Cersei

Just as she had expected, Jaime came to her in the night. She didn't really feel like being with her twin when the overwhelming sensation of Robert's powerful body on hers was still fresh on her mind. The prospect of Jaime's cock buried inside of her somehow didn't hold the same appeal it used to. How much could change in a single day, she marveled. For a moment she even considered sending him away, making excuses, but he wouldn't have it, she was sure. After all it was to be their last night together. So she had graciously spread her legs for him and moaned prettily. But in her mind, the pair of eyes that was ardently fixed on her was blue and the hair that her fingers were curled into was dark as the night. She had never needed to envision herself in the arms of another when Jaime was fucking her, she asserted, but she couldn't help herself. Physically Jaime was perfect, just as she was. And yet he was not like she would have liked him. He was so predictable and easy, much less a lion and a lot more like a lap dog. With each new thrust it became easier to imagine Robert on top of her, fearsome and dark, his strong arms around her. When her moans had gotten louder, Jaime silenced her with his hand, fearing that they might yet be caught. They'd probably both lose their heads if they did, she thought. After she came, careful not to scream out another man's name against her brother's fingers, he spent himself on her stomach before collapsing next to her. He knew how much she hated having his sticky, hot seed all over her, especially now when people would take notice of spoiled linen. She figured he did it just to spite her, to show his resentment towards the change that was about to happen. He was a lot like her that way, spiteful. She would be taking a bath in the morning, but all her new handmaids would be there to help her get ready for the ceremony. She considered it folly to risk any questions, so she gathered his seed with her fingers and licked it off as well as she could. It left a bitter taste in her mouth.

They fought in the early hours of morning. She had explained that it would be best to stay away from each other. Unless when, of course, they were expected to be around one another. He had refused, kissing her passionately, telling her that he would find a way to get to her if he had to. She was surprised to to find out that she had no intention of continuing their affair, but found she could not tell him. And how would she? Wasn't she the one who always said that they were part of the other, sharing a special bon, deeply belonging together until their very end? She couldn't.

'And how would you have it, you fool?' she had hissed at him. 'I am expected to be in Robert's bed from now on, don't you understand how dangerous things would be? How much we're risking already? Can't you just for once try to see reason, my love?!'

His eyes had flashed at her angrily at the mention of Robert, but he had agreed to keep his distance after that.

The preparations for the ceremony kept her busy for the rest of the morning. People were scurrying in and out of her chambers, some tending to her face and her hair, others to her dress. Oddly enough she found no great nervousness inside of her (apart from the sweet ache in her stomach whenever she thought about her future husband), instead she felt deeply relaxed and at ease, the prospect of her future shining as brightly as the morning sun.

It was about noon when she finally stood next to Robert at the Great Sept of Baelor. Her luxurious tresses were loosely pinned back cascading down all the way to the small of her back. She had never felt more beautiful than she did in the elegant jewelry and the exquisite fabrics that she wore, looking like the true queen she knew she was always meant to be. When Robert had smiled his most dazzling smile and put the heavy cloak bearing his family's sigil around her slender shoulders, she found she did not mind as much for she knew that nothing and no one, not even this gloriously untamable man could ever take the lion out of her. Father would be proud. Robert had pressed her tightly against him when he kissed her, a strong hand around her neck. It was a deep, slow kiss and a promise for more. What followed afterwards, the chanting and the music in the streets, left her giddy and light-headed. People looked up to Robert, looked up to his sweet young bride as if they were their salvation and she could not help but think that everything was too perfect. What if it was only a dream after all? The feast itself was magnificent. Cersei knew how much the peace of the realm had depended upon this marriage to happen, but she did not anticipate the utter joy and admiration she saw in the faces she passed. Even her father seemed merrier than he had in years. The only person who did not seem overjoyed that day was her brother who would glare daggers at Robert every now and then. But she found that she did not care, not when she was finally where she belonged.

