#Tyland x Elayna

[queen--kenobi]

SCREAMING AND CRYING I got both my commissions from @felrija back, and y'all!!! I cannot express how much I love them, these are both absolutely perfect. They are absolutely gorgeous and just... exactly what I pictured

I cannot get over how in love Tyland looks with Elayna in the first one, and the second one is just !!! Oh I love how both Elayna and Cerelle look, and how they're looking at each other and I just !!!!!!!! Thank you so much

I put the reference photos under the cut so y'all can see how amazing these are. Genuinely I cannot express how perfect they are and how much I love them I literally want to frame them

[lady--elayna]

Okay but Elayna and Tyland getting into a fight in the modern AU when Elayna gets her memories back

"You never loved me!" Elayna spits. She intends for the words to be venom, but they come out open wounds. "You loved what I could do for you! You loved what I would do! You loved the fact I lo- I cared about you!"

Tyland watches her, unmoving from his seat on the edge of the bed. His hands remain on his thighs.

"Are you quite done?"

Elayna laughs.

"Fuck you. Don't you fucking hide from me. Not now. I've seen you, the real you."

"If you had, you would know what you said was a lie." His mask breaks for a second.

"Is it, though? Because you don't do anything without looking at the future, at getting what you want."

Tyland sighs.

"Do you want honesty? Or do you want to be angry?"

Elayna almost recoils. Tyland shifts. He seems almost in pain, as if he doesn't want to speak but feels compelled. He must be. Being open after hiding who he really was from everyone must hurt. His fingers twitch.

"You're partially right. At first, that was the goal. I saw in you what I needed. I needed a good wife, one who was devoted and smart. One who could play the game without getting both of us caught." Tyland breathes through his nose. "I thought I would like you enough to do my duties as your husband. I didn't think I'd love you."

His admission makes her skip and then double beat.

"I knew I was more fond of you than I should be. You took me by surprise." Tyland purses his lips. "I didn't realize how fo- that I loved you until you came back married to Aemond." He moves his hand to his hair, running his fingers through it before bunching it at the back. He drops his hand. He shakes his head. "Tymon was not the only Lannister upset."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It wouldn't have mattered. Nothing could be done." His lips curl. "Aemond also would have had my head. That would have complicated things."

[hotd-bigbang]

Like a Cigarette (Drag Out, Never Quit)

Author: @queen--kenobi | Artist: @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Rating: Explicit | Pairing(s): Tyland Lannister x OFC | Word count: 10,317

Warnings: Major character death, Grief/Mourning, Five Stages of Grief, AngstAngst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Porn, Smut, Praise Kink, References to Depression, Postpartum Depression, Aemond is dead before the story begins, Voyeurism, Dubious Consent

Summary: When the Greens realized Rhaenyra invaded King's Landing, Elayna, Aemond's wife and mother of his children, was among those who fled. Not trusting Larys, Elayna had made a plan with Tyland Lannister should the worst ever occur.

Seven months later, freshly widowed Elayna and Tyland return to King's Landing. The pair of Westerlanders grew close in the intervening months, making many wonder what happened. King Aegon II decides to see for himself exactly how close the pair became.

Read on AO3.

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

(@queen--kenobi) I am humbling presenting Daenys + (or x) Elayna sheerly because I think it'd be funny to torture Tyland that way

Oh, you mean The Brat Pack???? Brat²???? The women who will make sure Tyland never knows peace ever again a single day in his life?????????/

NGL, Daenys is not a huge fan of sharing, but if its funny enough & it gets her fucked stupid Daenys will definitely indulge Elayna (up to a point at least). Also, my rough guestimation is that she would probably be hanging around Daenys & Tyland's oldest kid, so honestly, Daenys would probably like her just on the principle of being in her daughter's circle of people she likes keeping around. She's pretty easy to please that way--if someone she cares about likes you then you're cool as far as Daenys is concerned. So she'd probably see Elyana maybe not as a daughter so much, as someone she can, like, mentor in the ways of tormenting people in a sexy way. Catch them discussing how to best manipulate a situation to get what they want like

Granted, they aren't always going about things in the same way, but the ideas are there & they're both on their "I'm here to get what I want" grindset & there's some overlap in the methods behind the madness. But where Elayna is more girlboss, Daenys is more girlfailure (soft girlfailure, but it's still there. It's the energy of girlfailure).

I am fairly certain that any time Tyland walks into Daenys's apartments & sees Elayna there he just turns right back around & walks out if he can do so without being spotted. He's not here to be an object lesson, lmao. This shit's gonna give him a headache & Daenys is gonna use Elayana's crush on him to get bent over the nearest table instead of just asking like a normal person???????? Because apparently going "woe is me, you will leave me for a younger model I'm definitely not discussing manipulation tactics with as a hobby" is easier than just asking???? (he's into Daenys's scheme, don't worry, he just needs to point out the obvious real quick) Also, Aemma/ Daenys's oldest daughter is definitely getting huffy about her mom "stealing" her friend instead of hanging out with her own friend

[queen--kenobi]

Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

Ty for the tag @patchmates !!!!!!

So. I'm gonna do two because I've got both a SFW and NSFW one going hehehe

(Putting tags up here: @emilykaldwen @baba-fett @ewanmitchellcrumbs @huramuna @lya-dustin @selfproclaimedunicorn and anyone else who might want to!)

Tylands nods. He seems content with her answer. He leans back in his desk chair, lacing his hands as he does so and placing them in his lap.

"How is your dad?"

For the NSFW

Tyland inhales sharply as Elayna moves her hand slowly up his thigh. She drags her nails lightly over the fabric of his swim trunks and moves closer towards him, nestling into his side. Tyland’s eyes go dark as he looks at her.

Elayna tilts her head up. She pauses when her lips are centimeters from his, so close if he were to just lean down the slightest bit, he could kiss her. His blue eyes focus on the curve of her lips. Elayna smirks.

"You can touch me, you know." She breathes. She takes hold of his hand and places it on her thigh, pressing his palm into the space just below the ties of her bikini.

[queen--kenobi]

9. "It would be a scandal if they knew how often I think of you." for elayna reyne

Courting Prompts

Also tagging @mekaylynn since you asked for this one as well! I'm so sorry this took me ages to fill sdsdsd

Even from her spot tucked away in the gardens, Elayna hears the sounds of the feast. She closes her eyes for a moment. The night air feels blessedly cool, easing the warmth from her skin. She inhales slowly, trying her best to steady her breathing.

