Hello all! On we are to chapter 3! As I mentioned in earlier notes I have several scenes already thought out so updates will probably come pretty regularly. I'm guessing it will be at least once a week until we hit chapters 6-7. Don't take this as a promise as despite my confidence writer's block can strike us all.

Again Content Warnings: Non consensual and Humiliating Sexual Acts. Don't like don't read.

vMillion: It's funny you bring up the politics because that's actually what I'm usually more into writing. House Lannister's political position is interesting prior to Robert's death. I think it's actually a bit worse than people give it credit. Outside of sway on the iron throne and the supposed heir under control, there's a lot of people that don't like or don't trust Tywin. They have no allies at the start of WOT5K and its only by several lucky breaks they come out OK. If Cersei/Jaime was found out while Robert still lived, they would be FUUUUCKED...and not just how Cersei is in this story :) Also I think a scene of Tywin that is essentially him thinking "my expectations were low but holy fuck!" sounds great. Won't be a full chapter but I'll probably add it as a preamble or afterword to something.

Robert entered the small council chambers nonchalantly despite the weird feeling it now gave him. It was no secret that in the nearly eight years that Robert had reigned the councils which he attended could be counted on a single hand. As was the case with his whore queen, changes needed to be made. As he had taken control of Cersei's cunt now he would take control of the Small Council.

The various members bowed to him and said their respects as he entered. The council was headed by his foster father, Jon Arryn. He was an old man, but still sturdy. A good and honest man, but perhaps not what the Seven Kingdoms currently needed. If it came to it, forcing his resignation would be painful.

The other Valeman on the council did not let his head bow with his body. Petyr Baelish, commonly known as Littlefinger, was the newly made Master of Coin on the small council. A man whose numeric abilities were unquestionable, unlike his honor. Seeing years of lying had allowed Robert to parse out the false from the true. Littlefinger was good, but none could hide under real scrutiny. Regardless of trust, the man was useful, particularly his ties in the business of flesh peddling. Many of the toys Robert had in store had found their conception in Littlefinger. Robert eagerly awaited the man's next perverse idea.

Executing those ideas was Grand Maester Pycelle. Another man of questionable loyalty, but one who had motivations that could be used advantageously. While his loyalties may have once belonged to House Lannister, their fall from grace had left Pycelle seeking a new master. A place Robert had managed to fill with Pycelle eager to create more devices to pleasure the fairer sex. No doubt he planned to create extra for his own uses. What Pycelle demanded of his whores was not Robert's concern so long as his demands were met.

The spider was the greatest enigma among those present. The deceitful eunuch bowed to no master but was too useful to dispense with. Finding a way to replace him was to become a major priority.

As things stood that rounded out the undersized small council. The master of laws was too busy trying to sort out the city watch to attend regularly. Knowing Stannis might try to oppose his actions he had suggested an inspection of the Royal Fleet at Dragonstone. Stannis would be absent for at least half a year as he supervised the inspection of over two hundred vessels of war.

Robert paid little attention to the bowing and courtesies of his counselors as he seated himself at the center of the table. If they had said anything substantive he would need it to be repeated. No doubt these first meetings would be a slog to go through. Despite that this was a necessity, he needed to take back the reins of his kingdoms. That wasn't to say he could not also find ways to entertain himself during the proceedings. His midsection already was beginning to feel warm. Perhaps he would need to send a runner to call for his wife?

Cersei POV

Cersei waddled her way through the corridors of the Red Keep. The two ladies who controlled her small clothes practically dragged her from place to place. Robert now demanded that she give more time to providing hospitality to their lordly guests. One need only look over Cersei's body to tell the kind of entertainment she could offer.

Her state of dress was beyond scandalous. Modesty was no longer permitted to her. On top she wore the shortest of sheer red shirts, the color doing little to obstruct clear view of her buxom breasts, her nipples poking clear mounds in the fabric. The cloth did not even extend to cover her full tits as she displayed a clear underboob to all those who saw her. That this was the more modest portion of her outfit spoke volumes. Her small clothes covered only her crotch, with some cloth to cover her waist and ass. It was the only kind of undergarment she had worn since Robert took control of her. This set was crimson, with the fake member which protruded into her cunt being gold in color. It was a clear mockery of her family colors.

Pycelle had been working to "improve" on his design. Now the toy had developed a sort of elasticity. No matter how deliberate she might try to step, the cock would always slide up and down her pussy with each foot she planted. The device on its own would be enough to make her cum several times each day. The court had caught on in its own way as they seemed to have developed a running game of finding situations where she would be forced to curtsy. The dip in her hips causing the toy to thrust deep inside her, never failing to bring out a moan of pleasure.

