she felt her cunt pulsate with pleasure around his cock.

Tywin grunted and pulled out of her slowly. The loss brought her back to reality and she opened her eyes looking down. White ropes came out of the tip of his cock, and Maggie watched fascinated. The warm liquid coated her stomach and breasts.

Tywin moved to lay next to her again. He leaned over and kissed her softly, trying to catch his breath. Maggie stared up at the ceiling in awe of what had just happened. She had lost her maidenhood… to Lord Tywin Lannister.

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Maggie woke up smiling. She felt pathetic that Lord Tywin had made her feel that way, like a lovesick child, but she couldn’t help it. That night after he took her innocence, he had asked her to stay with him.

He held her for a long time. He cleaned her off lovingly in the bath and helped her get dressed again. He had been so cruel, denying her pleasure and spanking her raw, but then showed such care and compassion afterwards. It made her head spin.

She decided not to stay, heading back to the serving quarters. She didn’t want to risk getting in trouble, or more trouble than she was already in. Luckily she managed to sneak in under the cover of night and pretended nothing had happened.

That night she did worry perhaps he had just used her for her body. She tried not to think about it too much, but it was hard. His words circled her brain mercilessly. ‘My sweet girl, naughty slut, your tight cunt’, heat rushed to between her legs at the thought. She struggled to even finish her duties in his room, looking at the bed where he had just fucked her senseless the night before.

His voice once again carried from the door, but this time she was not startled. She turned and smiled. Tywin too smiled, softer than his usual gaze toward her.

He walked over and gently kissed her forehead. Her smile widened if that were even possible. The kiss and the tender way his hand rested on the small of her back quelled her worries of the previous night that he had just used her. He must have some affection for her at least.

“I’m going away for a few days,” his voice broke her out of her trance.

She looked up at him. “Oh, where are you going?”, she said softly, trying to hide her disappointment.

“Hand of the King duties. But I’ll see you in three nights, Maggie. Come and wait in my room,” he said, looking down at her intensely.

She bit her lip and tried not to say what was in her head. She would miss him.

Those three days were torture. She wondered if he missed her too. Gods, she really was pathetic, but he was in her head.

To get her mind off him, she tried to overhear any more information she could about what was happening politically. She assumed he would ask her again if she had heard anything new upon his return.

Nothing had really changed; the other servants spoke of the same old things. The common folk weren’t happy with the rulership. Joffrey’s parentage was being debated, rumours about the Targaryen girl across the sea. All things she had already informed Tywin of. She hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed in her lack of knowledge.

But there was one conversation that did interest her. The other serving girls were talking before bed one night as they often did.

They began discussing Lord Tywin and why he had never taken another wife. They all shared stories about other Lords and noble-born people abusing them, either just verbally or even taking them without their consent. But no one had a story like that about Lord Tywin.

Maggie secretly took a deep breath. He was a good man in that sense, but she also knew how powerful and cunning he could be. She was sure he would do anything for his family and their power. Unfortunately, King Joffrey was his grandson at the end of the day.

Three nights had finally passed, and just after sunset, Maggie began making her way towards Tywin’s chambers as he had requested. When she arrived, his room was dark and cold. He wasn’t here yet.

She was upset but soon began to think of how she could use this to her advantage. Maggie smiled deviously to herself and got down on her knees. She hid herself under Tywin’s large wooden desk in the corner of his room.

Thankfully, she didn’t have to wait long. The sound of Tywin’s bedroom doors opening filled the silence of the room. She heard his footsteps; he walked to the fireplace and lit it. She hoped it hadn’t become light enough for him to see her just yet.

She suddenly felt a pit begin to form as she watched the bottom half of him start to walk closer to his desk. Maybe she should just come out and surprise him now. Maybe he would think she was mad.

Her mind was made up for her as he pulled the chair out and sat, not yet discovering her hiding place. She couldn’t back out now.

She could hear him begin to write something. The sound of the ink on parchment was the only way she could tell. She could only make out the dark image of his legs; he was so close to her yet had no idea she was there.

Maggie decided she had to act now. She reached up and touched his thigh. Tywin froze in his seat but didn’t jump or make any sound in fright. He moved his chair out slightly and glared down at her. She looked up at him, smiling.

