"You're doing excellent my lady, four hours and I can tell you are nearing the end." The Maester said and Joanna knew it was a lie. This was not a healthy childbirth by any definition of the idea. She had come into this chamber knowing that her child and her life were in danger for a number of reasons. She knew that it was not good for a baby to be born this early, she knew that the state of the mother played a vital role in the process and she was in no fine state.
"He struck me… Tywin hit me." Joanna muttered just before another surge of pain came over her. She grunted in pain and the Maester held some concoction to her lips but she swatted it away. What was the point, she knew she was going to die in childbirth and Tywin would kill the child even if they lived past tonight.
She had just needed him to listen to her. Just give her some chance before Naraiz and his apprentice show up. To get him to understand that she loved him and never once went against their vows. That the king nor any other man had touched her, that the child in her was his and his alone. Things she had said before but now she needed him to trust them more than any other time. But he didn't. He didn't trust her or care enough about her to not make her life as difficult as possible since learning about her pregnancy.
"My lady you need to-" The Maester started again but stopped as he and the midwives heard the door to the chamber slam open and before they could even look to see who had entered they all fell to the floor. Joanna however was spared and saw Naraiz Rhyhall standing in the doorway. He walked in with a stride filled with purpose and urgency and before Joanna could say anything he took out some kind of metal tube and pressed the end to her neck. She felt a sharp pain and then… relief.
"W-what did you just do?" Joanna asked, her voice dropping to a sedated calm. The pains of childbirth numbed in ways she didn't feel the last she went through this. Whatever Naraiz had just given her was no Maester's potion.
"Don't worry, nothing I gave you will affect the baby. Modern medical miracles and all that." He chuckled as he touched her cheek and brushed a finger across her bruise. She didn't care when the Maester and midwives saw it but now she dearly wished it was gone. She didn't understand why she didn't want him to see it, but the mix of concern and rage playing in Naraiz's eyes touched her in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. Then he looked back toward the door. "You can come in now, Jaesa I want you to clean up this mess and get them all ready for my Master's tools." Joanna's eyes widened as two figures came into the room. The second was Naraiz's apprentice but the first… she couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was a man made entirely of metal. Glowing white eyes and a mouth that didn't exist but for some sort of extinction that ended in a tube leading to his back.
"Is this the patient?" It spoke, its eyes would dim and glow with each word. It's voice calm and exactly what Joanna would want to hear from someone dealing in medical treatment. But filtered in an unnatural way. Joanna watched as the metal man walked over after receiving a nod from Naraiz. He stopped at her bed and took out some sort of a device from the box connected to his back and waved it over her, a faint blue light washed over her with it. "She is far from the most ideal condition from childbirth. This unit would need facilities that are currently not available. Additionally, the child appears to be suffering from a genetic disorder, categorized as Dwarfism. This unit lacks the facilities to correct this."
"Stabilize her, what I brought will have to be enough." Naraiz spoke and the metal man simply walked out of the chamber to go do whatever it is that Naraiz told him to do. He then looked back at her and she was doing a very good impression of a fish out of water. "Doctor Droids… comes without the high rates real doctors have." He chuckled and Joanna could not understand a word he was saying.
"I… I can't…" Joanna got out but she stopped as she felt the same surge of pain that had been racking her for the last four hours. Though now it was far more manageable.
"Tonight will be one filled with truths, pains, and hard choices, some of which you have already dealt with." Naraiz spoke as the being he called a Doctor Droid returned and began setting up various tools and curtains around Joanna. She wasn't paying much attention to it anymore as she was now fully invested in what Naraiz was saying. "You went to Tywin without us?" He asked and Joanna looked down at the memory of what happened.
"Yes, earlier I had words with Lyarra and she… pointed out an unseen possibility to me. That Tywin would not receive your council well on this matter given your relationship to the king and his role in our troubles." Joanna said and Naraiz tilted his head back like he just now understood this fact now. "I went to implore him to trust me. I don't know what I was thinking, something drove me to this. I just wanted my husband back. The man I loved. I wanted him to prove that his blind hatred for the king had not eclipsed the love he had for me." Joanna explained and Naraiz just listened. Once she was done he looked over to the Doctor Droid who seemed to be waiting for them to finish.
"I have concluded that the most likely chance for an optimal success will be a Cesarean section." The droid said and Naraiz seemed to think on this for a moment before glancing down to Joanna.
"That might not be needed, continue with my previous order until I say so or she is in critical danger." Naraiz ordered and the Droid nodded before continuing on its prep work, periodically checking Joanna as it had done at the beginning. "Joanna, as I said tonight will be filled with hard choices but before we go on I need to know one thing. Do you still love Tywin?" He spoke like this would decide everything going forward. She didn't know why he was putting such a grave importance on this but the question caused her to look deep inside herself. It had been something she had been struggling with since this pregnancy began.
Joanna loved Tywin, when he married her against his family's wishes she had been so happy that he chose love over everything else. She felt even more joy at seeing him take their twins into his arms on their first day of life. Even now she could still recall he had the biggest smile he ever had on that day. But all of that had now been stained with his horrible behavior these last few months. His words and actions all felt like personal attacks on her very soul. The fact he chose to believe rumors and unfounded and unspoken implications over her word felt especially hurtful. And tonight, she couldn't not say that her heart was not broken in two.
