Chapter 19 On the road

In the South...

Cersei POV

Cersei was in the council room with Joffrey and his advisors, listening to the developments that Robert, the king's master, was exposing to them. But she couldn't help but let her gaze wander along his body, or even undress him with his eyes, of that heavy tunic. She felt how the heat and the wetness were growing between her legs and squeezed her legs to suppress that feeling.

" But tell me, Master Robert, how successful is this new weapon of yours?"

"All you need is a small barrel of this, with fire, and you can blow up a house, your grace."

"And if I want to blow up an army, a fleet or a city."

"You will need much more, your grace."

"Then get to work and make more of it. Soon I will need it. If my grandfather arrives, perhaps in this way I will be able to make him smile, do not think." Sayed Joffrey with sarcasm and all the council burst out in laughers, except Stannis Baratheon, the Lord Hand, who rarely laughed.

"You may leave." His son said. She took a look at Robert as he left the room and when everyone left, she said turning to her son, "Joffrey, it's time to find you a bride."

"You don't have to worry about that."

"What do you mean," she asked confused.

"That I've already started my negotiations with the Reach. I' ll marry Margery Tyrell."

"And you didn't think to ask me for advice." She said, feeling disappointed, and hurt for not being informed of these plans.

"I am the king, mother. I decide who my future wife will be, not you. And much less the council."

"You're right," Cersei replied, seeing that her son was getting angry. He had this temperament since he was a child, and sometimes it scared her, especially recently.

"Now go, mother. I have plans to do."

"Plans?"

"I want to slaughter all the bastards in Stormlands. I know my father had many of them when he didn't fuck you," and she immediately slapped him on the face. But it was a huge mistake, because he, grabbing her by the neck, pressed her against the wall and said, "Don't ever do this again, mother. If you do, I will execute you. Did you understand me?"

She nodded, and he left the room, and she began to breathe with difficulty.

Getting up and recomposing herself, Cersei headed toward Maester Robert's study.

Entering, she saw him immersed in his work. He had been trying for a while to bring the dead back to life, with various failures. Of course, she fully supported him in this because it meant that his son will have a stronger army to challenge her father.

"How's your work progressing?" asked Cersei as she descended the stairs.

"Another failure," he said.

"I understand. How many suppliers of Wildfire have you made?"

"Enough to stop any army."

"And could I know where you've hidden them?"

"Of course. I'll show you later," he replied, continuing to write who knows what. She began to approach him and then put her hands on his shoulders.

"You know when you were showing your work, I couldn't stop the excitement I was feeling, between my legs. The passion with which you were exposing was very touching, and you made me get wet.

"I'm glad. What did you say this time?" He said as he continued to write.

"What do you mean?"

"The marks on your neck. It was your son who made those marks to you. He grabbed you by the neck because you told him something he didn't like. He's a real bastard."

"He's my son," she said, raising her voice and moving away from him. Despite his cruelty, his wickedness, his violent nature, he was still her son. She carried him in her womb for nine months, fed him from her breast, taught him everything she knew despite his father's drunkenness, and even if he treated her badly, she loved him anyway. It was her child. As was Myrcella and Tommen.

"Forgive me, my love," he said, standing up from his chair and hugging her from behind. "It's just that I don't like to see you hurt."

She closes her eyes feeling his hands that were so safe. Despite the fact that they were the hands of a Master. When he started kissing her along the neck, Cersei said, "I want you inside me. And I want you to fuck me fast and hard like you've never done before."

Robert, without hesitation, pushed her against the table, and she moaned. Then while she was leaning with her hands on it, he took off his dress, and when he raised hers he spread her legs.

She feels, how he stroked her pussy with one hand, while with the other he stroked his cock. He heard him spit on his cock, and bring it closer to her entrance. Then, with a powerful thrust, he entered inside her. Cersei gasped by the feeling, closing her eyes and opening her mouth. What a pleasure it was. He stays inside her for a moment, completely, and she felt how he pulsed inside her pussy. And at that moment, he opened her front dress, almost tearing it apart and releasing her breast.

Robert began to give slow but powerful thrusts inside her, while, Cersei had her back arched. And at the same time, he caressed her tits, squeezing her already hardened nipples. And she moaned, "Robert."

"Now I will fuck you, hard, fast, and without mercy," he said, giving two more powerful thrusts. She smiled with her eyes closed.

Pushing her down on the table, and grabbing her hips, Robert began to increase the pace of his thrusts, and she felt so much pain and pleasure that she was about to rip the flesh from her wrists when she bit them, to prevent the screams. What a pleasure. Something her dead husband, the king, never gave her.

