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As It Should Be	By : Cell-1 Category: A through F > A Song of Ice and Fire Views: 11738 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-As It Should Be
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The dawn sun crept over the ramparts of the Red Keep. Outside in the surrounding streets, hawkers began plying their trade and the common folk started their day. High in the Tower of the Hand, Tyrion had been awake for hours. Not normally a morning person; months earlier he would have been passed out at a time like this from an evening’s drinking and debauchery. Now he had a Kingdom to run and had his work cut out limiting the damage being done by his nephew and Liege, Joffrey.

“M’lord, your breakfast is getting cold.”

Tyrion looked up from his reports to see a serving woman standing at the doorway. She was unfamiliar to his eye, not an uncommon thing to occur as staff seemed to always seemed to be getting changed. Tyrion suspected that Cersei was sending staff that had displeased her or that horrible child of hers to work in the Tower of the Hand. Not that Tyrion minded, being a constant disappointment in the eyes of his family gave him a sense of fellowship with others who had failed to live up to the often unreasonable expectations of his Kin.

“Can’t say that I have much of an appetite, with all these stories of starvation coming in from the city. Tell me, what is the general feeling on the street toward our King?”

“I really couldn’t say M’lord,” Her eyes were downcast and he could tell she was feeling very uncomfortable being questioned so directly, or perhaps something else “It’s not my place to speak of His Grace.”

Tyrion briefly wondered whether to probe further for answers or perhaps to play on the woman's obvious discomfort. It amused him to poke at people and test their limits. Not out of malice but out of a fascination. He decided against it, she was just trying to do her job and the last thing she needed was some stunted little Lord playing games.

“I guess you are right, despite me being monstrous in appearance and a humiliation to my family. I do still enjoy certain protections afforded to one bearing the Lannister name.”

At his self-deprecating comment the woman lifted her face and stared fiercely into Tyrion’s mismatched eyes. “I don’t think you are monstrous at all,” she told him determinedly. “I think that it is a role you play up as you think it is what you are expected to be.”

“I’m sorry my dear,” Tyrion replied condescendingly, “But the stories you have undoubtedly heard about me are true. I am Tyrion Lannister, The ‘Imp’, a Drunkard, a Lecher, a Matricide, a...”

“A good man,” She interrupted. “I’m sorry M’Lord but you don’t fool me, not for a second. You are different to the other Lords. You care about us, about the normal people, the ones out there in the streets.” She gestured out the window at a waking King’s Landing. “Others may not see it but I do.”

Tyrion was taken aback, it was very rare for servants to be so bold. He was used to hearing the sniggers and low comments made about him by those serving, but this was something completely different.

He was intrigued.

“Might I know your name?” He enquired.

The realisation that she had spoken so bluntly to a Lord dawned across her features. The expression of determination dissolved into a mask of horror. Bowing her head she hurriedly replied, “Meria, M’Lord, forgive me for speaking out of place.” She turned away to leave but Tyrion leapt down from his stool.

“Wait!” he cried as he landed awkwardly on his stunted legs which, as a result of being unused for several hours, were stiff and he fell in an ungraceful heap beside his desk.

“Oh you poor thing!” Meria exclaimed running over to Tyrion sprawled on the floor, “I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.”

“Nonsense,” Tyrion replied gruffly, “I am alright -OW!”

“Lie still, let me help you up.”

Meria slipped one arm under Tyrion’s arm and the other under his legs and with only a small amount of effort lifted him off the floor and over to his bed. The massive bed would have been large for a person of regular stature, for Tyrion it was gigantic. He propped himself up on the pillows and began to rub the feeling back into his legs.

"Please allow me M'lord," reaching over to stroke him gently on the thigh.

Tyrion grasped her hand, "Enough of all the 'M'lords' just call me Tyrion."

"Well Tyrion, I think you have been working far too hard, you have barely slept and haven't touched your breakfast. Even the King's Hand needs to take a break sometimes. The Realm will be still where you left it when you return."

"Anything more to tell me?" He asked sardonically with a half smirk. "Perhaps I should go out to the practice yard and spar with the Hound?"

Meria threw a pillow at Tyrion's head and he tried to move out of the way. In a swift movement she had straddled him and was pinning him to the bed.

"I have a much better idea"

Lowering her mouth to his, Meria kissed him hungrily. Her soft tongue caressing his own. Gentle hands held either side of his face. Shock and surprise lifted from Tyrion and was replaced by desire. He ran his hands down her back over the lacing that held the dress tight. Reaching the knot just above the soft curve of her backside he deftly untied it. Then grasping the hem, he began to lift it up over Meria's hips.

Sitting upright, Meria lifted the dress over her head and tossed it off the edge of the bed. Tyrion gazed at her taking her in, he hadn't really noticed her appearance before but he found that having her straddling him clothed only in the morning sun forced him to pay attention wonderfully.

