The penitence of the wolf - A naughty trout, A naughty she-wolf (Patreon)

Jaime Lannister, Tourney ground, King’s Landing

Jaime knew he was a good swordsman, he had learned from the best, he had been the squire of Ser Arthur Dayne, the sword of the morning, he had always been a prodigy of the sword, to the point that none of the knights of the west were really a challenge

However, the dragon king was a completely different story

Fast as a hawk and punches as strong as a lion, every clash of swords sent flashes of pain through his arms, Jaime tried every technique in his arsenal, every trick

And it was all useless, the king dodged each attack with precision, at the right time, responding with quick and accurate attacks, each blow was designed to cause as much pain as possible, without damaging Jaime's body permanently

And if it was considered that the king was not wearing armor, the humiliation was even greater

The knights who were going to participate in the tournament murmured about it, while laughing under their breath

“Foolish young man, challenge the dragon king in his own seat of power”

“We can see that gold doesn't give you brains”

“The stupid lion”

Jaime, like any young nobleman, was proud and temperamental, and hearing how people whom he considered inferior looked at him with mockery and contempt, made him lose his temper and attack the king more fiercely

And consequently, he made more mistakes, which Aerys did not forgive

The king blocked the first two blows and dodged the third, causing Jaime to be completely defenseless, at which point the king took advantage of it to throw a punch to the young lion's face, sending him straight to the ground

"Submit or stand up, young lion," ordered the king in an icy voice, as he stared at Jaime 

Another chance, Jaime thought, the king was giving him a way out of this situation with some pride

He was exhausted, the king had beaten him mercilessly, his body was sore, his legs were shaking, and his hands could barely hold his sword

The king had not done permanent damage to Jaime's body, of course he would be in pain for a couple of days and about two weeks with bruises, but nothing serious

Jaime's pride, on the other hand...

He was torn to pieces, he had been humiliated and completely subdued in front of the entire kingdom, Cersei looked at him with concern while his father looked at him with a stoic look, but his eyes reflected fury like never before

And then, wisely, the young lion bent his knees, submitting completely to the dragon king, humiliated and defeated

"I submit, your grace," murmured the young lion, exhausted

The king nodded, lowered his sword and straightened his back, at the same time that the whole stadium began to roar and cheer loudly, seeing with their own eyes the king's skill with the sword

But then, the shouts of joy turned into mockery

Straight to Jaime...

“The stupid lion”

“The kitten that defied the dragon”

“What is noble about him lacks brains”

The words pierced the young man like daggers, echoed within him

However, something unexpected happened

The king intervened

“SILENCE!!”  Aerys roared, like the dragon he was

Instantly, all the people in the tournament fell silent, from the noblest of the Lords to the humblest peasant, they all obeyed the will of the dragon

"By what right do they insult him? A young man with ambition and aspirations, gullible, but full of bravery, courage, and skill, who are you to judge the young lion?” shouted the king, while focusing his icy eyes on everyone present

Then the king pointed his hand at the kneeling young man and continued

"Jaime Lannister, less than two and ten name days, had the balls to stand in this tournament to prove his worth, something that many of you will never have," the king snapped, at the same time that he looked at Jaime and ordered

"So, Jaime, of the noble house Lannister, heir to Casterly Rock, stand up proudly, for even in the shadow of the dragon and in your young age, you possess more courage than all who are present here today, lift up your head and walk into the future, with your head held high, like the golden lion you are."

Emotion like never before roared inside Jaime, treacherous tears threatened to escape his eyes, but he was able to hold them back, at the same time obeying the king, standing up, back straight and head held high

And then, he hears the king murmur

"Come on, the tournament must go on and I'm sure Tywin will give you a beating as soon as we get back to the box," laughed the king with amusement, completely different from the man who had beaten him up a moment ago

Jaime smiled softly, and nodded, following the dragon king out of the stadium

“Let the tournament begin!” shouted the king, at the same time as he left the arena, and all the visitors shouted with excitement at the spectacle that was coming

Walking back, completely alone, with the King's Guard as witnesses, the king asked

"What led you to do something so stupid?" Tactless and to the point, something more worthy of a northerner

Jaime hesitated and replied

"I, I don't consider myself smart enough to rule the Rock, Tyrion, my brother, would be a better option," the young Lannister replied sincerely

The king looked at him in disbelief and replied

"Lord Tyrion: Wasn't he a dwarf? Why would you want to give your poor brother such a burden?” asked the king

At these words, the young man looked at the king with intrigue and replied

“Burden? Ruling is a privilege and Tyrion is smarter than I am."