Feeling that her climax was approaching as well as Robert's, Cersei brought a hand between her legs, massaging herself, her sensitive part, and when she cumed, Robert continued to thrust in her, although more slowly. After some more thrust, she felt how his warm seed painted her walls, and how her mixed juice, with Robert's sperm, was coming down along her legs.

"Gods, woman. You're...incredible," he said, breathless, still inside her and with her chest on her back, but not with all his weight. "Every time we have sex, or I'm inside you, it's like the first time."

She chuckled and also admitting that with him she felt the same. And Robert made her forget even Jaime since he was more gifted.

"Do you remember our first time?" He asked.

"Of course I do," she said.

"It was such a beautiful day after a storm. The beach was so quiet. "

"We should go back one day," she said. Because that day, there she had felt like a little girl, with her first love, despite the fact that she was a woman of thirty-five years old.

"You're still as beautiful as you were that day, my queen," he said, pulling it out from inside her.

"Well, it's been five years."

" Still, you remain beautiful," he said sitting in the chair, catching his breath.

She turned to him and sat down in his lap, even though he was still naked. And with one hand she began to touch his chest and his abs, which were not warrior-like, but still good.

"It's better if you stop, my queen, or I'll have to take you again."

"Maybe I want it."

"But I still have a lot of work to do. Your son, he asked me to increase the production of Wildfire, and very quickly."

"I understand. So it' s better I go," she said, but before she left, she wanted to ask him something that had been on her mind for a long time.

"What do you think of Stannis? Can we trust him? Because I saw him asking you something."

"Stannis is a great Lord Hand, and also a great strategist. He only cares about the good of the Stormlands, but that doesn't mean he likes your son."

"Will he be a problem?"

"Maybe. His supporters are growing. And he only wants the good of the kingdom."

"And you are among them?"

"Of course not, Cersei. My loyalty is only to you."

"And to my son, I hope."

" Of course," he said, smiling and putting on his long tunic with the chain again.

She gave him one last kiss on the lips and leaving the room with a smirk.

In the North...

Jon POV

They were about a week from the Wall, and had been about three weeks since he left Winterfell, and especially since he last saw his beautiful Daenerys. And he missed her so much. Her hugs, her kisses, and above all being inside her.

"Your Grace," Jon heard Arthur call him, and looked up at him. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, Uncle. Just some thoughts." And Jon saw his Wolfsguard approaching the fire near which he was sitting, and they also sat down.

"About the Queen?" Arthur asked, drawing his attention to him again.

Jon nodded.

"I hope you don't do something stupid on this expedition."

And Jon began to laugh loudly. "Arthur, Arthur. I may be reckless, but I'm not stupid."

"And that's the problem, Jon," said Benjen, as he warmed his hands. "Stupidity equals recklessness. Trust me. I know something about it. And there is much more at stake here."

"Benjen is right. Because if you fall, even if I will do everything I can to prevent it from happening, Brandon Stark will become King of the North, and..."

"No," Jon cut him off, and everyone around the fire turned towards him.

"No?" asked Arthur, and Jon could hear a confusion in his voice.

"I changed the line of succession. You see, until my son is born, Daenerys is my heir. And after Daenerys, Arya. Whether she wants it or not. Brandon and Sansa are out of it. "

"And if Catelyn opposes it, and asks for the military support of the Valley and Riverlands," asked Benjen.

" I really hope she will, Benjen. Because I can't wait to show the South how the North treats invaders. Besides, the 5,000 men at Moat Cailin are loyal to me, and Grey Worm is ready to march on the neck, at my command."

"I see you've already planned it all. And the North Lords? If they oppose?" asked Arthur.

"They won't. Or rather, House Bolton will. But I really hope so. So I'll get rid once and for all of those treacherous and opportunistic conspirators."

"Dose Daenerys know about the line of succession?" asked Viserys who was sitting near Dacey, and who Jon noticed, was a little uncomfortable. Jon smiled to himself and responded "No, Only the council. I didn't have the time to tell here. We were...how to say it... a little busy within those days." responded Jon and everyone laughed.

"That's good," replied Arthur, cutting off a piece of meat from one of the wild boars they hunted.

After everyone ate and were withdrawn for the night, Jon could not sleep, and heard Arthur say, "Want to talk about what is bothering you, Jon"

"I miss her, Arthur. Daenerys. It's only been three weeks since I left Winterfell, and since I last saw her, but I miss her so much. I didn't think I could miss her so much." Said Jon.

"It happens when you're in love with someone. When she means to you more than anything else."

"Tell me, Arthur, have you ever been in love?"

"Yes. And I am still in love," he replied, and Jon knew exactly whom he was talking about. Of course, if the bad people find the truth, there would be a lot of trouble, but he was happy that his mother was happy again, even if in secret. He always knew about the affair between Arthur and his mother after his father married the Tully.

