This is the first entry in my sexual revision of ASOIAF. I've decided to open with something more conventional but not entirely vanilla but please note the acts will get more lewd as I release new chapters. It won't only be guys and gals doing it in later chapters. I have a myriad of interests and my stories will reflect that. This is a long one, almost 7000 words; I felt it was necessary to develop the characters in order to understand their motivations going forward. Besides, without build-up the entire fantasy collapses. The first chapter is a Cersei POV featuring King Robert and Amerei Frey (only book readers will know this character but that won't make this inaccessible for show-exclusive readers). It takes place when the royal retinue stops at Darry to search for Nymeria following the attack on Joffrey beside the Trident. I plan to implement the POV structure like GRRM. I'm not a professional writer, obviously or I wouldn't be writing internet smut, but it is a hobby of mine. This is my first fanfic effort and I want to thank my busy boyfriend for screening this last night despite this chaotic time we are living in. I've written this for me but perhaps others will find it...stimulating? Enjoy!
Cersei I
Robert seldom sent for her. Often as not he would be in his cups or in some whore's bed. Or both. Most nights she retired to their chambers on her own; even on the road her repugnant husband sought other beds. Admittedly it was humiliating that Robert preferred such common sluts to his own wife—the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms. But Cersei would sooner suffer a bruised ego than Robert's lusty advances each night.
But tonight he was wroth and for good reason. And that too was worth it. Even as Ser Preston escorted her to him, Cersei was struggling to contain her delight. Doubtless Robert would scold her, threaten her, breaks some furnishings. But he was as weak a man as he was a king. When her husband declared his intent to name the Lord of Winterfell as Hand of the King, Cersei had already begun to plot. The incident at the trident had given her a pretext to sow conflict between the new Hand and the King. When she called for the direwolf's execution, Robert did nothing to intercede. Not even for his beloved Ned. And she was all too pleased to send a message to Lord Eddard—I am my father's daughter, do not underestimate me.
The royal procession had encamped at Darry while searching for the Stark girl and Lord Raymun could hardly refuse to yield his chambers to the King. An escort from King's Landing had met them on the road so the modest holdfast was rather full with noble guests. And yet the castle was silent as a crypt. Good, she thought. Let them recall the oppressive weight of this silence should any presume to rise above House Lannister. Cersei was grateful to find Ser Meryn waiting without the King's quarters instead of her brother. Jaime had always been faster to action than thought. But of late his impulses were less endearing than they were dangerous. She felt the slightest twist of guilt in her belly. He was only a boy. He saw too much but he was innocent. If Jaime could do that to Bran Stark, she didn't put it past him to become twice a kingslayer. Already Cersei told half-truths to her brother regarding her relationship with Robert.
She found her husband muttering to himself behind a stone table. His face was red and glistening and his dome belly hung over the strained sash which held his robe together. He clumsily flung an empty flagon to the floor and called to no one in particular for more wine. Ser Preston was all to happy to leave them. Robert's shaky bovine eyes fixed on her as he steadied himself against the furniture. "Are you happy, woman?". Exceedingly, you witless oaf.
Cersei chewed on her lip to stop it from curling into a smile. The longer they'd endured this miserable marriage, the less courtesy they could spare for each other. But Cersei would need to play the part of contrite spouse if she was to continue her machinations between Robert and Ned. "It was…unfortunate. But necessary, my sweet. The beast savaged my…our son". He pointed out that the wrong wolf had been killed. It was good that he was reasoning. "As I said; unfortunate. But the King cannot permit the Prince to be attacked with impunity" she replied. If this was a discussion then she could manipulate him. Robert's wits were slow at the best of times.
But not so slow that he'd been sold on Joffrey's fabricated account earlier. "The Prince was disarmed by a girl" he growled. It didn't matter, he'd bought it before the assembled court of Darry and that was what mattered. He seemed to be pondering, grinding his teeth as his brother, Stannis, was want to do. She could see him tense his ham-like fists against the table ledge. The pause lingered. Of course, he might have just gotten lost in his own drunken thoughts. "That boy. Dammit, there is nothing to be done for him now it's too late. You've already made him weak. But…". Cersei suddenly felt uncertainty bristling up her spine. "There is still time for Tommen". He continued, "he needs to be around boys his own age. Strong boys who can turn him into a man. Not the prancing sycophants at court. He needs to get out from under his mother's skirts".
