STORY TITLE: The Gift of the Mother Goddess
PART: 04 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: 5,059
SPOILERS: None, goes extremely AU during the first season of Game of Thrones.
AUTHORS NOTES: There are quite a few changes to 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, Mheagen is extremely young, but for story purposes, I've aged her quite a bit.
NOTE ON MHAEGEN'S BACKGROUND: For the canon enthusiasts among you, I am making up Mheagen's background and personality from whole cloth. From what I've been able to determine, almost nothing is known about her other than that she gave birth to one of Robert I's bastards. Hope you enjoy what she told me about her story.
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.
Ros's House
River Road
Shortly After Last Scene
It was a bright and sunny day as they waited on the steps of the Great Sept, she wasn't sure what they were waiting for, but Mheagan knew they were waiting for something important to happen. She could feel the excitement in the crowd around her, and even more from her lord standing on the top step. King Robert II stood alone, the crown resting easily on his brow. Looking around she saw several faces she recognized, including Ros, who looked almost as young as the King, and knew that she looked just as young.
She saw Tyrion standing on the step just below the King, his eyes moving, looking for something. Mheagan knew what he was looking for, but couldn't think of it at the moment. She was sure she'd find out when everybody else did. Her eyes drifted down, and saw Cersei in her normal position. The former queen was kneeling below the King, her naked body visible to one and all, her leather collar the only adornment. The Queen of Whores looked older than she and Ros and the King's other women, but still younger than she used to look. Mheagan wondered how the woman liked being made to kneel in front of Tyrion and the others?
Mheagan smiled, remembering watching as the woman was brought low, after Tywin bled out in front of her. She had actually orgasmed from the fear and hatred in the bastard's eyes as she drew her blade across his throat! And then the King had taken her as the man's body cooled and the queen sobbed. It was glorious!
There was a sudden hush and she looked up from the broken whore kneeling by the King, and she saw that the crowd below them had parted, clearing the entire courtyard. Three shadows circled above them, and she looked up, her breath catching at the awesome sight of the dragons returning to Kings Landing.
The three dragons landed, surprisingly quietly for such huge beasts, and Mheagan got her first look at her Queen. The woman was beautiful, and about the age of her King, her wide smile and long blonde hair the first things she noticed.
The King was moving down the steps, a wide smile on his face as the crowd parted before him. He stopped in front of the lead dragon and held out his hand to the Queen as she climbed down from her dragon. The two spoke briefly, and then the Queen laughed, a happy sound that carried across the courtyard, and they turned to face the crowd.
As the King opened his mouth to say something, Mheagan felt herself being drawn away. She struggled to stay with her King, her lord, but darkness was surrounding her, and she saw a huge being of ice standing before her, his arms reaching for her...
With a cry, she sat up, looking around wildly, only to feel arms around her, pulling her back to the mattress and she remembered where she was,
The arms around her soothed her, and Mheagan fell back into her dreams, watching Barra and her other children playing happily with all of Robert II's other children.
TGOTMG & TGOTHMG & TGOTHMG
Later that Night
Ros cried out as another orgasm tore through her body, collapsing on the bed as Robert's cock swelled in her ass, flooding her with his cum. This was the second time he'd taken her ass, although they had stopped to wash after the first time. It was almost a relief that it had taken him several minutes to be ready this time, it was proof that he did have limits after all.
Even with his limits, he still had far more stamina than any man she'd ever taken to bed, and Ros almost envied the other girl's he was going to be bedding. She and Mheagan had experienced years of unsatisfactory lovers, so they knew just how exceptional Robert was, the other girls would think being with him normal.
She'd long since lost track of everything they had done since she dropped her dress and Robert used his mouth on her, and she really didn't care! Ever Tyrion hadn't gotten her off as much as this young man had, and she was really looking forward to seeing what happened next!
Mheagan was dozing again, after getting up to take care of Barra, and Ros wondered if Robert was going to give her a baby to join his half-sister? They'd already noticed she was looking and feeling a lot younger, but she was far more interested in enjoying the effects than wondering why the Mother had blessed her like this. There would be time to think about the Mother's Gift in the morning, when they were all awake.
She felt Robert sliding out of her ass, and she gave a sigh of relief, before exhaustion hit her, and she fell asleep, a sated smile on her face.