She was not in the peak bloom of youth nor a stunning beauty, but had a radiant, comforting attractive quality to her. Meria was curvacious in hip and had wonderfully full, luscious breasts with inviting, pink nipples. Tyrions gaze travelled down over her belly to the patch of soft brown curls at the apex of her thighs hinting at delights within.

Meria pulled the ribbon from her hair and let it flow loose, the waves of her locks spilling over her shoulders. Again she leaned in to kiss Tyrion, more softly this time but no less wonderful to his mind. He could feel her breasts push against his own chest and his heart felt like it may leap out and take flight.

Tyrion could feel his cock pushing against his breaches, the fabric pulled taut. Meria obviously felt it too, she ran her hand down to his crotch and caressed him. Tyrion felt her gentle hands work their way from between his thighs to softly stroke the head of his shaft. Her hand then continued to make its way to untie Tyrion’s trousers but his hand clasped around hers.

“Wait for just a moment.”

Tyrion began to wriggle down the bed between Meria’s smooth thighs. She began to lift herself off him but he held her hand to stop her. Slipping his shoulders between her kneeling legs he stopped with his head positioned right underneath her sex which was glistening in readiness. As he had noticed before she had soft brown curls framing her womanhood but now he could see and appreciate the soft velvety inner lips that were ever so slightly parted poking out between her legs. Holding Meria’s hips he guided her down so that his tongue could slip between her folds and find her clit.

Meria gasped at the sensation, she could feel his warm, questing tongue working from almost her bottom all the way up to her curls. He seemed to reach places and create sensations that she had never felt before with anyone. Even the times when she had pleasured herself alone in the servants quarters she had never felt an intensity nor thrill like this. Moaning with delight she lifted slightly and Tyrion gently pushed two fingers inside of her while continuing to kiss and lick her.

Building a rhythm, Meria began to grind and rock against Tyrion’s face, by now he had his mouth completely buried in her, like a starving man given food for the first time in weeks. He was passionately kissing, sucking and even nibbling at her lips and clit giving Meria the most overwhelming feelings. It built like a wave before breaking all over her in a release that at the same time was exquisite and yet unbearable.

She collapsed onto the bed and Tyrion wriggled out from between her legs and she rolled over to welcome him. Now on top he kissed her and she could taste herself on his lips. Breaking away from the kiss he began kissing Meria on her chin, neck and finally her wonderfully soft breasts. Reaching her left nipple he took in gently in his mouth sucking it and running his tongue around the tip, his hand crept up to her right nipple and he took it in his fingers giving it an ever so slight squeeze.

Hearing the moan he got in response, Tyrion became even more bold giving the nipple in his mouth a bite, though not hard enough to break the skin and Meria arched her back up in pleasure. His other hand began to travel down the curve of her belly to delicately part her legs and gently stroke her womanhood again.

“Not your fingers,” Meria gasped to him. “ I want your cock inside me.”

Gently she pushed his shoulders off her and sat up, they sat facing each other. She lifted his shirt off over his head and helped him wriggle out of his breaches. They sat for a moment looking at each other clad only in what the Seven had gifted them. Tyrion was a good head or so shorter than Meria and despite his stunted and twisted limbs the rest of his body looked surprisingly normal. Meria looked down at his manhood standing proudly out. Whilst it was not large by any description it was also not disappointing in the least.

Grasping his cock she began to stroke it gently, Tyrion then lay back on the pillows and Meria lowered her head to take it into her mouth. He could feel her tongue gently pressing against his shaft as she moved her head up and down with her lips enveloping his cock. The warm wetness of her mouth felt wonderful and he almost peaked there and then but, wanting to make it last, he took deep breaths and savoured it. Occasionally she would take it out of her mouth and kiss and lick it and once or twice even nip at his shaft and foreskin.

Meria then lifted her head up and giving him another long slow kiss she guided herself onto him. Both she and Tyrion gasped with pleasure as they joined, slowly at first they began to grind into one another. Tyrion would lie back and look up at Meria, her breasts swaying in time with their thrusting and then take them in his hands stroking them, playing with them, sitting up and taking a nipple in his mouth.

Meria could feel him completely within her, she placed one hand between her legs and began to play with her clit as they both lost themselves in the moment. Tyrion now had both hands on her arse and had his eyes closed in ecstasy and back arched. She could feel another climax coming, not as intense but more drawn-out compared to the first one and no less wonderful. Tyrion too felt the pleasure and he was coming close to peaking. He looked straight into her eyes and at that moment saw someone looking back at him who didn’t see him for his stunted form but instead for who he was. That recognition of genuine affection overwhelmed him and he peaked at the same moment Meria did, their pleasure spilling over to each other and taking it to a more wonderful place.

They lay in each others arms for some time and Tyrion briefly slept, pressed into Meria’s bosom; feeling the most relaxed he had in as long as he could remember. Later on they would have to resume the seperate lives of a serving woman and the Hand of the King but for a moment they lay, as equals, as it should be.
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