"No… I can't love him anymore." Joanna said and clenched tight, only now realizing that she had reached for Naraiz's hand. Here was a man that she barely knew other than what she had seen, been told, and a few scant meetings. And yet, she longed for what Lyarra had told of him. Whatever it was that made her friend so happy with this man was something she had been lacking in her life for too long.
"I came here because I know of three futures your child may have." He said after a moment to let her words settle in both their minds. While the change in topic was a little strange to Joanna she was still intensely interested in what he was saying. "The first is gone now, your admission and what Tywin did made it vanish into the nothingness of possible days never to come. Now, we are at the crossroads of two. One life is filled with love and warmth… but short. Another, hardship and scorn but a long one with my promise it will turn bright."
"And what is this choice I must make?" Joanna asked and felt a shiver down her spine. Neither of those choices she wanted for her child, but that was part of being a mother. She wanted the best for them, a happy and long life not either or.
"The choice is simple, do you die tonight or live." Naraiz said and Joanna froze. "Not really of course, I'm talking about faking your death."
"That didn't make me feel much better if I'm being honest." There was a small growl in her voice.
"If you live, you will love and care for your child while Tywin will see it as his true born. But… the one that cost him his love filled marriage. He will grow bitter, angry at the king, you, the child, and the world in general. He will lash out and eventually plot your child's death."
"He won't get the chance!" Joanna snarled and Naraiz took a step back in shock but then a smile grew across his face that was almost a mix of hunger and pride. However the lioness was too busy being angry at her husband ever considering killing their child. Then she calmed down as she felt Naraiz hold her hand again… his hand was calloused and scared a bit but very warm. "And if I die tonight?" She asked, wanting to hear the other future that Naraiz had seen.
"Tywin will be crushed, given what happened tonight he will see himself as the responsible party. That everything that he had done this night and the mouths before caused this early labor. That in turn, leads to your death and the deformity of your child. Guilt ridden, he will do his best to ensure that your child is raised a Lannister of the Rock. Yes… the child will be still spat on and despised by many. And Tywin will be unable to be a true father as the very sight of the child will bring out painful memories. But through hardship I see your son enduring and roaring courageously at the world." Naraiz explained and Joanna could feel which choice he was leaning toward. She wouldn't expect him to come to her with this choice with no bias, that was impossible for a man like Naraiz. Along with that she couldn't help but smile warmly at the confirmation that she would be having a son. While a daughter would make her just as proud she couldn't help but feel inclined toward a son.
"And you are sure that these are the futures that are standing before him." Naraiz nodded and Joanna looked down to her swollen belly, another wave of pain hitting her just another reminder. She felt a wetness at the edge of her eyes, a sadness building in her chest as she knew that the choice she was going to make would mean she couldn't be a mother to her own son. That her eldest would be without a mother for the rest of their lives. "Promise that in whatever plot and plan you have… I will be reunited with my children." She said as she squeezed even tighter on his hand. It wasn't a request or a demand, it was a fact. If he couldn't promise her this, then she wouldn't go along with any of his plans.
"I can promise that you will be in their lives, though they might not know it. I can't promise that there will be a day when they will be with you again because I can not see all futures." She understood what he was saying. That chaos existed and even the best laid plans could be ruined by chaos and chance. But what he said was enough, the message that he would at least try to keep her with her children in some way was all he could do. With a tearful nod, Naraiz had his answer. "I will have the memories of the Maester and midwives changed so that they believe that you died after giving birth to the child, and I have a stand in for the body ready… I have been busy these last few hours." He sighed with a small bit of his weariness escaping. Joanna had no idea that included several runs between King's Landing and the mountains of the North on his speeder bike.
"It seems you are a man of many powers and tools." She chuckled weakly as she looked over to the metal man that was standing by ready to do its function. "Powers and tools that betray you Naraiz, you've been playing us all for fools haven't you." She asked as she knew that there was more he had in store for her. She took a breath and decided that she should move with some haste given the rumblings in her body she was feeling. "You want something from me for all of this don't you?"
"More like I have one last offer, the same one I gave to Lyarra." Joanna raised an eyebrow at that. Then watched with eyes wide as something happened to Naraiz. His skin paled and his features grew sharper, his entire face changed into something that a Septon would call out as the Lord of the Seven Hells incarnate. A devil in the flesh of man. And for all the scorn that any man or woman of faith would give him in an instant, she could not. He was so other worldly in appearance, a graceful terror that ensured and enticed. And out from his robes the devil before her pulled out a collar, blackened metal with golden runes that she didn't recognize. "It is a rare honor for me to drop my Mask and show my true self, Joanna Lannister. I only do so because I feel that it was my actions that inadvertently brought on the situation you find yourself in now. Had I not come to King's Landing I feel that you may have not taken the steps you took tonight."
"You had nothing to do with what happened, the fault solely lies with Tywin." She said as she could not tear herself away from the golden eyes of the man before her. But with a small clink of metal her gaze landed back at the collar now being offered to her.