TGOTMG & TGOTHMG & TGOTHMG
It was still about an hour before sunrise, but the three of them were awake and dressed. Robert would have preferred watching Mheagan and Ros in all their glory, but they didn't want to take a chance of being splattered with grease when they were cooking.
Finishing the mug of milk, he looked at the two women and said, "That was delicious, Ros, thank you." The woman gave him a quick smile and a nod, and he continued, "I've been thinking about what we do next, because, and I'm sorry if it seems like I'm taking your choice away from you, but the two of you are done being whores! We still don't know why this is happening, but if it is a Gift from the Mother, she would probably see it as an insult if you were to go back to selling yourselves."
Ros and Mheagan shared a glance, before Mheagan spoke. "I don't think either of us would have a problem not going back to Littlefinger, especially the way we look now, but what would we be doing? Because, as much fun as the last couple of nights have been, we can't be playing all the time, can we?"
Robert grinned, "Probably not. But, both of you are literate and numerate, aren't you? I know you are Mheagan, and considering the books that are in the different rooms, I'm willing to bet you are as well Ros. What I'm thinking about, and I'll admit it's just whisper of a plan, but, there are a lot of families in this area that don't have a family Septa to teach their children to read and write and other skills. The two of you could start teaching some of the younger children, those too young to be working, the skills they would need as they got older."
Ros nodded, "My father taught me when I was little, and there are enough families that have little children that it would keep us busy. But won't the Faith object to taking duties from the Septa's and Septons?"
"Possibly, but I could approach the High Septon to get a younger Septa to work with you, so you would 'officially' have their sanction. Not to mention that the High Septon would appreciate a chance to be seen working with me, since my parents, well, they aren't as active as Aerys was, before the madness took him. It will also give me a way to make myself known to the small folk, which won't hurt when the time comes for me to take the Iron Throne."
Both women grinned, and Ros said, "Well then, Your Grace, I think you've got two new trainee Septa's." She chuckled, "I just hope you don't expect us to take vows of celibacy the way the Faith does, because that's not a sacrifice I'm willing to make."
Robert laughed, "I think we can avoid that, but we will need to be at least a bit discrete. It's a good thing that the Mother changed Barra's appearance so she doesn't look like her father. We can claim that you are a recent widow if anybody asks, but I doubt they will."
He paused, then looked at Ros, a serious expression on his face. "Ros, I need an honest answer, how close are you to Tyrion? I know that you enjoy yourself with him, but is there anything beyond that? I'm planning on keeping him involved, because he has a depth of knowledge that I don't, and truthfully, I trust him more than any other adult in the Keep."
Ros shrugged, "We get along, but if I'm not available, he doesn't have a problem going with another woman or two. I don't see that changing, he hasn't offered to marry me, or buy me a brothel, if that's what you are wondering."
Mheagan giggled and he snorted, shaking his head, "I think I'm going to pass on buying a brothel for now, although ruining Littlefinger's day does have it's attractions."
Looking out the window, he saw that the sun was just starting to rise and he stood, "I need to get moving, I probably won't be back tonight, I don't want my mother to try and discover where I'm going. My father won't care, but, why ask for trouble? But, if something happens that you need me, send me a raven and I'll come as quickly as I can."
Kissing both women, he pulled on his cloak and slipped out the door.
TGOTMG & TGOTHMG & TGOTHMG
The Red Keep
Robert's Quarters
An Hour Later
Robert smiled in the mirror, shaving the morning stubble away. He'd already pulled out the fresh clothing he would be wearing and they were different enough from what he'd worn the day before that the Queen wouldn't be overly suspicious.
He'd managed to avoid seeing anyone but a couple of servants on the way back to his rooms from the entryway, although he did share a smile with Kayla when their paths crossed. It was thinking about what he had promised the girl after his bath that made him warn Mheagan and Ros that he wouldn't be visiting them that night.
He'd actually been tempted to have the girl come back to his room right then, but that would interfere with her performing her other duties, and that would cause problems for her, so he limited himself to telling the girl he was looking forward to seeing her that night. Kayla had actually blushed as she smiled, saying that she was looking forward to it as well, and that the other girls were really interested in what she had told them.
Rinsing the shaving blade in the basin of water, he wiped the soap off his face and got dressed.