Cersei knew exactly where this was heading, her eyes darted to the hunting dagger on the mantle. This was no argument. She hadn't been summoned for a debate, Robert had already made up his mind. She composed herself and tried to moisten her fast-drying throat so she could speak with confidence. "My love, you cannot mean to send Tommen away. He is much too young".
"Nonsense. I was fostered by Jon Arryn. Ned too. Your brother was a ward at Crakehall. That's how we learned to become men" he looked at her with sudden clarity and scoffed, "or Kingslayers". Cersei felt her cheeks flush with heat. She recalled the anguish of Jaime's absence during their childhood all too well. She had to improvise and fast.
"I have cousins! Uncle Kevan has twin boys, he would be honoured to send them to the capital as he sent Lancel to squire you. Once they are acquainted perhaps Tommen could be a ward to my father at Casterly Rock". She'd rather keep her youngest child close but if he was to be surrounded by others let them be Lannisters. If he was going to be sent away let him be sent to Lord Tywin. Better than to be shipped off to Dragonstone or Storm's End under the auspices of Robert's brothers.
"Lannisters? I think not. Ned's boy was supposed to accompany us before the uh…No, I mean to send Tommen back to Winterfell at dawn. He will be soundly escorted by Ser Boros and Ser Meryn. I'll even send the Kingslayer if you like" Robert growled. Her maternal despair overwhelmed her rage as she flung herself across the room toward her husband. She went before him with pleading eyes and gentle touch. He stank of wine and sweat and grease but she all she could think about was the sweetness of her darling Tommen.
"Robert. Robert, my sweet, please. You cannot send our son to live with those barbarians"
"Dammit it pains me to say it of mine own son but Ned's eldest, Robb, is twice the man Joffrey is. Tommen would do better as his squire. And he'll have the youngest boy for company. Aye the days grow cold and the North is hard a place as any to winter. But come the summer thaw Tommen will be better for it" Robert rocked back-and-forth like great old oak threatening to tumble. "Besides, a royal ward will help mend the wounds your little scheme caused tonight". You absolute fool! How could a king be so blind? Tommen would be a hostage in the north, no better than the Greyjoy lad. She felt tears well up in her eyes but Robert was unmoved. And why would he? There was no love between them. There never was. She didn't have time to outmaneuver him before dawn.
Cersei dropped to her knees and pleaded but he only grew irritable. "Please, Robert, please" she cried. "Do not send my son away. I'll…I'll do" she reached beneath his robe and took hold of his manhood, "anything". She couldn't recall the last time she'd touched him without being compelled. It had been even longer since she'd gotten on her knees before him. This was no place for a queen. It disgusted her to be debased like a common whore but she fished his cock out all the same. Robert had always enjoyed other women but in recent years he only called upon his wife's cunt on rare occasions. Though not as rarely as Cersei lead Jaime to believe. Most of the time he'd be content to lay down on the bed while she pleasured him with her hand. Sometimes he was so drunk he didn't even finish. Other times he'd claim his marriage rights and it would be her turn to lay there, beneath his immense weight.
But tonight, she would have to be relent. Once Robert had been mighty; a brawny warrior forged by The Warrior himself. Now he was fat and all that remained of his gloried masculinity was his royal prick. True, she hadn't had much experience but Robert's organ seemed obscenely large. Even soft it was near 8 inches long and 6 inches around. It was thick and heavy, accompanied by a fat set of balls and coarse mane of black hair. And he was so proud of this grotesque appendage. How typical of men to view their cocks as a source of power. Jaime's erect penis was barely half the size of it and her brother was a better man. The bigger they are the more repulsive they become, she reasoned. More than anything Cersei hated that she didn't have one at all.