She enjoys these events. Elayna truly does. More often than not, she finds herself in the middle of the crowd, making people laugh or dancing. She refuses to stop until her feet hurt, and even then, she never strays far away from the action. She always wakes up after with her throat hoarse from talking and giggling.

She hates tonight feels different. An acrid, bitter taste lingers on her tongue. No matter how much wine she drinks or food she eats, it won't go away. It amplifies the agitation in her bones and muscles, causes her entire body to feel pulled tight like a bow string. Her jaw hurts from how hard she clenches it, baring down on her own teeth and tongue to the point of pain. She tries to swallow the irritation, but it only serves to make it worse.

Elayna huffs. She opens her eyes. She glares up at the night sky, not because it wronged her but simply because it's there. She glowers at the darkness above her. Her hands fists at her sides, fingers angrily digging into the material of her skirts.

“Elayna! There you are!”

Elayna blinks. She slowly lowers her head. Her scowl eases, slowly transforming into a soft smile despite herself. Tyland makes his way towards her, his face slightly flush but no stumble in his steps.

“Having fun?” She tries to keep her voice even. Elayna's mood sits on the knife's edge between sour and relieved. She reminds herself Tyland isn't the source of her agitation.

“Mmmhhmm. Much.” Tyland stops once he reaches her. He considers the column beside the bench she sits on and carefully leans against it, bracing himself on one forearm before deciding to lean against it fully. “I would be having a better time if you were in there with us.”

Elayna sniffs.

“I merely needed some air is all.”

“You disappeared without a word.” He frowns. A note of genuine hurt creeps into his voice. Irritation sweeps through her. What does he have to be hurt about?

“I would have thought your new friend would have kept you appraised.”

Elayna turns her head away. Her anger turns inward as soon as she speaks, the bitter feeling double crossing her. She hates this. She should be better than this. She shouldn't let petty jealousy get under her skin in such a manner.

“My new friend?” Seven bless him, Tyland does seem genuinely confused. He blinks. The hurt frown shifts to a pinched look. “I don't- oh! No. No! I wouldn’t call her my friend. She...” He pauses. Elayna bites her tongue. If she were in a forgiving mood, him losing his train of thought for a second would be endearing.

“She seems to think you're friends.” Elayna picks at a stray thread on her dress. Tyland shakes his head.

“No. She...” He pauses. “Do you mind if I sit?”

Elayna shakes her head. Wordlessly, she scoots over on the bench. Tyland settles in beside her. He isn't exactly graceful with it, the wine clearly beginning to take hold.

“I knew her growing up. I never... I never cared for her but was polite. All she ever wanted was Jason's attention. When she didn't get that, she tried for mine. I was more than relieved when I heard she had been married off.”

“Oh.” Her anger subsides slowly. She tries to ignore the sense of foolishness creeping over her. “I see.” She tilts her head, an errant thought crossing her mind. Perhaps the wine has gotten to her as well because she can't stop herself. “If she is married, why was she so. Overtly familiar with you?”

Tyland shrugs.

“Sometimes I think people mistake my politeness for gullibility.” A dark edge creeps into his tone. “Or they believe Jason's stupidity to be mine as well.”

Elayna snorts. “If they bothered to actually pay attention, they would see that's not the case.” Tyland makes a small noise. Elayna turns her head to look at him fully. “If it helps, I don't think you stupid. I know you're very smart.”

Without letting herself think about it, Elayna reaches out and gently touches his hand. She means it as a gesture of comfort, nothing more and nothing less. Her heart doesn't get the memo, skipping a few beats.

She expects him to recoil or pull away, but Tyland doesn't. Instead, he almost absent-mindedly slips his fingers through hers. Tyland hums. A quiet, almost far away look slips across his face. After a moment, he comes back to himself. He blinks and turns to face her.

“She isn't a threat. You are aware of that. Aren't you?”

“I'm not sure I follow.” Elayna clears her throat in an attempt to suppress a giggle suddenly threatening to rise out of her chest. Tyland watches her.

“It would be a scandal if they knew how often I think of you.”

All of the air leaves Elayna's lungs at once. She stares at him, eyes wide. The low timbre of his voice stirs a fire within her, causing her thighs to clench together ever so slightly. Her lips part slightly. Tyland’s eyes gravitate towards her lips.

“How often is that?” Her breath hitches mid-sentence. She leans towards him a little bit, helplessly drawn in. Her head spins but not from the wine. Tyland’s eyes move up from her lips to her eyes.

“Daily.” He murmurs.

Her heart beat thrums through her entire body. She swallows.

“I think of you too often.” She confesses. Elayna holds onto the boldness prompting her to speak. “Daily. Nightly.”

Tyland’s eyes go wide at her words. He inhales sharply. She watches his throat bob. Elayna wants to trace the lines of his neck with her tongue. She's so close to him she could if she truly desired.

The sound of laughter snaps both of them out of their reverie. Elayna pulls away first, head turning to see who exactly might be coming their way. Tyland stays still for a moment, a slightly dazed look on his face.

“We... we should go back.” Elayna states after a moment. “We don't want people to worry.”

“We should.”

Neither of them move. Elayna realizes Tyland has yet to let go of her hand.

“I...” Elayna inhales. “Or. Ummm. I have needed a bit to recover so perhaps. Perhaps instead you assist me to my chambers?”

“Assist you to- oh. Yes. Yes, I want to. I want to do that. Just to make sure you make it alright since you were out here for quite a bit of time.”

Elayna smiles softly.

“Shall we then?”

[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober Day Seventeen: Biting

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: sooooo technically this has no sex but the not sex is sex? Biting and blood play are on the table because this has vampire!Elayna

Elayna noses the side of Tyland’s neck. His pulse jumps. His heart beats faster, reverberating in his rib cage, and Elayna’s eyes roll back as the sensation travels from his chest to hers. She tastes the spike of arousal thick on her tongue and flooding her nostrils. Underneath the bermagont and mint, he smells musky. She inhales deeply.

“You smell good.” 

Her lips brush against his skin with every word. Tyland’s breath catches for a moment. Elayna's gums itch. He's making it hard not to sink her fangs into him. She wants to taste not just his blood on her tongue but his ecstacy, the high of his orgasm. The worst part is he doesn't know his mere reactions are driving her towards a frenzy.

“We cannot.” Tyland manages a composed tone tinged with a bit of worry. The fact he holds it together despite the arousal seeping from him causes Elayna to squirm. It takes a moment for his words to sink in, but when they do, they pull her back to the present.