"Joanna Lannister, tonight you will be dead to the world. The life you had once known will be gone and I promise whatever your choice I will make sure that your next life won't be worthless and without meaning. However, right now I offer you what I offered Lyarra Stark. Take this and give yourself to me, mind, body and soul and I will grant you all that you desire and more. A world of pleasure and fulfillment is just in your grasp. A place in my plans, I would protect you from all and make sure you want for nothing." Joanna heard him say the words and felt a shudder ring through the air. The collar pulsed with a blackened glow and she could feel a call come from it, speaking to a part of her mind and soul that had been denied for quite some time.
"To be your slave?" She asked and was surprised by how soft her voice was at the question.
"As I said, I offered this to Lyarra. You only need to look to her to know what I offer." He said and Joanna couldn't help but think back to all that her friend had said about Naraiz. The look she had when Joanna spoke to her earlier this day. And she now understood why Naraiz had asked her if she still loved Tywin. She didn't know why, she couldn't understand why she was thinking about this. But before she could think about it anymore her hand reached out and clasped the collar around her neck shut. Tywin did always say that their children did get their impulsiveness from her.
The second the collar locked around her neck she felt it melt into her skin, becoming one with her. It was a burning heat that felt indescribable, horrifically painful and ungodly pleasurable at the same time. The two sensations mix as one and spread across her entire body. Joanna could feel something happen to her body, she could feel it change and mold to something else. And as that happened to her flesh the same happened to her mind, an invisible hand reached down into her brain and began shaping her thoughts. Worry came quickly but was eased by the sense that… whatever was being changed wasn't important. That the changes being done to her were minor or at times trivial. She was still her, she was still a lioness of Casterly Rock.
"Sir, the readings are changing." She faintly heard the voice of the Doctor Droid, she was too preoccupied by what was happening to her to pay attention to the conversation that was happening around her. In fact as she felt another surge of birthing pains her vision darkened and soon she drifted into nothingness.
When Joanna's senses returned back to her she wasn't where she once was. She felt the soft pillows beneath her head and warmth of blankets over her body. And she was completely naked under the covers of the bed and she took a moment to enjoy the softness of the silk sheets. But soon she opened her eyes and saw that she wasn't in the birthing chamber that she had been in. The sunlight was filtering through the open windows and balcony doors of one of the Red Keep suites.
"Ah… you have awakened." Joanna felt something twitch… something new to her body when she heard the strange artificial voice of the Doctor Droid. She looked to the side and saw it walking over to her bedside and soon began scanning her body even while it was under the covers. The technology that her master was hiding from the Seven Kingdoms was astounding.
"Wait a minute…" Joanna thought as she caught her own thoughts. She reached to her neck and felt the warm metal of her collar and suddenly she could remember each and every detail of what happened. And why she only knew Naraiz Rhyhall as her one and only master. She felt… amused and annoyed at this change in thought pattern. Amused because it was only right given that she had willingly enslaved herself to him and annoyed at… she wasn't sure what but she was. And that she could feel annoyed at her situation made her feel so much more comfortable with it. It was a sign she wasn't just some mindless drone that had no will of her own.
"Your scans show that you are recovering. Both from the birth and the mutation." That caught her attention. Then she suddenly became very aware of three new sensations she never felt before. She slowly reached up to the top of her head and felt two cat ears sprouting from her head. Then she sat up in the bed and out from behind her came a cat's tail which she stared at intently as it moved about at her whim. "Lord Rhyhall told me to give you a message should you awake whilst he is absent." At that the lights in the Droid's face changed from white to red.
"I'm sure by now you have noticed that I have quite the delicious sense of irony, don't worry as you are not alone in this." Joanna heard her master's voice come from the machine and once it was done the lights changed back.
"Where is mas… Naraiz?" Joanna had to catch herself as she wanted to avoid verbalizing her true thoughts aloud at least until he saw him again.
"Lord Rhyhall is at the moment returning much of the equipment that he had brought here back to his ship. Also, I will be returning once you have been cleared as medically sound." The droid replied before excusing itself to gather up various medicines she would need to take. Joanna found herself once again alone and in that she quickly got out of bed and ran over to a full body mirror in the corner. There she found a vision of beauty she had not seen in years.
"Gods… what did he do to me?" She reached out and touched the surface of the mirror, unable to believe that she looked as she did nearly a decade ago. Back when she had just turned twenty three. Her body had been given a youthful shine, her skin was perfectly flawless and had a sun kissed golden hue that those in the Westerlands aspire to. Hair that had a similar golden glow to it, and would make even the gold mined from the Rock jealous. Then there were eyes, those had changed a bit more. Now they were silted like a cat, and as green as emeralds. With her other hand she traced along her curves, her hips somewhat larger but not impossibly so and her breasts a bit fuller than they once were at the age she appeared. Then she reached back and touched where her new tail connected to her rear and could not find a single sign that it had not always been there. Same with the new ears. "Delicious sense of irony indeed." She smirked as she knew that her master must find it funny to make her even closer to a lion than the rest of her family.
