Night activities

(MC PoV)

"Lady Lysa what are you doing here my lady and at this hour?"

She did not answered and instead forcefully entered my room, sat on my bed then started to cry.

Damn it ...I feel like a jark for making her cry. So I gave her a warm hug. Hmm... The smell of rose coming from her hair.

When she stopped crying I asked her again, "What is it ? my lady you can speak to me."

Then she explained to me about her sexual life and difficulty she is having. She told me that John Arryn could not even last 3 minutes and most the time he couldn't even get his member stand. She told me that she worked really hard but her old lord husband can't actually satisfy her. She told her father that too, but the answer she got is that until she births an hair for John Arryn she will have to do her duty.

I don't blame John Arryn, He is old. Old enough to be her grandfather. Or he might already have problem in his lower region in the first place. I know that John Arryn already married Twice before. But those marriage was not very fruitful. Thus after hearing from Lysa It is confirmed why John Arryn did not married again when he was still young.

And technically he wouldn't take Lysa as his wife he didn't have to, And to my belief that Lord Hoster forced him to marry her. Lord Arryn is in my opinion the most honorable man. He is no Walder Fray. I shouldn't have saved Hoster in the first place.

But this revelation made my Head spin.

I looked at Lysa, As a young woman, Lysa is apparently extremely beautiful, with thick auburn hair, blue eyes and a slender figure.

But is when she grew older and would weathered by her experiences, Lysa would become thick-bodied due to several miscarriages and stillbirths that she would be suffering.

Lysa is very sweet and kind to me, she is shy and nervous and delicate as a girl, tending towards fits of giggles and nervous silences, very different from Janna Tyrell. Lysa is apparently a little weak minded person, thus it gives others the chance to manipulate her or mock her.

But despite knowing the kind of Fate is waiting for her !! I feel guilty because I'm the one that convinced her to marry lord Arryn in this timeline and now if I reject her again. she would definitely get exploited by Baelish in the future.

Not on my watch, Because I kinda like this girl, She Acts just like one of my junior in the highschool that had a crush on me. She ones gave me a love letter. But I had to reject her because I already had a girlfriend. I miss my old world and my family and my friends And her.

(Sigh) I can guess why Lysa is here at hour in my room. But... how can I betray the man who treated me so kindly and gave me his trust? Not just trust He wants me to command his forces in the upcoming battle. Me who is just a hedge knight/ singer.

But I already rejected Lysa ones but if I refuse her again it could backfire on me. She would hate me for this and might blame me for her unfortunate fate. Who knows she might want to take revenge later for the rejection.

But looking at Lysa's crying face my heart bleeding. How can I refuse such a beautiful thing.

In the canon she suffered pregnancies, miscarriages and stillbirths. Thus, with several traumatic experience she would become a Harpy like creature. And just imagining her like that is enough to make me shiver.

But her becoming a mad woman is actually not her fault. She is a victim of the society and the family she is born into.

If what she told is true, then the Sweet Robin was not actually John Arryns, But a product of little finger.

But I don't blame either of them, Because it's the society that has the problems and it made them who they are.

And the last conclusion is that John Arryns 'Seed is not that Strong'.

I know how funny that sounds, but what can I say ? if I remember correctly then those words were last thing he spoke before dying in a fever. And the main reason Eddard Stark lost head in a most dramatic Way.

Maybe John Arryn known that his wife have affairs with Baelish. And didn't care because of his duty running the seven kingdoms and dealing with politics. And Roberts expensive tourney and feasts. Or he was just too afraid to expose them because it will permanently terminate his reputation as well. Because reputation and honor is the only thing he has, Now that none of his family member is alive.

Damn it... I'm too much thinking about the future.

But I would still like to avoid fucking Lysa if possible. Because Alban told me that all of my children have the same eyes and physical traits of me except for the hair color. And I don't want to risk the lives of my children in hands of her!!! It might be a little odd thing to say but her mental health is very fragile.

I asked Lysa, " Alright my lady, have you taken Moon tea ?" She thought for a moment and gave me a nod, well that's good, "Before we do this I like tell you something that I did not told anyone yet. I believe after hearing it you will change your mind."