Robert began a half-hearted protest but he was too greedy to turn down a blowjob even from a wife he despised. His manhood was always musky and the tip was fat and purple—circumcised the way all Southron men had been since the Andals. Objectively it was hideous but she desired it. The stink and feel of his masculinity triggered a begrudging rush in her loins. That was the curse of womanhood. As her lips struggled over his fleshy crown, she recalled her wedding night when she'd been in awe of this very thing. She'd never admit it but at the time she never beheld something so impressive. That was the last time her body and mind were both desirous of Robert Baratheon.
Just then the door swung open and Cersei stumbled backward onto her backside. She fumbled to make herself decent though Robert made no move to fasten his robe.
"Oh, begging your pardon, your grace" stuttered a flustered girl who half-turned away. "I was told to bring wine um should I—"
"took you bloody long enough" grumbled Robert who unashamedly rolled a thumb over his cock. "Bring it here". Cersei knew the girl but had forgotten her name. She wasn't a handmaiden, her clothes were fine and she'd been seated in a high place at supper. "You're a pretty one. Lord Raymun's daughter is it? What was your name again" her husband enquired while Cersei picked herself up.
The girl shut the door with her heel and approached them. "Lord Merret's daughter, your grace. Amerei, if it please" she corrected him. Amerei Frey, niece to Raymun Darry, Cersei remembered. She was indeed pretty but plain despite her noble birth. She had a pinched chin and tumbles of dirty blonde hair about her shoulders. But she also had large breasts accentuated by her gown and Cersei didn't like the way Robert was leering at the young woman.
"Amerei mmm I've heard some stories about you". The girl blushed at that but she wasn't half as shy as she ought to be. She was married to some hedge knight but that didn't stop her from giggling like a maiden as she filled the king's cup. Robert courting dim-witted sluts was insult enough but it was worse that he was doing it in front of her. Not a minute ago he'd been in her mouth, now he was eyeing up this Frey bitch like hot meal. Even her hair was like a cheap impression of Cersei's golden mane. But he hadn't forgotten Cersei after all. "What are you doing? Get back down there" he commanded before taking a swallow of wine.
He glowered at her with expectation. "R-Robert?" Cersei huffed indignantly. I am the daughter of Tywin Lannister. I am the Queen. I am a proud lioness!
"Lady Amerei is a woman wedded. She knows all too well what takes place between man and wife" Robert taunted while the Frey girl pretended to look away. "Besides, you promised to do anything if I recall. So get on with it, woman". Cersei glared at Robert but her fury was wasted on him. He presumed to teach her humility. This fucking wretch of a king. Amerei seemed to be frozen in place, more out of curiosity than for want of being dismissed. Cersei wouldn't give him the satisfaction of squirming. She maintained eye contact as she sunk to her knees with ice cold hatred. A better man would have been shamed to impugn the honour of his wife. But Amerei was the one who backed down first, attempting to curtsy and depart. But Robert snagged her by the wrist, "I haven't given you leave, my lady". She tittered and apologised and Robert shrugged out of his robe, letting it fall to his feet just like his wife. At Robert's insistence, Amerei poured herself a cup as if she were watching a mummer. This noble whore was drinking Arbor gold like a queen while the actual queen was on her knees like a whore. Even so, Robert flinched in surprise when Cersei took a hold of him and opened her mouth. Anything was better than facing them. Despite it's immense size Robert was always quick to arouse and she could feel blood beginning to fill his organ though she'd only managed to stuff the head inside her maw.
She regretted the quiet at Darry now. Even the sound of her slobbering her way down Robert wasn't sufficient to drown out the conversation above. "Lady Amerei, have you forgotten your manners? For you to stand there in your fine clothes while the King is naked is unacceptable. Take off your damn clothes" King Robert chuckled.