He's right. Elayna closes her eyes. Tyland is right; they cannot. Her fingers dig into his doublet anyway. If they were to get caught, it would be a scandal. Besides, even if they could, it's dangerous right now. She could hurt him easily. Elayna should go back to her food and away from here, away from him. 

“I don't want to go.” Elayna murmurs. The words fall from her mouth unbidden. 

“You and I both know if you don't go now...” He trails off. Tyland wants this, she knows he does. She still smells his arousal.

“What if we do?” His pulse speeds up at her word. “I want this. I want you.” 

Elayna noses the side of his neck again. His pulse jumps underneath her lips. Seven be good, she can almost taste him on her tongue. Tyland exhales, and the slight shakiness of his breath makes her lips curl. She follows her impulse and presses a kiss to the side of his neck. 

“Please.”

Elayna can't help her triumphant smirk. Tyland’s heart actually skips a beat. His breath catches, she hears it and feels it where their chests meet. Whether or not he realizes it, she's already won. Tyland almost subconsciously tilts his head a little to give her more room. 

“Just this once.”

They both know it won't be just this one time. Still, Elayna nods. 

“Just this one.”

Elayna settles her lips on his neck. He tenses. She kisses the spot she's chosen, where his blood truly sings to her, in order to relax him. She gets it; everyone expects pain.

“Breathe for me.”

Tyland does. Elayna slowly sinks her fangs into his neck. He stiffens in her hold for a second, no doubt from the pain. She squeezes his bicep sympathetically. If her mouth weren't full, she'd tell him she knows, she gets it. However, Elayna can't. If she pulls away now, it'll hurt more when she goes back. 

When his blood hits her tongue, Elayna's eyes nearly roll back into her head. Fuck. Tyland tastes even better than he smells. She pulls him closer with a hand between his shoulder blades, fingers splayed. Tyland’s breathing changes, going from short and shallow to half breathes. Tyland brings one hand up to the back of her head. His fingers hesitantly thread through her hair. A pleased growl eminates from Elayna, and the spike of arousal in his blood makes her dig her fangs in deeper.

It isn't long before the grip on her hair tightens. The slight sting brings Elayna back to the present, and she opens her eyes. 

“Elayna. Enough.” Tyland’s voice drops an octave. Elayna grunts. She hears the command in his tone, but the thought of letting go now hurts. Tyland tugs on her hair a little more harshly. She pulls away with a displeased noise. Blood runs in small rivulets down her chin. Tyland’s eyes are wide, pupils blown out. 

“Why did you stop me?” She fights to keep the whine out of her voice. “I wasn't anywhere near hurting you.”

Elayna knows why. If she had kept on any longer, any and all sense of decorum between them would have evaporated. Still. She wants to hear it from him. Absent-mindedly, she brings her fingers up to her chin and collects what's there. Elayna cleans her fingers, slipping each one into her mouth with a soft pop and licking the blood from them. 

Tyland sighs her name. “We cannot. I should not have even indulged you to begin with.” Despite the harshness of his words, a slight tinge of regret creeps into them. 

“Tell me. Tell me to go, and I shall, no questions asked.” Elayna searches his eyes, although she isn't sure for what. Tyland swallows. The motion causes a small bead of blood to well up on his neck. Elayna's eyes instantly focus on that point. 

“Tell me to go, and I will.” Elayna reiterates. Tyland inhales, closing his eyes. He exhales slowly and deliberately. Elayna's own breath catches in her throat as she waits for his answer. While she doesn't think he wants her to go, she worries he might tell her to for both of their sake. The battle plays out on his face. Eventually, he opens his eyes. 

“Just this once.”

“Just this once.” Elayna echoes, the lie slipping between her teeth. She knows it isn't for her but for him. Once was never an option, only never or always. 

Perhaps, Elayna muses as she lowers her head back down, never wasn't even an option in the first place. 

[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober Day Thirty One: Aftercare

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: depictions of dom drop, lots of feeling, NSFT (PiV, implied BDSM)

Elayna watches Tyland through half-lidded eyes. As the endorphins slowly settle in, she assesses him silently. He's quiet, quieter than normal. Tyland comes back into the room with a wash cloth. The damp rag makes Elayna sigh with relief, the water blessedly cool against her skin. She keeps her eyes trained on him. 

When Tyland’s fingers brush against one of the bruises on her inner thigh, his expression falls. A look of pure guilt crosses his face. Elayna grunts and pushes herself into an upright position.

“Hey.” She keeps her voice low and soft. Despite this, Tyland doesn't look at her. Instead, he wipes the inside of her thighs, gaze forward but not necessarily looking at her.

“Hey, Tyland. Look at me.”

It takes her grabbing his wrist to make him look at her. Elayna sighs. His expression confirms everything; a mix of guilt and sadness on his face. She shuffles awkwardly forward and places one hand on his cheek. Tyland leans into her touch. His eyes close for the briefest of seconds. 

“Hey. You didn't hurt me, okay?”

Tyland opens his eyes. 

“But I did.” His gaze pointedly flicks to the bruises on her. Elayna shakes her head. 

“No, I mean... you didn't really hurt me. I'm okay.” Elayna drags her knuckles across his cheek. “I asked for this. I wanted you to do this.”

Tyland presses his lips together. He keeps his head facing her, but his eyes don't meet hers. Elayna sits up further. She can't help the hiss of pain she lets out. Regret washes over her instantly; Tyland stiffens at the sound, his eyes instantly finding hers. As Elayna reaches out to try to close the distance, he shakes his head. 

“I hurt you.” He reiterates. The pain in his voice causes Elayna's heart to break. 

“It's okay. I wanted...” Elayna pauses. Maybe those aren't the right words. She sighs softly. “I asked you to because I wanted you to. I trust you, and that's why I asked you. I know you wouldn't hurt me, not really. Not in a way I didn't want.”

Tyland’s posture eases some, but he still stays slightly curled in on himself. This time, he lets Elayna reach out and touch him. She places her hand on his bicep, gently sweeping her thumb over his arm. He lifts his head. When his eyes meet hers, she notices his eyes are red-rimmed with oncoming unshed tears. Her heart breaks.

“You're not a bad person. You're not a bad person for doing this, and you're not a bad person if you liked it.” Elayna leans forward. Much to her surprise, Tyland moves in as well until his forehead rests against hers. “Tyland, I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't trust you. And you didn't do anything wrong.”

