STORY TITLE: The Gift of the Mother Goddess
PART: 08 of ?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson ( )
DISTRIBUTION: , Archive of Our Own, Hentai-Foundry, Questionable Questing
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me, the Game of Thrones Characters and setting are owned by George R.R. Martin and HBO
SUMMARY: Robert Baratheon II (Firstborn son of Robert and Cersei) discovers his unique gift, a gift that most women would kill to receive. There is a catch, of course.
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
RELATIONSHIPS: Robert Baratheon II/Multi
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 3,934
SPOILERS: None, goes extremely AU during the first season of Game of Thrones.
AUTHORS NOTES: There are quite a few changes to the canon, the survival of Robert and Cersei's first child is only the start! I've made some alterations to the histories of both the Baratheon and Lannister families, but they took place generations before the start of the story so it shouldn't pull you out of things. I am also playing a bit with the timelines, to allow for certain events to happen before the start of the series. Also, in the book and series, Mhaegen is extremely young, but for story purposes, I've aged her quite a bit.
NOTE ON DATES: There is very little information available on the names of months and days in Westeros, so I'm just using the number of moons that have passed. IE 1st Month of the Year is the First Moon, 2nd Month is Second Moon, etc.
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
Free City of Pentos
Home of Magister Illyrio Mopatis
Daenerys' Bed-chamber
Immediately after the last chapter
Daenerys slipped her fingers out of the girl and lifted them to her mouth, licking them curiously as Mirri was lost in her pleasure. Dany let the juices rest on her tongue for a moment before swallowing. Yes, she could get to enjoy the flavor, which will please Robert.
But now Mirri was aware of herself again, and before the girl could say anything, Dany shifted on the bed and spread the girl's legs. When she was laying on her stomach between Mirri's legs, Dany took a deep breath and lowered her face.
Mirri eagerly spread her legs, giving Dany room to move, and she licked each of the serving girl's lips, gathering more of her juices and letting them rest on her tongue before Dany swallowed. Mirri shivered when she felt the tongue touching her, this was the first time that anyone other than another serving girl used their tongue on her, and she was hoping that Daenerys would send for her often! She wouldn't ever let her feelings show, but she was extremely happy that the man had ended up dead, Mirri had been frightened that he would hurt her badly when he used her. But he won't hurt anyone anymore, and she was glad.
Dany slipped her tongue between Mirri's lips, feeling the sensitive flesh along the inner walls, brushing her nose across the nub, making Mirri jerk on the bed, before babbling happily. Daenerys would have grinned if she could, listening to the stream of nonsense flowing from Mirri's mouth. She took her time, licking and sucking the tender flesh, paying attention to Mirri's reactions to each touch, before moving faster as she licked Mirri's soaking pussy before sliding two fingers inside the girl, rubbing the walls and licking the nub once again.
Mirri cried out, her body stiffened before collapsing, boneless on the bed. She shuddered as the waves of pleasure flowed from her center all through her body before she relaxed, a sated smile on her face. Dany looked up from between her legs and grinned at her, Mirri grinned lazily, before pushing herself up, "That was wonderful, My Lady, thank you! Now, lay back and let Mirri show her appreciation."
Daenerys' eyes lit up with excitement, hoping Mirri made her feel as good as Robert did during the dream. Climbing up on the bed, Dany lay back and spread her legs in invitation. Mirri moved so she was laying on top of Dany, their breasts rubbing together as she kissed the Princess. She kissed her way down Daenerys' throat and further to suck on her nipples, pulling pleased sighs from Dany.
She spent an unknown amount of time worshiping Daenerys' breasts, her hand sliding between Dany's legs and touching her soaking core, enjoying the way Dany reacted to the touch, before continuing to kiss down her belly until her mouth was between Daenerys' thighs. Mirri's fingers stayed in place, stroking the inner walls as she licked up the juices. Mirri was still feeling amazing and wanted to make sure that her Lady felt just as good,
She moved between sucking the swollen lips and drinking the sweet juices, or slipping her tongue between the lips, rubbing the inner walls, and brushing the button with her tongue.
Mirri lost track of the time, her universe shrank to the bed and the eager woman laying under her tongue, and she was so focused that when Dany shouted and filled her mouth with her pleasure it took her by surprise. Mirri continued licking gently as Dany enjoyed the feelings. She could tell that Daenerys was aware again, and pulled back, to let her sleep, but was shocked when Dany took her by the hand and pulled her onto the bed, and wrapped her arms around the girl, falling asleep quickly. Mirri wanted to slide out of bed without disturbing Dany but was held too tightly, and she soon fell asleep as well.