When he got to breakfast, he was a bit surprised that the Queen wasn't already at the table, although Tyrion was in his usual seat. Giving his uncle a nod, Tyrion looked at him sharply, and made a slight gesture that the two of them had developed over the last couple of years, indicating a need to meet privately. Robert reached up and casually scratched his ear, and Tyrion turned back to his breakfast.
The serving girl had just put a fresh platter and a mug in front of him, and he was amused that she had loosened her top enough to give him a good view of her unfettered breasts when she leaned over. He let her see him looking, she'd clearly displayed herself deliberately, and then he looked up was a grin, softly saying "Very nice, I enjoyed the view. I'm looking forward to having you bathing me tomorrow night Magdalena, and I'll tell you the same thing I told Kayla, if you want what she is going to get, leave your small-clothes behind."
She kept her eyes down, paying attention to what she was doing, but said, "Happily, Your Grace. Kayla was practically bouncing with happiness when she got back to our quarters last night."
There was a stir as the door opened, and the Queen came in, with Joffrey, Tommen and Myrcella following behind her. Magdalena had moved away to serve the others before she was noticed, and Robert hid a smirk when he felt Tyrion's eyes on him. His uncle was shaking his head in amusement before taking a drink of his mug.
Giving his mother a greeting when the Queen took her seat, he was curious to see that she looked far more relaxed this morning than usual, and wondered at the cause? He doubted that it was for the same reason he was relaxed, his mother hadn't been all that quiet about her irritation with the King's lack of attention to her pleasure when she wasn't aware her son could hear her. Robert was amazed at his father, the Queen was a very desirable woman, and it would be a pleasure to have her losing her mind from riding his cock...
Robert froze in shock, 'What the fuck? Why am I suddenly picturing fucking my mother, we aren't Targaryen's damn it!' raced through his mind, as he lifted his mug and took a drink. He tried to push the thoughts away, but he could just picture Cersei squealing with pleasure as he filled her ass, her mouth busy between Mheagan's legs...
It took all Robert's concentration to keep the thoughts from overwhelming him, and he managed to hold a normal conversation with his mother as well as Tommen and Myrcella. Joffrey was in a bad mood about something and was ignoring everyone, including the Queen, which was a surprise.
TGOTMG & TGOTHMG & TGOTHMG
Eventually the meal was finished, and he excused himself, standing from the table. Leaving, he made his way to the rooms that he and Tyrion had claimed as their own for reading and talking. Less than five minutes later, his uncle stepped through the door and closed it. Sitting in his favorite chair, Tyrion pulled some sheets of paper from inside his tunic.
Tyrion looked at him seriously, "First off, did the same thing happen?"
"Yes it did, and I've got an idea to go over with you, because neither of them can go back, you know that as well as I do."
"That's obvious, there would be too many questions asked. But, I've been doing some researching on the various Gifts, and what prompted them, and you've gotten yourself into a world of shit!"
Robert groaned, "Of course I did! Damn it, I just wanted to lose my virginity, but it couldn't be that simple, could it? Okay, tell me what you've found out, and then we'll figure if I need a shovel or not."
Reading over his notes, Tyrion said, "Basically, when there is a threat to the Faith, the Mother aspect chooses a person to act to stem the threat. She gives this person one or more 'Gifts' that will help the person she chooses. The 'Gifts' are varied, I'll go over those later, but the main thing is they are meant to protect the Faith."
Robert nodded, "That matches what I remember from the legends that Septon taught, but it really doesn't help us, does it?"
Tyrion looked grim, "No, and it gets worse. I know that you aren't among the smallfolk very often, but I've been hearing whispers that the Faith has lost it's way, that the High Septon and the others are more interested in living in luxury than in tending to their flocks. And your parents aren't helping, between Robert's constant Tournaments that drain the coffers of the Sept, and my beloved sister's arrogance, there are a lot of unhappy people in King's Landing. I wouldn't be surprised if there are attempts to find Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen, to remove your father. I'm hearing of people starting to refer to him as 'the Usurper' again, and trust me, that is not a good thing, at all!"
Robert could almost feel the blood rushing from his face as he listened to his uncle. "Okay, that's bad, and I'm supposed to stop it?" His mind was racing, and he remembered the conversation with the girls from earlier, and he nodded, "Okay, that explains something. I'm going to need to get to the Great Sept in the next day or so, I was already planning on going, but this makes it urgent."
