(warning ⚠️: sexual content.)
Pov: Tyrion
"Aren't you a big boy?" Rose said. As she moved her finger across my cock, just a few months ago, I would have taken it as a joke.
I held my cock and slapped it on her right cheek.
"Hmmm!" She moaned, "More, my lord, this one two!". She gave me her left.
This whore, she had run away from Winterfell after she learned about how Jon Snow, or say Stark, now? He had legitimized both of us, hadn't he?
Used his magic to revive that stark girl.
But when she arrived here, after a month of journey, she found out he was already here and also 'cursed this land as well.'
I didn't slap her cheek but rose to my feet. I was now 6 feet tall, around three fingers taller than Jaime.
I held her by her shoulder and threw her on the bed.
When Jon healed me, he said I have to do regular strengthening training.
So I did it, I'm still doing it at this exact moment!
I positioned myself behind Rose, who raised her ass like bitch.
With a powerful thrust, I seated my whole length inside her.
She let out a muffling sound that turned into a moan as I heat her womb.
At first, I asked my brother to train me, I was too proud of my new height.
Guess what? You can't become a master swordsman by just increasing your height. He had beaten my newly made ass red and black.
Still, I didn't abandon my training, he gives me sword lessons, but only for two hours a day.
Well, I found another way to train my body!
I began pumping inside her with vigor. The bed shook with each thrust!
"Ahhhhhhh! Oh gods, Yes, yes, yesssss!" She screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "Ha—harder, my Lord, harder!"
"Mmmmmm! Oh fuck, you're so big, so deep! I've never felt anything like this!" She cried out, her face buried in the pillow. From the way her legs were shaking, I will take this as truth, not a whore being a whore.
The wet squelching sound of her cunt filled the air, mingling with her desperate cries. I gripped her hips, pulling her closer, pushing myself even deeper inside her.
"Ohhhhhhh! Oh gods, I'm cumming! I'm cummmmming!" She screamed, her body shaking violently as she reached her peak.
I kept pumping. Her cunt clenched around my cock, milking me with each thrust.
After a long pounding, I felt my balls tightening. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside her and let out a roar as I filled her with my seed.
"Hah… hah… aren't you a good strengthening training?" I said with heavy breaths, as I moved away from her cunt, my cock broke free with a wet pop.
"Hah… hah… aren't you a good strengthening training?.... Pop…. Clang!"
"What in the name of seven fucking gods?" I said.
"Hah… hah… aren't you a good strengthening training?.... Pop…. Clang!"
I saw a bird on a tree, on the other side of the window, it was mimicking all the voices surrounding me, my own words, the sound of my cock busting out of cunt, and a faint noise coming from a distant blacksmith shop.
….
Now, an hour later, Rose and I sat on the bed fully clothed, feeding the bird dried meat from a plate. The creature took each piece delicately in its curved beak, chewing with what I could only describe as satisfaction.
"So," I said to the bird, feeling ridiculous for talking to an animal, even if it's mimicking all voices, it can't speak, can it?. "Who is your owner?"
The bird tilted its head, studying me. Then it spoke.
"No owner, creator, he knows you," it said in a human voice.
I dropped my wine cup. It clattered across the floor, spilling red liquid like blood.
Rose gasped and pressed herself against the headboard.
The bird continued as if nothing unusual had happened. "I want you to do something for me. In exchange, I will tell you about Tysha."
The world stopped.
Tysha. My first wife. The girl I had loved with all the desperate passion of a young man who thought himself unlovable. The girl my father had claimed was a whore, paid to pretend affection for the Lannister dwarf. The girl who had been given to an entire barracks of guards while I watched, then sent away with silver.
"How..." My voice came out hoarse. "How do you know that name?"
"My creator knows many things," the bird said. "He knows what happened to her. Where she went. What became of her after your father cast her out?"
"Who is your creator?" I demanded. My hands were shaking. "Tell me now, or I will wring your feathered neck."
"You know him," the bird repeated. "He healed your dwarfism. Gave you height and strength you never thought to have."
I sat back, my mind racing. Jon!
"He is in Braavos," I said.
Rose finally found her voice. "The bird can talk. The bird can actually talk."
"Clearly," I said. I poured myself another cup of wine with trembling hands. "What does Jon Stark want from me?"
The bird turned to Rose. "And you, girl. If you help, you will not have to work as a whore anymore. My creator will make you richer than you ever dreamed. Enough gold to live comfortably for the rest of your life."
Rose's eyes went wide. "You are lying. Birds cannot make such promises."
"My creator can,"
I leaned forward. "What is the task?"
"Simple," the bird said. "Steal the account books from Petyr Baelish. The Master of Coin keeps ledgers of all the Crown's finances. My owner believes those books contain proof of embezzlement, theft, and treason. You will take the books, mark, and highlight every instance of stealing and hiding done by Littlefinger. That's all."
I laughed. It burst out of me, sharp and bitter. "That is all? Just steal from the Master of Coin, a man who has spies and assassins at his command? Simple indeed."
"You are clever enough," the bird said.
"Can you prove it?" I said, looking at the bird. "Can you prove Jon sent you? Does he know about Tysha? Can he actually deliver what you promise?"
The bird was silent for a moment. Then it spoke again, but this time in a different voice. A woman's voice, soft and frightened.
"I loved him, I loved Tyrion. I truly did. No matter what his father said."
Tysha's voice. I would know it anywhere, even after all these years.
"where...?" I could barely speak.
"My creator found her," the bird said in its normal tone. "Spoke to her. Learned her story. She is in Braavos, under a different name. Safe. She remembers you, Tyrion Lannister. She remembers the boy who loved her….. And she is raising your daughter."
Tears burned in my eyes. I blinked them away furiously. "And if I do this task, Jon will let me meet her?"
"Yes. And more. He will help you, if you help him. He has no love for the Lannisters, but he respects cleverness. Respects those who act when others merely complain."
I drained my wine cup and poured another. My hands had stopped shaking.
"Very well," I said. "I will steal Littlefinger's books. I will mark his crimes."
The bird bobbed its head. "Good. When you have the books, bring them here. I will see that they reach the right hands."
"And Tysha?"
"When the task is done, my creator will send word. You will learn where she is, how to reach her, everything you need to know."
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(A/N: I will upload extra chapters according to the power stones received.)