Both of them had extremely pleasant dreams.
TGOTMG & TGOTMG & TGOTMG
Street of Silk
Littlefinger's Rooms
Three Days Later, during Small Council Meeting
Robert had waited until he saw Baelish arrive for the Small Council before he made his way out of the Keep. He had made sure that his appearance wouldn't draw people's notice, so he left his normal court clothing behind. It seemed to have worked as no one gave him a second look as he headed toward the Brothel that Littlefinger ran.
It was still early in the day before the whore's would be working, so he slipped down an alleyway and stopped at a door that was held slightly open by a chunk of wood. Listening carefully at the opening, there were no sounds of movement or voices to be heard, so he eased the door a little further open and slipped inside. Watching and listening, no unusual noises were heard, one of the girls upstairs was coughing but no sounds of walking around or voices.
Moving carefully down the hall, he stopped where it split, going left or right. Still not seeing or hearing anything, he looked to the right, and then to the left, seeing a door in the wall that matched what the Mother Goddess had shown him. Reaching under his tunic, he drew the slim piece of metal and moved to the doorway. The metal fit between the door and the frame, and with careful movements, was able to open the door.
Taking a breath, he pushed open the door, relaxing when it swung open quietly he slipped through the doorway and he closed the door quietly behind him. Standing by the door Robert scanned the room and saw the shelf that the Mother had shown him, and it was clear that the shelf was not flush to the wall. If the Mother hadn't let him know, he wouldn't have noticed it at first glance either. Moving around the desk to the shelf, he lifted the shelf off the pegs and felt the back of the shelf, smiling when he felt the key that was fitted into a carved opening on the back of the shelf.
Working quickly, Robert freed the key from its hiding spot before going to the desk and opening the bottom drawer. The light from the window illuminated the slot in the back of the drawer that would take the key easily. 'Okay, everything has been the way the Mother showed us, don't screw this up!' he heard a harsh voice saying in his ear. After a second he realized he was hearing his voice and carefully worked the key into the slot, twisting slightly he heard a soft 'click' and the panel moved forward, revealing a small dark vial carefully sealed, and three ledgers. There was also a small leather bag that was heavier than it should be, and it felt like coins inside it. Opening the bag, he pulled out one of the coins and softly swore as felt the square shape and the stamp of the Titan. 'Why would he have Braavosi money? Another question to be asked. But let's get out of here!'
Carefully, he removed the ledgers and the dark vial that contained the Tears of Lys and slipped them into different pouches. Moving the back panel into place, he used the key to lock it in place again before closing the drawer. Picking up the shelf, the key easily fits into the carved opening. Once it was in place, he put the shelf back where it belonged and moved back to the door.
There were still no sounds of movement or voices to be heard, so he quietly opened the office door a crack and listened again. Not believing his luck, the hallway was silent, so he opened the door the rest of the way and stepped out, setting the lock before pulling the door closed behind him.
The twenty feet to the door were the longest distance he'd walked in his life, it felt like it took a minute to lift one foot, and then another minute to move forward. As soon as he made it through the door and into the alleyway, time returned to normal and he walked casually back toward the keep.
TGOTMG & TGOTMG & TGOTMG
The Red Keep
Small Council
Two Hours into the Meeting
Tyrion was doing his absolute best to act normally, and it seemed to be working since the only person who looked at him strangely was Ser Jon Arryn, and Tyrion had alerted him that he would be needed as a witness due to some irregularities with the Master of Coin to be addressed after the meeting.
Finally, the meeting finished, and Lord Renly Baratheon, the Master of Laws, was the first out of his seat, hurrying to the nearest privy. Just as Renly went out the door, Prince Robert stepped in and gave the success signal. Tyrion released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and relaxed slightly. Ser Jon delayed Baelish by asking him a question, keeping the man distracted. Once the Spider made his way out of the room, Robert closed and locked the door before approaching the table.
Baelish looked up in surprise and started to greet Prince Robert, but the prince cut right through him, "We can save the politeness Petyr, I know you want to know who took Mheagan the other night. Well, that would be me, and normally we would discuss compensation for depriving you of two of your whores, note that I said 'normally'," He lifted the box that he was carrying and said, "Ser Jon, as the Hand of the King, would you take a look at the items in the box, but be very careful of the vial, it's contents are deadly."