One such occasion would be the midday luncheon which was being hosted by the ladies of house Stokeworth, the Lady Tanda and her heir Falyse. The old Lady Tanda had another daughter named Lollys, but she was widely known to be a lackwit. Apparently, she was such an embarrassment that she was not even worthy of dining with the disgrace whore Queen Cersei.

"Your grace it is an honor to be able to dine with you." the lady Tanda said as she fell into a deep curtsy. Her daughter did not follow her lead.

"The pleasure is all mine-AH-Lady Tanda." Cersei's response marred mid sentence by the involuntary moan the cock elicited from her.

"Why thank you your grace we hope the meal is to your liking." Falyse said, dipping her own hips, propriety now demanding Cersei do so in reply. It would be the usual game then.

"I am sure-OO-that it will meet the usual standards of your mother, my lady." Cersei replied, the member penetrating deep into her cunt as she curtsied, her hips spasming lightly as she rose.

"Well let us not dally then we should start, you must be tired your grace please...sit down."

Lady Tanda placed emphasis on her final words. Simply attempting to sit down had become an act of great difficulty. There was no way of sitting which did not end with the toy pressing deep inside her pussy. Cersei waddled herself to the chair she had been offered but kept her ass perched over it as she attempted to decipher how to best bring her bottom down.

"AI-EEE AH OO" Cersei cried out as one of Robert's ladies took hold of her shoulders and pressed her downwards. The cock piercing deep inside of her as it collided with the chair. She felt stupid for not seeing it coming. The ladies who shadowed her were every ounce Robert's pets. She would believe he was fucking them as well if they were not always joined at her hip. Throughout her schedule they seemed to take every little opportunity to force her to sexually humiliate herself.

They allowed her no breaks as she traveled between events. She would struggle to contain orgasms as the toy rammed itself into her cunt with every step she took. If she stopped to catch her breath, the ladies were then commanded to "finish her off". They would take hold of the toy and force it up and down her cunt until she moaned in delight and wetness dripped down her legs.

Cersei squirmed in her seat as she tried to comfortably set herself. It was impossible. With each little movement her insides were grinded against. If for the shortest moment she thread the needle a pleasured spasm could still ruin her.

"Your Grace, I am so pleased you were able to join us, previously you seemed to never have the time for it." The old Lady Stokeworth addressed her, she sipped a teacup of unknown liquid after speaking.

Among her many regrets was the way she used to brush off the lords of the crownlands. In her previous life she made no secret of how she thought of them as beneath her. All the invites she received, to feast, to hawk, or to ride, usually were replied to with the bare minimum of courtesy, if that at all. Now, with Robert commanding her schedule she had to come face to face with all those prickly lords and ladies who felt slighted. Lady Stokeworth held to decorum for now, many had not been so concerned.

"Indeed, I am amazed you were able to find the time for us, given how often his grace fills your...schedule."

What she wished to say was cunt. Yes, Robert did fill it often. Previously, she could spend her hours doing whatever leisure she might desire. Now she would spend half the day attending Robert's lords and the other half having him pound her pussy.

There was no true plan to it, she could be called for at any moment. Robert might fuck her during any number of activities. It had become almost a normality for her to bounce upon his cock while he held court sessions. He often grew bored of council meetings and he'd slide himself inside her cunt to entertain himself. She'd be called to the stables for a "good luck" quickie whenever he went out to hunt. He'd even try to satisfy both his appetites at once, biting into juicy meats as he tenderized her pussy.

All the court knew, they got to play audience for most of it. Men both old and young would ogle at her body. She felt a mind reader as she imagined all the ways they would seek to debauch her. The ladies were little different. She would swear before any septon that she'd witnessed several drool at how much Robert's cock stretched her slit. It was something she was to be reminded of at this meal by the young, frisky Falyse.

"It is a blessing you get to enjoy. His grace is so...large and virile...what I wouldn't give for my own husband to, just once, give me such episodes of pleasure as the king provides you."

It was not that she could not understand their jealousy. The men of Westeros were often found to be lacking. The most many would feel from their husbands was the pain from when they broke their maidenhead. The few who even sparsely enjoyed such pleasure were viewed with great envy.

Now, they all got to see as Robert made her cum as much as he willed. Often he could bring her to climax two or three times during a single session. Those ladies who watched them would be lucky to do so once every moon. But they couldn't see her side of it.