"About time you woke up." Joanna jumped when she heard the voice of her master's apprentice. She looked back and when she saw Jaesa standing in the middle of the room grinning at her she attempted to cover her chest and womanhood but that just made Jaesa chuckle. "Come on… we both know that you don't care if I see anything. But fine, let old habits die hard." Jaesa shrugged as she walked over to the nearby table set with food. Joanna glared at the other woman until she recalled what her power was, she could see who a person really was. Joanna then looked down over her body and then decided that she was right, she didn't care if Jaesa saw her naked.
"How much longer until Naraiz returns." Joanna asked as she let her inhibitions go a bit, dropping her hands and looking back at the mirror so she could marvel at her new body some more.
"You really going to keep biting your tongue to say his name instead of calling him master?" Jaesa asked and only got another glare from Joanna and the Sith had to give the woman credit, she assumed that Joanna would be another Lyarra but this one had more fight in her. Sure Lyarra despised Jaesa and the Dark Apprentice knew that but she normally was much more reserved and chose her snipes carefully. Joanna was looking to be much more open and vocal if what Jaesa was feeling from her was any indication. "As for how much longer… shouldn't be long. Pretty sure that he's on his way back now. Takes about two hours by speeder to get to our ship from King's Landing. He left three hours ago so unless he had more to do up North he should be here- OW!" Jaesa shouted as she felt a rock hit her in the back of her head. Both she and Joanna looked toward the attacker and found Naraiz standing in the door arch.
"You underestimate me and lower your guard, my apprentice? Shame on you." Jaesa lightly growled as she rubbed her head but said nothing. She was still on probation for what she said last night and wasn't going to comment on her punishments… no matter how annoying they got. "Now leave, shut the droid down and get it back to the ship. I want you on the Isle of Faces as soon as possible." Jaesa grunted in acknowledgment and stormed out of the room leaving Naraiz and Joanna alone. "Tywin named the boy Tyrion… Jaesa has already confirmed to me that Tywin is feeling exactly as I predicted he would."
"Tyrion… that's a good name." Joanna said as she looked at Naraiz's reflection in the mirror, not turning around to face him.
"Took a bit of work but I was able to maneuver things around so you could be the boy's wet nurse, I don't know how long he'll be in King's Landing but for at least as long as he is you'll be close to him." She listened to him and nodded along with his words. A silence permeated the room after he finished, neither of them spoke as he was waiting for her to say something and her mind was running faster than it ever had. "Joanna?" He said as he saw her trembling.
"You're going so far for me, someone that you barely knew. And yet you're doing all this for me, for my son to have the best chance at a good life." Joanna said as tears slowly began dripping down her face. She didn't understand why he was doing this, could it be for completely sinister reasons? Yes… that was a very real possibility. But while she didn't understand why he was doing all this for her… she did understand what Lyarra was speaking of. She now understood why she said the things she said. "I think I'd like to see my son now please." Joanna said as she wiped away the tears.
Not exactly how I planned things but not going to complain. Lyarra had been a mistake of someone who didn't know what they were dealing with when it came to the Dark Side. Joanna on the other hand was a much better go around. The Collar that she now wore was far less intrusive on the mind than the one I gave Lyarra and it ended up helping the birthing process become much more manageable. Plus, given the circumstances surrounding it all I felt much better about it all in comparison to Lyarra. There might also be some more personality bleed going on from the real Naraiz but who knows.
Traveling back and forth to bring both sufficient medical equipment and several of Master Baras' more interesting mind manipulators. All of which needed to be brought in without notice, a massive task in and of itself. But not impossible. But I had been able to do it though it did cause some strain on all those tools. I wasn't an expert in using them so I think it would be best to put them back into storage until they cooled off a bit.
But the night ended and both Tyrion and Joanna came out of it alive. Tyrion appeared to be completely free of mutation and showed no sign of adverse effects due to Joanna's transformation. Joanna looked to be adjusting well… on a biological level at least. I could sense that she was feeling a cocktail of emotions right now, fear, worry, guilt, lust, anticipation, hatred, curiosity. All of these feelings were bouncing off each other as she walked down the hall to Tyrion's bedchambers. I had constructed a rough Mask for Joanna to both hide her feline features and her identity. I stood behind her, wrapped in a cloak of the Force in order to hide my presence. Officially I was having meetings with Quinn which was the bullshit excuse I mostly used to hide where I really was.
As I walked behind Joanna I could feel her emotions focus with each step. She needed to see her child, to hold him and know that he was safe. The current situation with me, her choice to become my slave, any troubles with Tywin, all of it was being shoved to the side as the mother in her now was taking the helm. She would be Tyrion's wet nurse and caretaker for as long as the Lannister child was here in King's Landing. Something that I wasn't too sure would remain true, given the deteriorating relationship between the Hand and the King there were whispers that it was only a matter of time Tywin shoved the golden pin back to Ayres and took his children back to the Rock. I however knew that it was several years in the making. But Tyrion would likely be sent back along with his brother and sister given the lack of their mother and the growing hostile tensions. Joanna knew that she would unlikely be brought with them, why would a noble family care to bring one single wet nurse when they could find one back in Lannisport.