Tyrion had been watching Baelish from the moment Robert spoke, and when he handed the box to Ser Jon, Littlefinger started pushing back from the table, but Tyrion had a dagger in his hand, one that he had coated with something to make sure the Master of Coin didn't try to leave the party too soon. As the King's Hand was emptying the box, Baelish fell back into his chair, a dagger buried deep into his shoulder.
Littlefinger tried to lift his arm to remove the blade and Tyrion shook his head, "Don't bother, Baelish, that blade was coated with a little something that I found in my travels. You won't be moving anything from her shoulders down for the next couple of hours. So, we've got some questions, and you will provide us the answers."
Littlefinger just glared at him, and Tyrion chuckled, "You don't get it, do you Petyr, we know all about your dealings, going back to ravens that weren't delivered to Rickard and Brandon Stark from Lyanna Stark, that would have prevented Robert's Rebellion. The Tears of Lys that you were planning to give to an unhappy wife to murder her husband, just having the Tears in your possession would have you dying by torture. And that doesn't even take into consideration what I believe those ledgers contain."
The man went pale as he listened to Tyrion, whose voice was calm and rather amused, unlike Ser Jon who was swearing violently, as he read a section of the ledger. The Hand managed to calm himself, "Your Grace, Lord Tyrion, I understand why you requested my presence at this meeting. Your Grace, would you call the guard that is on duty – I believe there are many other questions that our former Master of Coin needs to answer, and this isn't the proper place to ask those questions."
Robert nodded and unlocked the door, getting one of the guards from their post to come into the room.
Ser Jon moved to a wall at the back of the room, blank except for a candle holder. When the King's Hand moved the holder, a section of the wall moved inward, showing a steep set of stairs heading down. Gesturing to the guard, the man picked up the frozen body of Littlefinger and started down the stairs.
Ser Jon looked at the two of them, "Thank you again for locating this information, and I'm not going to ask how you knew about it, but unless Baelish has a exceptional explanation for all of this, including the Tears, you will never see him again."
He started to the stairs and paused, "Lord Tyrion, until the King says otherwise, consider yourself the Master of Coin, I'll give you everything that Littlefinger has about the Kingdoms Finances."
Tyrion nodded, and the Hand walked through the hidden door and closed it behind him, leaving no sign that a door was even there. He sighed, "I don't know exactly what is going to happen down there, but I could almost feel sorry for the bastard if I didn't know how much blood he has on his hands. But, we have too much work to do to worry about the talking dead man. I've done some digging into who was responsible for the condition of the sewers, and guess who used the lowest price and quality he could find? It's going to take a lot of work to fix things, and we should plan on starting with the lowest of the small folk, you might want to talk to the High Septon about seeing if there any members of the Faith who know sewers, that will give the Faith another visible action to aid the people"
TGOTMG & TGOTMG & TGOTMG
Family Dining Area
Immediately After the Prior Scene
The two of them were still talking quietly as they made their way to the Family Dining Room for the midday meal, but there was no food or drink at any of the tables, including the family table. Strangely, his brothers and sister were at the table, but no sign of the Queen, so it was up to Robert. Walking past his normal seat, he stood at the center of the table and looked toward the kitchen, and saw the servers ready with the food. Gesturing, the doors opened and the servants started carrying in platters of food, and the room soon filled up with the sounds of cutlery hitting the dishes, and people chewing.
Looking at Joffrey, he forced himself to be pleasant and asked if the Queen had said anything about missing the meal. Joffrey shook his head, and turned away, focusing on his meal. Robert was hoping that his younger brother would grow out of his spoiled stage, if not things could get very uncomfortable for him once the King was dead and the Queen went into seclusion. He was too young to Die for the Good of the Kingdom, but that still leaves internal or external exile. Once again he was glad that Tommen and Myrcella seemed to avoid the possible madness from their parents being brother and sister.
It wasn't until the meal was almost over that the Queen made her way to her seat at the table. She didn't say anything, but it was obvious that the Queen was distracted by something. Robert watched her as carefully as he could, but there was no obvious reason for her actions. She made it a point to be in place to start the meal whenever the King was away.
He casually watched the Queen and noticed her giving him strange looks. He was slightly annoyed because he wanted to let Mheagan and Ros know that they wouldn't be seeing Baelish anymore, and possibly take the time to help them celebrate if they were in the mood. But that will have to wait until the question of the Queen's behavior is dealt with.