She danced and laughed with many people that night, including a very dour Jaime and her lord father, who gravely told her once more what was expected of her as if she were still a child. Sighing, she explained that he had taught her well enough for her to not forget her duties anytime soon. He seemed satisfied and festively led her around the room after that. When Robert cut in to have yet another dance with his new bride, he happily handed her over. She had found, much to her surprise, that Robert's dancing was very accomplished, so she smiled brightly at him as he put his arms around her, pulling her a little too close for propriety. Not that anyone would care seeing as they were all well into their cups. Wrapped up in his tall frame she leaned her head against his chest as he led her for a while, his hands roaming over her backside, giving her arse a not so gentle squeeze. She could not help the deep blush that coloured her cheeks, nor the tightness that formed in her stomach. When they had reached a far corner of the room, he stopped moving. She lifted her head and looked up at him. His beautiful eyes were a little glassy when they met hers, but he quickly cast them down, shamelessly staring at her chest as he did. 'You are truly enchanting', he told her, a small salacious smile on his face. For a moment they were quietly staring at one another, hearts racing, then she brought up a hand to his face, gently stroking his cheek. 'Do I please you, my lord?' she breathed, never breaking eye contact. He did not answer her but took the hand that rested against his cheek in his own, turned it over and brought it to his mouth. He slowly kissed her palm, dragging his tongue over it, sending little shivers down her spine. He bent down a little and brought their lips together once more. She could taste the wine on his tongue as it played with hers. They stayed like that for a while, holding each other, kissing. She was breathless when he let go of her mouth and rested her forehead against his.

'I think I really want to fuck you now, my lady.', he growled. His breath was hot on her face and all she could do was nod her head meekly. He took her hand and led her back to their table, announcing to the crowd that they would retire for the night. Some people started to whistle, others made bawdy remarks and demanded a bedding ceremony. Cersei found it utterly distasteful, but she had no choice in the matter when the men started to pounce on her and undress her. Some groped her breasts, a few even tried to creep their hands between her legs. She tried to fend them off, but it was no use. She felt humiliated and badly manhandled when she finally found herself in their bedchamber, stripped of anything but her rather sheer shift. Robert entered a few minutes after her. He seemed in a good mood, giving her a charming smile when he strode over to her. 'My lord, was that really necessary?', Cersei was seething. 'I feel as if half your court has had their filthy fingers on me tonight!' Robert just laughed before he simply told her: 'Aye, they will all be thinking of your sweet body when they take their wives now.' As if that was supposed to make me feel better, she thought grimly. He stepped closer, his hands playing with the hem of her shift. 'But only I get to fuck you.'

She felt the ache in her stomach return with a sudden force and swallowed. Only then did she notice his almost naked body standing so very close to her and she simply could not believe she had not taken notice of it before. He looked like a god, tall, fierce and strong, smooth, unmarred skin over muscled flesh. She lifted her arms and he swiftly stripped her of her shift, leaving her completely naked in front of him. She was far too aroused to feel anything but the need pooling between her legs. His hands were on her body almost immediately, stroking her, exploring this new territory. He lightly tugged at her nipples before he cupped her breasts, kneading his fingers into her. She could see the tent in his underclothes and licked her lips, wanting to touch, to see. She brought her hand to his manhood, tentatively stroking him through the fabric. He snarled and lifter her into his arms. Their eyes locked and she saw the raging sea, come to take her away. In a few strides he had crossed their rooms and reached the bed. He gently placed her on it, grabbing her wrist and pinning them beneath her head, his body covering hers. His mouth began to wander down, leaving a trail of kisses on her neck and her chest before his lips closed around her breast. He sucked and licked each of her soft, pink breasts equally, her body squirming under his ministrations.

She cursed him for holding her hands prisoner for she wanted nothing more than to touch him. She tried to arch her body against his centre and a little moan escaped her when she felt his body ram into her in response. He thrust into her body, still holding her tight, continuing the game they had played last night. She found she could not take it, needed more than the friction. 'Please.. ', she whispered softly. 'I.. need you..' His movements stilled and he leaned back, releasing her hands. Finally sliding out of his underclothes, he moved back against her. She used her newfound freedom to run her hands along his chest, scraping her nails lightly along his skin. He settled himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pulsing against her entry. He wound his one arm around her body, the other cradled her head, her arms winding around his neck. His lips came down on hers, their mouths clashing together before he pushed himself inside of her wetness, never stopping until his manhood was buried deeply in her. Her scream would have been ringing through the entire castle, she was sure, had his mouth not muffled it. She had never felt so filled, she thought she was going to break apart right there in his arms. At the same time she wanted, even needed more of this unbearably sweet ache. But he had stopped his movements altogether. She tried to wriggle against him, but he kept still. Unendurably slow, he began to shift. The hand that had been gently holding her head was now wandering to her neck. She yelped when his fingers painfully clenching around it. Robert's voice was a dangerous growl, hot against her ear.

'Do you Lannisters think me a fool?! Who else had his cock up your cunt?'


Aaand another chapter. (:
I know, I know, this story says Cersei and Robert. But Jaime in there as well, has been for quite some time and I thought it would be ridiculous to assume he'd just be okay with everything and .. you now.. not make an appearance or two.

I'd be really happy to hear your thoughts!