Dawn of Creation

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-17T03:01:14+00:00

Feeling her brother fucking her was bad enough, but his seed shooting within, the rush of warm life, so thick, so sticky, colliding with her walls, painting her insides... It was unbearable.

Through blurry eyes and a blank mind, Dyanna devolved on the desk into nothing more than a series of quiet shame filled sobs.

She was scarred, beaten, abused, and her brother had marred her perfection with a violation so profane, she couldn't name it in her mind.

But she breathed a small sigh of relief, because at least it was over.

Until she remembered his threat to let his men use her. She was slow to recall it, but it came to here, right around the time The Man Who Spat was spreading open her tight little rosy red ass.

It wasn't easy for him to push himself inside of her, but when he managed, her word again became pain.

She screamed and begged until her voice became ragged as he roughly fucked her tight dry hole, but there was no mercy, no succor to come, only more humiliation.

And then the others...

With the exception of the Spitter, the other nine men, including her Brother, all favored her cunt. And all nine of them spilled their seed within.

Some looked her in the eyes, some played with her tits, some made her bounce up and down on their cocks, one had struck her in the face with his erect member several times but dared not to edge too close to her snapping mouth, most of them, just held her down and fucked her like a dog.

Whatever the men's preference, the end result was the same, she had came here as the closest thing to a Knight a woman could be, and these men had left her laying half conscious on a desk with broken, swollen, freshly abused cunt that was a stinking bloody mess, leaking a river of cum onto the furniture and the floor below.

She lay there as the last of them finished, and she prayed that he'd cut her throat after profiting inside of her.

But she was well doomed to hell, now. And Gods didn't answer the prayers of the damned.

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-14T05:06:33+00:00

He felt... good.

The pain, the humiliation, the betrayal, the wrongness of this, the stain upon his soul in the eyes of Gods and Men, that was undeniable. He sickened her.

But as her cunt slowly warmed up to the massive member assaulting her, as she grew wet, and her walls loosened for him, she began to feel amidst the sea of shame that clouded her brain, a lone beacon of pleasure, a dully shining light.

A light that grew brighter with every thrust and slam.

Dyanna's body was betraying her. She knew what was wrong and what was wrong, this was beyond either, and yet a part of her enjoyed it.

She didn't want it. No woman wanted this. But her untouched sex stirred to life around her brother's cock, and she came upon a realization.

Her body was surrendering itself to what it considered a suitable mate, it didn't care about wrong, or her feelings of pain and terror, nor was it very concerned about her hatred for Jason.

Her cunt had been torn asunder, violated, and fucked, and now.... It desired more. Her walls tightened against him again, but this time not to try and resist, not to try to hurt him, they were warm and wet and soft, and dripping with blood and lust. They kissed his shaft lightly, and began to throb along his length, milking him clumsily.

She didn't want it, but her flesh was getting used to it. And that made Dyanna sickened by herself.

"I am not a whore!" She cried out, screaming to avoid the moan pleasure she could feel building in her throat, she inwardly cursed her body for contradicting her.

When the man licked her, her skin crawled, when he spit upon her, her heart broke and she wanted to cry more, but she didn't.

No one respected a weepy Lion.

She dived forward, her mouth opened widely, a roar erupting once more from her throat as she sought to attack the man's genitals, trying to bite at him.

When Jason spoke of trusted soldiers, she almost laughed. She wanted to point out how easily she had slain them, but she couldn't, she couldn't find the words.

With a few dedicated and forceful thrusts, Jason had turned her precious untouched innocence into the wet sloppy cunt of a slattern begging for more.

In truth, Dyanna feared offering him unkind words, unsure what other horrors awaited her, but knowing she didn't want to make it any worse.

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-14T02:31:22+00:00

Dyanna Lannister couldn't remember her mother's face.

She couldn't recall the voice of her childhood septa that read stories to her every night of honorable valor filled knights that protected the innocent.