"I'm happy about that. For you and her," and he saw the surprise face of Arthur, and especially that he was speechless.

" For how long have you know?"

"A few years. Or rather, since before I left for Essos. But now that you have my approval, despite the fact that in the eyes of others it is wrong."

Arthur nodded and smiled.

"Old gods, on my return I might already be a father," he said chuckling, closing his eyes for a moment and imagining what he might look like. His child, with the woman he loves.

" Yes, there' s that chance, after all, it was your first time. But don't lose your excitement if it hasn't happened yet. Anyway, you are still young to have a child, of course, there is the succession, but your father when you were born was already 28 years old. He wasn't the heir to the throne, but still..."

"I want him, Arthur. And I'm sure I'm ready. Especially knowing that I will have Daenerys by my side."

" She' s also very young, Jon, Are you sure she's ready for that responsibility?"

"Yes," he replied firmly. They had been talking about it that night.

" Fine. Now let's sleep. Tomorrow we have to leave first light."

Jon nodded and drifted to sleep, with the memory of their last night.

Robb POV

Robb was in his room, at Castle Black, a few days had passed since their victory over the wildlings. Now he was looking at the map of the North, mainly the part beyond the Wall.

Val, the princess of the wildlings, taught him something about their way of life and their customs. Especially with regarding the stealing of the future wife. He chuckled at that. And now he was looking at the map. He wanted to know where they might have retreated since Mance only wanted to talk to the king, and Robb knew that Jon had left three weeks ago, so he should be here soon.

One thing he loved about these weeks was spending time with Val. She was a magnificent woman, similar to Daenerys but with different traits. Especially aesthetically. By the Gods what breast she had, and Robb would love to touch them. But he didn't dare make a move. She wasn't like the usual girls he slept with. She was different.

Suddenly he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Come in!"

And he saw her come in. Val. With the fur around her body, and her hair loose. A vision.

But it was a little late for their meetings, so he asked, "Is everything okay, my lady?"

"Wonderfully," she replied. Although Robb saw a certain lust in her eyes from the way she looked at him. He didn't wear armour. Just a brown tunic. "Did something happen?"

"No,"

"Then how can I help you?"

"I'm here to give you what you want and what's rightfully yours."

"I don't understand what..." but before he could finish the phrase, she let the fur fall to the ground, remaining naked in front of him, and Robb was speechless. But he knew what to say and felt how his cock was starting to get up and pulse in his pants. His throat was dry, and he was sure that his mouth was drooling when he saw her like that.

"See, Lord Snow. When you defeated us, you stole me and now I belong to you. I'm yours to wife and it's time we fucked."

"Wife?" Robb asked and started laughing and drinking his wine. But at that moment she began to approach him with seductive steps, and Robb saw how her hips moved.

"Don't you want me, my lord? Am I ugly?"

"Old Gods, of course not."

"Then why don't you take me, my lord," she said leaning over the table with the hands on the board and her breasts hanging.

Robb licked his lips and sipped from the goblet. But at that moment, she took his goblet and laid on the table, began to spill the wine from her neck, between her breasts and down to her pussy.

"What a waste of good wine," Robb said, with a smirk, even though it sucked.

"Then why don't you lick him away," she responded, sending a shock to his dick that made him stir.

So approaching her Robb, leaned over her and captured her neck with his lips, from where the trail of wine had started.

"Old gods what a good taste you have Val," and she chuckled. While licking her prosperous breast, Robb brought a hand on her pussy and started massaging her. She moaned when he did, and he started to journey further down until he got to her pussy.

He laid his mouth against her cunt, fingers parting her nether lips as he devoured her.

She gasped, grabbing his hair as she bucked against his lips with abandon. He knew that women love this thing with the tongue. His thumb searched for her pearl, and when he found it, stiff and hidden, it brought screams out of her sweet mouth and made her drip into his mouth.

"Rooobbb. Oh, gods..." She screamed more and more, pressing on his head, gripping him so strongly it hurt.

And then she went rigid, her body arching into his mouth, her back bowed, and she screamed. She spent into his mouth. He blinked, licking his lips.

Returning upwards with his kisses, Robb captured her lips and while he was doing it, he felt how Val with her hand began to unbutton his pants, freeing him and grabbing his cock. She began to caress him, then brought him to his entrance.

Looking him into his eyes, Val said, "Don't be gentle. I am no longer a virgin since a long time. "

He smiled and with a powerful and one thrust, he entered inside her. Val gasped throwing her head back and closed her eyes. Robb did it too, and for a moment he stayed like that, without moving, savoring the moment of what it felt like to be inside her.