"Apologies. At once, your grace" she heard Amerei reply enthusiastically, forgetting she had a husband sleeping somewhere in the castle. Realising that Robert's lewd mind would only construe further humiliations given time, Cersei resolved to make and end of this. Delving into his dark bush, her left hand gripped him firmly by the base so as to better control his formidable cock. She bobbed along his shaft with smooth and elegant strokes, coating him with saliva which her right hand spread along the surface of his member in a jerking motion. She'd never been able to take the entirety of his dick inside her mouth (what woman could?), but her hand covered the shortfall and she used it in concert to pleasure him. Though he was inebriated, Robert was still able to muster a fully engorged member and she found her lips barely getting past the half-way point. The length was difficult enough at 11 inches but his absurd girth was the real problem. Even her long slender fingers were nowhere near sufficient to wrap around him. There were no veins, just a slab of solid meat with a slight rightward lilt. But Cersei knew that depth wasn't important, if she could concentrate her efforts on the tip she could make him cum. Her jaw ached from the way he way his cock forced her apart at the hinges but she persisted doggedly. When her tongue wasn't being compressed into the pit behind her teeth she used it to coax the ridge of his purple helmet.
She heard her husband groan as she gave him the best blowjob of his life. Yes, enjoy degrading me tonight, my stag king. Many a night the only horns you wear are the ones I've given you. If the cost of Tommen's safety was her dignity, she could spare it. But then Robert's hand was upon the back of her head. She felt her breaths being punched back down her throat as he crammed himself inside her. He used her without any regard for her comfort, battering her beautiful face as if it were a straw man in the practice yard. She could only tolerate a few short, sharp, thrusts before she had to swat him away and scramble free. She gasped and spluttered in rather unladylike fashion but she gobbled up the air. Spit hung from her chin and tears clung to her cheek, her visage a portrait of dishevelment. If Jaime had seen her like that he would have killed the king where he stood.
Through watery eyes, Cersei glimpsed Amerei now naked beside her husband. He had one arm around her narrow waist. Her large tits were crowned by a pair of large pink nipples. She had the slightest paunch but otherwise she was a slender, albeit soft-bodied, girl with spotty pale skin. And between her tall legs was a small triangle of straw hair which failed to conceal a set of flappy lips. She was even trimmed like a whore and yet Cersei had been treated like one. I have gold between my legs. Only a fool would desire such a common alternative. The two of them stood there like lovers though Robert had one eye on his wife. Even when he spoke to Amerei, he wanted Cersei to hear. "Some of the lads around here told a story of a certain highborn lass who'd been caught in the stables with three grooms. And her poor mother was so ashamed they promptly wed her to a Knight to protect her honour". The doe-eyed slut twiddled her foot bashfully and idly fiddled with the King's cock. "But I prefer the dishonourable kind" he laughed as if he was so clever. Needing no further encouragement, Amerei followed Cersei's example on her knees. She hungrily enveloped the King's slippery member not even bothering to wipe off Cersei's spit. She can have my leavings, Cersei thought. However, Robert wasn't through with his wife. "Get undressed and sit down on the bed" he commanded with offensive indifference.
Cersei collected herself and wiped her face with the back of her sleeve. She dusted the scuff from her garment but made certain Robert could feel her disdain. "At once, your grace" she replied venomously. Her knees were weak and she had a pit in her stomach but she mustered up the pride to walk over to the bed. That turned out to be a poor decision as from there she had a profile view of Amerei sucking her husband's cock. Even as she trembled with the lacing of her bodice she couldn't look away. Is this why Robert prefers the company of harlots? Already the Frey whore had her nose rustling the fringes of Robert's coarse black pubes. She made it looks so easy though Robert was big enough that he threatened to split her tiny head with his fleshy organ. Her one hand aggressively twisted around his pole while the other fondled his balls in a harmony of erotic proficiency. Of course the slut was good at oral sex. No, she's not better than me, brooded the Queen. Cersei's skills were wasted on a slob. But Amerei was a wench, spared from a lifetime on her back by her birth. This was the sum of her existence. To be an orifice for men. Cersei was better than that. Yet she felt a jealousy then she hadn't known save for Jaime. When Robert moaned, she heard him truly moan with a pleasure she hadn't come close to providing. She was swallowing at least 9 inches of fat Baratheon dick with each bob of her head and from tip to the point little black hairs were tickling her she didn't once gag. Even when her throat was being visibly protruded.
