Wolf in Lion's Clothing

Chapter 2: Vows

AN: I'm playing it pretty loose timeline wise. Hopefully not too bad that it's unreadable for those who know the timeline pretty well.

He couldn't stop looking at the mirror.

'I'm Cersei fucking Lannister'

He was touching his arms. They were so thin. His fingers felt dainty and light and his nails were pristine. Seeing He grabbed some locks of the hair and put them in front of his face. 'Golden blonde' he thought. He ran his hands through it, feeling the luscious and long hair. He placed both of his hands on his face feeling the new features he had just stolen. He slowly moved them downwards, gripping the nose, mouth, neck, and-

'I've got breasts!' He wondered almost aloud. In a little childlike wonderment he started caressing his two newest assets. He shuddered a little as his fingers passed the nipple, sending a wave of pleasure throughout his new body.

'This is wrong!' He quickly took his hands away from the ample bosom. 'Well it is your body now' a voice in his head said. Thinking about it a little more, he realized that he'd have them everyday for the rest of his new life and if anyone were to come in they'd see a woman adjusting her smallclothes.

Suddenly a door creaked open. "My Lady may we come in?" a somewhat frail voice came from outside the room.

"Yes you may" was the reply Jon gave. The melodic voice that drifted from his throat was far different than the gruffer, deeper voice he was used to.

2 beautiful women came in wearing fitted gowns worthy for lesser noble ladies. He assumed that they were Cersei's handmaidens, charged with the job of making sure she was always well-dressed, pampered, and accompanied. It seemed one was a Lannister cousin due to her blonde hair and blue eyes, while the other was probably the daughter of some Westerlander lord.

"How does your dress fit you milady?"

He hadn't really paid attention to what his new body was wearing, more focused on the mounds of flesh attached to it.

Turning to face the mirror he moved his gaze downwards, inspecting the dress he found himself in. It seemed… resplendent. He barely felt the weight of the dress on him, probably because it was most likely made of myrish silk and lace. It was ivory white, with golden highlights around the neck and sleeve holes.

He rubbed his hands on the soft material going downwards from his chest, unable to stop himself from fondling his breasts a little without arousing suspicion, slowly going down. His hands moved smoothly from the front to the back of the dress around the height of his hip, allowing him to maneuver them to caress his juicy, enormous… Gods he had let his hands wander again! He carefully took away his hands from his arse slowly enough that his new handmaidens probably thought he was still just feeling the dress.

"It's wonderful, truly it is perfect." The voice of Cersei rang out from his throat captivatingly sexy and melodic at the same time. He had no idea what the dress was for but he was going to have to get used to acting as if he was truly a woman, which he realized now would not be difficult. It seems as if he had taken not only Cersei's body but parts of her mind as well. The way he was standing and breathing seemed to be so instinctual, and if he focused he could recall vague surface thoughts of the room and his handmaidens. One was the cousin of Lord Lefford while the other was Cersei's 2nd cousin from the Lannisters of Lannisport.

He attempted to recall where he was, and what Cersei was supposed to be doing at this moment but he didn't need to, not with the words that came out of Lefford's mouth next.

"Wonderful my lady" she beamed. "Now then let's get your bride cloak on so that we may proceed to the Great Sept of Baelor."

Well shit. It looks like he was about to be married to Robert Baratheon. The image of the fat, lethargic Stag King who had visited Winterfell came to mind. He hoped that he was still fit at this point in time or the sex—

Gods the sex! He'd have to fuck a man! His Lord Uncle's best friend no less! It seemed that he'd get to experience what Sansa felt like whenever he was with her.

It seemed his thoughts had forced a grimace onto his face, as his new cousin tried to comfort him. "My lady are you no looking forward to marrying the King?" she probed. "Dozens of ladies, myself included, are jealous of you! King Robert is comely and handsome, tall and broad of shoulder, I heard that many women call him the Warrior made flesh!" His cousin said with dreamy eyes.

He forced a smile onto his face. "Too true cousin. He is very handsome. I am grateful that I get the opportunity to be Queen and to be able to bed such a specimen!"

That got his handmaidens to laugh and smile. Well shit he was better at pretending to be a woman than he thought he'd be.