Tyland’s shoulders heave. Elayna stops when a tear hits her thumb. Another follows, rolling down his face and then onto her hand. She stares for a moment unsure of what to do. After a moment, Elayna wraps her arms around him, pulling him as close to her as she can. 

“I'm sor-”

“If you apologize to me for crying, Tyland Lannister, I swear...” Elayna interrupts him. He almost falls into her, and she lets him. She smoothes back his hair and kisses his forehead. “I'm not going to judge you. There's literally nothing you can do to make me hate you, okay? I'm not going to leave. I'm staying right here with you, no matter what.”

Tyland doesn't say anything. Instead, he buries his head into the crook of her shoulder. Elayna rubs a circle on his back, wincing every time she touches the scratches she left on him. The skin on skin contact clearly comforts him; despite the hot tears rolling down onto her skin, Elayna feels him relax in her hold. She alternates between rubbing his back and gently scratching the nape of his neck. 

“I'm not going to judge you or leave you. I love you. It's going to take a lot more to run me off.”

Tyland stiffens. Panic surges through Elayna for a second. When Tyland lifts his head, his eyes are red, but shock overtakes the sadness. He swallows, eyes searching her face. 

“Say it again.”

“Say what again?” Elayna frowns. “I'm not going to judge or leave you? I love you- oh!”

Well. Shit. Elayna pauses. She didn't mean for that to come out now. Hesitancy and fear fill her entire body. She forces herself to look him in the eyes. 

The expression on his face eases all her fears.

“I love you.” She repeats the words, rolling them around on her tongue. They feel right. Elayna slowly smiles. “Yeah. I love you.”

Tyland stares at her. He sits up slowly. He brushes her hair out of her face. Elayna almost giggles.

“I love you, Tyland Lannister.”

He kisses her. Tyland kisses her gently, and Elayna lets him take the lead. One of her hands comes up to the back of his head. When Tyland pulls away, Elayna does giggle.

“I love you too.” 

Tyland places his thumb on her lower lip. Elayna resists the urge to playfully bite, instead letting him take the lead. This is for him. He takes a moment and memorizes her features, committing every bit to his memory. Elayna lets him. Despite the trembling in her body, she lets him. 

“I love you, Elayna Reyne.” 

Elayna turns bright pink at his words. She doesn't have time to dwell on it before he's kissing her again. A little more urgency creeps into this kiss, although it stays fairly unhurried. When she falls backward, he follows, not letting his lips leave hers. His free hand skate along the planes of her body. She gasps into his mouth. Her whole body is still sensitive from earlier, so she responds more easily than normal. 

“Tell me if I hurt you?” Tyland pulls away. Elayna nods. 

“I'll tell you.” Elayna presses her forehead against his. “I trust you.”

Tyland slips one hand underneath her head. He lowers both of their heads, making sure he cradles hers with his hand. He moves his other hand down more but stops on her stomach. Tyland kisses her slowly but hungrily. Elayna sighs into the kiss. Every movement from both of them sends tingles up her spine and causes butterflies in her stomach. 

Eventually, Tyland moves his hand down to rest on her pubic mound. His fingers slide through her folds. She lifts her hips in a silent plea, and he obliges, slipping one finger inside of her. She winces, still sore. Tyland pauses.

“Don't stop.”

Tyland nods and begins moving again. Two fingers makes her tremble before she grabs his wrist. Tyland lifts his head. 

“Need you. Need you inside of me.”

They roll. One of Elayna’s leg ends up on Tyland’s hip. She faces him. Her eyes meet his; their gazes never stray as he sinks into her again. Tyland doesn't move immediately, opting to stay still. It isn't until Elayna whines he moves. Each thrust is slow and deliberate, meant to make things last. Pleasure is secondary. This is about connection, intimacy. They lay their souls at the other's feet.

“Tyland, I...” Elayna gasps.

“I know. It's okay.” Tyland brushes a stray strand of hair out of her face. “I love you.”

Elayna almost sobs. Her head falls onto his shoulder, and she trembles.

“I love you too. Fuck. I love you so much.”

Tyland groans. He slips his hand between their bodies and begins slowly rubbing circles around her clit. She whimpers.

“Don't want to be with anyone else, just you. Want to be with you forever.” Tyland actually moans at her words, although Elayna barely hears them, barely registers them. They rock their hips. 

Elayna comes with a whine on her lips. Tyland follows suit not long after her. He makes no move to pull out, though. He stays still. They both catch their breath. Eventually, Tyland moves, combing his fingers through her hair. Elayna pushes closer to him and rests her head on his chest. They stay like that for a moment.

“I meant it. I just want you forever.” Elayna breaks the silence. Tyland hums. Elayna looks up at him. He rubs his thumb across her shoulder. 

“I feel the same.” Tyland’s expression changes as he loses himself in thought. Eventually, he clears his throat. “Elayna Reyne. Will you marry me?”

Elayna squeaks. She stares at him, eyes wide. Tyland blinks, a brief expression of panic crossing his face. 

“I don't... I don't mean to pressure you and was going to wait for a better time but I-”

Elayna cuts him off abruptly by kissing him.

“Yes. Yes, I'll marry you.”

[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober Day Twenty Eight: Masks/Costumes

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Back at it again. Sequel to my vampire!Elayna piece

Warnings: NSFT (semi-public sex, hand jobs, cum eating, implied nipple play, implied fingering, implied dry humping). Blood drinking as a metaphor for sex while actual sex occurs

She waits for him in one of the secluded alcoves. Tyland knows to follow her, the slight tilt of her head when they make eye contact from across the ball room enough to indicate what she wants. Elayna hears him long before she sees him, the clack of his shoes echoing in the spacious halls of the Red Keep. She stays still.

Even from here, she hears his heart beat with anticipation. If she had blood in her veins, it would be singing in response. Instead, all Elayna can do is inhale. She smooths down the skirts of her dress, careful not to touch the black feathers on her dress. They sit in clusters above intricate embroidery, orange and gold threads forming a fire on her red dress, remnants of a past life. The deep red devil mask on her face only serves as a reminder.

Elayna sinks further back into the shadows. Her breathing slows. She stares with intense focus on the curtain in front of her, body poised to strike. Tyland’s footsteps draw closer. His heart beat echoes in her ears. She smells his beard oil. Still, she waits, eyes unmoving from a gap in the curtains, not even to blink.

The torch on the other wall gives her an indication of how close he is, beginning to cast long shadows in front of him. Elayna presses a bit more of her weight into her back foot. She catches the aroma of bergamot orange, rosemary, and frankincense. Underneath it all is something so distinctly Tyland it makes her head spin. Her mouth almost waters.

