Suddenly Tyrion was wide awake, a dream... chanting... nothing made sense. So many simulations happened at the same time it was hard to focus for Tyrion on one thing alone. The temperature suddenly changed from a slight chill into a warmer, almost homely, temperature. Instead of the hard surface of his tent bed he found himself now on a proper bed. But strangest of all he found himself sitting on his knees and arms. A presence behind him... He felt... he felt someone entering him. Hands holding him just above his hips, pulling him. His hair was dangling in front of him blurring his vision. And again the strange feeling of him being entered between his legs... but he had never felt something like it.
'Ahhh' Tyrion cried out not being able to hold it back. A sound he normally only heard from the whores which shared his bed or when walking through a brothel. It came now from his own mouth. It remained difficult to concentrate on anything but he was slowly trying to figure out what was happening The presence behind him was groaning softly with heavy breathing, it was definitely a person. Hee kept feeling him entering him. It felt wet, and whatever was entering him was stiff. With every trust he felt from behind some sound left Tyrions mouth, he couldn't suppress him. It was not painfull... it was... pleasurable? It was difficult not to get lost in the feeling of pleasure, but he had to make it stop. If only he could find the strength to turn around. His forearms collapsed leaving him in a position with his ass sticking up in the air. The sudden movement made the presence behind him slow down. Just enough for Tyrion to catch his breath.
'STOP IT!' he commanded. The presence behind him came to a drastic stop.
'Yes my queen, I'm I doing something wrong?' a voice asked.
'The queen?' Tyrion thought to himself full of surprise. It was a manly voice, not too old, from which the question came.
'Out! Just get out!' Tyrion said while turning around himself.
The man couldn't make any more haste if he tried. Tyrion's command was instantly followed without any further question. Tyrion brushed the strange hair out of his face and quickly made out who it was. 'Cousin Lancel?'
Lancel hurried out of the door closing it behind him leaving a confused Tyrion still breathing heavily.
He looked down at himself or at least what appeared to be himself now. He had long blonde hair falling over his shoulders, the end of the strains of heir touching two breasts which were now hanging from his chest. His whole body slightly sweaty and his legs felt wet. Long smooth legs which were about the size length as he had been in his entire life. 'By all the wine and whores in the world what kind of drunken dream have I gotten myself into...'. His eyes made their way around the room. Not far from the bed he saw the mirror on the opposite wall and his heart sank for a moment 'Cersei?! He said out loud, 'This is starting to look more like a nightmare'. He used his legs to get over to the mirror. His reflection was now that of his naked sister. The eyes which had always looked at him with an equal amount, if not more, hatred as his father had done. Now these green eyes were looking at him with disbelief and shock, the emotions he felt himself. He traced his breast with his now slender fingers, making his way down to the slit where Lancel had entered him over and over just minutes ago. He felt some of the wetness which was spread around during the act.
But it did feel good.
He continued feeling his sisters vagina, even entering it with his fingers. 'Cersei...' he said again with disbelief. It was a strange erotic sight in the mirror, his enemy for years which had always looked down upon him, even more so than others did due to his height, was now pleasuring herself in front of his eyes. Like a common whore he had so often shared his tents and chambers with.
He tried speaking again 'I'm the biggest whore in the seven kingdoms' and the reflection followed his lead, his sister voices only slightly different than it had been normal sounded throughout the room as he continued circling around with his fingers.
It was however wrong, he didn't know how he got here nor if this was even real. He had to quit it and get back to his senses, who knows what magic trick this might have been.
He abandoned feeling himself up and instead walked over to the gown laying across a chair. Even something as simple as a room now looked completely different due to the changes in height. His legs moved uneasy as he was not used to legs of this size. But he managed to cover his sisters body with the gown. He approached the window and saw the sun slowly rising above Kingslanding, the capital. Maybe it wasn't any tric or dream, maybe he really was here he wondered thinking back to the encounter with his father. 'So father managed to send me here before the morning in the end...' Tyrion said with contempt.
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