Fic: Prisoner
Title: Prisoner
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaime/Edmure
Word Count: 891
Summary: Jaime receives a visit from Edmure in his dungeon cell.
Warning: Non-con
He had been so close. If he'd only had a few more minutes, Jaime would not now be chained hand and foot to the wall. A few minutes more and he would have cut his way out of this castle. It had felt so good to have a sword in his hand again, to feel it slice through Riverrun's guards. Jaime waves his arms, checking how far his chains will allow him to move. Not far. He wonders how much time he will have to spend like this. Likely until his brother thinks of another way to free him or his father wins this war. But how long will that take?
The cell door opens and the sudden light hurts his eyes. It's only been a couple of hours since he was thrown into this dungeon, or so he thinks, and his eyes have already become sensitive to light. He'll end up blind if he has to spend weeks, months, or gods, even years here.
Edmure Tully sets the lamp down on the floor just inside the door. There's what looks to be half the garrison standing guard outside. Jaime laughs. "Don't fear, Tully, I won't strangle you with my chains."
"I'm not afraid of you," Edmure snaps, though his hand goes to the pommel of his sword. Of course that could be out of anger.
"The grown-ups - and your boy king - have gone, and you're in charge. I'm curious, how long do you think it'll take before the lions feast on fish? Longer than you lasted against me? No, I think not. My lord father is more formidable than me. Less time, much less. But how much? Shall we wager on it?"
"Shut up, Kingslayer." Edmure draws his sword. "I could cut out your heart right now."
Jaime is not cowed. Tywin Lannister will pull Riverrun apart stone by stone if his son is killed. And Cersei still holds Edmure's nieces as hostages. "You had your chance, Tully." Their paths had not crossed when Edmure led his host against Jaime's; if it had the man would be a corpse now. Instead Lord Brax had struck Edmure a mace blow that rendered him unconscious the moment before Jaime reached them. "If you want another, unchain me, if you dare. You needn't even give me a sword."
"I should cut your tongue out and send it to your whore of a sister. Lord Stannis says you are the father of her bastards. Is it true, Lannister? Did you fuck your sister? Was she good?"
Jaime pulls violently on his chains, but there's no give. He can't smash Edmure's face in for insulting Cersei. If he cannot use his hands, he will have to use his tongue. "Did you fuck yours, Tully? Is that why Lysa became so strange? What about Catelyn? I imagine she took the news of her husband's death hard. Did you go to her bed and comfort her? Which of them was better?"
Edmure backhands him and then he just stands there glaring down at Jaime with hate on his face. Jaime could pull him down and snap his neck before the guards reach them. But with their lord's body on the floor, they might forget who he is and slay him. Jaime does not fear death, but he will not die by the hand of a common guardsman and not shackled in a dungeon.
"Did I speak the truth? Well, tell me, man to man. Which of your sisters was the better fuck? I would think Catelyn, but perhaps Lysa proved a pleasant surprise."
He expects Edmure to strike him again. What he does not expect is Edmure grabbing his hair and saying, "You like to use your mouth, don't you," and shoving Jaime's face into his groin. Jaime tries to pull away but he can only back into the wall and Edmure moves with him until he's trapped between the wall and Edmure.
"That shut you up," Edmure says. He unlaces his breeches and takes out his cock. He's soft but he strokes himself until he begins to harden. "Suck me."
"Go ask your father to do it, if he's still alive," Jaime retorts.
"Do it, Lannister, or I'll strap you down and let my men fuck your golden arse. You killed good men today and they have friends who would love to make you bleed."
He will be free of these shackles and it will be Edmure on his knees one day. But for now Jaime does what he must. He opens his mouth and he doesn't bite down when Edmure's cock enters. He doesn't really know what to do exactly, but luckily Edmure doesn't expect much of him, thrusting like he’s fucking Jaime’s mouth.
Jaime starts to gag when Edmure's cock goes too deep and hits the back of his throat but Edmure withdraws nearly as quickly. Only to shove it back in even deeper. Jaime does bite down then, but it doesn't have the effect he intended. Edmure spurts his seed down Jaime's throat and Jaime vomits as soon as the cock is out of his mouth.
Edmure smirks as he tucks himself back into his breeches. "Anything more to say, Kingslayer?"
Jaime spits at him.
