Cersei sat in her chamber fuming in silence. She poured a fourth glass of wine, as her mind wandered. 'How can he treat me this way?' She said under her breath. 'After all I've done for him.' Cersei believed her days of being sold like a stinking stable horse were over. How she felt like the fool. I should've known Father would pull something like this. First he gives me away to a lustful drunk, and now he feels fit to give my hand to a damn cripple. A Tyrell cripple at that. She bit her lip in fury. 'I won't do it, you hear me. I won't...' She turned, facing the boy tied on her bed.

Loui was a trusted envoy for the Queen. He would come to her chambers every morning to deliver or receive messages. And that was the extent of their relationship. Until recently, when the boy arrived only to find his Queen drunk, and to his surprise, highly flirtatious. He hadn't the clue what to do in such an uncomfortable situation, despite his boner giving him a few suggestions. But, still having enough sense to think reasonably, he asked, if she did not have need his service today, he will get out of her hair and take care of his other duties.

Cersei was amused by his woeful attempt to escape. Of course I do, boy. Your service is greatly needed. Cersei had him gagged, blind folded, and tied from shoulders down. His arms were bound behind his back, while his legs were folded so his knees were pressed against his chest. She had him faced down against the mattress, while his ass was stretched high into the air.

Cersei walked over, softly trailing her hand over his right butt cheek. 'Men tend to underestimate me because I'm a woman. Only those who have spent a night in my chambers no well to fear me. Isn't that right, boy?' She slapped his ass cheek hard.. The boy made a whimpering grunt.

Cersei loved his whimpering, few things gave her joy like the sound of a lover in pain. 'Forgive me, I'm in a foul mood tonight. And sadly, I need someone to release my wrath upon.' Loui could hear noises behind him, noises he could only presume was his undoing. He felt her hand softly caressing his back. 'So please, put on a brave face, and endure as long as you can.' He felt something cold and hard press against his asshole. Now he knew her intentions, clear as day.

It was her favorite toy she had strapped to her hips. It made her feel powerful and dominant. She thought to herself, this is how men must feel everyday. 'I intend to break you in tonight. You hear me? There will be no respite. I will not stop until I've had my fill.'

Loui swallowed hard. Bracing himself for the torment. Cersei thrusted slowly, letting the boy feel every inch of her cock. He breathed deeply, with every plunge he took in another breath. 'What a brave boy you are.' She mocked. 'I'm glad to see you are trying your best.' Cersei then thrusted with all her strength behind it. Making Loui yelp like a well trained bitch. 'It will make breaking you ever more satisfying.' The Queen then began pumping him, again and again. His asshole stretching from every thrust. First he gave off simple grunts. However those grunts would eventually turn to whimpers. Couple hours in, he started crying, begging for a reprieve. But by the fifth hour, his despair turned to lust. And the Queen had in mind to reward him for such exquisite services.

The next day, Cersei found herself climbing the Tower of the Hand. Determined to stand up to Tywin, and his devilish scheme. Atleast, she had felt determined when she left her chambers. Now, she felt sick to her stomach. Was she really about to go against her Father. Tywin Lannister, a man who would, and could make your life a living hell, even Family. No one knew that better than his own children. All three of them have felt his wrath in some form or another.

Cersei shook the possible punishments out of her head. She couldn't think of that. I am a Lannister. She told herself. I am just as cunning and just as dangerous as he is. For I am his daughter.

She finally reached the top where two Gold Cloaks stood guard. They held themselves ever dutiful despite the Queen regent standing before them. Cersei scowled. 'Step aside, I've come to see my Father.'

'Lord Tywin is in an important meeting at the moment. He has asked that no one bother him.' One of the Guards held his head high, as high as his neck could provide.

'If it's such an important meeting, I believe the Queen Regent should be present for it.'

'I don't believe your Father would agree with you on that. Regardless, we have orders not to allow anyone in. Not even you, your Grace.'

Cersei was beginning to lose her patience. If they think I'm about to climb back down those ridiculous steps without seeing my Father, they have another thing coming. 'Step aside or I'll have your heads decorating the Castle walls.'

'Your Grace, please don't make this difficu…..'

