She travelled by wheelhouse.
Alone.
The Lannister boy had widened his eyes when she told him that she had never ridden before. She hadn't even touched a horse beforehand and she surely had no love for the huge beasts!
He asked how she travelled previously and was surprised when she'd told him that she had never been outside King's Landing.
His uncle had laughed and told him that whores were the best riders, but that they didn't ride on horses.
Thus her journey began.
By the Seven! If she had a penny every time Jaime mentioned Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the morning, she could have bought Casterly Rock... two times! She never saw him, but she was sure she would have recognized him. The way his white cloak would fall from his shoulder, how he would handle his glorious sword…
' He should have let the great knight fuck his pretty ass, no doubt Ser Dayne would have appreciated.'
After hours of being caged like some stupid bird, with no one to talk to, and the pleasure of feeling every bump of the twice-damned road, they finally decided to take a rest.
Taking a rest meant for her to be fucked by ser Jaime Lannister.
He would fuck her like it was his last day on earth, and then he would talk " Did I tell you how Ser Arthur…" and then he would tell her something fascinating like how Ser Arthur could fight and slice an apple at the same time, or something like that, after a short break he would fuck her again. He lasted longer now, and she wished his breaks would be longer too, but he had too much stamina.
Her body felt sore, her cunt was irritated and tender, sometimes she had the feeling his cock was longer inside her than inside his pants.
Sore, sick, miserable.
She had liked his kisses, but now she wanted to slap him. He was happy to return home, to his brother, she had heard he was as hideous as Jaime was beautiful, a twisted ugly creature with fangs and claws… She didn't understand how he could love him, how such a monster was allowed to live.
She kind of looked forward to seeing him, Jaime had laughed at her question if he really had a cock and a cunt. He told her that he was a little boy with a head larger than average, his legs shorter and his mind sharper than his sword.
His huge sexual appetite wearied her; he rode the whole time, why didn't he just sleep?
She had been proud that most men couldn't get hard after her ministrations, Jaime needed scarcely ten minutes and after her mouth he wanted her cunt. Every night she put the sponge dipped in vinegar inside, this should kept his dangerous seeds away from her womb. Her greatest fear was to get pregnant before becoming rich and powerful. Jaime was too young and his father still too alive and well, if she got pregnant she was sure he would soon get bored of her body. She would have to sink her level, his family would hopefully take the little bastard, but her life would be over, maybe they would arrange a marriage with some nobody... No, she would whore her way back to King's Landing, better than to live between fishers in Lannisport.
It wasn't only the fear, she was kind of homesickness. The brothel had been her home, the girls some kind of family...now she only had Jaime, and she needed to monopolize him, two years before his marriage, and Cersei planned to be his only woman this time.
She cried tears of joy as her moon blood came, for a few days her cunt could rest.
Despite some discomfort with the frequency of his desire, being with Jaime Lannister meant eating the best, drinking the best, wearing the best money could buy.
The Madame had feared she would fall in love with the boy, but Cersei wasn't an idiotic goose who wanted to be loved.
Living in the brothel she saw what a woman was worth. A nice penny for a fresh pair of tits and a kick in the ass for a sapped one.
She had been lucky to be born to one of the rich and noble. They were looked after, cured and didn't have to whore themselves to exhaustion.
When the rich boy had had his fill, she would be going back with her cunt still tight and purse filled with gold
They lost a lot of time because of the wheelhouse. She could hear the swearing outside when the wheels got stuck. She could hear the cheering when Jaime came out, after visiting her…
She hated them all.
They reached the Westerlands a fortnight later than planned.
The sight of Casterly Rock was overwhelming, it was immense even from far away.
She couldn't wait to witness the sumptuous life of the rich, but Ser Gerion surprised her, she would stay in a house between Lannisport and the Rock.
She had expected she would live at Casterly Rock. Wasn't it normal for the nobles to want their mistresses near?
A hunting house between his home and Lannisport would become her new home. The hunting house was by not by any means small, but compared to the Rock...it was a rather modest affair. She had pictured herself eating from golden plates, surrounded by servants, being 'Ser Jaime's girl'
That Jaime hadn't been able to leave her alone for a bit and had acted as if he couldn't live if she wasn't by him, this new Jaime was eager to leave for his dumb golden Rock.
He made it clear to her that it wasn't a good idea for her to visit his home, as his father wasn't fond of whores, but she was sure she could change his mind. One day she would see the inside of this impressive fortress she had glimpsed at the horizon.
She kissed him goodbye only pouting a bit, she needed a bath and she needed to rest.
Only one servant would tend to her needs. Dalia, an ugly, old sour looking woman with sagging enormous breasts. A woman who, judging the way she glared at her, didn't like her at all.
No doubt she thought she wasn't good enough for her 'young lord' to stick his prick in her.