At least Robert kept his eyes on Cersei which she took as a sign that it was her famous beauty which inflamed him so. She stripped her small clothes and sat on the bed as instructed and did her best to remain inexpressive. I am the most beautiful woman in the Seven Kingdoms. This highborn whore might be skilled but she was no Cersei Lannister. Despite having given birth to three children, Cersei was svelte as ever; a few stretchmarks notwithstanding. She boasted a flawless figure, with perfectly proportioned curves. In recent years, she had considered growing fat in the hopes Robert would visit her bed even less but she was much too vain to let herself go. Perhaps her breasts were not quite as perky as they had once been but she doubted any woman could boast a better pair. While Amerei might have her beat for size, Cersei's were more pleasing on the eye. Cersei's nipples were small and pointy, the pinnacle of her shapely upward curved bosom. Am I truly comparing myself to Amerei Frey!? The notion made her cringe.
As a petty act of spite, she'd let the hair around her sex go unshorn for years knowing Robert preferred whores with their smooth snatches. Most noble women groomed themselves downstairs though not quite so much as Lady Frey. That too was an irksome practice. Why did men not have to trim their unsightly hairs? Robert's pubes were garish and wild but somehow that was appropriate. Curly molten locks every bit as glorious as those on her head coated her crotch like a field of wheat in dawn light. Normally she wore it like armour. It made her feel both feminine and masculine at the same time. But now she resented that Amerei would see her so unkempt like some dirty peasant.
That was if the girl could prise herself from the king's cock. Diligently, she slobbered all over that massive appendage. Occasionally she would dare to be even more obscene. Cersei watched with disgust, and envy, as Amerei released the dick from her mouth long enough to spit directly onto it and jerk him off with both hands. And he fucking loved it. She could tell by the way he threw his head back and hummed while her slippery hands danced along his shaft. He downed another cup of wine, a third of which was soaked up by his beard and another third ran all the way over his fat belly and dribbled onto Lady Amerei. It ought have been utterly repulsive watching the last of those glassy droplets hang to the hairs on his stomach yet the sight of another woman savouring that big dick made her yearn. But all Cersei did was bide the sting of rejection. She chewed on hatred and plotted vengeance all the while her thighs grew warmer.
"Enough" slurred Robert and the Frey bitch heeded at once. She slurped up an errant strand of saliva and awaited further instruction. "The queen begs you attend her urgently". Unlike Amerei, Cersei was slow to grasp the order. For her part, the noble slut simpered and crawled along the stone floor, right through the rushes, and nested her weaselly Frey chin upon Cersei's knee. It was fortunate the girl had inherited most of her looks from her Darry mother. Though Robert would have probably fucked her even if she looked more Frey. Robert was swaying on his feet but was cogent enough to shoot his wife an implacable look when she resisted the attempts to unwind her legs. By rights only the King and a few Maesters should know the intimates of the Queen. Okay Jaime had more access to her snatch than anyone else but he was the only man who truly deserved her. Her sex was a privilege, too fine a gift for such common stock.
Yet pudgy fingers parted her limbs leaving Amerei's face only inches from her golden bush. "Tell me, Lady Amerei, what's it like down south? Dorne or the Neck?" chuckled Robert, swirling the contents of his cup around.
Cersei felt her face redden but the girl was too dim-witted to understand, "uhm, I believe Dorne is in the South, your grace?".
Robert clarified bluntly, "I'm asking if the Queen has a soppy twat". Amerei ran her fingers through Cersei's pubic hair and confirmed she was indeed wet. "Aah you wouldn't know it from her manner but she always was slippery thing below". She loathed Robert. Everything about him, even his tremendous cock. Especially his tremendous cock. And yet her lust was undeniable. She hated Robert knowing that her body craved his dick. She didn't want to want him but she did. That was her greatest shame.