Tyrion looked at him curiously, "Okay, I'll bite, why were you planning on going to talk to the Septon? You weren't planning on telling him about what happened, were you?"
Robert shook his head, "Not a chance in the Seven Hells! No, I wanted to talk to him about my plan to have the girls teaching children in their area to read, write and figure. I was going to find a younger Septa who could help them with other areas that children would need to learn. The idea just popped into my head this morning, and the girls are willing. What I'm thinking is that I'm going to need to be visible in supporting this, so the word gets out that I'm working to help the smallfolk. That should help let a little of the pressure out, and seeing that the Faith is acting, or at least trying to act to tend their flocks will do the same thing."
Tyrion grinned and nodded, "Nice idea, and getting the High Septon to provide a Septa will keep the complaints from other members of the Faith quiet. But what about the King and Queen? I'm sure that they'll have something to say about you being out among the people."
Robert frowned, "I doubt that father will much care what I do, as long as it doesn't cause a scandal. Mother, well, that's a different situation. I think she'll try to stop me, or at least control where I go, but I don't know how far she will push things, since, to be blunt, in father's view, she's served her purpose in having the Heir to the Iron Throne, and there are two spares as well. Although I shudder to imagine Joffrey on the Throne!"
Tyrion grimaced at that, and the two of them spoke for a while longer about the approach to the High Septon before parting. Robert had done his best to hide it, but when the conversation had turned to his mother, he was hit by images of forcing the woman to strip naked and kneel before him, using her mouth to pleasure him before he took her cunt and ass! And why did he picture her bound to the foot of his bed as he used his belt on her? He'd never even considered his mother as a sexual person, and the Seven frowned on incest. If this truly was the Mother, why would she want him to use the Queen like that?
Yawning suddenly, he shook his head, the short night was getting to him, he needed a quick nap.
Heading back to his quarters, he stripped as he shut the door behind him, his mind still full of images of Cersei on her knees in front of him. With a groan, he sat on the edge of his bed and gripped his throbbing erection, letting the images flow in front of him, the funeral of his father, confronting her and ripping the crown from her head, breaking it on the floor. Cutting the queen's dress from her body and discovering she wasn't wearing any small-clothes under it, and that she had shaved the hair from her cunt.
As he pushed her to her knees and opened his breeches, he looked into her eyes and instead of fear or anger, all he saw was lust and excitement. Her mouth was open for him, and just as he was pressing between her lips, his balls boiled over, and he erupted all over his hands. He kept stroking his cock until his balls were empty, and then wiped himself clean on a rag. "Okay, that was definitely not coming from me," he muttered, "I just hope we can figure it out soon. Before I lose control in the wrong place and actually act on it."
Stretching out on his bed, he soon fell into a restless slumber.
TGOTMG & TGOTHMG & TGOTHMG
Cersei was beyond disturbed at her actions as she backed away from the portrait over her son's bed. She had been looking for him to discuss his departure from the Keep the night before, but when he entered his chambers, instead of knocking on his door, she slipped into a hidden passage to she could spy on him. And when she watched him stroking himself? She felt a nearly overpowering urge to open the panel and walk in so she could take him in her mouth. It didn't matter that he was her son, or that she hadn't knelt down for anyone since leaving Casterly Rock, her body wanted him, however he wanted to have her!
She had been so focused on watching him, that she didn't even notice pulling up her dress and shoving her hand into her small-clothes. It wasn't until her fingers pushed into her pussy that she realized what she was doing, and by then it was too late. She was pumping three fingers inside her and her thumb pressing on her button, sending her reeling back from the force of her climax. It was fortunate that she had managed to keep quiet or Robert would have known she was there, and she didn't know if she could stop herself if he desired her.
Cersei leaned against the wall in a daze, absently licking her juices from her fingers as she tried to understand what was happening to her. A large part of her hated what was going on, but she couldn't deny that there was a part of her that was eager to give herself to her son, and that part was growing larger.
It took several minutes for her to get control of herself, and she made sure there was no sign of her actions when she took the side passage back to her private rooms. She called for her serving girl to prepare a cool bath, she needed to think!
When the girl arrived, she shocked herself by actually using her fingers to pleasure the girl, which she had never done before, not with a servant anyway, she'd always been willing to do what was necessary to get what she wanted when she was younger, after all.