“I knew you were here somewhere,” he said in that deep voice she had missed so much.

“How?” She replied from her spot on the floor, tilting her head curiously.

“I just knew. Now tell me, what exactly are you doing under there?” He said with some amusement.

“I wanted to show you how much I missed you,” she replied, moving her hands up towards the laces of his breeches.

He grabbed her hand firmly. “Is that so?” She nodded.

“Please, my Lord. Can I suck your cock?” She said, looking up at him through her lashes, pleadingly.

Tywin didn’t respond, but he let go of her wrist. He moved his chair back in under the desk and continued writing.

Maggie took her opportunity and began undoing the laces of his breeches. She was finally able to take his cock into her hands, and he moaned ever so slightly as she did.

The skin of his cock was soft and velvety, and it was already half hard as she ran her tongue along the underside of it slowly. She then swirled her tongue around the tip, as his cock and entire body stiffened further.

“You’re more of a slut than I thought”, his voice came from above her, slightly muffled through the desk between them.

She smiled, “One of the other serving girls told me this was how you make a man happy,” she said, stroking his cock with her hand.

She heard him chuckle lowly. She moved her mouth back towards him and took it as far in as she could without gagging. She found that it elicited a moan from him, which sent heat straight to her core.

One of Tywin’s hands came down and gathered up some of her hair, pushing her head gently further towards him. When she gagged, he spoke, “Good girl.”

That only spurred her on, and she attempted to take his cock deeper and deeper into her throat each time.

Suddenly, Maggie’s blood ran cold. Tywin’s door opened, the creak of it filling the otherwise quiet room. “Father,” seven hells, it was Cersei.

Tywin’s cock softened slightly, still inside Maggie’s mouth. She let it slip out, as quietly as she could. Tywin’s hands tried to cover himself up as much as possible.

“Get out, it’s not a good time,” he said without even turning to look at her.

“It’s never a good time for you,” she said sourly, walking further into his room.

Maggie curled up into herself, trying to hide as much as possible under the desk.

“Father, I have concerns,” she said softly, sitting on one of the other chairs in his room.

“Yes, when do you not have concerns?” He said coldly.

“That horrible monster is meddling in things he shouldn’t be.”

“You mean Joffrey?” Tywin asked, seriously.

Maggie covered her mouth trying to stifle a laugh. “No! I’m talking about the imp!” Cersei replied angrily.

“He’s your brother, and can we please have this conversation in the morning?” Tywin replied, his patience obviously wearing thin.

“I won’t have you pushing me aside, trying to marry me off. I am the queen,” she said, standing from her seat. She reminded Maggie of a spoiled child throwing a tantrum.

“You were the queen,” he replied coldly, emphasising the word were.

Maggie was becoming impatient, reaching up and grabbing Tywin’s leg near his thigh. Tywin moved her hand as inconspicuously as possible. “Get out, Cersei, now. I won’t tell you again,” he said sternly.

“I hate you. I hate all of you,” she said, stomping off and slamming his door.

Tywin pushed his chair back again, looking down at her. “Were you trying to get us caught, naughty girl?”

She shook her head, “no my Lord.”

“You’ll be punished for that. Get out of there,” he said. She did and stood in front of him, still sitting at the chair. He looked up at her and over her body. “Turn around,” he said coldly.

She did, and he guided her down onto his desk, stomach down, her face pressed against the hard, cold wood of his table.

Tywin’s hands glided up her legs, lifting her dress. She again wore no undergarments for him. He groaned once he pooled her dress above her waist. She felt scrutinised under his gaze, even though she couldn’t see what he was seeing.

The cool air on her bottom didn’t bother her for long, after his open hand came down and smacked her, hard. She wasn’t as shocked as the first time, as she knew what to expect.

Her pain and pleasure grew as he continued to bring down his hand on her. Wetness was forming between her legs with each strike. “You’re taking it so well. My good girl. Are you ready for my cock?” He asked.

“Yes, my Lord,” she managed to speak with a shaky voice. He smacked her one last time and then soothed the sting lovingly with his hands.

