Games People Play, Cersei/Jaime/Sansa, MpinkimartiniJune 12 2013, 22:32:25 UTC
Jaime had traveled a long way, he wanted to speak with Cersei and get the Stark girl to Brienne. There was no way around the fact he would have to steal the girl away in the night but he didn't want anyone to think he was involved. The plan was for Sansa to go with Brienne under the cover of night. They would travel by boat since everyone would be looking for her on the King's Road. He longed for the day to see Cersei, there had been dreams of her and other times when it felt like she was at his side. Cersei.
He entered the chamber as silent as he could be, his arm bandaged where his sword hand had once been. His head bowed when he walked in, he whispered her name. He looked up when he heard the gasp before him. Jaime looked up to see a young girl with red hair and large blue eyes staring up at him. She wore a thin nightrail, straps hanging off her shoulder and her hair mussed. Jaime wasn't stupid, he put it all together to understand that Sansa had been Cersei's toy. "And what game does my dear sister have you playing." The girl grinned then looked back over her shoulder to the bed. His sister was reclining on the plush covers in her own gown. Her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, both wore their hair the same. Of course, Sansa was heavily influenced by Cersei, she only wanted to please even if she was terrified. "Come, little dove," called Cersei, "Jaime." The way she said his name did something to his heart and felt like there was a grip around the growing hardness in his breeches. Looking down, he saw the girl with her hand around his length. He had never been with anyone other than Cersei, it was all wrong. Jaime reached with his sword hand then pulled back when he saw the girl's eyes widen. Fool, he thought then hid it behind him. "No, don't...it doesn't bother me," her voice small, almost a whisper but enough for Cersei to hear. "Sansa, what did I say about talking?" "It's not her fault that I'm crippled, my dear sister." He gave her a half smile that seemed to settle her, Jaime saw the scars on her back. Damaged, he knew that Cat would not like this. He promised to return her daughter to the North but he did not guarantee that she was unharmed.
Jaime sat in the bath with Sansa washing his back, he noticed the leather collar around her neck. This was one of Cersei's games, she liked to take a highborn girl and treat her like a slave. With his good hand, he caught the girl's wrist and pulled her around to face him, "Do you sleep here in this chamber?" "No, Ser Jaime," her voice was once again small. He stared into her blue eyes and leaned close, his lips nearly touching her own. She was skilled, Cersei had trained her well enough with the way she straddled him now. The tiny rock of her hips brought his manhood to life, he was just at her entrance but watching her face told him not to push even if it felt good to him. The collar around her neck had a lion charm hanging from the clasp, some cruel joke no doubt. "Good, someone will come to you when everyone is sleeping...you must go with her. I made a promise that I intend to keep." Sansa watched him closely, he knew he sounded crazed and likely he was after all the things he had been through. She nodded slowly, Jaime caught her hips when he felt her body moving closer, he shut his eyes at the tightness. "I will go with her but I will always be imprisoned here...I will always belong to her." He was buried inside her now, he could see she was pained by the way she bit her lip. They sat that way in the bath for a moment before she started to ride his length. The room was filled with their pants and moans, he had traveled so long but never expected to end up here like this. She arched her back and leaned away from him while she rode him. He placed a kiss just beneath her breast, she was coming apart in his hands. Jaime placed his hand at the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss only to have it interrupted,
Re: Games People Play, Cersei/Jaime/Sansa, MpinkimartiniJune 12 2013, 22:32:46 UTC
"I said to bathe him, not seduce him, Sansa...that is all for now. You may return to your chamber." Jaime felt his seed release inside her before she pushed off him. She rinsed the soap from her hands and started to stand, he caught her wrist once more, "tonight," his eyes said to her. She was shaky on her feet getting dressed and endured Cersei's attack until she was out the door. He looked up at his sister, "I've decided that maybe the Northerner's should be declaring war for Sansa Stark...I'd give my left hand for her." He felt the sting of a slap before reaching out and kissing Cersei hard on the lips. He may be a cripple but he was still a man.
He entered the chamber as silent as he could be, his arm bandaged where his sword hand had once been. His head bowed when he walked in, he whispered her name. He looked up when he heard the gasp before him. Jaime looked up to see a young girl with red hair and large blue eyes staring up at him. She wore a thin nightrail, straps hanging off her shoulder and her hair mussed. Jaime wasn't stupid, he put it all together to understand that Sansa had been Cersei's toy.
"And what game does my dear sister have you playing." The girl grinned then looked back over her shoulder to the bed. His sister was reclining on the plush covers in her own gown. Her blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, both wore their hair the same. Of course, Sansa was heavily influenced by Cersei, she only wanted to please even if she was terrified.
"Come, little dove," called Cersei, "Jaime." The way she said his name did something to his heart and felt like there was a grip around the growing hardness in his breeches. Looking down, he saw the girl with her hand around his length. He had never been with anyone other than Cersei, it was all wrong. Jaime reached with his sword hand then pulled back when he saw the girl's eyes widen. Fool, he thought then hid it behind him.
"No, don't...it doesn't bother me," her voice small, almost a whisper but enough for Cersei to hear.
"Sansa, what did I say about talking?"
"It's not her fault that I'm crippled, my dear sister." He gave her a half smile that seemed to settle her, Jaime saw the scars on her back. Damaged, he knew that Cat would not like this. He promised to return her daughter to the North but he did not guarantee that she was unharmed.
Jaime sat in the bath with Sansa washing his back, he noticed the leather collar around her neck. This was one of Cersei's games, she liked to take a highborn girl and treat her like a slave. With his good hand, he caught the girl's wrist and pulled her around to face him,
"Do you sleep here in this chamber?"
"No, Ser Jaime," her voice was once again small. He stared into her blue eyes and leaned close, his lips nearly touching her own. She was skilled, Cersei had trained her well enough with the way she straddled him now. The tiny rock of her hips brought his manhood to life, he was just at her entrance but watching her face told him not to push even if it felt good to him. The collar around her neck had a lion charm hanging from the clasp, some cruel joke no doubt.
"Good, someone will come to you when everyone is sleeping...you must go with her. I made a promise that I intend to keep." Sansa watched him closely, he knew he sounded crazed and likely he was after all the things he had been through. She nodded slowly, Jaime caught her hips when he felt her body moving closer, he shut his eyes at the tightness.
"I will go with her but I will always be imprisoned here...I will always belong to her." He was buried inside her now, he could see she was pained by the way she bit her lip. They sat that way in the bath for a moment before she started to ride his length. The room was filled with their pants and moans, he had traveled so long but never expected to end up here like this. She arched her back and leaned away from him while she rode him. He placed a kiss just beneath her breast, she was coming apart in his hands. Jaime placed his hand at the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss only to have it interrupted,
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"I've decided that maybe the Northerner's should be declaring war for Sansa Stark...I'd give my left hand for her." He felt the sting of a slap before reaching out and kissing Cersei hard on the lips. He may be a cripple but he was still a man.
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