"You are going to ask me to travel to the North with Lyarra aren't you?" Joanna asked, keeping her eyes forward. The question surprised me as I knew that she was internally focused on the incoming door to a small room that had been set aside for Tyrion. It wasn't as far away or dungeon-like as I expected considering the relationship Tywin has with Tyrion in the books and show. But considering he must be taking more of the blame for what happened, causing early labor and giving Joanna a stressful pregnancy, both could not help the process of childbirth clearly. Tywin must not be blaming Tyrion for it… and might even be blaming himself for Tyrion's birth defect. We stood outside the door and she waited for me to answer.
"Yes, I don't want her to be alone… relatively speaking. And while I would most certainly enjoy your company at Harrenhal, I need to give absolute focus to the refounding of the Sith Order and putting into place my place for the keep and lands." I said and she gave a small smirk at hearing the tone I used when referring to her companionship. A sense of need and lust spiked in her and I knew she was going to be a handful in bed.
With that done she knocked on the door and stiffened when she heard Tywin's voice call for her to enter. A small moment of hesitation later and she opened the door, keeping her head down and doing her best impression of a low born serving maid she entered. I slid into the room behind her but it seemed Tywin was too distracted with staring down at his son lying peacefully in his crib to notice anything. I was shocked, Tywin was the most open that I had ever felt from. Not even trying to sense his emotions I could feel an ocean's worth of guilt wash out of him, that was the only thing coming from him. No anger, no sadness, no grief, just guilt. I could reach in… invade his open mind and pull out secrets that he would have otherwise guarded with an unbreakable iron will. Or I could implant suggestions to have him change in any number of ways. But… I couldn't do it. This man thought he killed his wife and condemned his son to a life as a freak. That's not how science and genetics work but this was a feudal world and assumptions are being made here.
"Milord." Joanna spoke and I watched as Tywin froze. Shit… Joanna's voice is still the same. He turned and visibly looked like he had seen… or better put heard a ghost. Which wasn't too wrong. "I was called to act as the little lord's wet nurse." Joanna curtsied, adding a little off to her footwork to really sell the low born angel of it all. Tywin's stony visage returned in a heartbeat, his mind locked down and just that the old Tywin was back.
"Good, see to it that my son is well cared for. I want you to stay by his side, keep him warm and well fed. I don't want to hear you have left his side for any reason." Tywin ordered crisply, Joanna took a step to the side and without another word Tywin left the room. I dropped my veil and both I and Joanna looked toward the closed door before looking to the crib. Joanna rushed to her son and gently picked the little boy into her arms. I could see Joanna light up at seeing Tyrion, I don't think I'll ever understand the need some people have to pass their genes on. The only parental relationship I had was with Gore, the person that took the position of the Bounty Hunter Class from the MMO. Naraiz found him as a teen on the streets of Nar Shaddaa and raised him to be the perfect weapon… and the dumbass ran off to be a bounty hunter. Naraiz was about as angry as you'd expect a parent to be but he still supported Gore throughout the Great Hunt.
"He's perfect." Joanna looked up and glared at me once I snickered at that.
"Sorry… you could have said anything else. Shutting up now." I choked as the glare grew, I was their master but even I knew not to push my luck, there was still the tiny chance that they could break free of the influence if I did something truly heinous to them. The Dark Side was what powered the collars and emotions power the Dark Side, if their own emotions are both stronger than mine and are actively working against me instead of willing fueling the collar's power… the collars will break like twigs. My hold on them was only as strong as they wanted it and so long as they were willing to do it. "But first… these." I said as I pulled out two injectors.
"And what do those do?" Joanna asked as she rocked Tyrion in her arms eyeing the injectors with more curiosity than suspicion. It was modern technology that played a role in easing her birth and so she wasn't too scared of me showing it off or using it on Tyrion.
"Corrective enzymes to fix any possible damage the early birth may have caused." I said as I held up the first injector and then held up the second. "Immune system booster." Tyrion thankfully didn't fuss too much when I injected him with the various beneficial serums. Happy that I had helped her son even further, Joanna took her son to the chair in the corner and began feeding him from her teat.
"Is there another reason why you're still here or do you want a turn?" Joanna joked as she looked back up toward me and I could see the inviting glint in her eye. It wasn't entirely a joke but that would get sorted out later. As for the reason why I was staying, it was to watch the show. She narrowed her eyes as I reapplied the Force Veil over me. Minutes later the door opened and Cersei and Jamie both entered the room. And I got my first look of the Cersei that I had come to expect. While Tywin seemed less hostile to Tyrion than he was in canon… Cersei looked to be another story. Joanna looked to say something but Cersei quickly cut her off.
"Leave, wish to see my brother alone." Cersei sneered and I had to give Joanna credit, she didn't show a bit of what she really felt. Not at her daughter acting so rudely in general, nor that it was directed at her mother even unknowingly. Joanna kept all of it behind a well done mask of mild fear and urgency.
"I'm sorry milady, but your lord father gave me orders to stay by lord Tyrion's side." Joanna said meekly but I smirked behind my veil as I knew that this lioness would not leave for no reason. Tywin just gave her a very good excuse. But Cersei just fumed and didn't look very satisfied by that answer.