“Turn around,” he spoke, softer. She did, and he guided her dress off, then helped her to sit up on his desk, facing him. She looked down, and his cock was already out, hard and straining. She watched as he lined it up at her entrance, her wetness coated it perfectly.

The desk was the perfect height for him to fuck her. After a moment of rubbing his cock in her slickness, he pushed in. Maggie moaned involuntarily. He filled her so perfectly.

“Did I…. suck your cock…. good, my lord?” she asked, struggling to get her words out between his thrusts.

“Yes, my sweet girl, but nothing can beat the feeling of your tight cunt around me”, Tywin replied. His words went straight to her core, and she tightened around him further, eliciting a groan from his throat. He fucked himself harder into her on top of the desk.

They both looked down as his cock went in and out of her. Maggie was totally bare to him, but she didn’t have a second to feel self-conscious. She saw his eyes roam over her body, her breasts. He couldn’t get enough of her, and she could tell he was getting closer to his release.

Tywin’s hand found its way between them and began circling her clit. She threw her head back, supporting herself to stay sitting up on the desk while he brought her closer to release.

After a few more strokes of his finger and cock, the world shattered around her, and he soon pulled out, showering her stomach in white-hot liquid.

Maggie laid back on the desk, catching her breath, and Tywin stood back, seemingly admiring her. He helped her clean up, and they made their way to the bed, finally where he held her close.

“I should go,” Maggie said awkwardly, not having spoken for a long while.

“Stay with me,” he said in that deep, velvety voice, kissing her gently.

“I can’t-“ she began.

“You won’t get in trouble. In case you haven’t noticed, I have a great deal of power around here. The only person you’ll be getting in trouble with is me,” he said. She didn’t need any more convincing than that.

And for the first, but hopefully not last time, she fell asleep in his arms. As she drifted off she whispered before her brain could filter it “I missed you”.

“I missed you too, Maggie” he replied back softly.

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Maggie woke the next morning, still nestled comfortably in Tywin’s arms. She looked up; he was already awake and looking down at her. Studying her like usual.

“Good morning, my lord,” she said softly, rubbing her eyes.

“You stayed with me,” he said.

“I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do,” she said back, a little worried once the gravity of the situation came back to her.

“I told you I’d take care of it, didn’t I?” He said, kissing her on the forehead.

She nodded and cuddled herself into him again.

And take care of it he did. The other serving girls never mentioned her absence, nor did anyone in charge. Once she returned to her usual quarters and duties, everyone seemed to look the other way. It wasn’t as if it was anything different; she was used to going unnoticed by the majority of people.

Maggie continued her duties for the next few weeks as normal; she occasionally saw Tywin, but hadn’t stayed overnight again. He didn’t ask her either which made her feel an aching in her chest, but she had to be realistic.

What did she actually expect to happen between her and Tywin? It wasn’t like he could wed her; she was a low-born serving girl, and he also happened to be older than her father.

She was in his room as usual, changing linens, when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle.

“I missed you, sweet girl,” he said, whispering in her ear. Chills ran down her spine, and she spun around in his arms.

“I missed you too,” she said back softly. She cherished the feeling of his arms enveloping her; she felt safe. Safer with him than anyone else. Fuck.

“I’ve been taking into account what you told me,” he said, now stepping back and looking down at her.

“Which part?” she asked back softly.

“Listening more to Tyrion,” he said.

She was shocked; Lord Tywin Lannister was taking political advice from her, and admitting it.

Her mind was swirling, and before she could filter it, she spoke.

“Do you truly believe Joffrey is a worthy king?” As soon as the words left her mouth, it went dry. She could be killed for saying it, but she also could have been killed twenty conversations ago with the things she had told him.

“Of course not, he’s an imbecile”, Tywin replied without hesitation.

Maggie was shocked he had confessed that to her aloud, even though she knew his feelings on Joffrey deep down.

“He will cause trouble, you know. Joffrey on the Iron Throne won’t end well,” Maggie said now sitting on his bed.

“I know,” Tywin admitted, watching her intently.

“You need a backup plan”, she said again.

“I do, perhaps you can help me with it”, he said, smiling and reaching out a hand to cup her chin.

“Can I ask what happened with Cersei after the night she walked into your room?” Maggie asked.