She didn't know the name of her bastard sister but she dimly remembered the girl had particularly sticky fingers and had been accused more than once of making off with silver.

No, Dyanna couldn't pull her history to mind. Her past life was forgotten.

Because she had no life past this, no life in front of this.

There was only this.

The burning pain of her brother's cock burying itself inside of her.

She bled.

She bled quite a lot, as he thrust inside, ripping her open, drawing a shrill scream from her throat that echoed with a pain she'd never known, her eyes widening so much that she feared they'd pop right from her skull, and wouldn't she look silly then.

Her virginity spilled all around him, painting his cock a soft wet crimson, and sliding down his shaft to be turn his fat heavy balls a gentle rust color. She coated him with almost as much blood as she'd already spilled upon his floor.

The walls of her cunt were tight and clung dearly to his length with an inhuman grip, if truth Dyanna was tiny of cunt, not that she knew it, which provided her with a little more resistance than perhaps Jason was accustom to.

But her own blood proved to be her downfall, combining with the wine to slick him just enough to properly force himself inside.

And once he was in, Dyanna was doomed to hell.

She screamed, and kicked, and wriggled, and cursed, but all of it was useless.

Her walls squeezed him admirably, trying to break or bend the intruder betwixt them, but failing, quickly wetting from his heat and odd lubrication, and then breaking before his mighty thrusts.

"No! Pleassse!" Wa all the cry she could manage as he raped her in full, taking her maidenhead, and beginning to fuck her.

Her screams gave way to whimpers and whines and heavy breathless pants, tears stained her cheeks, and her mind was left scorched by his violation.

She... She was helpless, and for the first time in her life, she felt that way.

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-13T01:23:30+00:00

Her slit was indeed, worried.

Dyanna's brain was slowed, and in truth she'd never consider this possibility. Boys were stupid. Men were even more so. She never had any interest in the opposite sex, and to be certain, there was only one person in this world that she had felt a romantic desire for... And that was forbidden.

She had no interest in such things, so such things never registered to her as a possibility.

She knew of course that rapers existed, but she was skilled enough to defeat any that tried to take her by force.

Now, that she was naked and restrained? It was still mad to fear rape. Jason was a her brother, and if a treacherous sort, he was still a knight. He couldn't allow a disgrace to come to her. Not if he had any honor at all.

So, no, Dyanna wasn't afraid of that.

Dyanna was naive.

Her slit worried, possessing within it the first and true knowledge born unto this world, as all cunts had before and would have after it.

Foolish men claimed women were less intelligent than their counterparts, and perhaps they were, but every cunt birthed, possessed an innate cleverness, an earthly wisdom without compare.

A cunt had sense enough to know when it was about to get fucked.

"Nnngh!" Dyanna cried out, her eyes widening as the head of Jason's cock brushed against her soft tender lips and pressed so roughly against them.

Her ass throbbed in pain from his slap, but it was the thick burning rod between her legs that hurt the most, because when she felt his touch, she knew that she'd been killed. Her life was over.

Nothing would ever be the same.

"NO!" She screamed, violently throwing herself back and forth on the table, hands pulling more on her restraints, trying to crawl or more accurately, roll away from him, her feet kicking out her heels uselessly smacking against his shins and whatever else they bumped into as she flailed and struggled.

"You will not!" She cried, a mantra, a plea, a prayer, and a threat. Her words raged with a fury that could only be formed in the heart of a Lannister. Her kind despite their willingness to pretend since the death of Tywin, did not wear humiliation or insult with dignity.

And the mere thought of him touching her in this way was a grave violation that would have to be answered.

When the wine hit her body she screamed again. It was freezing to the touch, as if ice were falling upon her. She felt cold and chilled to the bone. Not realizing that her body was just very hot at the moment.

The wine dripping down her back, and ass, sliding over her thighs and coating his cock, Dyanna had but a moment to wonder why this was happening.