Edmure Tully laughs as he picks up the lamp and shuts the door, leaving Jaime to the darkness.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jaime/Edmure
Word Count: 891
Summary: Jaime receives a visit from Edmure in his dungeon cell.
Warning: Non-con
He had been so close. If he'd only had a few more minutes, Jaime would not now be chained hand and foot to the wall. A few minutes more and he would have cut his way out of this castle. It had felt so good to have a sword in his hand again, to feel it slice through Riverrun's guards. Jaime waves his arms, checking how far his chains will allow him to move. Not far. He wonders how much time he will have to spend like this. Likely until his brother thinks of another way to free him or his father wins this war. But how long will that take?
The cell door opens and the sudden light hurts his eyes. It's only been a couple of hours since he was thrown into this dungeon, or so he thinks, and his eyes have already become sensitive to light. He'll end up blind if he has to spend weeks, months, or gods, even years here.
Edmure Tully sets the lamp down on the floor just inside the door. There's what looks to be half the garrison standing guard outside. Jaime laughs. "Don't fear, Tully, I won't strangle you with my chains."
"I'm not afraid of you," Edmure snaps, though his hand goes to the pommel of his sword. Of course that could be out of anger.
"The grown-ups - and your boy king - have gone, and you're in charge. I'm curious, how long do you think it'll take before the lions feast on fish? Longer than you lasted against me? No, I think not. My lord father is more formidable than me. Less time, much less. But how much? Shall we wager on it?"
"Shut up, Kingslayer." Edmure draws his sword. "I could cut out your heart right now."
Jaime is not cowed. Tywin Lannister will pull Riverrun apart stone by stone if his son is killed. And Cersei still holds Edmure's nieces as hostages. "You had your chance, Tully." Their paths had not crossed when Edmure led his host against Jaime's; if it had the man would be a corpse now. Instead Lord Brax had struck Edmure a mace blow that rendered him unconscious the moment before Jaime reached them. "If you want another, unchain me, if you dare. You needn't even give me a sword."
"I should cut your tongue out and send it to your whore of a sister. Lord Stannis says you are the father of her bastards. Is it true, Lannister? Did you fuck your sister? Was she good?"
Jaime pulls violently on his chains, but there's no give. He can't smash Edmure's face in for insulting Cersei. If he cannot use his hands, he will have to use his tongue. "Did you fuck yours, Tully? Is that why Lysa became so strange? What about Catelyn? I imagine she took the news of her husband's death hard. Did you go to her bed and comfort her? Which of them was better?"
Edmure backhands him and then he just stands there glaring down at Jaime with hate on his face. Jaime could pull him down and snap his neck before the guards reach them. But with their lord's body on the floor, they might forget who he is and slay him. Jaime does not fear death, but he will not die by the hand of a common guardsman and not shackled in a dungeon.
"Did I speak the truth? Well, tell me, man to man. Which of your sisters was the better fuck? I would think Catelyn, but perhaps Lysa proved a pleasant surprise."
He expects Edmure to strike him again. What he does not expect is Edmure grabbing his hair and saying, "You like to use your mouth, don't you," and shoving Jaime's face into his groin. Jaime tries to pull away but he can only back into the wall and Edmure moves with him until he's trapped between the wall and Edmure.
"That shut you up," Edmure says. He unlaces his breeches and takes out his cock. He's soft but he strokes himself until he begins to harden. "Suck me."
"Go ask your father to do it, if he's still alive," Jaime retorts.
"Do it, Lannister, or I'll strap you down and let my men fuck your golden arse. You killed good men today and they have friends who would love to make you bleed."
He will be free of these shackles and it will be Edmure on his knees one day. But for now Jaime does what he must. He opens his mouth and he doesn't bite down when Edmure's cock enters. He doesn't really know what to do exactly, but luckily Edmure doesn't expect much of him, thrusting like he’s fucking Jaime’s mouth.
Jaime starts to gag when Edmure's cock goes too deep and hits the back of his throat but Edmure withdraws nearly as quickly. Only to shove it back in even deeper. Jaime does bite down then, but it doesn't have the effect he intended. Edmure spurts his seed down Jaime's throat and Jaime vomits as soon as the cock is out of his mouth.
Edmure smirks as he tucks himself back into his breeches. "Anything more to say, Kingslayer?"
Jaime spits at him.
Edmure Tully laughs as he picks up the lamp and shuts the door, leaving Jaime to the darkness.