Then, grabbing her neck, to keep her steady, he began to give her, slow but powerful thrusts. And she moans of pleasure. When he began to increase the rhythm of the thrusts, Val landed with her back on the table and grabbing his thighs to hold her steady, he began to thrust quickly, with force.

Val was screaming, loudly, both for pain and pleasure, and Robb saw how her tits were dancing in rhythm as he penetrated her.

She began to massage her pussy with one hand, while Robb grabbed her hips. He felt how she was almost at the end, and when he also felt that he was coming, he immediately pulled out his cock and quickly stroking him in front of her belly, he spilled his seed on her, groaning. And he backed back to the bed exhausted.

Val was lying on the table, she too breathless, and Robb watched her, especially her cunt, who could be seen so well from there, while she had her legs still open, and she was touching it, with the hand that first was on the belly where he spilled, and now on her cunt.

After a while, Robb heard her say, "Why haven't you spilled inside me?"

"You know very well why," replied Robb, even though he would have liked to.

" Aside from me being your wife, considering that you stole me, there' re other ways to prevent that, you know?" She answered by standing on her arm and giving him a good view of her beautiful breast.

"My wife according to wildlings law, not mine," he replied.

"So I'm not. Then why did you fuck with me?"

"Because I wanted to do it," replied Robb.

Then Robb saw her get up and approach him. Once in front of him, she knelt down, and said, "Tell me, my lord, has any woman ever taken you in her mouth?"

"Maybe," he replied, looking her in the eye, and his cock stood straight for anticipation.

She, taking hold of his cock, she spit on him and then began to stroke him. Robb closed his eyes to the beautiful feeling he felt, and it was only from her hand. Then he felt her lick his member, going up from one side and then down from the other, and continued to stroke him.

"Old Gods, woman. You are killing me, with this teasing. Take him in your mouth right now."

And she did. She began by just tacking the head, making circles with her tongue, while, she continued to stroke him, and then she takes him completely into her warm mouth and starting to suck him, moving her head up and down, and using her tongue. Robb felt how her saliva was leaking down her mouth, and along his member.

After a while, Robb stood up and by grabbing her hair, began to thrust in her mouth until the back of her throat, hard and fast, and she gagged and moaned, but he continued, carried away by the passion.

After a few more thrusts he spills inside her warm mouth and collapsed on the bed, but he could feel how Val continued to suck him until he was spent.

When she finished, Robb saw her swallow everything, and say, "This is the first time I've done this to a man, and I thought it would be worse." Robb chuckled, and She got on the bed, laying down next to him, with her head on his chest. She was a great company in these dark and cold nights, at the wall, but now he remembers how much she screamed. Surely the whole Wall has heard her, and tomorrow the GreatJon will surely make fun of him.

"What are you thinking of?" asked Val, looking towards him, while making circles on his chest.

"How loudly you screamed tonight and how tomorrow the GreatJon will make fun of me."

"I understand. Surely all of them will die of envy having no one to share the bed with, and the heat, except themselves, or the cold sword next to them."

Robb chuckled and kissed her on the lips.

As he was caressing her side with one hand, he heard Val ask, "So your king is coming. What is he going to do?"

"Create an alliance with you."

"I see." After some more silence, Val asked again, "How are the women on this side of the wall? How's your so-called queen?"

"They are cold-blooded, cunning, and very beautiful. And especially sensual."

"More than me?" asked her raising her head.

"Maybe, and it depends."

" And they do that thing with their mouths?"

"I don't know that. I've usually been with whores, and they're paid to do anything."

" Will you still go with the whores?"

"I don't know. Maybe yes, maybe no," he replied.

"And if I asked you not to go, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I'll go anyway." And he feels her nodding with her head.

" You still haven't told me what your queen's like?"

"Beautiful, with beautiful forms, young, with valyrian traits, very free spirit and defiant of the rules."

"Are you in love with her?"

"No. She's not my type. She is perfect for our king. My greatest friend and almost brother, so she is like a sister. Just like Arya. The queen and the King are like two sides of the same coin. And they have a similar character and tempers. And you are very similar to her."

"And what are the difference between me and her, if we are similar?"

"The breast. You have a more prosperous breast."

"Then maybe I should seduce the king..."

"You will not succeed in that. He only has eyes for the queen. He loves her more than anything in this world. Besides, you're mine."

They spent some more time in silence and Robb felt how sleep was coming. All thanks to the beautiful woman who was laying next to him. Usually, Robb didn't sleep with the girls. He would fuck them and then send away, but with Val, there was something that attracted him more, and that Robb wanted to wake up next to her, and have her in his arms.

"Robb?"

"Yes?"

"Can I sleep here with you?"

"Yes," he replied, earning from her a kiss on his lips before falling asleep.