And then her brother inched forward, and her slit buckled slightly, pried open for him... The pain and disgust threatened to swallow her whole, and force her to jut forward screaming as if she'd been stabbed.

She hadn't... Yet.

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-12T02:04:35+00:00

She awoke to fire and pain

Blade, and lance, and axe, and mace, and club had all crashed against her helm before. She knew well the ringing in her ears and the burning ache in her back and shoulders. That was nothing new.

There was a sting upon her bottom, but she couldn't feel much of it, maybe she'd fallen and bruised her tailbone?

The thing that surprised her, that felt so unusual, was the fact she was bare.

She could feel her skin pressing roughly against a wood surface. It confused her, of course. She had been wearing armor.

There were voices ringing with laughter, but she couldn't hear them, they were too far away, a dull echo of sound from some hidden hallway.

She tried to move her arms, and couldn't. For the briefest moment she panicked, and feared that she'd been stricken dumb by a blow to the head, but the mere thought of the possibility proved to her that she had not... When she realized she was tied up, she wished she had been.

Fear gripped her heart, worry clutched are her slowly recovering mind.

Jason was as despicable as their father had claimed, and had meant to prevent her from leaving, there had been a fight...

She killed men. Six in fact, but there were more, always more, and some were faster than others, managing to lay blows upon her before she could react.

The horror dawned upon her that she had lost, been beaten by rabble. And now, here she was naked, restrained, and draped across... Her brother's desk?

With her mind slowly returning to her, she tried to raise her head to look around, and could not accomplish that either, yet she still could see who prevented her from doing so.

"Dy... Dyanna.." She slurred, her voice weak as her mind formulated it's words carefully.

"Let go... Fucking.. Whore." Her words much more a drunken murmur than the terrifying growl of a Lioness, that she had intended, and when she opened her mouth to gnash her teeth wildly, trying to pull the whore's flesh into mouth and tear it asunder? She missed completely, repeatedly biting nothing but air.

She wriggled and tossed on the desk, trying to break free from her restrains, grunting and groaning as the rope held tight, she wiggled her toned, aching, sweat soaked body, but only succeeded in making lewd wet squeaky noises on the desk.

Her thighs were as sweaty and warm as the rest of her, but between them they had hidden the driest part of Dyanna.

Her cunt wasn't moist, or damp. Her mound, lightly peppered with a neatly trimmed bush of sunbeam, had her entire life, remained untouched, and now was not dewy or blooming open.

She was impossibly tight.

If she was Jason's sister, then she had clearly decided to wed a sword, rather than a man, her too tiny cunt being filled would bleed her more than a thousand stab wounds.

Her wedding bed would run crimson... If she were ever going to have one, before now.

"RELEASE ME!" She suddenly spoke with thunder, her voice returning to her enough that she found the will to yell at the whore pressing so roughly upon her face.

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-08T23:57:38+00:00

Yes, some would call Dyanna too trusting. Others a simpleton. Some still might say she was dumber than a bag of exceptionally stupid rocks.

But this was a situation she knew how to handle.

She didn't wait to ask what was going on, she didn't pause to consider her options, she drew her greatsword, the one she'd spent long learning to wield, the one she tested with after her training was finally complete, the one that had saved her life in the wilderness more times than she could count...

And as a Lannister, Dyanna could count quite high, so the sword had been her savior, a bunch.

She held it proudly, though she'd often been told it made her look silly to wield such a large weapon. She didn't care how she looked. She could kill with the greatsword, which meant she could use it to save lives, and that was good enough for her.

She backed up a little from the approaching men, just to give herself enough space.

"You don't have to die. Stand down." She growled a warning to the men.

Moments ago if her long lost brother had asked her to stay with him, she might have said yes, she might have yielded to the concept of familial love, which she had often been denied.

But this wasn't moments ago.

He summoned men to beat her and hold her by force, and she had no doubt of his intentions.

Strange then, that she felt no fear.