It shocked the girl as well, but the servant still managed to use her mouth and fingers well enough that the Queen was finally satisfied. Still naked, Cersei lay back on her bed, her eyes closed as she thought. As she was thinking, one of her hands drifted between her legs and the other fondled her breasts, almost of their own accord. It was only when the orgasm hit her that Cersei realized what she was doing, and for almost the first time in her life felt a moment of absolute terror, before the waves of pleasure crashed over her and her world went black!
TGOTMG & TGOTHMG & TGOTHMG
The Street of Silk
Petyr Baelish was not a happy man at the moment, even though he did his best to present a calm demeanor. Two of his whores had vanished, along with their personal items, and nobody knew where they had gone! Mheagan was no big loss, and not having the daughter there would be beneficial, but she did bring in the coin, and he was annoyed at the loss of income.
No, it was the loss of Ros that was irritating him more. She was a favorite of the poison dwarf, and while it was no secret that Tywin and the Queen had no use for the man, he was still the Queen's brother, and keeping him sweet could be useful for his plans.
And to make things worse, it was Tyrion Lannister that was the client who bought Ros before she disappeared. Nobody had any idea who had bought Mheagan, but a couple of the girls thought he had come in with the dwarf. That meant if he found Ros, he would find Mheagan as well, but the fact that the dwarf was involved was a complication.
Ordinarily he would just have the girls brought back and raped by some of the guards, but if the Red Keep was involved, that would bring more trouble than the whores were worth. He would just have to find the time to speak to the dwarf in the next few days. He would get the whores back, or the money to buy them, Petyr didn't really care which.
After all, if he didn't get satisfaction, he had more than enough of the Tears of Lys to add to the dwarf's mug and still have enough to give Lysa. If Jon Arryn lived a few months longer than he had originally planned, it didn't really matter, did it?
It would also give him time to discover who the man who took Mheagan was, Tyrion may be under the Queen's dubious protection, but he doubted the unknown man was, and there were always dogs in the alleys who would enjoy some fresh meat.
TGOTMG & TGOTHMG & TGOTHMG
Tyrion was waiting at the door to the Keep when young Robert showed up, and his appearance was enough to wonder if the boy was ill? He was looking pale, and there was a look in Robert's eyes that was almost... haunted? What in the Seven Hells was going on?
Making a decision, he walked toward his nephew and said, "I think you need to sit down for a few minutes, Your Grace, you aren't looking well."
Robert looked at him and nodded, following Tyrion to the room that had used earlier. Tyrion flagged down one of servants and had the man bring two mugs of ale to them.
When Robert was seated, Tyrion pressed the mug into the younger man's hand, and he drank unconsciously, staring into the distance.
"What's happened Robert? You look like you've seen the terrors of hell itself."
Robert gave a bitter laugh, "That would almost be preferable to what I'm seeing. After what happened this morning, and when we were talking, I'm starting to wonder if this is actually one of the Seven-In-One's work! It started at breakfast this morning..."
By the time Robert had finished, Tyrion had drained his own mug and wished he had something stronger! There was no doubt that was his nephew was seeing was coming from outside him, but why? He could understand that removing his sister from a position of power would be helpful, but to treat her like an alley whore? That didn't make any sense at all, especially since, in what Robert was seeing, his sister was getting pleasure out of her treatment, which was out of character for the woman. He may despise Cersei, but Tyrion knew her well enough to know she would never willingly submit to anyone!
It was so damned frustrating, not understanding what was happening. He hated trying to feel his way through things without any form of guidance... Oh! I'm an idiot!
Shaking his head with a laugh, he looked up at Robert, who was staring at him as if he'd lost his mind. "Sorry Robert, I just realized I was overthinking things. There is an obvious way to try and understand what is happening. You have a family altar to the Seven here in the Keep, don't you? Just go down there and pray for an answer! I know I'm not exactly the most devout, and neither are you, but if the Mother has chosen you, don't you think she would respond to your prayers?"
Robert actually looked relieved, his eyes were clear and alert, and color was returning to his face. With a smile, he stood, "Thank you Uncle, I was really worried about those visions, but now I have a plan of action. I'll see you at dinner."
The young man was much steadier on his feet as he left, and Tyrion hoped that he found out something that they could use. But right now he could use another mug of ale.
End Chapter Four