I explained her that I'm not the knight in shining armor that she thinks I am. I told her that I have already fucked dozen of women over the span of Three years. Though none of them was a whore, (And the reason behind this until now because I don't want any of my baby to grow up in a brothel). I explained her How different each of those women's were in beauty and personality. Also the reasons that I had to fuck them. Though I didn't tell her about everyone.

After giving her some of my juicy fuck story, I watched Her expression, And saw it changed quite a few times. I gave her the time to think things clearly. I tell that just by looking the shocking revelation shocked her greatly and she became deadly silent.

After ten minutes later I asked her, " Well, my lady after knowing the kind of a man I am. Do you still want commit this treasonous crime with man like me ? And tell me do you still love me like you did before?"

I observed her expression and I can tell that, gone the naive woman she was few minutes ago. It think I've shattered her dream just by telling my playboy nature and that immediately made her more mature.

She stood up from my bed and came in front of me with a resolved expression, that made me confused, I thought she would leave my room crying.

She spoke, " I do ."

What? did I hear that clearly ? " Perdon me my lady, could you repeat that ?"

She spoke , " I do Ser. I still love you."

I replied, " It is not love my Lady. it's called lust"

She told me, " Both are same thing for me and I still want you."

Huh? I asked her again, " Despite knowing that what kind of a unfaithful man I am ?"

She replied with deep breath, " Yes Alan, I still do, Yes the thing about your relationship with other womens do upsets me. But I'm not a clean person myself. Despite knowing me quite well, you never showed disgust. The kindness and comfort and advice I found from you is what kept me alive or I would have already thrown myself in the River the day you told me that you can't take me far away. But you promised that one day when John Arryns dies that I would have the power to be with whomever I want. That is the only thing still kept me going, And believing that if I endure this, than I can be with you. But I don't know when that time will come. And your going to war again two days later,

What if i never see you again. Your the person only person that still want me to feel happy and want to make me smile."

God... this chick really have mental health issues, that is the only thing my modern self screaming. But warrior inside of me just just saying fuck the consequences and do the did. And if some good fucking could keep her mentally stable then that works too.

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(3rd person POV)

The Lady's face is fair and bright and easy to look upon, her eyes are like rich a blue sapphire, as blue as the sky of the countryside. She is a youthful bride, selected for the a Lord to breed heirs; but alas, he is too busy with politics instead of his wife. She is far from virgin, but has not yet born children and is still fit and tight.

She is berobed only in a thin, silken evening gown that clings to her curvaceous body, leaving very little to the imagination as to what lush wonders lay beneath. Her beautiful, full and pendulous breasts can be seen straight through the regal garment; her nipples always slightly erect from rubbing against the smooth cloth. Long, glowing, auburn hair flows elegantly over her dainty shoulders, concealing their nudity in a flirtatious manner.

The young lady herself no longer relaxes her healthy appetite for orgasm; she turns her sights on the handsome, well built Knight for more engaging pleasure. Because her Lord husband can't actually satisfy her.

she could feel her body flush with lust at the sight of the handsome, dark haired Knight; her cheeks are aglow with bright joy. "My dear, there was no need to rouge for me," he joked from behind a dimpled smile.

With one gentle kiss of his lips, and with his powerful hands grasping her shoulders tightly, the lady feels an overwhelming passion growing hot between her thighs. Lust drunken, she fiercely strips the brawny Knight of his doublet and hose, leaving him naked and all of his physical charm displayed. He is powerfully built with a flat belly, broad chest, and a muscular back made strong bearing arms gallantly into battle. The lady knew he was skilled in all manner of weaponry, but was most impressed with the way he uses the club a 'dangle between his legs.

"My dear Lysa, I you can relax now, I'll take care of the rest," He says charmingly as he works loose the knot in her gown. Her naked breasts, heavy and full, fall free from the cloth, and she feeds him her plump pink nipples. A cold draft kisses their bare skin and chases the couple into the warmth of the bed.

Now, nestled warmly amongst fur and abreast the tender glow of a fire, the pair coo like turtle doves and cast shadows of their passion on the clammy, grey, stone walls. "What a wondrous weapon you possess, sir," the lady complemented before taking him into her moist mouth. She polishes his length with care, and with as much detail as an attendant would give the royal scepter. The knight's toes curl as he watches the Lady make love to his swelling dirk. She wraps her glossy lips tightly around his girth; the cupping and twisting motions of her hands drive him into a wild frenzy.

