STORY TITLE: For the Good of Westeros
PART: 01 of ?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: My Yahoo Group, , Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, the Game of Thrones Characters and setting are owned by George R.R. Martin and HBO
SUMMARY: Ned Stark confronts Cersei about her children, with a very different outcome from canon!
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Ned Stark/Cersei Lannister
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 4,314
SPOILERS: None, goes extremely AU during the first season of Game of Thrones
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
AUTHORS NOTES: Just a story idea that wouldn't leave me alone, and yet another fandom I've never written before. Hope you enjoy! There are a ton of questions raised in the chapter, but they will be answered as the story progresses.
The Red Keep
Tower of the Hand
Kings Landing, Westeros
Cersei looked around the chambers, barely concealing her disgust at the way this northerner had thrown his furs anywhere, giving the room a disheveled appearance, just like the bastard who had taken up residence. She was still furious at Robert for offering this man the position of the Hand of the King, it should have been Jamie, damn it all! And her husband had escaped her annoyance by going off on another one of his accursed boar hunts as if the larders weren't well stocked enough already!
And this lout had already embarrassed her family by showing up Joffrey's ill behavior in his confrontation with the peasant boy that the Arya girl had befriended. She'd been planning to have Robert kill the girl's wolf to punish her behavior, but with her cursed husband swayed by Stark's words she had to back down and actually punish her son for his actions. She was going to find a way to destroy this 'Lord' Eddard Stark and his entire family for the affront he'd shown her!
But that was a subject for contemplation later when she could drop the polite mask a Queen is required to wear. "So, Lord Stark, you asked to meet with me, saying you had information crucial to the health of the realm?" She kept her voice politely concerned as if this fool could possibly know anything that would trouble the Court Fool, let alone a Queen! Cersei soon found out just how wrong she was, as his calm, almost amused voice turned her blood to ice in her veins.
"Tell me, your Grace, the child who died, was he actually Robert's, or Jamie's, just like the other three?"
He chuckled, "Your reaction answers my question, so you don't need to say anything. In case you were wondering, Jon Arryn found out the truth before he was poisoned, and the information isn't hard to discover if you bother to look. All three of your children have the Lannister blonde hair, when it's been established for centuries that when Lannisters' and Baratheons' have children, they all, without exception have the dark Baratheon hair. Not really surprised Robert didn't figure it out, he always was better at fighting and fucking than poring over dusty old books."
She did her best to keep her voice steady, "And what do you think you will do with this fantasy of yours, Stark?"
He actually laughed, and fear suddenly clutched her throat with icy talons. He couldn't have, already, could he?
"There is no 'will do' about it, your grace, it's already done. I've written to Robert's brothers, as well as the heads of House Tully, House Tyrell, House Greyjoy, House Martell and several others with the information, as well as having runners prepared to go throughout the Seven Kingdoms and spread the news. You and Jamie will be lucky if you are only beheaded, along with Joffrey and Tommen, and Myrcella married off to House Frey or some other non-entity. If you aren't lucky, the two of you will find yourselves in the Fourth Level of the Dungeons, and I'm sure you are aware of what happens there!"
The cultivated mask crumbled, she couldn't face the idea of her sons being killed and her daughter married off, there had to be a way out of this, otherwise, he wouldn't have warned her, but what did he want?
With a sigh, her shoulders slumped, "Very well, Lord Stark, you've won. What do you want to stop that information from being sent? You've already got power, and have never seemed interested in gold, so what do you want?"
He chuckled, "Why, your grace, you've forgotten the most important thing all men want. And because of your husband, I've had to leave my wife behind."
She shrugged, "So there are plenty of whores available, I'm sure you can find one to your taste. That doesn't answer my question, what do you want?"
He stared at her, disbelief in his eyes, "You can't really be that dense, can you woman? You've managed to scheme your way into having your brother's son be Heir to the Iron Throne, and I've no doubt you are already plotting ways to have me killed to protect your secret, but you haven't figured out what I want?"
He sneered, stalking forward and his hands grabbing the front of her dress, "You, you silly cunt, you will meet my needs as often and wherever I want or the letters and runners are sent. And don't think that killing me will prevent the news from being released. Just the opposite in fact. If I don't appear in public and give a specific signal on a daily basis, everything will be revealed, including Jamie's attempt to kill my son!"
She pulled herself upright, she would not submit to this lout! She was a Lannister damn it, raised to play the Game of Thrones with her mother's milk. "You're bluffing, Stark. You wouldn't do it, because it would bring down the entire kingdom, and your head would be right there beside Robert's and the rest!"
He just shook his head and said
"You'll never wed the prince, you'll wed the king. You'll be queen, for a time. Then comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear.
