The Stag and the Lion

"My cousin is a fool."

Cersei tore her gaze away from the retreating figure of Prince Rhaegar and his close friend, Ser Arthur Dayne the famed Sword of the Morning. She had only heard praise for the prince, how he was so kind and caring, handsome and intelligent, welcoming and composed. Much talk about the prince though was centred around how handsome he was with his long white hair, tall lean figure, and porcelain skin bare of any imperfections. 

However, that was not truly the case. Cersei agreed that the prince's beauty was bordering on the line of divinity and mortal men, but he certainly was not as welcoming nor kind as her ladies-in-waiting said he was. Honestly, at least the dornish knight took the time to send her a subtle nod as he followed the prince.

"Lord Durrandon?" Cersei asked in confusion upon seeing the young lord.

"Lady Lannister." The Durrandon replied with a slight tilt of his head. 

Cersei took a moment to study the lord fully. She had never seen him up close and only heard rumours from the ladies in her circle; unlike Rhaegar though, the Durrandon lord was hardly mentioned. However, three of her ladies-in-waiting, her distant cousin from the Lannisport Lannisters branch, the young lady Brax from Hornvale, and the lady Braxs' cousin-in-law the short blonde cousin from House Farman; talked about the stag lord profusely.

They even called him the stag "prince" and although Cersei did not quite mind as she hardly cared for lofty words. Her other ladies-in-waiting often had to correct the three close friends. But the three were not ones to back down. Instead, they always spoke back and in the end, merely gushed about how handsome the stag lord was with his rugged appearance and raw masculinity.

Cersei was intrigued by their description and the stories. But with how rarely the stag lord was ever mentioned in her circle, she could not truthfully share their sentiment nor be curious of meeting the young lord. Regardless, she did not mind hearing the three talk about the lord's great physique, his short black messy hair, and his hardened gaze—something Lady Brax often mentioned, her cheeks tinged with crimson and a blissful smile playing on her lips as if she were lost in the thought of his commanding presence.

Now though, seeing the young lord in person made Cersei unable to make conversation. Instead, she studied the young lord's face and compared the words of her ladies-in-waiting. The three were not exaggerating at all. The stag prince - as the three took to calling him, regardless of its seditious connotation. The first thing Cersei noticed was how tall the stag prince was. He was not of regular height, no; he was gigantic. 

She herself was considered a bit above average in the height of females, standing at an easy five feet and seven inches, courtesy of her father's genes. But compared to the man in front of her she barely reached his broad shoulders. He towered over her like the towers of Harrenhall. Then there was his striking green eyes that bore into her own. Cersei upon staring back found that she could not avert her gaze. No, the longer she stared the quicker she found her heart beating. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the young lord glanced away for a split second, as if knowing she had gotten lost in his eyes.

'Maybe this happened to other females he talked to.' the voice in Cersei's head said.

"Can I ask what you're doing here?" Lord Durrandon asked her.

Cersei blinked and gasped slightly at the deep voice. Her distant cousin was being truthful when she mentioned how deep and masculine his voice was…

'I remember talking to him during the grand tournament hosted by House Tully!' Lady Lannelle sighed. 'His voice was deep and low, he sounded like a commander even out of a battlefield,' she said dreamfully.

'What do you mean by that?' Cersei questioned.

'Oh, Prince Harrison," Cerissa answered for the dreaming Lannister, "was involved in the civil war of the Stormlands.'

'Ah, the one between the Baratheons and Durrandons.' Her father Tywin had talked about the war quite often. 'What about it though?'

'Cousin, Prince Harrison was one of the commanders in the war!' Lannelle finally answered after having finished her day-dream.

'Truly? You're not jesting with me, cousin?'

'It's true my lady, Lord Harrison." Lady Elissa changed her words when someone passed by. 'Lord Harrison was not even a man of age but he disobeyed his father's orders and disguised himself as Lord Grandison's squire.'

'Lord Grandison didn't mind one bit and even helped,' Cerissa added.

'Then when it came to battle, Prince Harrison revealed himself and led the Grandison forces against the battle for Fawnton, the seat of House Cafferen. It was a long and bloody battle but he won!'

'His uncle Lord Grandison knighted him right then and there because it was through Prince Harrison's plan that won them an out-numbered battle."

"That is very impressive," Cersei nodded with a genuinely impressive look. 'But out-numbered you say? Don't the Cafferens and Grandisons have similar forces?''

Elissa smirked proudly. 'House Fell decided to turn coat and attack the Grandison army from behind. But Prince Harrison, even though he had no prior knowledge, was able to repel the attack so well that they retreated quite quickly.'

'Hence why Prince Harrison is a commander even out of a battlefield!' The three girls whispered proudly.