When Cersei asked for a bath, she had looked at her like she was out of her mind. Cersei wasn't able to stop herself from a sneaky remark "We don't want for Ser Jaime to fuck a dirty woman, do we? His cock could rot!"
The water wasn't hot enough and she missed Jaime scrubbing her back. For most of the journey she had wanted for him to leave her alone, and now she missed him.
How could he leave her alone in her first night in the house that would be her home for the next two years?
She slept in a huge but simple bed, and unlike the ones she had shared with Jaime, it hadn't been warmed before. Nevertheless she slept immediately and dreamed.
It was more a memory than a dream. She was six years old and had a rogue fever that had lasted days. Years later they had told her how no one had expected her to survive, her mother hadn't left her side, she had sponged her body to break the fever, she had kissed her caressing her hair. Mother had loved her. Someone was caressing her head, mother...
She woke up startled, it wasn't her mother of course, the one petting her only loved her cunt.
" Good morning Jaime." She remembered to smile, the girls in the brothel knew better than to wake her up, but he wasn't aware of the danger of waking her up, he was fully clothed in her bed.
" You were weeping in your sleep. Did you miss me?" His usual cocky smile painted on his lips.
Did she miss him, or the feeling of being loved? She couldn't tell.
" I've missed my sweet Jaime so much." As soon as her words were out, he was already reaching for her blanket, but a loud knocking startled both of them.
" Your bath is ready." Dalia entered with the grace of a bull. Her expression as sour as it had been the night before.
" Will you join me?" she asked in her most seductive voice, raising from her bed naked and not caring to wear her gown.
" If I get out of my clothes, I'll forget all of my plans for today. Be a good girl and I'll scrub your back for you."
Dalia glared was aimed at her naked body, but it soften as she watched Jaime.
She would prefer that he put my head under water, but it wasn't Jaime's intention, his hands wandered around her body. "Don't worry Dalia, I'll help her." As if the witch gave a damn about her. He turned toward Cersei, "Dalia is a great cook, I'll leave you in the best of care"
She had been sure he would fuck her in the bath, but he didn't try anything, despite his stiff cock.
After a breakfast full of delicacy from his noble table. Jamie showed her other things he bought for her.
" I noticed your clothes aren't appropriate for riding, this are some of my things. We can compare who wear it better"
It was a funny feeling wearing his clothes, she felt so much better and again she marvelled at their similarity.
Both starred fascinatingly at each other, it was like watching their own reflection coming to live.
" What are your plans for today, Jaime?"
" I'll be showing you around."
He lifted her onto his horse first and mounted behind her, she could feel his hardness poking at her spine, and she rubbed her ass provocatively on his front.
If she would have to suffer, he would too.
True to his words Jaime showed her one beautiful place after another. Since the house was isolated they only met a few people who already seemed to know who she was.
She couldn't resent them, they looked like twins, but after the initial surprise they watched her like she was some freak.
' So they are more accustomed to hideous dwarfs then whores.' She hated country bumpkin.
She couldn't believe the sea was this clear and clean. Jaime took her to his secret cave.
" I can't swim"
He was incredulous as he, of course, could swim elegantly and fast. After showing off, he offered her to teach her how to swim.
She was famished, her butt and legs hurt, but she had always wanted to swim.
Her mother had been able to swim, but she had never taught her to, because it was too dangerous for them to go outside half naked.
" We aren't women, we are unprotected game. " No stroll alone, no swimming, they could only go out in a group with Jill, the big muscled servant.
But now her arms were around his neck, her naked breasts pressed on his back, the smell of the sea, her fatigue, her almost freedom... She felt drunk.
Later as he thrusted inside her, she arched her back so he could reach deeper inside her, hugging him with her aching, heavy limbs. She could almost understand why some women liked to have sex.
This time she didn't mind that he rested his body on her, she didn't mind his sweat and his body who was always too warm.
His curls were plastered with seawater, his full lips slightly open, and she kissed him, not to seduce him, but because she wanted too.
She was happy that his uncle bought her.
They spent the whole day together, having fun, eating and drinking as if they were famished.
She was completely exhausted.
The next day Jaime found her feverish and with sunburn.
" Her skin is too fair, you shouldn't have taken her swimming the whole day!" A voice Cersei couldn't recognize spoke.
She felt like dying. She called for her mother, her mother smiled and suddenly she was gone. Men were around her. Men were dangerous! She had to protect her virginity…
" She needs to drink lot of water, she should eat fruits and vegetables…"
" I don't want to eat beets! I hate beets."
" The beautiful wench is coming back! Jaime take care she doesn't get any beets"
This time she recognized the laugh. It was Gerion Lannister
" Jaime?" her tongue was numb, her mouth dry "What happened?"
" You have a nice sunburn" he kissed her fingers.
Cersei was tried to smile, but her face hurt so much, she stopped midway.
" How do I look?"
" Delicious. Like a roasted duck."
She whimpered.