The king will have 20 children and you will have three. Gold will be their crowns . . . gold their shrouds. When your tears have drowned you, the Valonqar shall wrap his hands about your pale white throat and choke the life from you.
"That was the prophecy Maggy the Frog gave you, isn't it? If you do what I tell you, the prophecy can be avoided, and all three of your children will live long and happy lives, giving you grandchildren before you die. But if you don't, you will bury all of your children before you and Jamie are buried alive. So, what's it to be?"
She couldn't think, how did he know about the prophecy? Even Jamie didn't know about it! Why does he know these things, and why is her mind so fuzzy, she needs to figure this out, but it's like her thoughts are floating away... No! No! What witchery is this? Why are my hands moving, why are they opening my dress? I'll never give myself to his monster, I'll see him dead first!"
She was still trying to understand what was happening when the dress dropped off her body and she stood naked before him. When she realized what she had done, she stumbled backward, her hands trying to cover herself, but he gestured and she was frozen in place. What is this insanity, there is no magic in the Starks, not for centuries, and he's never demonstrated anything like this before!
She opened her mouth to demand answers, but the words wouldn't form, she just stood there, gaping like a fool of a Tully! He was still fully dressed, looking at her with an amused expression on his face, completely in control of the situation. Almost in spite of herself, Cersei felt a bit of respect for how he had turned the tables on her. Not that it would stop her from having him die an agonizing death as soon as she could arrange it, but he might actually prove to be a worthy adversary.
He softly said, "You don't need to speak, Cersei, I have a better use for your mouth. Get on your knees."
His gaze was implacable, and even though she struggled, she found herself kneeling on the fur covering the floor in front of him. She was staring up at him with hatred in her eyes, but he just smiled, opening his trousers and pulling his shaft out. Despite herself, her eyes widened seeing his size, he was bigger than Jamie and far larger than Robert, she might actually get some pleasure from this after all.
"You know what to do, you spent enough time on your knees manipulating the men into doing what you want, so I expect you to do a good job and swallow everything I give you!"
It was then she realized that whoever this was, he couldn't possibly be Ned Stark! Stark had been in Winterfell for the last 20 years, and wouldn't have had time to discover even rumors of her dalliances when she was younger in Casterly Rock, where she was sure that Stark had never set foot. But who was he? If he was one of the Faceless, then why go through this charade?
She was still thinking furiously when he entered her mouth, and her body automatically started sucking, her tongue moving along his shaft. She paid enough attention not to bite or scrape him with her teeth, even though she wanted nothing more than to bite it completely off. Cersei knew that the price she would have to pay would exceed the satisfaction it gave her.
She distantly heard his voice saying to touch herself, that it would make it better for her, and she wanted to ignore him, but her hand moved from her thigh and she started rubbing herself, irritated that there was already wetness forming.
What was this person's game, whoever he was? His hand was resting on top of her head, not gripping her, just resting there, but she could feel something changing inside her! She tried to hold onto herself, but she suddenly realized that her anger and hatred were fading away, and she was filled with adoration for the man above her.
She gathered the last remaining strands of her will and tried to push away, but it was useless, his hand was gently stroking her hair and she no longer wanted to move, to do anything but worship this man, in any way he desired! A fading voice in her mind was screaming at her to resist, to fight back, but it was soon completely gone, and there was nothing but the hard cock in her mouth, and she started serving him with a will!
If she'd looked up, she would have seen the contemptuous smile on his face, but probably wouldn't have even wondered why he was smiling that way?
Her fingers were slipping inside her, rubbing herself to get stretched out to receive him into her body. She wondered if he would give her another child? It would be nice to have a healthy baby for a change, and his hair was dark enough that Robert would never suspect. Her thumb brushed against the little nubbin that gave her such pleasure, and she hummed happily around his cock.
She kept sucking, taking him out of her mouth to lick the shaft and place kisses on the head before putting him back in her mouth. She had no idea how long she'd been worshiping him, but eventually, he swelled in her mouth and she started swallowing his seed, enjoying the pleasure that tingled in her body with each burst of his love.
When she finally got everything, the pleasure kept building until she felt like her entire body was on fire! The waves of pleasure washed away any fears or doubts that had been hiding in the deepest reaches of her soul, and she knew that her Master would keep his word, her children would live long happy lives, and she would live to see them present their children to her. She and they would live, nothing else mattered!
Ned grinned as he watched the Queen, the cause of so much misery and death, transform into his eager and willing whore! But there was still more to do, to ensure that the changes he made were permanent. There had been a time, centuries ago, when he felt qualms about altering women the way he was, but after so many worlds and so many different lifetimes, he had come to accept that it was necessary to complete the missions he was given.