The lady has felt the warmth of the Knight's lips over every inch of her body, and now she longs for him to explore her most sacred and neglected region. He pushes his face deep inside her red Venetian forest, and inhales her deeply... as if he had stepped outside for breath of fresh air; his tongue, rapidly thrashes her royal pink hood. She pumps her hips, feeding him her swelling lips. Muscles ripple in his powerful back; the Ladys delights at seeing such a powerful man obediently pleasing her for once.

Suddenly... her voice leaves her; just as a group of startled sparrows bursts instantly from a tree towards the sky, and she can't inhale nor exhale. A shock surges through her body and electrifies her cunt. All of her pinned-up frustration and tempestuous lust leaves her at once, just as a fierce storm suddenly breaks, the sun peaks from behind frilly clouds, and calmness ensues.

Her gentleman lover climbs atop her, he is instantly overcome by the warmth of her bare skin against his, their sweat lubricating them as they start to slide against one another in a thrilling erotic dance. She is relieved and satisfied at having not an overweight selfish pig astride her, but a powerful, sinewy, stallion of a man. She wraps her naked, lily-white Thighs around his hips and whispers, "take me like the Heathens do their women." There is a look of lust and desire in her eyes.

"Oh...oh...ohh," she moans as he slides his swollen bell deep inside her; she relishes at every inch of him, rising and falling like a butter churn within her. Their tongues dart in and out of each other's hot mouths with sword like flashing. His powerful genitals, glistening with sticky white glee, smash into her delicate body; the bed posts rattle and clatter with such a row, that it is a mystery how the coitus remains undiscovered by the members of the castle.

Soon the two impassioned lovers come crashing down. The knight feels a seismic energy surging through his body. He presses his face into the deep, sweaty valley between her heaving tits, and lets out a searing battle cry of a roar. The chamber is then filled with a sudden and comforting hush. Orange light ebbs in fantastic, throbbing waves across the dull masonry. Silence is broken only when the fire crackles, sending sprites spiraling into the room.

The lady knows that her lord husband is very busy with meetings ; and so the pair passes the night safe in each other's embrace, gently exchanging soft fluttering kisses.

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MC PoV

Two days later our preparation is complete and the army is ready to march. Robert took the lead and gone at the head of troops.

I wanted to go him but Lord Arryn stopped me. So I had to wait, apparently Lord Arryn and Hoster Tully is not joining the battle. instead both Lord is going to stay here at Riverrun. I saw Eddard gave his pregnant wife farewell.

Then Lord Arryn came to ask me one last time, " Why are you refusing to lead the knights of the Vale? None of my bannermen ever spoke bad about you. Your leadership skills are better than even Robert."

I replied, " I thank you for that my Lord, I truly do. Leading your forces is highest honor in Vale. But Robert will be facing at least three of the Kingsguards. He might have the strength to kill ten foot soldiers in a moment. But facing the Kingsguards is totally different matter, Because they are all good at what they do. If he's dead then this Rebellion will be meaningless after the war. He needs protection on the battlefield and who is better than me for the work?"

John Arryn laughed, " You certainly have way with your words, Ser duncan the tall would be jealous of you. And Yes please protect him with best of your ability Ser. Ned and Robert is the only son that l have."

I replied, " I will my Lord, I will. I'm the knight of that Rebel King after all. And keeping him alive is one of my top priority as well."

Then I gave to two of my subordinates the signal. "Claw, Hale we are leaving". Before I tell my horse to start running but imidiatly I had to stop because I heard female voice calling me from behind. she ran straight here from the castle. Then I saw she talked to her husband for some kind permission. then she came to me and gave me her hand made favor. I looked at the direction of Lord Arryn and he just gave a nod and thus I took the handkerchief and thanked Lysa.

She spoke," Please be victorious Ser Alan Winters. I'll pray for you, Return safe." as she spoke tears started fall from her.

I couldn't look at her face, So gave her a quick farewell.

I wonder, should I kill Ser Barristan selmy if I face him in the trident, or just defeating him is enough?