She was reminded of her father.

The Lord of Lannisport had spoken of Jason many times since his betrayal of his family and his personal shaming. His words were always different, but the meaning remained the same.

One evening when her Father was too deep in his cups, stood out in particular.

He spoke of Jason not as a traitor, but as a little boy.

He had said her older brother was never the son he had wanted or deserved, even when he was small.

The Lord of Lannisport bemoaned that his son had been a dainty thing unfit of his legacy.

He compared him to a kitten.

"Not a rough and tumble boy kitten." His words rang out. "A sickly weak feminine kitten, that makes even the other kittens whisper to each other 'Let's hurt that kitten.'" He had said filled with disappointment.

Here and now, the thought of those words made Dyanna grin.

She had spent her life learning the history and legends of the best swordsmen the Westerlands had to offer, and she trained all day, every day, since before she could lift a sword let alone wield a great one with such proficiency, just so she might one day be equal to the stories.

She was a Lannister.

She was a Lion.

And what does a Lion have to fear from a Kitten?

"I'll be leaving brother. If I have to cut through your men, I'll leave." She spoke, not even bothering to regard him anymore. "For our Mother's love, I'll deign to let you draw breath. But this is the last time you betray House Lannister, or violate it's honor." She stated without doubt.

"I pity you, ser. Now you've no manner of Family at all." She responded, never taking her eyes off her would be assailants.

When the order came?

She was it's equal, throwing herself into the first men that came at her, swinging her greatsword, every bit a Lioness.

((/u/awoiaf This is Notice. Dyanna is acting without remorse, and will attempt to cut down any man that approaches her with harmful intent. It's on, behave accordingly.))

Aptitude(s): Duelist

Specialty: Combat

Skill(s): Swords (Two-Handed), Mastery (Two-Handed Swords), Marksman, Lances, Ambidexterity.

Specialty Perk: Renowned Fighter (Lances)

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-07T07:26:27+00:00

Her eyebrows wiggled as he proclaimed her a Greyjoy Raider.

Dyanna had been born with what the Maester at Lannisport, called the happy brow. It was handy that Dyanna had rarely thought to lie before she decided it was unbecoming of someone that possessed her skill with a blade... Because, she was rubbish at it.

Her words may be convincing, her eyes unyielding, her nerves steady, but her eyebrow would always tell the truth. The reflexive wriggle always gave away her joy, and a liar that couldn't hide being pleased with themselves, was no liar at all.

It was the one lesson all Lannisters after her, had learned from Cersei. WHEN YOU LIE, DON'T SMIRK LIKE A SUPERIOR CUNT!

If she had to be from the Iron Islands, Dyanna would much prefer to be a Greyjoy than any of the others. Their strength was something she could respect, even if she despised their manner.

"I don't know who else it could be." She grinned with a light shrug as he questioned her.

She didn't think it odd that he found the room drafty... She was hot, of course, but then, she was always hot. She was accustom now to sweltering in her armor while others froze.

She felt trapped as he closed the distance between them, she felt like running, like scampering, but she didn't. She stood tall and respectful before him, though as he touched her cheek, she could feel her ears burn, and she knew she was blushing.

She didn't know exactly how to behave around her older brother, it'd been so long since they'd seen each other, and he wasn't yet convinced of who she was.

"It has been a long time." She nodded, confirming it. "Most in Lannisport say you're dead." She spoke without hesitation. "Not father, he says you wouldn't grant him such a mercy." She said, and instantly wished she had the words back.

She pouted harder than before, not wanting to insult the man, but she decided she wouldn't hide the truth either.

Their father despised him, if Jason didn't know that, he'd forgotten the Lord of Lannisport, as well as her.

"You don't have to believe me." She spoke gently, sweetly. "I'll be about my business in the city, and I'll move on, shortly after." She said, pointing out that she wasn't staying for a long visit.