And he hadn't lied to Cersei at all, she would live to see her children grown and parents themselves, just because Joffrey would never be king didn't mean that he couldn't achieve happiness, Tommen would be a far better king, especially with him to provide guidance. And Myrcella would live to marry the man she loved, she was the true innocent in all of this power hunger and insanity.
When he saw the light of awareness return to Cersei's eyes, he searched and saw that she was already devoted to him, the former hatred long gone. He reached down to her, and pulled her to her feet, guiding her to the bed and laying her on her belly. She seemed to prefer this position anyway, and it would make it easier to take her ass. She'd never done that, but would soon learn to enjoy it. Besides, it just reinforced the fact that he totally owned her. After Robert succumbed to his wounds, he would give her a collar to wear under her dresses.
He would also need to remove Littlefinger before he brought Catelyn to the Keep since that traitorous bastard obsessed over Catelyn worse than Snape ever did over Lily Potter! Even if he hadn't been obsessed with Catelyn, he was still going to die for the murder of Jon Arryn, and all the other treason he was contemplating.
It was a fine line deciding what pieces to remove from the board, Littlefinger would die for what he had already done, while Joffrey hadn't actually done anything yet to die for. He was a spoiled little shit, and more than a little unstable, but that could be changed. Roose and Ramsey Bolton were a special case, as was the Frey family, they were going to die for the defects in their personality that caused so much harm to the people of the North. But he could plan his assassinations later, he had a woman to claim.
Stripping out of his clothing, he grabbed his belt and climbed onto the bed behind her, lifting her hips, he said, "Put your hands behind your back Cersei, and spread your legs."
She followed his orders obediently and grabbed her wrists in one large hand as he shoved his cock into her soaking pussy, slamming her forward. She gasped as he filled her, and he could feel her stretching around him, and it was clear she enjoyed the experience as her walls gripped him. Lifting her wrists, he wrapped his belt around them, holding her in place as he fucked her.
Her moans changed pitch as she started moving against him, pulling him deeper into her body, the way she tightened around him told him she was already starting to peak. He wanted her to enjoy giving herself to him, so he used a trick that he had learned as Neville Longbottom from Harry, and pulled the magic into his fingers. Reaching around, he stroked her pussy and let the magic out, sending Cersei over the edge as her entire body stiffened before she collapsed on the bed, shuddering and crying out happily, her entire being open to his manipulations.
Concentrating, he buried the roots of her devotion and submission to him so deeply that it would seem they had occurred naturally when they first met. It was now her idea to offer herself to him, keeping her children's origins a secret was just the excuse she used. This would ensure she didn't question her changed attitude. He also instilled the knowledge that Joffrey was unsuited to rule, and her scheming mind would be starting to think of ways to get the boy to accept that. He had faith in her cunning and ambition to come up with a successful plan. She would have impressed Salazar himself if the man had ever met her!
The woman was still lost in her pleasure, and he kept stroking into her, keeping her orgasm going. He needed her completely relaxed for the next step, and there was very little better than an orgasm to do that. Reaching for the bowl of oil that he had placed beside the bed, he coated his fingers and started rubbing between her ass cheeks. Cersei stirred as she felt the pad of his finger rubbing her hole, but he sent another pulse of pleasure through her body and she relaxed again. The woman didn't react other than to moan when his finger pushed through the ring of muscle and started stretching her.
He'd done this with so many women over of the centuries, and all of them learned to enjoy it, even Pansy Parkinson, who had more inhibitions than a 50's housewife quickly became eager to bend over and spread herself for Neville to take her. Draco had been furious the first time he caught them, but Neville really didn't care, the ferret deserved all the misery he received. Of course, the ferret had really lost his mind the time that he stumbled on Neville and Harry sharing the Slytherin Princess, with Hermione riding the girl's face! It didn't matter how many lives he lived, or how many people he became, the look on Draco's face would always give him a massive amount of pleasure. The only thing better would have been if they had been able to smuggle Narcissa into the school so she could have been there too. Oh well, Neville got to enjoy Narcissa and Pansy several more times before he had to leave the man's life behind, but the skills, attitude and ability remained, so he had no doubt that Neville greatly enjoyed the remainder of his life with his wives.
Cersei was relaxed enough to add a second finger, and as usual, she started moving against him, trying to get his fingers deeper into her virgin hole. She gave a guttural moan as his third and then fourth fingers filled her, stretching her enough to be able to take his cock easily. His free hand was still fingering her pussy as he slowly fucked her, keeping her in a state of blissed-out semi-awareness.
Pulling back, his cock slide out of her pussy and he removed his fingers from her tightest hole, putting the head against her stretched ring. Pressing forward, she grunted as the bulb pushed into her, and he held still, letting her body adjust to him. He'd already conditioned her mind to the idea that he would be taking her there whenever he wanted, and she was eager to please him by submitting. Once she was ready, he pushed forward, relishing the heat and tightness surrounding him as he was completely buried inside her.