'They were not lying,' Cersei said in her head before smiling and addressing the young lord. "I was merely going for a walk-"

"Before running into my dear cousin and proceeding to get shut down as if you're a mere commoner?"

Cersei thought she heard the knight beside lord Durrandon snort but she couldn't be sure as she was taken aback by the cold tone the taller man had. She was so shocked that she even missed how he indirectly called her a commoner.

"For that, I apologize, my lady, maybe you'll prefer my company instead?"

The stag lord didn't even give her enough time to reply before Cersei felt him gently intertwine his right arm with her left.

"Say, my lady, will you bless this humble lord with your name?"

The black-haired teen snapped Cersei out of her confusion, allowing her to respond, though not in the way the Durrandon lord had hoped.

"You're very blunt," Cersei replied.

Lord Durrandon laughed, "I get that a lot my lady."

"Well, it's true." Cersei shrugged.

"It's just how I am. I prefer people who are straightforward and don't waste time with half-assed words—apologies for the language."

Cersei couldn't help how her lower jaw fell open in shock at the crass blunt man.

"Apologies accepted?" Cersei responded though it sounded more like a question.

This caused the man to laugh again. "Hah, I like you, my lady, truly a joy to be around. But I must be going now. Let us meet again, shall we?"

Just as before, when he had first intertwined their arms, the Durrandon lord didn't wait for her to respond before walking off and disappearing around the corner of the garden.

AGOT

"So… the Lioness of Casterly Rock?" Benfry Hightower, youngest brother of Lord Baelor Hightower asked his bestfriend. He nudged the taller man's side and wiggled his eyebrow with a joking smile.

"Didn't know you would go for the daughter of Tywin Lannister, seeing as your father refused the marriage between you two. I wonder what your father would say if he finds out."

"My father has a… somewhat complicated relationship with Lord Tywin." 

Benfry hummed. "Your father ever tell you why? You're nine and ten, Harrison! I'm pretty sure that's old enough for him to let you in on the reason."

"He was supposed to tell me on my name day three years ago. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case, so I just stopped caring about it."

"That's unfortunate, but hey, if you're going to court Cersei Lannister, know that you have my blessing."

Harrison laughed, "You're not my father and I do not need your blessing.

"Whatever you say, now come on let's go to the city. I'm craving some roasted duck on a stick!" 

AGOT

"My lady, fancy seeing you here."

Cersei glanced over her shoulder and found the man who had constantly been on her mind ever since yesterday. He looked the same except for the fancy black and yellow doublet he wore. It was different from his attire yesterday which consisted of a casual black tunic with a leather belt and a sheathed blade by his side.

He carried two wine glasses and wore a charming smile as he passed by Lord Velaryon, who was conversing with Lord Rosby. As he approached her, Cersei couldn't help but be mesmerized by his gaze. His eyes locked onto hers, making her shiver—not out of fear, but from nervous anticipation. It was something she wasn't accustomed to, leaving her somewhat disappointed in how easily she was flustered by the stag lord.

This time Cersei was prepared as she curtsied "Lord Durrandon," she replied softly.

"The man chuckled, then offered her the glass he held in his left hand. Cersei took it, her petite fingers circling the stem. They each took a sip, their movements in perfect sync, before leaning on the railing to gaze out at the clear night sky. Cersei took in the cool breeze that gently caressed her face. It carried the faint scent of the sea, a smell she wholeheartedly welcomed. 

The sky was a deep velvet, sprinkled with stars that shimmered like diamonds To Cersei it was a sight that calmed her nerves and relaxed her heartbeat--and the cause of it all right beside her. The moon hung low, casting a soft silver glow over the gardens below. The tranquil atmosphere was soothing, this night was the king of night she felt most at ease in. Something that the Durrandon lord seemed to share when Cersei took the chance to glance over.

"They don't lie about your beauty my lady," the man's deep voice entered her ears.

Cersei's eyes widened and she averted her gaze lest he noticed. Although it seemed that she was too slow he chuckled causing her cheeks to feel warm.

"I thank you, my lord. You're quite dashing yourself," Cersei replied with a teasing smile, hoping to fluster him as he had done to her so many times. But to her slight disappointment, he didn't blush at all. 

"Something wrong my lady?" he asked her upon seeing a slight frown on her face.

"Nothing's wrong, my lord. But tell me, why do you keep calling me 'my lady'?"

"It's because you never gave me your name… my lady." Cersei glanced over, catching the way his smile transformed into a sly smirk, his eyebrow arched in playful teasing.

Cersei arched her eyebrow in return. "My name is Cersei, Cersei Lannister," she smiled with a roll of her eyes.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady," the tall man whispered.