To cum so often was exhausting in the extreme. Nightly she would rest in her bed, muscles aching from all the spasming they had done. Her cunt received no rest at all. Not only did Robert's toy fill her during the day, but she was expected to sleep with it on as well. The jealous ladies may enjoy it for a time, but they would desire rest. Cersei would never again know such simple bliss again. She would never be allowed off this stag's wild ride. However, Robert would never let her voice such things. She needed to smile, nod, and agree.

"Indeed, there is no lady in Westeros who is as lucky as I." Cersei said through a strained smile. Her constant fidgeting caused the toy to churn away at her insides and she feared a familiar path.

"Makes your decision to fuck that brother of yours all the more peculiar. I wouldn't think Jaime unskilled, but I doubt any could compare to his grace." Cersei was caught off guard as Lady Tanda suddenly lashed out with her tongue, the cup she held beginning to tremble in her hand.

"Doing so was the biggest mistake of my life, one I am-"

"Mistake! I think what you did goes well beyond mistake!" Lady Tanda now rose and stood tall above Cersei who squirmed in her seat at the outburst.

"To think, a whore such as yourself gets to enjoy such a strong, virile man for a husband. It's a disgrace." Lady Tanda bent down until their noses were almost touching

"I endured thirty years of marriage to a man that didn't even know to get me wet before he fucked me. I'll bet that bumbling fool my Falyse must suffer is no different." Lady Tanda's hand went to her undergarments, she took hold of the toy inside Cersei and pressed it deep inside of her, a light squishing sound being audible.

"OOOO OH" Cersei moaned

"So wet I can hear you gushing. Did this little thing make you cum before you came here, your grace?" The old lady demanded. When Cersei didn't respond Lady Tanda pulled and twisted the toy before pushing it up again. Her pussy pulsed in delight as the toy grinded away inside it, her clit being worked by Lady Tanda's thumb.

"Well? Did your insides heat up? Did your hips buck and spasm? Did your filthy juices fly out of your dirty whore cunt?"

"Y-Yes" Cersei mumbled out

"What your grace, forgive me I'm hard of hearing in my old age?"

"Yes!" Cersei raised her voice.

"Yes what? I'm asking for specifics."

Lady Tanda began pumping the toy inside of Cersei, her hips becoming a spasming mess of movement. Ecstasy heated her body as it neared its peak.

"Yes I came! I came OOOUUT my dirty whore pUUUUSSY and spread my dirty wh-OORE juices all O-OH-Over the KeEEEEP. AH OO OH AHH AHHH." Cersei climaxed just as she had described to Lady Tanda, her spasms bucked her out of the chair and onto Lady Tanda before she slid down her skirts onto the floor. Her wetness left stains all over the lady's dress and created the tiniest coin sized puddle of juices on the floor under her cunt.

Cersei huffed and puffed trying to catch her breath when she heard the sound of tearing fabric.

"Oh dear, my sweet Falyse, look what the whore has done to this dress." Tanda said as she began tearing aside her skirts, heaps of fabric fell to the ground as the lower half of Lady Tanda's dress was dismembered. Eventually all that remained was Tanda's white silk small clothes, the fabric rising as high as the lady's navel. Rather than tearing away these she simply began to slide them down her waist. As her undergarments slid down the crotch seemed to stick. When they finally peeled off a tail of juices clung to them, the rest collected at her clearly wet pussy.

Lady Tanda paced to stand over Cersei, her cunt perfectly aligned for viewing by Cersei's eyes.

Lady Tanda was a woman in her mid fifties. Her skin saged across her body, an untucked tummy falling nearly far enough to cover her crotch. Her pussy was similarly wrinkled, crowned by a thick bush of grey pubic hairs

"Do you see this whore? I've been so wet since I saw that beast of a king ravish you before the court. I'm wetter than I ever was when my old husband tried to fuck me. Do you see, whore?"

"Yes Lady Tanda…"

"I deserve to cum after enduring that fool for 30 years, don't I."

"Yes"

"Yes what!" Tanda practically shrieked becoming more unbalanced with each word. In the corner Cersei could see her daughter with a similarly deranged look.

"Yes you do deserve to cum. A lady so faithful as you deserves such pleasure." Cersei rasped out terrified of what the lady planned.

"Yes your grace I do deserve it! And your gonna give it to me!"

"Wha-"

Cersei's reply was cut off as Tanda threw herself towards Cersei. Her damp nethers connecting directly with Cersei's mouth. The old woman began to gyrate her hips, grinding her cunt against Cersei's face.