"Do as I say and I'll have my father throw you out of the Red Keep beaten and stripped!" Cersei continued on her little tantrum and Joanna wasn't the least bit intimidated by it. She was actually just doing as Tywin told her but more importantly… she had me. I would never let such a thing happen. And she knew that her current identity was a false one and she could just get a new one.
"I doubt he would do such a thing to a woman just following his orders." Joanna spoke back and I could tell that this was something that Cersei was not used to. "If you wish to see the little lord he is right here." That didn't seem to satisfy Cersei and she stormed toward the door and I could sense nothing but murderous intent coming from her. Ah… she would have made Sith Nobles proud if she was their daughter. But when she realized that she was storming off alone, she turned back to Jamie and gave him a look that was blatantly clear to read. He however stayed.
"Jamie!" Cersei shouted causing Tyrion to begin crying. Joanna quickly began trying to sooth the baby while Jamie just stood firm in his place. Seeing that her other half was for the first time in a long time defying her, Cersei stormed out in an even worse mood, if that was possible. While the room was filled with cries, it soon died down as Joanna handled Tyrion like only a mother could. Jamie however took a few steps forward and stared down at the small fussing baby in Joanna's arms. Jamie could see the abnormally large head and smallish features.
"He's…" Jamie began but couldn't put to words what he thought in his head.
"Your brother." Joanna finished for him. "And he's going to need his big brother to look out for him." With that Joanna handed the bundle of cloth over to Jamie and the young boy took his brother.
"Cersei… She thinks he took our mother from us. I'm sure she'll think otherwise when we bury mother." Jamie said, trying to excuse Cersei's behavior, but I very seriously doubt that would be the case. No, Cersei was not the kind of person to let something go. And once she had something in her head it stuck. I would have to make sure that Cersei didn't try anything once Joanna could no longer be around.
Lyarra sat among various other nobles from around the Seven Kingdoms, many of whom were the ones that had been dealing with the fallout of the Sith Order from that very first meeting. Those were the main voices of the group while the others in attendance were lesser nobles. At the head of the group was Tywin Lannister, one might think that losing his wife would keep him from the game of thrones but nope. Lyarra had to give him credit for that iron will of his, even if she felt it was cold to go on as if nothing happened. And she wasn't the only one with those thoughts.
"Lord Lannister, if you need to-" Jon Fossoway began but was quickly cut off by Tywin.
"I assure you that I am perfectly able to hold a discussion as important as the one we are about to have." Tywin spoke with a sense of convection and strength that no one had the mind to counter it. Lyarra glanced around and saw all those of lesser status shrink as they did not have the courage to speak after the Lion had roared.
"Then let's get on with this, it could be any day now that Naraiz leaves for Harrenhal. And once he's safe in that monstrosity of a keep we won't be able to do anything to him." Balon Grayjoy growled out, Lyarra knew that the Iron Born particularly hated her master. He saw him as a weakling magic user, apparently he hadn't heard of her master's skills with a blade. Plus the Ironborn had always seen Harrenhal as rightfully theirs as it was one of their kings to have built it.
"There is plenty we can do even after he leaves, just not with the end of an axe, Grayjoy." Armond Connington shot back and the raider gave a stormy glare to the man. Lyarra didn't think much of either man and tuned out their continuing shouting match. Instead she focused inward and found that was a bad idea. As she quickly began thinking about when she would have to face Joanna again. A meeting she was not too keen on. She wanted to have her friend back but was worried what would happen when they saw each other again. Lyarra was sure it was what she said that made Joanna so desperate in her last fight with Tywin. Would Joanna blame her? Would she hate her?
"Enough!" The sound of Tywin shouting and bringing the entire room to heel brought her out of her own mind. "The answer to our problem is clear, we must bind Naraiz to the Seven Kingdoms. We must make sure that this Sith Order is properly shaped and integrated into the way we do things. The first step to this is limiting Naraiz's political options." Lyarra wanted to roll her eyes at this, they were still thinking in the old ways of doing things. Still playing by the rules of Westeros.
"A marriage then, a good start." Janna Fossoway smiled as if she had discovered all the solutions to their problems. Lyarra knew that was where things were heading and her master had anticipated this. Which was why he made very sure that people knew that he was in fact not the Lord of Harrenhal, only the Grand Master of the Sith Order was and that wasn't a hereditary position. Lyarra was sure that many fools in the nobility scoffed at that notion and assumed that Naraiz would arrange for his heir to attain the title before or after his own death. But still, the official ruling by the King made the idea of marrying a daughter to Naraiz a unappealing prospect. "Someone from the Riverlands to further tie him to it?" Janna proposed as she looked to the Blackfish.
"Yes… uh… I'm sure we can find someone willing to do just that." Brynden Tully choked on his words trying to sound not entirely displeased with this task.
"Walder Frey has many daughters, I'd be sure that he'd be willing to part with one of them." Balon chuckled darkly and Lyarra's eye twitched in hidden rage at the thought of one of those cowering ferrets thinking themselves worthy of a man like her master. Lyarra was well beyond the idea that she would be the only woman, Jaesa had dissuaded her of that quickly enough. Joanna she would accept in a heartbeat. There was a standard of quality that Lyarra demanded out of any woman that sought to join her master's bed. She couldn't let this proceed, but someone beat her to it.