This time Cersei couldn't help as a much larger blush appeared on her face. Hearing the Durrandon lord call her name made her body shiver. It felt right, it felt so right that she didn't want anyone but him to call her by her given name.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Cersei asked, "What about yours, my lord?"

There was no reply, but a moment later, Cersei felt something rest on her hand. She looked down curiously and saw his larger hand covering hers. She watched as he gently guided it away from the railing. Almost without thinking, Cersei turned her body towards him, and in one smooth motion, he bowed slightly, brushing a ghost of a kiss across her knuckles. It was a bold move, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away.

"Harrison, my lady—Harrison Durrandon."

They stared at each other's eyes not wanting to look away. Then as she began to feel hot from his deep gaze, Cersei excused herself, extracting her hand from his. 

"I must get going; my father will be wondering where I am now that the banquet is winding down." Cersei curtsied and left briskly. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her breathing was fast.

"Till we meet again, Cersei." Cersei thought she heard him say. But when she looked back he was already gone as if he was a ghost.

AGOT

"Someone looks like they had a much more enjoyable night than I," Benfry chuckled as Harrison drew close after finishing his talk with Cersei.

They were one of the few still in the room—one of the few young men—who weren't ready to return to their rooms just yet. The night was still young after all and both of them had plenty of energy to exert.

"What else should we do?" Harrison murmured as he finished his wine before giving it to a passing servant.

"I don't know about you but I think that pretty lady over there is sending glances my way." 

Harrison subtly followed Benfry's gaze and saw a brunette staring lustfully at the Hightower. "Isn't that one of Lord Tyrell's sisters?"

"Hmm but for tonight she's mine. I'll see you tomorrow." Without a second longer Harrison watched with a small smile as Benfry guided the young lady out.

Not even a second later, just as Benfry and his 'friend' left the hall. A young woman took Benfry's place and with a flirtatious smile, subtly rubbed her hand across Harrison's arm. "And what about you my lord? I see your friend has left you all alone… why don't you let me keep you company?"

Harrison's smile curved into a smirk as he wrapped his arm around the blonde, pulling her close to his side. He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. "Hmm, a fine idea, my lady, for I'm not accustomed to the cold of an empty bed."

The blonde giggled and pushed herself deeper into the young lord's side, letting him guide her out of the room and through the halls until they reached the part of the castle reserved for the more distinguished guests—such as the Lord Paramounts and other honoured guests.

It did not take long once they returned to Harrison's room. "After you, my lady," he whispered, entering the room right behind her; the sight of her swaying rump under her tight red dress making his member harden. Quickly, without looking, Harrison kicked the door close, locking it.

It did not take a second longer before Harrison pulled the lady to him, feeling how her ass rubbed against his manhood. "Hmm," he hummed, trailing small kisses on her exposed neck. "You seem familiar, my lady. Do I know you?"

"Lannelle Lannister, my lord," she whispered, her ass grinding shamelessly against him. "We talked briefly during the tournament hosted by Lord Tully~" she moaned when Harrison bit her ear.

"Ah, the little lion that couldn't help but touch me so shamelessly. Well, if you've forgotten—which I doubt you have," Harrison chuckled, "my name is Harrison Durrandon. A pleasure to meet you." Before Lannelle could reply, Harrison spun her around and kissed her fiercely.

Their mouths moved in sync as they craved each other's touch. Harrison groaned as he felt Lannelle's hand rub his member. In return, he grabbed her breast from over her dress and squeezed.

Harrison pulled back rather reluctantly. "Let's take this off shall we?" he whispered.

Lannelle moaned in agreement as Harrison's hand slipped behind her, delivering a firm spank to her rear. Her moan drew a chuckle from the young stag as he reached up to untie the laces at the back of her dress. When the fabric loosened, she shimmied out of it with Harrison's help, letting it pool on the cold floor.

"So beautiful~" Harrison said with a growl, "and it's all for me."

"All yours, my lord," Lannelle purred, but her words turned into a gasp as the ground vanished beneath her. In the next instant, she found herself sprawled on the soft cushion of the bed.

"Hmm, so strong and aggressive," Lannelle smirked as she looked up at Harrison with smouldering eyes, watching as he shrugged off his doublet, revealing the chiselled planes of his chest---the result of training daily---and sculpted abs.

Lannelle didn't have time to study him further as the stag lord crawled up the bed hovering over her body as he gazed at her lustfully. Then with his right hand, he gently grabbed her breast and pinched the peak, making her moan and arch her back to rub against his groin.

"Moan for me, little lioness," Harrison growled huskily. "But wait, you're no lioness, are you?" He bit her bottom lip briefly before his lips traced a hot path of kisses to her cheek and then to her ear, where he whispered with a wicked edge, "When you're with me, you're nothing but a whimpering kitten, isn't that right?"