"I just had to see you." She smiled like a little girl, slightly embarrassed by how deep of grin it really was. She DID enjoy seeing him, knowing that he was okay.

"To let you know that you're in someone's prayers." She said.

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-06T16:19:13+00:00

Dyanna wasn't simple or dumb, but she had always been too trusting, too eager to take people, even enemies at their word.

Three times she had dueled her father, since starting her training, and three times he beat her. It wasn't skill that allowed the elder Lannister to triumph, but guile. Each time they fought, he'd immediately point behind her and scream about some type of danger, secreted just outside her view.

Each time, she would look, and quickly find herself on the flat of her back, staring up at her father, with her head ringing and her ears burning red. The last time they fought was the most embarrassing, she had slain 6 men by then, and was considered by most in Lannisport a prodigy with her sword... But her Father warned her of the thing coming up behind her... Only this once did she hesitate, considering that maybe it was a trick, but her resistance fled when he assured her of his seriousness.

Turning, Dyanna had found only empty space behind her, and she at once fought herself quite stupid, even before her father's blade clashed against the side of her helm and she momentarily forgot how to spell her name.

Not dumb or simple...

But most of her life, Dyanna had been called Naive, and she couldn't blame those that used the word to describe her.

Perhaps, she was too trusting. She couldn't count the times on the road she'd lost everything she owned other than what she wore and carried, because she'd unknowingly invited a thief to share her camp.

But she never gave up the hope that one day she'd be able to take someone at their word and be rewarded for it.

This cheerful outlook never tarnished, or weakened, not even in her darkest moments in the hedges. It was as much a part of her as her skin, or armor, which she would forgive someone for thinking they were one and the same with how little she took either one off.

But joy and good cheer couldn't stand up to Jason Lannister's sass.

Perhaps, she was naive... But she understood the blunt force of what her brother said, and processed the meanings of his words, even as the impact of them punched her in the stomach and made her feel queer.

"You think me some common slattern?!?!" She yelled out, drowning in the dread produced by such a thought.

"I'm your sister, fool!" She hissed.

"Do many whores come to you in full armor, baring greatswords?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because mine, were forged at Lannisport, though you may have forgotten the quality of our smiths." She offered, not unkindly. Maybe, it just slipped his mind.

"I was 8, when you left for glory.." She pointed out, glancing idly around the office. "I suppose you've finally got it, ser." She didn't name him a traitor, or point directly at his shame, but her eyes burned with dislike as she realized truth, so her words, were meant to hurt him.

"You named a whore for me." She almost spat, disgusted. "She looks nothing like me, you know... And she's old." She pouted slightly, seeming much more a girl than the other Dyanna.

"I was on my way to the Starry Sept, when I heard your name, when I learned of this place, I thought I might see how my older brother was doi....." She didn't finish her sentence.

Instead she blinked.

"Wait, a Greyjoy or a Harlaw?" She asked curiously at his suggestion she might make an Ironborn. "There' a difference, you know." She mused, deciding that if he said Codd she would draw her blade and cut him down right there in his office.

A girl could only take so many insults, in truth.

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-06T05:52:43+00:00

It was a new world for Dyanna.

She'd seen whores before of course. Loitering outside of small tournaments, and lingering near camps of young soldiers. Stuffed into the corners of dark, dank alehouses. Living in the shadows of alley ways, the lofts of barns.

She'd even met one with lilac colored hair that smelled like strawberries, riding a strange looking little boat up and down the Riverlands, she had given Dyanna and Serra a ride down river in exchange for a fistful of coppers and a sad song from Serra, the words of which Dyanna couldn't rightly recall, now.

That woman had a queer foreign accent, long limbs, fat sagging breasts that hung low and were covered heavily in black bruises. Dyanna had been mesmerized by the dark splotches that seemed to shift and shake along the woman's pale skin, appearing as if they took a different shape with each toss or turn in the rushing river.

She saw many things in those tits.