Stepping out of the carriage after the ride from the Red Keep, the former Targaryen King saw where he was about to be married. The Sept of Baelor was huge. He had never seen it in his lifetime. Having been crowned King in Winterfell and campaigning the Great War in the Riverlands and the North, he had never truly gotten the chance to see King's Landing, the traditional capital of his birth father's dynasty, the city that started to be built during the time of Aegon the Conquerer. It honestly smelled like Shit and Piss.

But the great Sept of Baelor was hugely and ornately built, surely costing millions of gold dragons in labor and equipment. Was this how the Southon Lords spent their money? He wanted to shake his head at the absurdity of it. The Old Gods required no septon, no building, and no long book to tell you how to live. All that was required was to respect the freedom of every man or woman who were your fellows.

But Cersei Lannister was no northern girl, raised to worship the Old Gods. He called to mind how Sansa would act when they were younger, as she was the only Stark child who had taken to their mother's gods, and mumbled a prayer very loudly. His Lannister Guardsmen and his handmaidens smiled at him, obviously happy that their Lady was so pious. It seemed some of the smallfolk crowd near him had heard it as well and he could hear the whispers of the Smallfolk.

"She's gorgeous!" "What's she saying?" "Damned Lannisters!" "She's praying to the Mother! What a pious woman!" "That King Robert is a lucky bastard to be able to bed her later!"

Some were crass, some weren't. He guessed they weren't happy to see the House that just sacked their city show off it's wealth and authority.

Walking forwards he saw a tall, slender, broad-shouldered man in his late thirties. 'Blonde Hair as well. This must be my new Lord Father.' Jon walked towards the man, using Cersei's muscle memory to walk in the way she would. He had to take the utmost care, as Cersei's family would be the people who might notice something wrong with the way she was acting.

"Daughter. You look beautiful. As expected." He curtly said before taking her arm and escorting her towards the doors of the Great Sept. Just before the door, Tywin Lannister stopped and looked at his daughter straight in the eyes.

"Remember, give him heirs, make a good queen, influence things in the capital for House Lannister. If you can manage it, get your brother out of that damned white cloak. You are a lioness. Act like it"

What was he supposed to say? What would Cersei say? "I will not fail you Father."

He simply nodded and made a gesture to the guards, at which point they opened the great sept doors. Inside were a modest amount of guests, most likely most were from the houses that had taken Kings Landing. He knew that the Arryn-Stark Host had come directly after the Lannisters, and now the majority of the rebel army were probably still encamped outside the walls of King's Landing.

Walking down the aisle was quick. He had thought his first marriage would be to Sansa, his lover, after they defeated the Night King. It seemed that his first marriage would now be to a man, as a woman. He was going to kill Bran the next time he saw him.

He was up on the dais now, clasping the hands of Robert Baratheon, it seemed that his uncle wasn't kidding, he had gotten fat in that future he came from. Looking at the Baratheon King, he was not surprised about the comparisons to the Warrior. He did not seem to have an ounce of fat on him, and his entire body seemed to be pure muscle.

He did not notice much of what the fat High Septon was saying, until he commanded that the exchange of cloaks happen. Tywin approached him and took off the Lannister cloak he was wearing, and his new husband put a Baratheon cloak around his shoulders.

"Now say the words"

He did not need reminding of what those words were. He had performed impromptu wedding ceremonies during the War for the Dawn. Without septon or Heart Tree, most couples had come to him in order to see their union recognized, mostly being soldiers in his army who knew that they had little chance of surviving the next few conflicts.

"With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my King and Husband."

"With this kiss I pledge my love and take you for my Queen and Wife."

And then he leaned forward, same as Robert. Jon had not kissed women many times before reuniting with Sansa, except of course for Ygritte. It seems he wouldn't be doing much more of kissing women anyway. Kissing a man was… different. There was little passion, little love, and little tongue. And as soon as they had started they had stopped.

"You are now one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever"

It was a blur from then on. They'd been whisked away to a carriage in order to go around King's Landing before the wedding feast at the Red Keep. He hadn't gotten a single real chance to talk to Robert. Sitting down with him at the head table, it seems most were not focusing their eyes on their new king.