Tywin sighed; the situation clearly took a toll on him. “She feels power slipping away, and she will take down anyone or anything to prevent that. I can’t blame her; she is my daughter after all”.

Maggie took in his words. She was his daughter, and she never had a mother, nor did Tyrion, though, and he wasn’t an insufferable cunt like her.

There was a silence in the room for a while as Tywin walked over and poured them both a cup of wine. When she took a sip, she was transported to the first night she had spoken with him in depth, in this very room. She felt nostalgic as she glanced up at him taking a long drink, downing the red liquid.

Tywin took a sip too before clearing his throat and speaking. “Come back and stay with me tonight. I have a surprise for you,” he spoke in that deep voice that didn’t allow her to say no.

She nodded and smiled, “Yes, my Lord”.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she made her way back to his room that night. She had been in his room dozens of times by now, but she still felt the same excitement and thrill.

Sometimes he punished her, which she loved. But others he made love to her tenderly, kissing her gently and touching her like… like maybe he had feelings for her. She did have feelings for him, but she pushed them down, as far down as they could go.

If he wanted her to stay with him again tonight, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hide the way he made her feel.

When Maggie walked in, his room was warm. The fireplace crackled as usual, offering a warm and comforting orange hue.

Tywin was sat at his desk. He stood and looked her over deviously, making her bite her lip and shift on her feet nervously. Her eyes were drawn over to his bed. On it were two pieces of fabric. They were red and silky, laid out neatly… waiting.

“You’re here, finally”, he said lowly.

“Sorry, my Lord. I never want to keep you waiting,” she smiled.

“You remember the word you need to say for me to stop?” he questioned, cutting straight to the seriousness of it.

“Yes, my Lord, red”, she said softly. He hummed in approval and gestured for her to walk over to the bed.

“Take it off,” he said sternly. She assumed he meant her dress, so she did exactly as he asked. When it pooled to her feet, she looked up at him, waiting obediently for his next command. He had her so well trained, and she soon thought that probably wasn’t a good thing either.

“Lay down,” he said again. She did, completely bare. She repositioned herself down on the top of the linens of his bed.

Maggie’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she watched Tywin walk to the side of the bed and pick up one of the pieces of fabric. He began to tighten it around one of her wrists, then fastened it to the corner of his bed.

Maggie pulled slightly against her new restraint, looking at her wrist and realising she was truly bound and unable to move. “What—” Maggie began, but Tywin put his finger over her mouth.

“You’re going to be a good little girl, aren’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, my lord,” Maggie said without hesitation.

Tywin continued; he walked to the other side of the bed and tied her remaining wrist to the opposite side of it. Again, she tested her ability to move and realised she was stuck. She was completely naked and tied to Lord Tywin’s bed; she had never been so vulnerable in her entire life.

Tywin looked down at her from his standing position next to the bed, admiring his handywork. “What are you going to do to me, my lord?” She asked through a shaky voice. He only smiled, which did nothing to comfort her.

After a long moment of looking at her, Tywin reached down and cupped her chin, again, almost lovingly. Then his hand began to caress down her body, her chest, her stomach, and lower.

When his fingers brushed over her sensitive nub, she almost thrashed against the restraints, which seemed to please Tywin. His hands made their way back up her body and caressed her breasts, then outlined the curves of her waist and hips.

After what felt like an eternity under his soft touch and gaze, Tywin positioned himself on the bed, his face between her legs. The heat between them was now unbearable, and she truly hoped he wasn’t in the mood for teasing her. He leaned down and kissed her clit; she involuntarily moaned immediately.

Tywin lifted his head, smiling up at her, and she jerked her body up, wanting more. “Greedy girl,” he said, leaning back down and flicking his tongue over her sensitive nub. Maggie relaxed into the feeling of his tongue over her.

He brought her close to the edge… then stopped. She looked down in disbelief, even though he had done this before. He was grinning up at her.

“Please,” she whimpered pathetically, pulling her arms against the restraints again.

“Please what?” Tywin asked.

“Please don’t stop,” she continued.

“What do you want?” He said before kissing her ever so slightly where his tongue just was.