She waits until he passes by the fluttering fabric concealing her to pounce. Elayna darts out and grabs his wrist, pulling him into the alcove quickly. Tyland makes a noise of surprise but eases in her hold once he realizes it's her. She quickly removes his lion mask to kiss him, tossing it carelessly to the floor. He reciprocates, bringing his hand to the back of her neck to pull her close. Elayna navigates them further into the alcove so no one can see them and presses him up against the wall.

When they finally break the kiss, Elayna notes with satisfaction how dazed Tyland already looks.

“Hi.” She giggles, smiling at him. Tyland leans in to kiss her again, although this time it's much softer.

“Were we not going to wait until later to leave?” Tyland arches an eyebrow. His tone stays gentle and genuinely curious, clearly wanting an actual answer. Elayna runs one hand along his bicep.

“Oh, we're not leaving. Not yet, at least. I merely wanted to see you is all.”

Her hand reaches the lapel of his tailcoat suit. She toys with the fabric, looking at him from underneath her eyelashes as she does so. He looks delectable. Golden threads weave through the suit, creating lions in their wake. A dark fur rests over his shoulders, almost mimicking the pelt of a black lion. The golden edges around his mask certainly evoke the mane of one.

“I can’t be gone for too long. My brother might not notice, but others will.”

Elayna grins. She wonders how predatory it must look, her red mask still on her face.

“I'll make it worth your while.” She promises. Elayna leans in to nuzzle the side of his neck. His scent nearly overwhelms her. His pulse jumps beneath the faint touch of her lips.

“Elayna.” Tyland hisses. Despite his tone, she smells his arousal, nearly tastes it under her tongue. “We have been over this.”

The ‘just this once’ wasn't the once. Believing the initial lie was easy, but keeping it a promise was difficult. Elayna presses a kiss to the side of his neck.

“Relax. I promise, it shall be worth it.”

She runs her free hand along his chest, starting from his collarbone and slowly working her way down.

“I need it.” She murmurs. “Tyland, I need it.”

Tyland puts a hand on Elayna’s shoulder, palm flat, but he doesn't push her away yet.

“There are others.” Tyland tries to stand firm, but she hears the cracks in his voice. The last time she fed from him, both of them about nearly orgasmed. She remembers vividly sitting in his lap and grinding against him.

“Not the same. ‘Tis not the same.”

She means every word. The women she feeds off of are nice in their own ways. They make her body spark, and the particularly adventurous ones will return the favor she gives for letting her drink from them. Men are few and far between, a quick meal when the itch arises.

Tyland is different in a way she has trouble articulating. Tymon talks of blood like vintages, but Elayna cannot compare it. Sure, every other she can, but all pale in comparison to Tyland. The first time, she couldn't stop thinking about it afterwards. Draining three men dry barely touched the whatever place Tyland reaches inside of her. She wonders how high the number of bodies might pile before she could capture the same feeling.

“I need it. I need you. Only you.”

Tyland shivers in her hold. A moan sticks inside his chest. Elayna kisses the side of his neck.

“We're in public. If we are caught...”

“Let them. I don't care. I need you now.”

Tyland swallows. She follows the line of his neck up while her hand goes down. She reaches the hem of his trousers but goes no further. Tyland’s eyes dart from side to side. He must decide the coverage of the alcove and curtain are enough because he undoes his ascot to give her space. Elayna slides her fingertips underneath the fabric, palm pressing against his stomach.

“You will be the death of me.” Tyland doesn't sound too opposed to the idea. He nods his assent.

Elayna doesn't sink her fangs into his neck right away, opting instead to fully slip her hand into his trousers. His cock stirs, and Elayna slowly rubs at him over the fabric of his underwear. As she moves her hand, she tastes every inch of his neck with her tongue. His head falls back onto the stone wall behind them. She works him until he's fully hard before slowly sinking her teeth into his neck.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head at the taste. Elayna vaguely realizes she growls when his blood hits her tongue. Tyland gasps, a husky catch of breath. His chest expands, and the rush of air echoes to her chest. A slowly forming damp spot greets her hand. It has to be his pre-cum.

She needs to touch him, have skin on skin contact now. Tyland pauses when she slides her hand up. She slips her hand underneath the last barrier of fabric separating them. He moans. It's the most beautiful sound she's heard. The sudden flood of pure lust on her tongue makes her whimper. He tastes so good. She wraps her fingers around him and begins to move her hand.

Fuck. She needs... she can't.

Elayna pulls off of him. Every ounce of her screams to keep going, but common sense takes over. She'll drain him dry if she doesn't stop now. She laps at the blood coming from the small wounds and begins to move her hand as best she can.

Tyland grips her wrist. She frowns. Panic bubbles up inside of her until he speaks.

“Tighter. You're not going to hurt me.”

Elayna nods. She follows his instructions, gripping him tighter as she works her hand up and down. His pre-cum aides her movements, and she quickly gains confidence. She moves faster. Tyland’s breath catches several times until he's outright gasping. Still, it feels as if he's holding back. Elayna nips the shell of his ear.

“Don't hold back. I want to hear you.”

Tyland moans at her words. Her demand works because he's a bit louder, more gasps and moans and breathy sighs coming from him. His whole body tenses in her hold. His heart beats so fast it reverberates from his to hers. She keeps going, keeps working.

The sound he makes when he does come makes her toes curl. She doesn't let up until he grabs her wrist, wanting to prolong the pleasure for him. Elayna pushes back up. Tyland’s cheeks are red, hair plastered to his face. Elayna hums. When she slides her hand out of his pants, her fingers are sticky with his cum. Tyland flushes, but Elayna grins. Wordlessly, she pops each finger in her mouth and licks and sucks it clean. Tyland’s throat bobs, eyes wide with lust.

“Told you I would make it worth your while.”

Elayna expects him to be flustered, to pull away with an excuse. Instead, the hand on her hip moves upward towards the bodice of her dress. Elayna swallows. Her eyes meet his. Tyland gazes at her with both adoration and unadulterated lust.

“Let me return the favor.” It's phrased as a question but stands as a demand. Elayna's breath catches. She gasps when he trails his fingers along the curve of her breast.

“Tyland, with these skirts, I don't- oh!” She squeaks when his thumb runs over her nipple. His touch stays feather-light, but it still sends a spark of lightning through her. He presses a kiss to the side of her neck. His free hand takes gentle hold of the bottom half of her dress. He slowly drags the fabric up her legs.