"Oh come on your grace it will take more than that to make me peak...LICK IT!" Tanda commanded and Cersei stuck out her tongue as far as she could to comply, fearing what should happen if she refused. Her tongue dug its way into the wet wrinkled cunt of the older woman. Her insides grossly tasted and smelled of raw fishy odor, though she dared not complain.

"MMM OHH Yes Right There! That's what I need!" Tanda's words became breathless as her cunt pulsed ecstacy in a way she had never experienced. Her insides felt warm. The feeling of having Cersei's tongue was new and indescribable to the old woman. Her mind went elsewhere as her body basked in the pleasure it enjoyed.

"MMM" Cersei's breath suddenly hitched as her cunt felt a churning inside of it. Though her eyes could not tell her who someone had grabbed hold of the toy between her legs and had started pumping it up and down her cunt. Cersei's lower half convulsed with each thrust while her tongue continued to work Tanda's old cunt.

"OH OHHH YES RIGHT THERE LICK ME THERE YOU BITCH! AH AHHHH!" Tanda screamed, her hips jerking around so violently Cersei feared she might hurt her nose or jaw. Tanda came, her wetness spraying into Cersei's mouth. Tanda backed away, stumbling towards her earlier seat before plopping down with a thud.

Cersei concerned herself little more with that as the thrusting in her legs continued. Falyse, it turned out, had been working the toy. She was clumsier and more forceful than the ladies Robert assigned her and Cersei feared the tip might batter at the entrance of her womb. Her waist spasmed with each push and pull and heat gathered at her midsection. The girl looked down on her with a sort of murder in her eyes. Cersei began to worry that something might happen to her.

"OOO OH AH AH AHHH" Cersei cried out as her pussy spat fluids and she trembled in delight at peaking again.

"Look mother! The whore has had her pleasure again. It's happened twice!"

"Yes-ha-my dear whores take their pleasure easier and have it more often than more noble ladies like ourselves." The "noble" Lady Tanda said, catching her breath in the afterglow of her orgasm. "Though I would think it unfair for us both to enjoy such ecstasy and leave you unsatisfied."

Falyse beamed at her mother's announcement and began to tear at her garb with a vigor that rivaled her mother's. Her joy was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"OH WHAT NOW!" the scarily aroused girl screamed in exasperation as she was nearly down to her own green small clothes and a few remaining scraps of dress.

The door opened to reveal the face of a familiar boy, who unflinchingly gave his message to the room of half naked ladies.

"The king has need of the queen, she is to be brought to the small council chambers with all haste." he said before disappearing outside the door.

"Well my dear Falyse it seems we will have to satisfy you another time." Tanda calmed her daughter who stood with balled fists and a face red with anger.

It shocked Cersei, but she was rather thankful that Robert felt the need to fuck her this moment.

Robert POV

"I think it prudent to turn to our financial situation, obviously that has improved markedly. The Greyjoy Rebellion racked up a number of concerning debts which are no longer our concern. I believe now is the time to turn towards balancing our books and creating a surplus of income. Baelish have you any thoughts on how such a thing may be achieved?" Jon addressed the young master of coin.

"There are several ways we can go about it. Truthfully standard crown expenses are already manageable under are current revenues. The true issue of spending has...has honestly." Baelish seemed unable to say the words. Robert could already guess why. It's no easy thing to tell a king his favorite activities will need to be curbed.

"Go on Littlefinger spit it out. It's a new day in Westeros and I won't be throwing you in a dungeon for saying something I don't like." Robert addressed the master of coin. His leg impatiently tapped the ground waiting for his entertainment to arrive.

"Well to speak frankly your grace, our non-war related deficits can largely be attributed to the great number of feasts and tourneys you have...sponsored. While they are a good way to bring together your vassals and a good bone to throw the smallfolk...it just isn't fiscally practical. I am not suggesting we should end either altogether but-"

"We'll need to cut back significantly."

"Yes, and on the subject of balancing the books I must also say, given our recent...falling out...with House Lannister the crown will need to look elsewhere for domestic credit. House Tyrell, I believe, is the house most capable of doing so. House Hightower may also be an option."

"Softening relations with House Tyrell could be called wise even without the issue of coin being involved. The Reach is the most populous and fertile of the seven kingdoms, it is important the crown maintain good ties with it. Their joining in the defeat of the Greyjoy Rebellion shows the interest would be mutual." Jon Arryn addressed Robert

"I must agree with our Lord Hand and and Master of Coin. My birds in Highgarden sing of hopes that the crown and House Tyrell can be brought closer. I think it likely that any reasonable olive branch will be accepted." Varys concurred, his voice its usual high pitched monotone.