“Please make me cum, my lord.” Tywin smiled again.

“You fucking slut.” Thankfully, he did resume flicking his tongue over her and brought her close again. Only to stop once more.

Maggie groaned in frustration and pleasure. “Do you deserve it?” He asked, almost looking at her sympathetically now knowing she was suffering.

She nodded. Tywin raised his eyebrows. “Yes, my Lord,” she spoke aloud in a broken voice. He studied her closely, and Maggie could feel a tear forming in her lower lash line.

He reached up and wiped it before it could fall. “Oh, my sweet girl. You want your release that badly?”

Maggie managed to reply. “Yes, my Lord”.

He must have finally taken pity on her as he brought her back to the edge and, much to her delight, did not stop. Maggie had never felt anything like it; to finally get her release was the most intense feeling she had ever felt.

Her eyes clamped shut as her body writhed, her arms pulling on the restraints hard. When she opened them, Tywin was standing at the side of the bed, looking down at her, seemingly pleased with his work.

Tywin was soon undressed, and Maggie’s eyes gazed over his toned body in the low light. Tywin moved to the side of the bed, his hardened cock near her face. He guided it into her waiting mouth, and she stroked her tongue around the tip.

Tywin groaned deeply and moved in closer, his cock touching the back of her throat. Tears again formed in Maggie’s eyes as she tried to take him as deep as she could. “Good girl,” Tywin praised from above her as he looked down at his cock disappearing into her mouth.

Maggie could feel herself growing aroused again. She wanted to touch herself, or for Tywin to touch her, but being tied up didn’t give her many options.

After a few more moments, she resorted to begging again. “Please, my Lord,” she managed to half-moan around his cock.

“What do you want?” He asked, letting his cock slip out of her mouth fully.

“I want you to fuck me, my Lord,” she said.

“My pretty little girl wants my cock?” He asked, with eyebrows raised.

“Yes, please, please, my Lord,” she said. If she hadn’t been so desperate, she would have cringed at how pathetic she sounded.

Tywin relented and made his way again between her legs. Her arms were still stretched out and tied to the bed. He lined his cock up with her slickness and pushed in.

It had been quite a few times now, so the pain had mostly subsided, especially when he prepared her with his mouth. Immediately, Maggie began moaning without shame.

The feeling of his hard cock deep inside her was like nothing she had ever felt. Tywin looked down from his half-seated position between her legs and watched himself disappear inside her. It really was a beautiful sight.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of your tight little cunt, my good girl,” Tywin said, reaching up and cupping her face lovingly.

“Please don’t,” she said through a moan.

“I want you to stay with me,” he said.

She nodded enthusiastically.

“Always,” he said again, pausing his thrusts momentarily.

Her brows knitted together, confused. Forever? What did he mean? She couldn’t ponder long as Tywin soon began fucking himself into her once more, and all thoughts left her head.

“You’re going to make my spill” he said softly.

“Don’t pull out, fill me up, please my lord” Maggie begged.

Tywin looked down sternly at her, pausing his movements again. “You know that’s how men put a babe inside a woman?” He asked.

Maggie nodded. “I don’t even know if I’m still capable of that”, he said, his eyes flicking down to where their bodies met.

“Well we’ll find out won’t we”, Maggie said smiling. “Cheeky slut” he said sheathing himself entirely into her again, punishingly.

“Gods I shouldn’t spill inside you but fuck….” Tywin said, struggling internally with the predicament.

Maggie moaned feeling his cock straining harder than ever before, deep inside her. Tywin reached over, quickly and skillfully unting the fabric keeping her bound.

Her wrists hurt as she flexed them but didnt focus on that for long. Tywin laid down on top of her fully now and she wrapped her arms around his back. It wasn’t long after that he groaned and she felt his hot seed fill her completely from the inside. She relished in the feeling as he held her close and kissed her forehead before laying down next to her.

Maggie and Tywin laid side by side, breathing heavily. “Did you mean what you said, you want me to stay with you forever?” she asked, her voice soft and unsure.

Tywin nodded, grasping her chin softly and guiding her face to look towards his. “I’m not letting you get away from me, Maggie”, he said. Her heart race increased and she felt fluttering in stomach once more.