"Naraiz is well favored by the king. His grace might see it as a slight to Darth Nagash if given anything but a second or third daughter of a well-established and respected house." Lord Connington offered and that had several people mumbling.
"As Lord Grayjoy stated, Lord Frey has many daughters. Marrying his second… of which he has a few… daughter will be of no consequence." Tywin said with a small toss of his hand. Lyarra did not like how he seemed to be warming up to this idea. "And the Freys are one of the Tully's most wealthy and powerful vassals. It will be an honor for Darth Nagash to wed one of their daughters." Oh no… Lyarra did not like this one bit.
"You're late, did something happen?" I asked as I rubbed my face trying to release some of the stress of the continued work of the Faith to impede my work. Joanna had just walked through the door as I was debating on getting a hot bath drawn.
"No, I just wished to spend a little more time with Tyrion. The guards didn't seem to mind." I knew that Tywin was having guards posted around Tyrion at all hours of the night. Smart move given he did have enemies everywhere. I looked back to the table and floated back into place as I sat down at the edge of Lyarra's bed. I was still using her suite as my own given my requests for a bigger room than the first given to me went unheeded. Apparently since I was a warrior monk I was supposed to be perfectly fine with so little. "You seemed quite stressed, is there anything I could do to help with that?" Joanna asked with an eager husky voice that spoke of her long wait for sexual release. She certainly didn't get much during her troubled time with Tywin.
"Sure… you and Lyarra can go back to being friends." She tilted her head as I held out my hand. Joanna then turned back as she heard a yelp and saw Lyarra being pulled into the room by an unseen force. I dropped Lyarra in front of Joanna and both women looked a bit unsure of themselves. "Go on…" I said as I leaned further back into the bed. The two shifted nervously and I was beginning to get a little annoyed. "Hurry and kiss and make up, I need you two to go back to the way things were." I said and that seemed to help the two of them… in different ways.
"Yes, I want to…" Lyarra began but her voice was muffled by Joanna taking her lips to her own. As the blond took my words a bit more literally, she pushed forward in both the kiss and pushed her body further into Lyarra's. After the initial daze of the searing kiss and the teasing feeling of Joanna's chest pressing into her own, Lyarra managed to pull away. "Joanna!"
"I know you're feeling guilty Lyarra but you don't need to be. Now drop both your clothes and this stupid mask thing, I want to see your cute wolf ears and tail." Joanna said this as she herself dropped the Mask and let her own extra ears and tail free from the confines of the Mask. She made an audible purr of contentment at finally being free. Lyarra looked to be and seeing me just smirking in enjoyment of what was happening did as Joanna told her. First she undid her dress, blushing as Joanna's eyes drifted along her curves while firmly fixating on the Stark's generous bust. "Gods… I always knew you were beautiful Lyarra but I never knew just how so until now. But there's more, isn't there?" Joanna said as she gave a pointed look at Lyarra and she too dropped her Mask. Her wolfen features bloomed out from her body and Joanna gave a squeal of delight at what she saw. Lyarra moaned lightly as Joanna began playing with her ears.
"J-Jo…." Lyarra couldn't get more out but the incomplete use of Joanna's only seemed to make the Lannister happier.
"Oh my sisters used to call me Jo, I want you to do that now Lyarra. We're as good as sisters now that we're both serving our master." At that Joanna lowered her hands down to cup Lyarra's face and leaned in for another deep kiss. Lyarra didn't even fight as Joanna's tongue dove into her mouth and began exploring as much as she wanted. Joanna took a step closer to Lyarra, hitching her leg around the Stark's hip and rubbing her moistening slit along Lyarra's thigh. Lyarra continued to melt into Joanna's gasp as she felt the blond woman's hands travel down and soon were palming her massive breasts.
"Why do I get the feeling… that you want pet here to call you that is because… you may have done similar things with your sisters." I chuckled and it made a kind of sense. The twins incestuous desires had to have come from somewhere. Joanna stopped her lip lock with Lyarra but kept up her other ministrations, kneading one tit with one hand and circling Lyarra's pussy with the other. However she was dazed for a moment as she noticed that I was completely bereft of clothes. She took her time memorizing every inch of my flesh, every scar and edge of my well-muscled body. Her eyes ended up at my cock standing at full mast.
"You can call me Jo as well master, you can call me anything really." Joanna said as she continued to play with her fellow slave, her eyes firmly staying on my twitching member. I grinned darkly as I could feel the lust building in Joanna. Now that much of her emotions had been spent today fussing over her new born baby, all that was left was a starved woman he was desperate for someone to scratch an itch that had long been ignored. Perhaps longer than just the last seven months. Tywin didn't strike me as a man that would be too interested in spending every night ravishing his lovely wife.
"No, Lyarra is my pet and you are my kitty and I shall call you as such." I mused aloud and as I spoke Joanna began a sultry walk over to me, leaving Lyarra a little miffed but also excited for what was coming. "So what is it that my little kitty wants?" I asked as she climbed onto my lap, slowly lowering herself down on my cock, filling herself with my girth and giving a low cry of pleasure as she took me in her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled herself close to my chest with her arms, all while pushing more and more of my cock into her hungry cunt.