TGOTMG & TGOTMG & TGOTMG
The Master of Whispers
The Red Keep
Later that Afternoon
Lord Varys, the Spider among other, less pleasant titles, reached for the letter that the raven dropped off. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the handwriting, knowing that this information would be a higher quality than a lot of what his little birds bring him. Opening the letter, he skimmed it for the major information and gave a pleased smile to hear that Viserys had met his end, he would have been a disaster on the Iron Throne, but his sister, appears to have been lucky and avoided the madness, and getting her married to the Heir to the Iron Throne would satisfy the Great Houses. A match like that could be the only thing to keep the Baratheons on the Iron Throne if the small folk gather into a mob, hearing Robert the elder being referred to as 'the Usurper' again is a screaming danger signal. But the King is impossible to get to, he's too busy drinking, hunting, and whoring, to care about the Kingdom, and the Queen is roundly hated by the small folk, so it's good that the Heir has actually started to grow into his position recently, just after his name-day.
So what changed? He and the Poison Dwarf left for the Street of Silk, and the next morning, the two of them leave the brothel accompanied by two of the women, and a small child. They ended up in a house in the Sea Ward, and he was waiting to see what comes of that. And the whispers about the Grand Septon changing his robes and his eating habits for no apparent reason is also intriguing.
He made notes in his code in the ledger including all the pertinent information before burning the original report. He was reaching for the next report when a raven that is from the keep dropped a short note on his desk. Opening it, he read it, and then again, not believing his eyes, but it didn't change, Petyr Baelish was taken into the deepest dungeon, where the King's Inquisitor asks his questions. He would need to put the word out to his little birds that he would need any information they hear about Littlefinger, especially if the information is brought out by the questioning.
Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes, picturing a lit candle in front of him. He focused all his attention on the candle, letting everything else drop away, removing any emotional connection to the information, and letting his mind go free. An unknown time later, he opened his eyes and sat up, reaching for his ledger, and made notes of all the connections he saw, but there were still pieces of information missing that prevented a clear view of the overall portrait. He would need to keep a few of his birds in the vicinity of the High Septon, to find out what made the man change his behavior. He would also need to find out what Prince Robert is up to. Hopefully, his little birds will pick up the piece of information that makes it all clear. If not, there are plenty of other people who might have that information. Somebody always does, it just takes patience.
TGOTMG & TGOTMG & TGOTMG
The Red Keep
Healing Rooms
Grand Maester Pycelle
Late that Night
It was a rapid knock on his door that pulled Robert from sleep. Making his way toward the noise, he pulled open the door, to see a member of the night guard. "My apologies, Your Grace, but you are needed in the Healing Rooms, your father was seriously injured this afternoon. Grand Maester Pycelle is with him now."
Robert paled at the news, he knew it was coming but it was still hard to take. Thanking the guard, he said that he will be getting dressed and will there shortly.
Dressing automatically, he made his way to the Healing Rooms, only to find that the Queen was already at his father's bedside. There was no problem showing concern for his father, but faking the concern for his mother is far more difficult when he knew this was her plan, thinking she could control him as his mother, but she is in for a series of nasty surprises.
Asking the expected questions, Robert was told about his father missing the strike at a charging boar, due to the amount of drink he consumed, and ended up being gored. He affected a puzzled expression, "I've seen my father drink an entire company under the table and still hit a target ten out of ten times. So there's got to be another reason. Did anybody check his tankard?" The Maester shook his head and called for one of the servants to find the tankard the king was using. The Maester had his back to the Queen, but Robert saw that she was listening intently and she had gone even paler than the situation calls for, but he was the only one who noticed.
Moving to the side of the bed, the bandages were already soaked with blood, and his father was unconscious, which was a blessing because the wounds must have been agonizing. He struggled not to confront the Queen, it wasn't time for him to bring her down, but after his father's ceremony, and his own coronation, then the Queen will discover just what her punishment will be!
Leaving the room, he made his way to the Family Sept where he knelt, opening himself to the Mother, hoping to get guidance about his Mother, hoping to understand why the Mother had chosen the form of her punishment.
He also asked if what he and the Grand Septon and his uncle Tyrion were doing was going in the right direction. He got a distinct feeling of approval, but then he felt himself surrounded by the seven icons representing the Seven-In-One's faces, and he got an answer.
End Chapter Eight