Aerys shook his head, sighing and answering

"You can't measure intelligence in a particular way, a Lord Paramount must be able to accept his strengths, as well as his limitations, tell me would Lord Tyrion be a good military commander? In case it is necessary for the Lord of Casterly Rock to put down any rebellion or external attack," the king asked slyly

And Jaime knew the answer, Tyrion didn't have a commander's bone, his usefulness was limited in administrative tasks

Seeing that young Lannister was silent, the king continued to

"I'll give you some advice you didn't ask for, it's evident that you care about your brother and want to protect him, in your mind, the best way to do that is to get out of the way so that your father has no choice but to name Tyrion as heir, but we both know that Tywin is more stubborn than a fucking mule and that will never happen."

At the king's words, Jaime couldn't help but snort with amusement

“However, what you can do is stay in Casterly Rock, accept that, you are good at many things and a complete fool in many others, take me for example, I am good at the sword and I can throw a spear with enough aim, but with an axe and a bow I am completely useless, accept your limitations and surround yourself with people to cover those weaknesses is what will make you great as a future Lord,  if you are not good at administrative tasks, surround yourself with people who are, in this case, your brother Tyrion”

Jaime listened to the words with great attention, finding wisdom and reality in them, at the same time as they reached the box, where Lord Tywin and his sister Cersei were waiting for him

When he saw the king, his father bowed his head and spoke

"I apologize in advance for the deplorable attitude of my heir, your grace."

The king shrugged his shoulders and replied casually

"Don't worry, Tywin, we were young too, did you forget that drunken spree in Storm's End with Steffon? About that wench you want to take to Casterly Rock?"  

To Jaime and Cersei's disbelief, Tywin Lannister, the old lion, as cold as the fucking Wall, let out a tiny, almost imperceptible smile

"It's different, but I understand the message, just as House Lannister appreciates your actions and your words after the duel, I won't forget it, ever," the old Lord swore with true gratitude in his voice

Aerys nodded, placed his hand on his father's shoulder, and spoke

"Don't be so hard on him, but perhaps a moon cleaning the stables will help him reflect" and without waiting for an answer, the king continued to his seat, where the queen was waiting for him anxiously

An instant later, the old lion looked at his son and spoke

"Perhaps the king was too benevolent, perhaps two moons cleaning stables with the rest of the squires is more suitable, or perhaps I sent you with Tyrion to the sewers of Casterly Rock, as his future Lord, you must be familiar with the fortress, I might as well send you to Lannisport to remove the barnacles from the ships of the fleet, decisions, decisions” murmured the old lion, to Jaime's terror

However, he remembered the king's words and spoke

"I will take the punishment with dignity, father."

The old lion looked at his son impassive for a few moments, until he simply nodded and answers

"We'll talk later, come, we must know who will be the new King's Guard, enjoy the tournament, it will be the last in a long time"

Jaime sighed, nodded, and followed his father

Catelyn Tully, Tourney Ground

"That was impressive, I didn't know the king was so skilled with the sword," Lysa murmured excitedly, looking towards the royal box, where King Aerys had taken his seat again

The tournament had officially started, however, the organization was different from the usual, instead of making a tumult with more accidents than skill, the king had organized something called qualifiers

In short, short fights to eliminate mediocre knights, giving free passage to the real contenders, three-minute fights, where the knight who lost his sword or fell to the ground was eliminated

A stylish way to get rid of mediocre ones

Catelyn clapped loudly as she watched her beloved uncle defeat an unknown Frey with two moves and move on to the next round

“Do you think Ser Brynden will win?” asked Petyr, who was watching the tournament with interest, being in a good mood

For some reason, ever since his father informed him that her engagement to Brandon Stark had been canceled, his friend couldn't stop smiling, something that, frankly, seemed quite strange to him

"Probably," replied Lysa, anxious to please young Petyr, who was completely ignorant of her 

Catelyn looked at her father, who was watching everything with a frown, annoyance evident on his face

"Cat, have you chosen the dress for your walk with Lord Eddard yet?" Lysa asked with a peculiar tone of voice

Petyr looked at Catelyn in alarm at these words, at the same time as Catelyn responded

“Yes, it's an elegant gray dress, father says that it is important that the engagement is finalized, so everything must be perfect”

“Engagement? what are you talking about? I thought you wouldn't marry Brandon Stark anymore," Baelish asked with anguish

Catelyn looked at him curiously and replied

"My father offered my hand to Lord Eddard, to maintain the alliance with the North, Lord Rickard accepted, if all goes well, Eddard Stark will marry me in a couple of years"

At that moment, cheers began to be heard throughout the stadium, something interesting had happened

Watching Catelyn began to clap her hands as she saw that her uncle had won and qualified for the second phase

Unaware of the perverse and crazed gleam in his friend Petyr's eyes

Lyanna Stark, that night, the Red Keep

The tournament had been much more interesting than she expected, the first day was to eliminate the useless rubbish, leaving the real competition for the next day

According to the king's orders, they would be individual duels on horseback, a knight of the King's guard had to know how to fight both mounted and on foot

Something that made sense in the young lady's opinion

On her way to the banquet organized by the king, Lyanna had gotten lost in the corridors of the fortress, being stubborn and not wanting to go with her brothers

During this journey and being on the verge of despair, the young wolf heard something

Crying...