"I will concur with the other counselors, your grace. Improving relations in the Reach seems prudent. " Pycelle added his approval.

"Heh, it seems that my council is in agreement. Very well, I can't exactly question any of what you said. They may have kept faith with the dragons but it does seem like they are coming around. Have you heard any whispers of "Usurper" Varys."

"While I would never claim complete certainty, it has been quite long since I heard the quietest whispers of support for House Targaryen. The current Tyrell lord, as well as his mother, a woman who does hold a large sway over him, have taken a pragmatic view. They could not prevent the rise of the new Baratheon order, so they see their best option as to join it."

"Their second son, Garlan he is-"

Robert was interrupted as the doors to the council chamber opened to reveal his wife coming through the door. Her pace was bowlegged as always thanks to the toy he made her wear. Her walk had a slight swing in her hips that got his blood flowing. Her outfit was a beautiful one. The shirt on her guarded absolutely nothing, her nipples pointing through provocatively with a crimson red tint to them. The short length of it allowed a glorious underboob to peek out from under. Her crotch hips and waist were barely covered by a bare minimum cloth needed to hold his toy in her. The fabric gripped her body and left no questions as to its shape.

She seemed more disheveled than usual, her face in particular was a mess of smudged make-up and her hair was completely out of order. The sight only made his blood pump faster, he felt his cock making a rise as she came up beside him.

"You look out of sorts my queen, what has made you seem so ragged" Robert asked, she smelled of a woman's sex all over. Cersei did not speak so one of the maids Robert assigned to her described things.

"The queen attended a luncheon with Lady Tanda Stokeworth. The Lady seemed upset that her grace still enjoys your sexual attention while her own deceased husband failed her in such things. She brought her grace to orgasm before disrobing. She then forced her grace to pleasure her orally. She reached her own climax and covered her grace in the result, this is the cause of the scent and her dishevelment, your grace." Cersei flinched at the last couple sentences. It still surprised Robert that she was able to feel shame about such things. As much as he'd humiliated her, her pride still held out.

Robert of course took no issue with such activities. No doubt many noble ladies, dissatisfied with their inadequate husbands, felt jealous of Cersei. Robert imagined many wished to experience the pleasure he had forced on her. If they desired that pleasure be given by Cersei herself...he would enjoy the stories.

Robert would not accept the same sexual debauchery between Cersei and another man. He would take no chances with being cuckolded once again. Already once, a man had tried to grab at Cersei's breasts while he escorted her to court. Robert knocked several of his teeth out and ordered him beheaded that same day. No man save him would enjoy Cersei's cunt.

His lusts rose in him as he took hold of his wife and pulled himself close to her. His head went down and he brought his lips to her own. His tongue invaded her mouth while he grabbed hold of her plump ass. He gripped and kneaded at the ample flesh, he'd slipped his hands under the fabric of her small clothes. His fingers threatening to go for her nethers at any time. He held their kiss for several seconds, his tongue scraping at the sides of her mouth and wrestling with her tongue momentarily. When he disconnected their lips a line of her saliva clung alluringly to his tongue. Cersei's eyes looked up at him. He liked to imagine behind the pride and indignity there was some hunger in them too.

"Ladies help the queen remove her undergarments." He commanded the maids who took action without a word. As seconds passed various laces were untied and fell wayside before they slowly slipped the toy out of her cunt as they pulled the small clothes down. He gestured to the table in front of them where Cersei assumed the position, her hands holding her up while her ass jutted back seductively.

Robert was of a mood to take things slow and decided to test the waters of her with his hands.

"As I was saying before, I believe the second Tyrell boy, Garlan, should be 12 in age, perhaps 13. I think I will send a request to Highgarden that he be sent to King's Landing to act as my squire. Perhaps we can also suggest that the king is always looking for able advisors and would welcome any man of great ability they might wish to introduce at court." Robert returned to business as he began to work at Cersei. He started small, his hands sliding and gripping at the insides of her thighs, slowly inching their way towards the lips of her pussy. She squirmed under his hands' touch.

"I think that a wise course, I've heard the eldest has grown a mind for administration since his maiming, perhaps I can offer to have him shadow me in my duties, offer to train him to potentially succeed me as hand, should his grace so desire." Jon Arryn was the first to respond. Robert listened intently as he played with Cersei, his fingers beginning to make shallow entries into her cunt as his thumb worked at her sensitive bud. She began to squirm and a few high pitched squeaks could be heard coming from her mouth.