Cersei gasped as she felt Amerei lick at her cunt. She'd experimented with girls when she was younger but not since she'd become Queen. She'd always been curious and if the Lady Frey were at her command Cersei might have been more open-minded. But they were both Robert's playthings and being at the whim of another didn't sit well with her just then. The girl's tongue combed through her overgrowth to find the delicate folds of her slit. The way she rotated her tongue to slide along the inside of the labia made Cersei believe that hers was not the first pussy Amerei had ever sampled. "You taste delicious" she cooed from below. Cersei could have slapped the taste right out of her mouth. That slick pink oral accessory found her nooks and crannies with ease and when she found the clit she stirred around it. Her lips closed over the sensitive nub and suckled away and Cersei had to clench to conceal her pleasure. Despite her best efforts a whimper escaped her lips. She tried to catch the noise by clamping her hand over her mouth which only made her look more desperate. The more enthusiastic Amerei got, the hotter Cersei got. An elegant sheen cloaked her nakedness in the moonlight. Basking in the lunar glow, breaths growing ever more ragged, Cersei was losing her battle to resist Amerei's oral stimulation. Jaime was undoubtedly better. His tongue was tireless. But when Lady Frey paused to catch her breath, her fingers were busy between Cersei's privates—flicking and rubbing and slipping into places that made Cersei quiver.
Robert, who had never bothered to go down on her, had been into the sapphic action for a time but he was already growing impatient. Almost as if he'd realised Cersei was enjoying this too much. He belched loudly and bellowed, "Seven hells, enough already. A king should not be made to wait for his pleasure. Move aside you silly slut". Cersei wasn't entirely sure to whom he was referring. But Amerei dutifully withdrew from between her legs and the King stormed in to claim his matrimonial right. While he might have grown fat in recent years, Robert was still strong. He pawed at Cersei's tits briefly with rough hands before grabbing her beneath her armpits and hurling her up the bed as he might a sack of potatoes. The bed whined as her immense husband crawled onto it stinking of wine, and sweat, and precum. He remained stout for a larger man but his flesh grew more wobbly with each passing year spent feasting on his fat arse. How could she be expected to spread her legs for such a creature? And yet when she felt his manhood brush against her, leaving a trail of clear liquid, she sighed and willingly opened like a flower in Spring.
There is nothing worse than being a woman, she thought. Men were schooled at swordplay and politics. They were taught to fight and bend wills. But women weren't given so much as a shield or a choice. Even she, Queen Cersei Lannister of Casterly Rock, was the victim of what seemed a cruel joke by the Gods. In combat, the man who gets penetrated was defeated. Women are resigned to a state of perpetual defeat in the bedroom. We desire defeat. Many a night she'd contrived ways to keep him from her body, to resist him. Because of Jaime. Because Robert is repugnant. But most off all because of the effect he had on her. Whenever he took her, he was met not with reluctance but with a quim mewling for a proper fucking. Robert had never been intelligent, nor considerate, nor a skilled lover. He wasn't even handsome anymore. She deserved better. All Robert had was a crown and a big cock yet that was enough.
Still, it was seldom enough that Robert could muster the enthusiasm to satisfy his wife so Cersei's slit retained its elasticity. He leaned over her, cloudy behind heavy eyelids and dripping from his tangled locks. She braced herself for the inevitable stabbing as he pressed his manhood against her clumsily. The bulbous tip ground against everything except the hole but the Frey slut was on hand like some sort of sexual handmaiden. "Let me, your grace" she giggled, completely oblivious to Cersei's death stare. She took hold of Robert's cock and angled it toward Cersei's entrance, rubbing the Queen's clit discretely with her other hand. Does this stupid bitch think I want her touch!? The impudent little wench probably thought she'd earn the favour of the royal family. Cersei had every intention of providing her with a just reward for her hospitality tonight.