“Let me worry about that.”

Elayna wants to argue with him. Between the slow and methodical kisses along her neck and the way he begins to toy with her nipples, she nods. His fingers tease the top of her dress. The thought of him pulling her dress down in the secluded yet somewhat public space makes her whine. If they were caught in such a compromising position, they would have no choice but to marry. She hates the way her pussy clenches at the thought.

“I, fuck, I trust you.”

[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober Day Twenty Nine: Shower Sex

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: NSFT (shower sex, m!receiving oral, praise kink)

She tosses her robe onto the ground. Elayna didn't bother getting dressed for her shuffle to the shower, just throwing in a robe for some decency. The running water is what woke her. A promise of a shower, and seeing Tyland naked, lures her into the bathroom.

The steam from the shower billows around her, warming her up some. It clings to the glass around the shower, obscuring Tyland somewhat from hee. Carefully, she open the door and steps inside. 

Tyland stands underneath the waterfall showerhead. He turns to face her, a fond smile on his face. Despite her sleepiness, Elayna's eyes follow the drops of water down his neck. A quiet flame stirs within her. 

“Good morning.”

The shower is large enough she has to pad over to him. She grunts when she gets to him, and he envelopes her, bringing her close to his body. His skin is warm from the shower. Tyland presses a kiss to her forehead. Elayna melts into his touch. He smells good; he must have just washed off his soap. The flame fans itself as she imagines him lathering himself.

“Mornin’.” She buries her face in the crook of his neck. Tyland pushes stray strands from her braid off her neck.

“Do you need to put your hair up?” Elayna stares at him, bleary-eyed. “You don't wash your hair every day. Do you need it up so it doesn't get wet?”

Oh. Elayna's heart flutters. The thoughtfulness makes her fall in love with him a little bit more. She shakes her head. Water runs down her body, warming her up even more. Elayna slowly begins coming back to herself, to her body. 

“It's fine. I need to wash it.”

She tilts her head. Tyland brings one hand around to take the silk scrunchy out of her hair. When he takes her hair down, she shakes her head and then brings her fingers to her hair to comb out and fluff out her hair. 

“Let me do that for you.” 

Tyland tangles his hands in her hair, helping her get several small snarls out of it. When he brings his fingers up to her scalp, she nearly melts. He scratches her scalp lightly. Her eyes roll back in her head at the sensation. If she could purr, she would, contentness rolling over her in waves.

“You don't have to.”

“I want to.”

Elayna hums. She should show her appreciation. As Tyland turns to grab her shampoo, a lilac and jasmine he loves smelling on her, she eases herself onto her knees. He's not fully hard, but she has more than enough to work with. Tyland almost jolts when she brings one hand up to stroke him.

“Elayna, you don't have to.”

“Want to.” She presses a kiss to his hip. Elayna pauses and grins at him. “You don't have to stop on my account.”

Tyland stares at her for a second, gears turning in his head. Elayna gently grabs his wrist with the shampoo in his broad palm. He picks up her cue. As she begins to stroke him, he brings his hands down to her head. He carefully begins to massage her scalp again, the suds combined with the feeling of his fingers making her sigh. 

“You're too good to me.” Elayna kisses his hip again. She trails her lips gently down, following the planes of his body. From this vantage point, she watches his broad and deceptively muscular thighs flex.

“I could say the same to you.”

His breath catches when she twists her wrist. Elayna follows her hand with her tongue, licking him slowly. Tyland’s hips cant forward. He slowly works the shampoo into her hair. 

“I mean it. You're sweet and kind and handsome. And clever and smart. Everything I could ever want.”

Tyland covers his embarrassment with a cough. Elayna smiles. Praising him always gives her the outcome she wants; his erection presses against his lower stomach.

“Tilt your head back.” He orders softly. Elayna follows his guidance. The water rushes over her, washing away the shampoo and grime. It makes her feel human again. He uses his grip to gently tilt her head and ensures all the soap gets out of her hair. 

The snap of another cap is her cue to move forward. She takes him in hand and licks him. He gasps softly, thighs tensing. She grants him mercy, taking him into her mouth. Elayna focuses on the tip in order to not overwhelm him. 

When his hands come back down with the conditioner, they're noticeable less steady. Still, he begins spreading it through her hair methodically. Elayna keeps him in her mouth as she hums her approval. The vibrations make him choke. Lazily, Elayna pulls off him.

“Settle in. Gotta let this sit for a bit.”

[queen--kenobi]

How much would y'all judge me if I wrote Elayna asking Tyland to lean into the more inappropriate/power imbalance side of their relationship

aka how much would you judge me if Elayna and Tyland actually fucked while acknowledging the "I'm your best friend's uncle (AND your boss)" side of things. And them both actually getting really into it

[queen--kenobi]

Okay consider: Tyland teaching Elayna how to make out. Not in the "you don't know how/never have" way but in the stepping it up way, yk? Because all Elayna has done before is make out with people her own age. Do you see my vision

[queen--kenobi]

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.” - Pls give me the Tyland x Elayna pls and thank you

Idk why I can't find the prompt list but! Here it is!

General warning for bondage, D/s dynamics, dirty talk, and a little rough handling.

Elayna looks beautiful like this.

She always looks beautiful, Tyland thinks, but she looks gorgeous in this position. Maybe it's the eroticism of the scene in front of him. Maybe it's because she trusts him enough to let him do this.

Elayna lays on their bed, her wrists tied above her head with red silks. Her chest heaves. She changed her normal titanium piercings to gold. Tyland merely thought it was a simple gold necklace, dipping dangerously low and below the neckline of her dress.

He discovers the rest of it when he undresses her.

The gold necklace turns into two smaller chains. Those chains drape along the curve of her breast and connect to her nipple piercings. She stares at him from underneath her eyelashes, a small smirk on her lips. Everything she does is meant to drive him crazy tonight, from her wearing a garter belt and stocking underneath her dress to the red lipstick and gold smokey eye. Tyland only has so much restraint.

Tyland moves from his spot at the end of the bed. Two more pieces of red silk are in his hands. Elayna doesn't resist when he takes hold of her right leg. Carefully, he runs the pads of his fingertips up her leg, tracing the curve of her calf. He wants to sink his fingers into the soft, supple flesh of her inner thigh.

“Was hoping you'd take these off with your teeth tonight.”

Elayna tries to sound casual. The way she cranes her neck to watch him betrays her. Tyland ignores her, unclipping her garter belt and slowly rolling down her stocking.