"What a splendid ceremony, and a great showing of my loyal lords and knights in the tourney this morning. But enough of that, it's time to feast! Eat, Drink, and enjoy!" Robert raised his goblet in a quick toast before downing it in one gulp and turning to face his wife.

The feast was rowdy, as expected from lords and nobles who were celebrating for the first time after months of war and strife. He could see some Stormlords already starting a drinking contest with some Westermen. He saw a distinct shortage of northern lords with only a few being present while Jon Arryn's bannermen were more somber and reserved.

"How are you my queen?" It seemed Robert was making an effort to get friendly with the person he'd spend the rest of his life with. Looking at the Stag King, he couldn't help but notice his eyes. Blue and alert, the eyes of a warrior not yet dulled by drink and fat and lust like in that future he had come from.

"I am overjoyed my king. Now I hope to work towards peace and a united realm with you." He said hoping to appear courtly.

Now for the tricky part. He needed Robert to at the very least like his new wife, to father less or no bastards if possible, and he needed to break up with Jaime somehow. First things first was to show Robert that Cersei was someone who could rock his world and someone worth marrying and staying faithful to.

He leaned in, knowing full well his cleavage would be in easy viewing of Robert, to whisper in his ears with the most seductive voice he could muster, which incidentally made his own male-thinking brain force his body to quake in lust. "And I'm excited for our bedding ceremony my love"

He then straightened up in his chair and started sipping on the the best wine he'd ever tasted. 'Probably Arbor Gold' he mused. He had never tasted it in his first life and it seems that being Queen had its upsides. 'Like these lovely tits' he thought as he glanced down at his cleavage, shaking subtly enough for someone to think the queen was just shivering due to the cold, but significantly enough that he felt aroused by the sight of shaking tits.

He didn't look at Robert directly, instead opting to gaze over the assembled nobility. Out of the corner of his hazel green eyes he saw the king looking at her curiously and peering downward he saw… yes there was that bulge in the King's pants. It semed Robert was looking forward to the bedding as well. 'I don't blame him' Jon thought, his mind once again wandering to his own body.

He could feel so many differences between this and his old body. His skin was more delicate, his smile came more naturally and seemed to stun most men, he could feel his shapely legs rubbing against each other, and his hair got in the way of his eyes every so often, forcing him to brush it away instinctively.

The feast went by pretty fast, almost like a blur, until he heard chanting.

'It seems it's time for a bedding' Jon thought.

And then he was naked. Granted, there was maybe a 20 second gap between the start of the bedding and the moment of total nakedness but still it was quite fast.

He could see more than a few of the men who undressed him were stunned silent, carrying their queen to the bedchambers. A little ways in front of him was Robert, carried by the women and noble ladies. It seemed most of them were stunned as well. He could do without the jokes and ribbing but most were suggestions he might take into consideration. This was his first time after all.

Well, as a woman.

And then they were in the room alone. Robert was…

Like the Warrior made man. He had abs and muscles everywhere on his body. Not to mention his penis was probably bigger than Jon's previous body's dick.

He didn't look forward to this. Not at all. Although his female body was responding, He could feel his nipples hardening and his cunt getting wet. Well it was time to make sure Robert enjoyed.

They joined in moments. Robert couldn't keep himself off of his new queen and Jon-Cersei made the effort to at least enjoy what was happening. Screaming and shouting and pleasure was all that he remembered in that moment.

"Lyanna!" Robert shouted. The silence that followed was deafening.

'I heard about this from Sansa. This is what basically broke their marriage into the shitheap that it was in my first life. Time to do some damage control then.'

SLAP*

Robert was bewildered. His wife had just… slapped him in the face?

"I am Cersei of the House Baratheon, your wife. Either say that name or no name at all Robert." Jon growled out. Taking point, he flipped Robert over until the queen was on top and he reignited the vigorous royal lovemaking.

"Cersei" he heard him whisper. The king paused before reciprocating the actions of his wife, taking control of the situation by flipping the couple again and fucking her hard.

"Gods this feels great!" Jon screamed out. It really did.