"This master… all I ever want is this now." She moaned as she began rocking her hips along my length, moving her body up and down on my shaft to create as much friction as she could alone. She felt amazing, warm and wet as her inner walls gripped my meat as tight as she could. "Fuck, fuck, fuck… it's so good master. I've never felt anything like this before!" Her moans grew louder with each movement of her hips and only stopped as I leaned forward and took her mouth with my own. And quickly began thrusting up into her increasing the pleasure for us both. "I'm cumming master! Don't stop… please don't stop!" Joanna's body tightened a bit as I felt her hit her first orgasm but not a moment was wasted as she kept up her movements and dragged out the ecstasy she was feeling for as long as she could.
Lyarra kneeled besides us, one hand gripping her right breast while the other dove between her legs. She furiously fucked herself as she watched Joanna take in my cock, it spreading her lower lips wide and lubricated in her gushing juices. Lyarra eyed with lustful and jealous eyes as Joanna came over my dick as it continued to pump back into her needy cunt. Lyarra, no longer satisfied being just an observer crawled up and latched onto one of Joanna's bouncing breasts. While not close to her own, what I would call F-cups in earth sizes, Joanna still had a respectable bust size at a C-cup.
"Does my pet want some attention too?" I asked and Lyarra nodded like a puppy starved for attention. As Lyarra continued to suck at Joanna's beast and reached down and joined my pet's hand between her legs. Lyarra gave a very pleased moan as she felt my fingers join hers inside her. However she was even more pleased when she felt a stream of milk begin to slide across her tongue. Joanna gave a scream of carnal rapture as she came again at both the sensation of my fucking her and Lyarra's milking her beast. I grunted as I felt Joanna's walls clamp down even tighter and couldn't hold back anymore. I felt Joanna's nails dig into my back as a third orgasm racked her body as she felt a stream of cum fill her womb. Both me and Joanna collapsed back on the bed, she rolling off me and laying back on the bedding next to me.
"That… I can't begin to describe ah~!" Joanna moaned again mid-sentence I looked down and saw Lyarra feverishly eating out Joanna's pussy, licking up my leaking cum as the most delicious treat that could not be wasted. Joanna continued to moan and mewl out as Lyarra's tongue delved deep into her womanhood to get at more of my seed, Joanna meanwhile couldn't refuse the attention she was getting and simply held Lyarra's held firmly between her legs. Seeing the sight before me I felt my cock spring back to life.
"Seeing how you were a good pet and helped out your sister so much, I think I should reward you my pet." I said as I stood up and walked behind Lyarra, who gave a small shake to her rear, eagerly inviting me in. She moaned into Joanna's pussy as she felt me grab ahold of her ass cheeks and spread them wide open, exposing her puckered asshole to me. She screamed in ecstasy as I slowly pushed into her tightest hole. The feeling of her ass wrapping around my cock was fantastic, it always was. She had given every part of her to me and I had long since taken every part of her before tonight. Lyarra had since grown accustomed to me fucking her ass and now it brought as much pleasure to her as normal sex.
"Wow Lyarra… who knew you were such a whore. To take it up the ass with such enthusiasm." Joanna panted as she felt every small twist and turn of Lyarra's tongue within her. The Lannister smirked as she looked down and saw Lyarra give a small glare up toward her. "Yes I know… only a whore for our master." With that correction Lyarra returned her full attention back to eating Joanna out. Though that became increasingly more difficult as I picked up the pace of my thrusts. "Master… Lyarra is slacking off." Joanna whined as she could feel Lyarra's tongue fucking slow as my fucking quickened.
"Pet, you wanted to eat my cum out of Joanna. That was hers and so the least you can do is finish her off." I scolded as I gave Lyarra's ass a hard smack. I felt Lyarra's ass pull me further in deeper with that and with a smirk I smacked her ass again, and again. I held up my hand and formed the Force Chain connected to Lyarra collar, I lightly pulled up on it bringing Lyarra face out of Joanna's cunt. "You are not allowed to cum until Joanna does. Do you understand?"
"Yes master, just please keep fucking my ass. Your cock stuffing my ass feels incredible." Lyarra begged and I dropped her back into Joanna's pussy. The Lannister began moaning again as Lyarra returned to lapping at her folds with renewed vigor. Keeping up with my pace, Lyarra soon brought Joanna to climax and as a reward I filled her ass up with my seed setting Lyarra's own orgasm off. With both of them panting and spent for the moment I helped them back into the bed, setting myself between them. They instinctively crawled closer to my body and nuzzled their heads in my chest.
"I think I actually enjoy this part more than the sex… eh… debatable." I gave that last final thought before closing my eyes and let the feeling of Lyarra and Joanna cuddling soothe me off to sleep.
Author's Notes
And now Naraiz has Joanna Lannister... if any of think that this will end with just them then you don't know the way I write fanfics. Or the idea that this is a power fantasy fic as much a self-insert. But other things happened, and next chapter will be a very plot setting up chapter with several big events happening.