If she wants to tease, he can do the same.

“Tyland.” Elayna moves her left leg out to the side. He can see a small wet spot already forming on the gusset of her thong. “Babe. Don't you want to fuck me?”

“Good things come to those who wait.” He discards her stocking somewhere in the room to be found later. He lifts her leg up so he can press a kiss to the inside of her calf. Elayna sighs softly. Tyland smirks at her. She's not as unaffected as she lets on.

She loves to trap herself when she means to trap him.

He grabs the silk from the bed and begins to tie her ankle to the bed post. Elayna finally drops her head.

“Aren't you going to take off this thong? I wore it just for you.”

Tyland shakes his head. He taps her calf. Automatically, Elayna moves her leg to test the knot. It holds easily.

“Oh, so you're going to leave on when you fuck me? Just push it to the side? That's hot.”

She arches into his touch when he moves to her left leg. Tyland tries to savor taking this stocking off her as well, despite his body screaming at him to go faster. Elayna nearly whimpers when he kisses her calf.

“Tyland. I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me.”

Much to his surprise, when he sets her foot down, Elayna arches it. She brushes her toes over the tent in his suit pants. It's all she can do with her hands and other leg immobile. Tyland huffs and takes hold of her ankle. He tries to keep his hands steady when he ties this leg to the bedpost.

“Come on.” Elayna pouts at him. “Aren't you going to give me what I want? I've been good. Don't good girls get rewards?”

Fuck. Tyland places one knee and then the other on the mattress. He almost crawls up her body. The fabric of his shirt barely brushes against her skin, but it's enough to make Elayna chase the sensation. He stops when his lips hover over Elayna’s. He rests one forearm by her head.

Elayna outright moans when he lightly slaps her pussy over her thong. Tyland watches the surprise and shock come over her face. He moves his head to the side.

“You're in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

Elayna actually shivers as he whispers in her ear. She lets out a small ‘fuck’ when he nips her earlobe.

“Oh? And how are you going to stop me?”

Despite her words, Elayna parts her lips when he presses his thumb to her bottom lip. She runs her tongue along the tip of it. Tyland keeps her gaze.

“I have a few ideas.”

[queen--kenobi]

"You talk too much." 💋 For Elayna and Tyland 👀

"Shut Up" Kiss starters

Yes this is several months late sssshhh don't worry about it

“I really don't see the need for this. I already know how to kiss.”

Despite her grousing and grumbling, Elayna's eyes shine with curiosity. She shifts, the side of her thigh pressing against his. Tyland brings his hand up to cup her cheek. Elayna turns her head towards his touch instinctively.

“You know how to kiss boys.” Tyland corrects.

“Am I to learn how to kiss a man today then?”

Elayna looks at him from under her eyelashes. She smiles slowly at him, trying her best to make it both coy and seductive. Tyland understands the temptation to give Elayna what she wants; if he had less self-control, he might be one of her presumably many victims. 

“You're to learn how to enjoy kissing.” 

Tyland brings his thumb down to Elayna’s lips. She pouts at him, keeping her lips decidedly closed. He gently runs the pad of his thumb over them. 

“But I do!” 

“Then I don't see why this is such an issue for you.” Tyland keeps his tone bland if somewhat curious. Elayna's eyes widen, clearly not expecting him to respond in such a manner. 

“ ‘Tis not an issue, I just don't feel like wasting my time with...” Elayna gestures. Tyland moves closer to her. His thigh presses firmly against hers. The small contact makes Elayna pause 

“If you did enjoy it, you wouldn't consider it a waste of time.” Tyland brushes a stray strand of hair out of her face. 

A small noise of frustration leaves Elayna. Her cheeks turn pink, and she tries to turn her head away. Tyland moves his hand down to her chin. With one finger, he turns her head so she faces him once more. Elayna scrunches up her face in displeasure.

“I...” She begins to defend herself but stops. Elayna exhales. “Fine. Fine! We can do this your way.”

Tyland bites his tongue to keep a comment from slipping out. Making progress with Elayna proves difficult some days, and he has no desire to set things back. Besides. As much as he would like to fluster her more, Tyland finds he's getting impatient. He places one hand on the back of the settee just behind Elayna's head. Tyland leans in to kiss her. Elayna responds quickly. However, Tyland’s suspicions are confirmed by how enthusiastically she responds. It's not necessarily sloppy, but it more feels rushed. Elayna tries to nip his bottom lip.

“Patience.” Tyland pulls back enough to breath his words against her lips. Elayna begins to make a noise of protest, but Tyland silences her by kissing her again. His words do inspire some obedience; she lets him take the lead this time. When he pulls away, Tyland notes the slightly dazed look on her face. 

Elayna clears her throat. 

“Understand, I am not doing this because I think I need the lessons. I am doing this to appease you.” 

“Elayna?”

“Yes?”

Tyland brings his thumb back up to her lips. Elayna pouts, but she does part them slightly.

“You talk too much.”

[queen--kenobi]

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss MY BELOVEDS TYLAND AND ELAYNA

send a heart and a ship for a brief snippet!

You're in luck because I actually have a whole scenario for this in @writingbylee and I's Western AU!

Also. I apologize because this got dark. I forgot how dark this AU gets

TW for talks of literal branding of humans. Sorry y'all. It's just something the Lannisters would do

"Can I ask a question?" Johanna begins. She stands just inside the doorway to the kitchen. Elayna looks up from lighting the gas range. Tyland insisted on the house being update to date, which Elayna didn't mind. Gas ranges and ceiling fans made her life more comfortable.

"Of course." Elayna grins triumphantly when the flame takes. She grabs the metal coffee pot and places it on the burner.

"You and Tyland." Johanna leans against the doorframe. She seems hesitant to step further into the kitchen, despite no ash being on the floor. "Are you living in sin?"

Elayna splutters. Johanna raises an eyebrow.

"That is highly inappro-"

"The two of you are only engaged to each other yet you live in the same house. It's not an unreasonable question."

"No, we are not!" Elayna looks at Johanna. She glares at the other woman. If it weren't childish, she would pout. "We keep separate bedrooms. Mine is at the back of the ranch, and his is upfront."

"Doesn't mean the two of you haven't been intimate."

"Johanna!" Elayna throws her hands in exasperation. "You know your brother-in-law would never pressure me. Certainly it wouldn't happen outside of marriage."

"Hmm." Johanna clearly isn't satisfied with Elayna's answer. "Men can only wait so long."

"You speak of Tyland as if he's an animal."