Paying attention, she discovered that it came from some kind of shed, and fearing the worst, the young Lady Stark investigated the origin of the noise

Where, to his surprise, he found a familiar face

Lysa Tully, who was crying uncontrollably

"Lady Tully, are you all right?" she asks with real concern

When she was discovered, the young woman quickly hid her face, while quickly wiping away her tears

"Lady Stark, an apology, I,I..." however, Lyanna intervened

"It doesn't matter, what's going on?" Are you okay?" asked the young northerner

Lysa just nodded and said

“It's just that... I confessed how I felt for Petyr, that I have loved him since I was a child and I begged him to talk to my father to be his wife and he... “young Lysa couldn't continue, she just cried again, but Lyanna didn't need to listen, but knowing the rest perfectly

The young man had said something cruel or something stupid, probably both, and hurt the young woman's feelings

"Lysa please, if you mean the little tadpole that follows your sister like a puppy you are not missing anything, I can introduce you to several more important heirs who would be delighted to have as a wife your lady as beautiful as you"

Lysa seemed a little more encouraged by Lyanna's words and was ready to respond, however

Voices began to be heard outside the small room

"My father will give the news of our engagement tomorrow, Elia, and he wishes the wedding to be as soon as possible," spoke Prince Rhaegar's voice

"That's what my mother said," replied Princess Elia's broken voice, who seemed to be panting for some reason

"I want you, now, my little snake," the prince bellowed, at the same time that both Lyanna and Lysa blushed at the hearing the princess's moans

"My dragon, you just fucked me the minutes ago, and we're in the hallway, anyone could see us," replied the princess, who seemed excited rather than fearful at the notion of anyone seeing them

"Arthur will drive anyone away, now moan for me," ordered the prince

A moment of silence later and a loud moan invaded the ears of both ladies

"By the God, Rhaegar, what did you do to me? You've turned me into a whore addicted to your cock" the princess moaned, while the prince fucked her

Lysa and Lyanna looked at each other, both blushing and quite excited at the spectacle they were witnessing

And unable to control herself, Lyanna approached the door

“What are you doing?” Lysa asked horrified

Lyanna looked at her and spoke

"I want to see, don't you?"  and without waiting for an answer, the young wolf opened the door gently, looking delicately outside

And what she saw, would mark them both for life

The prince, so handsome and gallant, dressed in an elegant and beautiful black suit with a red cape, with his trousers down to the knee, was holding Princess Elia, who was leaning against the cold wall of the fortress, being held simply by the strength of the prince, with her legs wide open, giving Lyanna and Lysa,  the shocking and delicious image of her cunt, completely devoid of hair, cunt that was being fucked, conquered and tamed by the long and thick cock of the prince, who looked more like a dragon than a person, piercing the princess's entrails with vigor and passion

Both ladies were so overwhelmed that they did not realize that, although the prince had his back turned and was unable to see them

Princess Elia had her gaze directly at them, and she was looking them to the eyes

Lyanna and Lysa were instantly paralyzed with terror, thinking that they were lost, the princess would talk to the prince and they would be exiled and sent to farmers as punishment

However, the princess just smiled, licked her lips suggestively, grabbed the prince tightly by the neck, at the same time coiling her beautiful caramel legs around his waist, and groaned

“Fuck me harder my dragon, mark my cunt, fill me with your seed and let's start creating princes and princesses of the kingdom”

The prince bellowed and roared, grabbed the princess's hips possessively and began to fuck her wildly, like the dragon he was

The princess's only answer? Winking at both ladies as she articulated with her mouth

“Enjoy”

For the next ten minutes, Lysa and Lyanna were caught up in the magnificent, erotic spectacle, their own cunts burning with desire, their nipples as hard as rocks, watching as the dragon took possession of what was his, declaring his love for the princess, the future queen

And both of them couldn't help but wander their minds, wishing they were both in the place of the princess, being possessed by the prince with such passion and devotion

Faster than they both would have wished, the prince spilled his seed into the princess's swollen cunt, and they settled in as best they could, Elia sent a wink to both of them, before leaving the hallway, which, in just an instant, fell completely silent

“We must... we must go" Lysa murmured, her legs trembling

Lyanna simply nodded and they both left with the intention of reaching the throne room for the feast.

Both with the erotic image of the prince fucking his princess, and both wishing to be in Elia Martell's place

At the time, none of them suspected that their perverse wishes would come true

After all, the dragon will always get what it wants, sooner or later

And how could the dragon prince resist a submissive, complacent Andal maiden and an untamed, wild northern beauty?

Simple, he wouldn't