His clean hand kept fingering her as he pulled back and slid forward, letting Cersei move against him, her moans of pleasure and encouragement putting a smile on his face. Ned really did want Cersei to enjoy her new outlook on life, she was an extremely intelligent and capable woman, and channeling those traits into positive directions would help him complete his mission at lot earlier. He was getting to the edge of cumming and wanted to ensure she peaked at the same time. He had no problem at all reading her pleasure, so he kept fingering her, his thumb finding her clit and, just as the pressure was becoming unbearable, he started rubbing her clit and buried himself in her ass!
The release was indescribable, as the orgasm he'd been holding back finally hit him, and it triggered another series of earth-shaking climaxes in Cersei, who howled in ecstasy, her sweat soaked body quaking on the bed before collapsing, insensate, as he pulled his softening cock from her body. He scanned her mind once again, and nodded, everything was as it should be, and he removed the belt from around her wrists.
Climbing off the bed, he moved into the bathing room and smiled at the two serving women who had his bath prepared. He'd already claimed both of them and ensured their silence and devotion to him before they left Winterfell, so they would keep his secrets. He had absolutely no qualms about adjusting their minds and personalities because if he hadn't, they would be among the members of his household executed for treason when Littlefinger betrayed them. But, with all the changes he'd made so far, that wouldn't be happening, and Ned would live to watch his family grow up.
Seeing that the bath was ready, he nodded and gave them a smile before returning to the bed and saw that Cersei was starting to become aware again. Taking her hand, he helped her to stand and guided her into the bathing room where the two naked servants helped her into the tub and climbed in, washing the evidence of their activities away. Cersei didn't even object when, at his signal, one of the girls started to rub her between her legs, and slipped a finger inside her. She just opened her eyes and looked at him questioningly, seeing him nod she relaxed and let the girl continue to touch her. It would take a little time, but soon Cersei would accept the girls' using their mouth on her, and she would be licking them as well.
He sat back in the tub and let the other girl clean him, scrubbing the dirt and sweat off his body before washing his cock. The girl was well practiced at her duties since she and the other serving women had plenty of experience bathing him after he bedded one or more of them. Ned and Catelyn had been enjoying them, both together and separately even before he'd woken up as Ned, so the women just enjoyed the pleasure he and Catelyn gave them.
He saw Cersei looking at the girl bathing her curiously, and Ned saw that she had noticed the lack of hair between the servant's legs. He smiled at her, "All of my bed-mates are hairless, I don't enjoy seeing a forest covering their cunts." At her unspoken question, "Yes, Cersei, they will be shaving you once you are clean, but I've ensured that Robert won't notice, and neither will your brother."
The Queen nodded obediently, and he was pleased that she didn't react to his use of the word 'cunt', her unconscious training was already influencing her. She could be the Queen when she was outside his chambers, but inside those doors, she was his whore, and a whore didn't have any standing to object to his language. He was really looking forward to Catelyn arriving, his wife would enjoy having the haughty woman on her knees in front of her, her tongue hard at work, but that was for later, it was time to continue Cersei's training.
At his gesture, she lifted herself out of the water and spread her legs, allowing her girl to cover her hair with the shaving soap and start removing the tight curls that covered her. He briefly considered having the servant place a kiss on the bare flesh, but the light through his window was getting dimmer, so the would need to be seen at dinner fairly soon. It wouldn't be appropriate for the Queen to be missing when news of her husband's injury came to her, after all. He would be punishing her for arranging the injury, but that would be later.
When they had been dried and dressed in the appropriate clothing, he guided Cersei to a hidden passage from his rooms to her chambers so she could appear as needed. He'd created the passage himself, and would only allow Cersei to be aware of it when he wanted her to come to him. It would keep the rumors from circulating about the amount of time the Queen spent with him. Of course, with the actions he was planning to take, there would be enough for the court and the peasants to gossip about to keep them busy for months!
Later that Night
It was nearly midnight when Ned returned to his chambers. The news of Robert's injury arrived just as dinner was being served, and it took several hours for the chaos to be brought under control. The Queen was believably stricken and hurried to spend time with her husband, ensuring his wounds were tended properly. Her children were in attendance also, so it was left to Ned to ensure that everything was kept running smoothly.
But at last he was able to get some privacy, waving away the servant girls who woke up at his entry, he closed the door behind him and stripped to the skin, lowering himself to the furs covering his floor. Once he was in position, he closed his eyes and, using the gift that was his birthright, before he'd attracted the attention of whatever trickster god who sent him on his journeys, he sent his eyes out to monitor the kingdoms.
End Chapter One