"Yes! Oh, yes, my lord---I'm your little kitten!"

Harrison pressed his mouth to hers once more, his hand kneading her breast as he teased her erect buds, enjoying the way she writhed beneath him. Then with his tongue, he traced the edges of her lips, coaxing them to part, and when they did he eagerly explored her mouth, savouring every taste.

"Such a good kitten aren't you?" Harrison whispered huskily.

Lannelle didn't respond with words, only with moans as she willingly surrendered to Harrison's ravishing touch and hot kisses. The young stag's hands roamed everywhere---his lips doing the same---as if he owned her entire body, a claim she was more than happy to grant. He kneaded her breasts, teasing her erect buds with expert precision, before trailing his hands down her sides with light tickling touches. His fingers then slid down her stomach to the inside of her thighs where they finally paused at her wet core, inciting a gasp from her.

"Hmm, so wet for me~" Harrison breathed into her ear, his voice low and teasing. "You crave me, don't you?"

Lannelle nodded delusionally and rubbed her nether regions against his hand. "Not quite yet, kitten," Harrison murmured as he moved down, his fingers teasingly slipping beneath her modest coverings.

"What... what are you doing, my lord?" Lannelle's breath hitched as something foreign grazed her most sensitive spot. A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips, "Harrison!" she gasped, her hand instinctively moving down, her fingers tangling in Harrison's unruly black locks.

"Shh, let me taste you," Harrison whispered, his breath warm against Lannelle's skin as his tongue probed and teased the entrance of her maidenhood. "So sweet," he murmured, his voice low and dark, as he trailed his tongue along her inner thigh while slowly making his way to her intimate place.

Lannelle whimpered and gasped, her body quivering at the intensity of the new sensation. It was so unlike anything she had ever experienced before, far surpassing the pleasure she felt when using her digits to please herself. Waves of ecstasy rippled through her, relentless and overwhelming, sending spikes of pleasure coursing through her body without break. The experience was intoxicating, a potent mix of vulnerability and desire Lannelle never thought she would experience.

"Yes... please, don't stop!" Lannelle squealed, her voice trembling with urgency as her fingers grabbed the back of Harrison's head, urging him closer as her body arched toward him, craving more of the intoxicating sensation.

Harrison smiled internally at the young woman whose soft moans were growing more desperate and vocal with each passing moment. He hadn't even used his unnatural talent and yet Lannelle was already a quivering mess. He wondered what would happen if he decided to indulge Lannelle with his talent, a talent that never once failed to leave his previous lovers trembling and breathless. Harrison was unsure where he had learned it, but the results were always the same—complete and utter surrender.

Harrison smirked as his lips hovered just above Lannelle's quivering maidenhood, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive flesh. "Get ready now~" he whispered, relishing the way she trembled. He first began with a teasing flick of his tongue against the entrance of her hole, indulging in the first hint of her sweetness.

His lips barely parted, forming the shapes of words with precision so accurate that it sent shivers through Lannelle's body. Harrison's tongue flicked and vibrated, grazing her wet folds with a grace only a serpent could attain. What started with whispers became hisses as he hissed syllable after syllable that pulsed against her nether region. The vibrations teased Lannelle's most intimate places with an almost otherworldly sensitivity.

The language of the serpent, Harrison called it, for whenever he whispered, the words came out as soft, rhythmic hisses that vibrated deep within Lannelle's core, making her tremble with the overwhelming sensation it stirred. It wasn't soon before the chamber which was once filled with moans, was accompanied by the sound of his hissing intertwining with Lannelle's mounting moans, each moan growing louder and louder until a cry of pure ecstasy and relief erupted from the exhausted woman.

"Oh, Harry!~Yes, just like that!" Lannelle gasped, her voice trembling as her body tensed in euphoric surrender, her inner walls pulsing as waves of warm juices cascaded through her.

Harrison paused, his assault coming to an end as he watched Lannelle's sweet nectar escape out in rhythmic waves, each pulse sending a fresh wave of warmth across her trembling form. The flow gradually subsided, leaving the young woman twitching in bed with half-lidden eyes with a dazed lustful smile.

He smiled to himself, admiring his little kitten's exhausted sight before him. "You look absolutely beautiful, my dear," he chuckled, brushing a stray lock of her blonde hair from her flushed face. 

Harrison sat there for a bit, just watching the young lioness. But when he felt his desire burning he stood up to loosen the tie on his trousers. only to notice Lannelle's breathing slowing down and her body relaxing into the sheets. Harrison frowned as he realized with a groan that she was utterly exhausted and wouldn't be able to help him with his relief. 

"Damn it," he grumbled, running a hand through his hair. "So much for my relief."