With Amerei's guidance, Robert's bulbous head parted Cersei's snatch and squeezed inside her. Though her wetness shamed her, she was grateful for it now. Robert would shatter a dry fanny as his Warhammer crushed Prince Rhaegar at the Trident. Immediately, Cersei's fingers grasped at the bedding as the familiar pleasurable agony flooded her. He rocked the bed each time his immense shape shifted above her, burrowing further and further. The curious thing was the deeper he went, the more her grimaces softened. By the time only Amerei's hand was wedged between her sex and his groin, Cersei felt stuffed and flushed at the same time. Amerei had been dictating the tempo of Robert's thrusts with her hand. Perhaps the whore is not so dumb after all. Does she have some agenda? She was controlling the brutish king and the powerful queen with only her grip. Humiliating as it was, at least this kept Robert from skewering her all at once.
The fat king grunted and groaned as he slogged into his queen with a determination she rarely experienced from him. It was neither love nor lust for her that so moved him. It was…hatred. It had to be. He wanted to punish her. And her pleasure was her punishment. Cersei bit down on her lip so hard she drew blood but even that wasn't enough to stop her from rasping in delight. It had been so long since she'd felt this way. As she often did, Cersei shut her eyes and pretended she was abed with Jaime. It was a hollow delusion. She desired what she had with her brother but this was what her primitive female organs craved. Within her mind she was involved in passionate union with her twin. She did her best to shutout the commotion which surrounded her reality. Robert and the whore would have no more from her than a pair of holes; one moaning and one gushing. The wetness almost seethed from her sex with each hefty thrust and she could smell her own aromas wafting amidst King Robert's stench. It was both intoxicating and suffocating. Even in the depths of her imagination she couldn't escape it.
And then she caught the scent of something else and by the time she opened her eyes it was too late. The Lady Amerei had left her post down below and had come North to straddle the Queen's glorious face. Her thighs already framed Cersei's head, carelessly snagging some of her hair in the process, and she had aligned herself with Cersei's plump lips. This was an entirely new low. All she could see was a blur of flopping tits above her. A better sight than Robert's dripping brow but a Queen's mouth was no seat for such a harlot. In her surprise, she'd managed a gasp and that was the last clean breath she'd managed before swallowing a mouth full of Frey cunt. The girl's flaps were pink and loose and she tasted slightly metallic. Amerei even had the temerity to grab a handful of Cersei's resplendent hair to moor her while she gyrated on the most famous face in Westeros. She had half a mind to bite Amerei's filthy little clit right off but her mouth was wedged open by the fleshy mound of womanhood between her teeth. She grabbed handfuls of pale arse, pinching and squeezing, but the bitch seemed to like it. She tried to push her off but all the fight had fled her body and the best she could do was inhale through her nose when the girl's shorn pubes weren't busy scratching it. She didn't attempt to pleasure the Frey slut but she didn't have to; Amerei was content to use Cersei's face as a young girl might hump a pillow.
Without Amerei there to inhibit him, Robert had grown more vigorous and even less considerate. She could feel his belly resting on her groin as he ploughed harder and deeper within her twat. His hands now bracing her knees apart, he had adjusted his position to more of seated-kneel between Cersei's legs, which was taxing on a lazy slob like him. Thus, he picked up the pace to expedite his discomfort. His range of motion was smaller but that meant he kept more of his great big prick stuffed within her; jogging it roughly in her dripping hole. But for every ounce of pain there was torrent of relief. Jaime. Jaime. Jaime. She mulled over thoughts of her brother, of using his body, but she knew that wasn't what spurred her loins now. Jaime Lannister could never fuck her like this. She didn't want this...she didn't. I don't want this...but why does it feel sooo...
"Aarrf aaurrfgh grraaffh arrrahaaahAAARRGH!"
