Lysa could not stand most young highborn women (not that the elder, like her Jonna Arryn were any better), so nattering and gossipy, naive and foolish, carefree and...plain Irritating, compromising the chivalry of her honourable knights with low cut dresses and scandalous familiarity with the noblefutas-oh how it made her seethe-one girl in particular had been caught on her hands and knees, being mounted like some beast by one of her lowborn footwomen!

Said footwoman was obviously removed from the guard of her poor, bedridden Robyn, but the girl? Oh the girl! A Waynwood, granddaughter of the old woman in Ironoaks, she was perhaps 20, and already a whore of a girl-where the Waynwoods had gone wrong Lysa didn't know, it was frustrating because she was important. The Waynwoods were some of her regency's most powerful vassals, so she couldn't just...exile the girl or throw her out of the moon door! It soured the 38-year old's expression as she entered the room where the girl was held.

She strutted forwards, chin up, eyes glaring down at the little huss- Lysa stopped in her place.

The girl was...cherubic, beautiful, so intense was the feeling that Lysa's expression turned from a stormy, sour thing, to one she had often used with her Robin when he was bad, a soft smile, a gentle look in her eyes-though it was tinged with something else, there was a lust in Lysa at the sight of the woman that had been found receiving a dicking like a bitch. She tilted her head and spoke. "You are...Darna Waynwood, are you not?" She started, much to the girl's grimace-she nodded and Lysa continued, stepping closer as she approached.

"You have...made a mistake. One that I cannot easily forgive." She idly pulled a prepared, rolled up length of parchment from her belt-pouch. "This is a letter describing the events that occurred in my Castle, of your...filthy deed." She explained, and watched the colour drain from the girl's face. "I have a proposition that would...prevent your family-or anyone else for that matter, from ever seeing this letter, and knowing that such a thing has happened."

The girl looks at Lysa, hopeful, her fingers entwined as she tries to stammer out some pitiful thanks, Lysa shushes her after she says that she would do anything. It's all too easy, even as that motherly instinct pulls at her heartstrings she smiles.

"Good, because you will be warming my bed, I find myself lonely, and you have demonstrated yourself eager to...debase yourself as such." She murmured. "It has been terribly lonely, with my girl so feverish, and you are...rather pretty." Lysa admitted. "You remind me of myself when I was your age...I have much to teach you."

It was the start of an odd relationship-with Lysa holding what was...essentially a life-ending piece of blackmail, while awkwardly mothering her new lover, making sure she had eaten well, offering her comfort, and growing...overinvolved in the woman's life, dictating her manner of dress, forcing her to practically prostrate herself before the Arryn name in court, being...overbearing, over-familiar, controlling and almost opressive and indeed, over lustful yet selfish with pleasure.

Lysa was voracious, needy and required cuddles and kisses-affirmation of her beauty which while not totally abandoning her, had grown strained by pies and her health, the woman was pretty, but she was no longer the stunning beauty that once was. She wasn't the best in bed, preferring a...almost one sided affair, mixed in with occasional humiliation and embarrassing affection-why, she had even had Darna Waynwood call her mother during their time together!

Kinks: Futadom (from gentle to rough) Cumplay, intercrural/outercourse, discipline, orgasm denial, age gaps, being overbearing and needy, lactation, breast play, oral, anal, rimming, premature ejaculation, affection, impregnation, denial, interruptions, teasing, foot play and momdom!

Limits are Hyper, scat, pee, and gore/death!