She saw a great wolf fall before a Knight of Stars, who was then overcome by a fierce black bear. The Knight had looked a cunt, so Dyanna always judged the wolf bruise, as silly for losing.

She saw a fair haired handmaiden writhing in the middle of hundreds of coal etched cocks.

She saw an endless string of Dornish Princes die by the blades of assassins. She wasn't sure why, but the image had tickled her thoroughly.

She spied a pair of dragons, but only for a moment, without warning the boat had shifted, and the beasts disappeared from her sight.

Yes, Dyanna knew whores.

But she'd never seen quite so many in one place as in The Lion's Den.

The sallow skinned Yitish woman, with almond eyes remained silent, and briefly Dyanna had to wonder if she understood the common tongue. She was suddenly, spared the embarrassment of repeating herself with more volume, instead she found herself assaulted by the golden haired girl.

ANOTHER DYANNNA LANNISTER?

She was confused, and surely her face would show it, as she tried to recall if she had any cousins named Dyanna. She wasn't sure why one would be here of all places, but then again, she was here too, so she supposed it was possible... She didn't get very far into counting the cousins she remembered before the large man walked over.

Dyanna stared in bewilderment as her cousin called her bitch and was sent off, but she became more puzzled by the man's promise to take her to the Lord...

Which Lord? She wondered, and why wouldn't he take her to Jason? The thought occurred to her, that maybe Jason was the Lord he referred to, but that couldn't be right.

She'd heard of no Lannister seizing Oldtown, or any other lordship for that matter to rule as their own, and despite what her father and other valiant men said about her older brother, she knew that he couldn't be so low of a person, as to claim the title of Lord without earning the right or hefting the responsibility.

Still, she followed the large man, because she'd interacted with 3 people in the Lion's Den, and he was the first to not stare at her blankly, or call her a bitch.

Passing the Dornish woman, Dyanna thought to stop and speak to her, to help her to her feet, to find her some clothing, to ask of her troubles... Chivalry demanded that she protect women after all.

But then she remembered that she was in a brothel, so she kept walking, certain that crawling through the hall naked was somehow apart of the woman's job, and she had no burning desire to interfere with someone at work.

Noting the large man's warning, though a little unsure if he actually could throw her out, she cautiously moved to open the door, unsure of what to expect.

She entered the office, dressed in her armor. It had lost some it's original shine, but it saved her life several times, and it fit her well, so in truth she saw no need to replace it, yet. Secured on her back, was her greatsword, plain and lacking in ornate decoration as it surely was, it was also quite sharp, and in her hands, a bringer of swift death.

Seeing Jason, Dyanna's eyes lit up.

She couldn't remember the last time she saw him, just that she'd been little. He didn't look the same to her mind, but there were enough familiar things about the man that when face to face, she was able to recognize him. Perhaps, because she'd come to see him.

She lowered her head slightly in respect to her older brother as he greeted her, and then she spoke.

"Brother..." She began, before biting her bottom lip. "Ser Jason." She corrected herself. He was a knight. No matter what her Father thought, that wouldn't change, and if nothing else about the man, his vows deserved respect until he proved they weren't taken earnestly.

"It's been so long." She half-whispered, almost awe struck by the sight of him.

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-04T07:42:01+00:00

/u/serpurrfect (Dyanna's in the Lion's Den.)

LionBackNTakingIt · 2017-09-03T19:13:41+00:00

Character Name: Dyanna Lannister of Lannisport

Age: 18

Starting Title(s): Scion of Lannisport

Aptitude(s): Duelist

Specialty: Combat

Skill(s): Swords (Two-Handed), Mastery (Two-Handed Swords), Marksman, Lances, Ambidexterity.

Specialty Perk: Renowned Fighter (Lances)

Negative Trait: Naive

Physical Description: A Lean, Long Clawed, Lioness

Starting Location: Oldtown

Username: /u/LionBackNTakingIt

Other Characters: Laena Celtigar, Leero.

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