"No. I speak of him as a man. Or have you not been paying attention in Church?"

"Yes, well. Tyland isn't like that." The kettle begins to whistle. Elayna gathers up the coffee grounds. The wives of the cattle hands do most of the cooking and cleaning, but Elayna makes the coffee. Tyland told her once he prefers it when she makes it. She has never let anyone else make it since.

Johanna finally takes a step forward. She makes her way across the kitchen to stand beside Elayna. Elayna wraps a towel around the lid of the kettle. Steam billows out when she takes the lid off, and it dissipates when she uncerimonously dumps the coffee grounds into it. The lid clangs when she puts it back on.

"When you take the brand, he won't be able to help himself." Elayna nearly jumps. She hadn't noticed Johanna getting that close. Johanna brings one hand up and gently presses her fingers to the space between Elayna’s shoulder blades, pressing right where the Lannister brand goes in an oddly intimate yet sinister gesture. "You'll be marked as his. Jason only took me from behind for a month after I did. He was obsessed. Tyland will be too."

"Tyland is not Jason."

"No, but they are twins."

"I..." Elayna frowns. She looks at Johanna. A lump forms in her throat. Johanna flattens out her hand, placing her palm on Elayna in a more comforting gesture.

"It's frightening, but I have faith in you. You can do it." Johanna murmurs. "I didn't cry when I did it. I know you won't either." She takes Elayna’s hand. "I will be there with you."

Elayna forces a smile. Johanna clearly means it to be a comfort, but it makes Elayna's stomach churn. She can't force herself to say thank you. No human being can be grateful for such a thing. Instead, she squeezes Johanna’s hand in a display she hopes satisfies her.

"Would you mind getting down the cups and saucers? Coffee is almost ready."

The two busy themselves with finishing up the coffee. Thankfully, only Johanna and Jason were visiting; Tymon clearly wants nothing to do with his uncle because of his "betrayal," and Cerelle no doubt minds her sisters. The four china cups and saucers are quickly paired and coffee poured. Elayna makes sure to drop four sugar cubes into Tyland’s, a gift for dealing with his brother. Tyland loves Jason, but he clearly wears on Tyland’s nerves.

Elayna and Johanna carry the coffee out in two batches; one for the men and one for them. Johanna places the first cup in front of Jason, and Elayna places Tyland’s in front of him. Jason doesn't even bother to acknowledge them, but to Elayna’s surprise, Tyland reaches for her hand once she sets his cup down.

Elayna's heart thunders in her chest as Tyland interlaces their fingers. She knows it's for show, yet... the tenderness with which he brushes his fingers against hers makes her tremble. Tyland brings her hand to his lips and presses an absent minded kiss to the back of her hand. Elayna inhales. The gesture sends lightening up her spine and her blood racing through her veins.

Tyland looks at her from underneath his eyelashes. Elayna actually feels her core clench with anticipation. The smile on his lips shows mere fondness, but the look in his eyes conveys an entirely different emotion. He gazes at her as if he wants to devour her alive.

Elayna would let him. All he needs to do is ask.

"Thank you." Tyland barely pulls her hand away to speak. He holds onto it still. Elayna smiles softly.

"Only the best for my future husband."

Tyland’s look somehow becomes even more carnal. She visibly see him laying her down on the floor and taking off her clothes in his mind's eyes. She wonders. Elayna wants him to see she's thinking the same thing too.

"Remind us not to visit for at least a month once these two get married." Jason nudges Johanna. Both Elayna and Tyland turn to give Jason a look. Johanna purses her lips. "What? You two are obviously going to be fuc- fornicating all damn day and night once you're cleared to do so."

"Not at the table, Jason." Johanna hisses. Jason holds his hands up.

"I'm going to get Johanna and I's coffees before they get cold." Elayna excuses herself.

"Have you shown her the horses I bought you?"

Elayna shakes her head.

"No. I think Alberto is still breaking mine in. But I can show her the other two."

"He bought you horses?" Johanna arches an elegant eyebrow.

"Only one of them is for me to ride. The other two are racing horses."

"Only one is an active racer." Tyland hums. He squeezes Elayna's hand before letting go. She misses his touch instantly. Tyland turns his attention towards their guests. "The other is going to be a stud."

As Elayna heads back into the kitchen to grab her and Johanna’s coffee, she barely registers both Jason and Johanna ask questions about their plans for the horses. They sound far away.

The only thing that exists in Elayna’s mind is Tyland holding her hand.

[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober Day Thirty: Spanking

Tyland Lannister x OC (Elayna Reyne)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: NSFT (brat taming, spanking, collaring)

Today is a little short, but tomorrow is an immediate sequel so!

“I want this.”

Elayna looks up at Tyland. She kneels before him, a collar around her neck. Tyland stares down at her. His fingers flex, digging into his thighs for a second. They're no strangers to trying new things and pushing the boundaries of what they're comfortable with but this is entirely new.

“I just don't want to hurt you.”

Elayna smiles. She rests her cheek on his thigh, the tag on her collar clinking.

“I know. Which is why I trust you to do this.” She tilts her head, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I've been acting like a brat for a reason. Not that I am one.”

Tyland raises an eyebrow at her words. She has been a brat over the past two weeks, trying desperately to push him where she wants. She loves the considerate side of him but deep within her, she's been craving a roughness he has yet to approach. However, asking him despite the knowledge she's safe with him makes her body burn with embarrassment. Tyland coaxes the words from her, and now she sits here at his feet.

“Don't lie to me.” His low timber holds command over her. Elayna tries to conceal her squirming.

“Or what? You going to spank me? Oh. Wait. I forgot. You already are.”

Elayna gasps with shock and delight when he takes hold of her chin. Tyland tilts her head upward.

“That mouth of yours will get you into trouble.”

“Promise?” She bats her eyelashes.

He gives her no warning when he pulls her up to her feet. Elayna tries not to giggle. Her giggles turn into another gasp when he takes hold of her hip and spins her the way he wants. He's gentle yet insistently, leaving her no choice but to obey. Tyland doesn't wait for her but instead places his hand at the small of her back. She nearly falls into his lap. Elayna rearranges herself with as much dignity as she can muster given she's over his knee naked.

Tyland gives her a moment to get comfortable before he places his hand on her ass.

“If it's too much...?”

“Lannisport.” She tries to press up onto her elbows, but Tyland pushes her down with a hand between her shoulder blades.

“We'll start with 10. 5 added because of your mouth.” He palms her ass slowly. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. Now shut up and spank me.”