"We should remain careful not to offer the rose too much though, a royal squire and future hand is a lot to offer to a house who has not always stood behind you." Littlefinger interjected as Robert began working two and three fingers into Cersei's cunt, his limbs entering and exiting, grinding against her wet walls.

"MMMN OH!" Cersei cried as Robert's hands delighted her loins.

"Baelish does speak true. There are other houses who remain distant from the crown. Perhaps a council role could be...considered towards such groups." Varys counseled

"Is it the Dornish you speak of?" Jon Arryn guessed

"UH OOO AHHH" Cersei moaned as Robert pistoned his fingers inside her pussy, his thumb dancing atop her clit.

"It is. House Martell remains quite aggrieved by the death of their dearest Elia. I fear it's been forgotten they sent nothing to aid in putting down Balon's rebellion. Lord Arryn, you were able to pacify them but I fear unrest may yet bubble up if left unattended."

"I agree with Lord Varys. I think it likely they will ask that Gregor Clegane and Amory Lorch be apprehended to be given justice. While it is technically still only rumor that they carried out the crime, the Martells are quite certain it was them. I also don't think there are any in Westeros that would stand up on their behalf."

"AH MMMN" Cersei purred as Robert's fingers pulled out from her slit, juices dangling off them. Robert undid his britches and lined up his cock with Cersei's entrance before thrusting himself deep inside of her. Cersei's arms stiffened as they were pressed hard to hold her upright from the force of Robert's pumps.

"Anyone, except their lord Tywin Lannister. Considering what I've been doing with her…"

Robert pulled back a hand and delivered a firm smack to Cersei's ass

"Ah AH EE!" a shriek broke through her pleasured mewls

"I'm unsure how willing he will be to cooperate." Robert replied, his breath beginning to labor as he accelerated his plunge into Cersei. The force of his pushes caused their flesh to give a loud clapping sound as his hips smacked into Cersei's ass. Cersei's sloppy wet cunt squished loudly with each pump of Robert's midsection. The table Cersei braced herself on began to creak as Robert fucked her so hard it started to push along the ground.

"OH OH AH OH OH" Cersei shrieked in pleasure and surprise as Robert's fucking slowly walked them forward, the table moving faster and easier with their rising momentum.

"I would not be so certain, your grace. Lord Tywin is a pragmatic man; if we can convince him it would be in his interests to do so, I believe he will part with the two men. They are only knights to him." Pycelle countered.

"OH AH OH OO OH AH AH!" Cersei's delighted screams filled the room as she desperately tried to keep pace with Robert. Robert's cock lifted Cersei's torso up, forcing her to balance on her toes as he pushed them forward with each violent thrust of his member. Each step they took was followed with an ecstatic OH, AH, or OO. Cersei's sopping cunt left a wake of slippery juices on the ground as they went forward.

Robert and Cersei's forward pressing fuck ran into a literal wall as the table rammed into one of side walls of the room. Robert did not stop, simply grabbing hold of Cersei's waist and spinning her around to continue their traveling fuck.

"AH AH AHH OOOO" Cersei's cries rose in pitch as she grew closer and closer to her peak.

"I suppose we may as well let him respond. Imply some vague benefit in the message, we can speak on that at our next meeting…"

"OH OHH EE EEEEE" Cersei's hips began to gyrate out of her control. Robert sank his knees so she would remain on his cock as her body convulsed in climax, her wetness squirting from her pussy as she bathed in orgasmic pleasure.

"And send word to Highgarden that we ask Lord Tyrell to offer his son as a royal squire. Tell him we invite his family to King's Landing to celebrate our new-UGH-found friendship UHHHH" Robert spat his seed inside Cersei as the council meeting came to an end.

Robert released Cersei from his cock and she fell to her hands and knees panting. From above he enjoyed a great view of her ass and his seed dribbling down her thighs.

"Include in the message to Lord Tywin I am confident his daughter will soon be carrying my first trueborn child."

So now Cersei's gotta deal with all the hungry ladies who's men don't satisfy. Also, as for that last line, I don't know how long I plan to push this but you'll know the end is close when the chapters have far along preg Cersei. If that ain't your thing then don't read it, warnings will be present so you'll know.

Hope you guys enjoyed! Feel free to tell me what you think. Again, first smut, so no clue whatsoever if this stuff is any good and critique is welcome.