Even the woman on her face couldn't entirely muffle the cry of Cersei cumming. And Amerei took that as a sign to grind even harder, riding herself to a shrill orgasm of her own. She'd sooner have swallowed a sword than Amerei's steely juices but she had no choice. Her hips pressed down and she rattled in satisfaction, smothering Cersei for a minute before her muscles relaxed. Yet there was no respite for the proud queen. The moment Amerei hopped off her face, Robert was lurched over her once more, launching himself into her, the sound of his heavy wet flesh clapping into her sure to be heard by Ser Meryn outside. She was being crushed and impaled simultaneously and even still she felt an immediate second-wave coming on. It was a compounding rush of sexual gratification the likes of which she'd never experienced before. Tears of ecstasy were welling up in her pretty green eyes as she fought her lust. I belong on a throne! Men and women serve me! I…I…can't hold it in...I...no... "I WANT TO BE FUCKED LIKE A WHORE OOOOOH!" she roared much to Robert's amazement. For a brief moment her body unwound like a knot and she gave in completely. It was purely euphoric heartbeat. She might have had a wonderous climax had she not suddenly remembered who she was. Instead her cathartic scream tapered off into a hiss of bitter resentment; reserved as much for herself as it was for Robert or Amerei Frey.
Not that it mattered to Robert who ploughed away, practically wrecking her in an attempt to fuck her as hard as possible. "GODDDDDSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssss" the King bellowed with a final slam forward. He practically drove her through the bed when he came and then his matted hirsute mass collapsed on top of her. She could feel him spurting inside her, all the way into her womb. Powerful bursts from the lazy buffoon atop her. She would need moon tea tonight. Your seed may pass but your babes will never come forth. At least she could take solace in that privately. The longer he lay there, compressing her as he heaved and shuddered, the more wroth she felt. Soon all the satisfaction was gone and there was only loathing. His arms were shaking when at last he lifted himself off Cersei and the diligent Amerei was on hand to refresh the king. Preening little bitch, I will have such revenges on you. For the first time, Cersei did not feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Her face was sore and sticky, gold strands plastered to her sculpted visage, her body coated in a soup of fuck sweat, and already fluid had begun to leak out from her stretched sex. Robert smacked the Frey slut on the bum and took a gulp of wine, "clean me up" he panted. Amerei sank behind the eclipse of Robert's frame but Cersei could hear her slobbering away at her husband's spent cock. All the while she just lay there contemplating the utter degradation she'd suffered. All the while her cunt yearned for more. Why did her body betray her like this?
"Good" stammered Robert, standing up now. The bed creaked gratefully. "The Queen, tend to her". Lumbering toward the flagon, he didn't so much as look back while Amerei stalked onto the bed like a shadowcat to devour Cersei's fresh fucked pussy. Cersei glared up at the canvas as Lady Frey lapped at the stream of cum nestled in her furry crack, only flinching once—when the girl's tongue briefly collected the errant dribble nearest her arsehole. She felt a tongue delve into her gaping cunt for more of the King's jizz. It was a vulgar display of sucking and licking and yet Cersei was the only one being humiliated. She didn't even catch Robert's next command but then a slick feminine body was slithering up her, big tits dragging over her sensitive skin. Amerei took Cersei's face gently between her fingers and kissed the Queen passionately. But it was a mockery of romance. Their tongues wrestled within her royal mouth over a wad of thick, musky, cum. When their lips parted, a string of translucent concoction clung between them until strained too thin. Amerei licked her lips and the remainder was strewn over Cersei's chin.
"Thank you for you service, my lady. Now leave us. Wouldn't want your husband's bed growing too cold" mumbled Robert who had taken to drinking straight from the flagon. Ignoring the dull throbbing between her thighs, Cersei perched up and watched Amerei Frey hurriedly half-dress and flutter out the room with a devious grin and a bow. A slut through and through but Robert had made his wife equally undignified tonight.
Robert wobbled back to the bed and offered an exhausted Cersei a cup which she accepted with feigned contrition. She swished the sweet Arbor nectar around to cleanse the less elegant tastes from her palette. Her husband stood before her; his great cock now becalmed but still threatening. Or was it beckoning. She snapped herself out her shameful stare and met his eyes with defiance. I have suffered a defeat tonight. "Tommen will remain in the capital, but he will learn how to be a man. And you will learn your place" Robert decreed in a tone that brokered no argument. Cersei sipped her wine and nodded dutifully. But I am my father's daughter. And I shall win this war.