The two doors behind them opened slightly, leaving a slim space between them. Within it, a slim Girl slid through. Cersei was not surprised, she had known of her Father's less admirable hobbies since she was young.

The girl was small, slim, and had the skin tone of one who came from Dorne. She looked like she'd been ravaged. Holding her loose dress up over her bosoms, one strap loose down her arm. Cersei knew her as one of the handmaidens. Mel, always such a good girl. The girl took notice of her Queen, bowing hesitantly before racing down the steps.

Tywin had always been known as a stern man, no weaknesses, never indulged himself in temptations. Even his son's saw him as so. Cersei knew better though, every man was the same, even the proudest ones.

She finally turned back to the Guards. 'Perhaps my Father didn't have need of me after all.' The two bowed their heads slightly. 'Now step aside.' They did as she bid, before she strolled in.

The Queen found her Father at a table, ever working diligently. 'What is it, Cersei?' He said without looking up from his papers.

'We need to talk.'

'About…'

'My betrothal.'

'We have already been through this. Willas Tyrell is a good match, it will bring strong unity between our houses.'

'Margery marrying my boy isn't enough?' Tywin finally looked up at her. 'We're allowing one of their most valuable flowers to become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. And you're telling me we need stronger unity.' She shook her head. 'No, this isn't about them, it's about me. You want me out of King's Landing, away from my own children.'

Tywin stared at her, unamused. 'You are a poor role model.' He said blatant, without remorse. 'Unfortunately, I won't be around forever, and I need the future of our House to be secure. That means teaching Joffrey and Tommen how to rule, how to insure our house's survival. You being here hinders that.

'How dare you.' Her voice turned sharp. 'I am their Mother. Their place is with me, not their callous Grandfather.'

"CALLOUS." Tywin then stood over her. 'You have no idea what callous is. All I have ever done is try to give my children the rank and prestige that their names deserve. I made you a Queen. And what have you done with that title? Caused a war. Put our family in jeopardy. Allowing people to create disgusting rumors about you and your brother. And yet, even after all your blunders, who was it that pulled you out of that fire, saved you from Stannis' horde.'

"Saved." Cersei's eyes widened. 'They had already broken me in before your "heroic" army even reached the walls.' Cersei paused, simmering on her next words. 'Ever since I was a child, I knew I could never come to harm as long as you were around. I knew my proud Father would always protect me, no matter what.' Her face grew dark. 'Instead, when my children and I needed you most, what did you do? You left us in the hands of that horrible Imp. How could you?' Tywin said nothing, only stood there with his all too familiar scowl. 'That's what I thought. That night, something broke inside me. Turned me dirty, fowl. However, I was also enlightened. I know now, you are not the man you say you are. You had us believe you were some force of nature, no one could match you. Now I see you are nothing but an old man, past his prime. I will never rely on you again.'

'I've heard enough of this.' Tywin moved towards the door. 'If you are done with your tantrum, I have important work to do.'

'You won't win this one.' Cersei said defiantly. What's taking so long?

'And why is that?'

'Because you underestimate me. That's one of your rules, isn't it? Never underestimate an enemy?'

Tywin sighed. 'You are many things Cersei, but you are not as clever as you think you are.' Tywin turned towards the door. 'Now, if you don't mind, I'm very bus…..' Tywin paused, his hand still reaching out for the door. He looked around, finding the room turning away from him. Am I drunk? He thought. After one glass of wine? The room began turning faster and faster. He bent over, reaching for anything to brace him.

'Father, you look terrible.' Cersei said in a shocking tone. 'Come, take hold of me.' Cersei took his arm around her, leading him to the bed. Tywin was put on his back.

'Whut did…you duuuu….?'

'Don't worry father, I'll grab the Maester.' Tywin stared at her accusingly before finally losing consciousness.

Tywin opened his eyes, drowsy and confused. Where am I? The world around him was shapeless. Constantly changing. One moment It would almost look recognizable, before shifting once again into an unsensible mirage. However, one image was clear and steady to him. A woman in front of him. A woman? I'm with a woman. She was naked, blonde, and very beautiful. Tywin couldn't shake the feeling that he knew her. Even felt confident to say he loved her. Joanna? Is that really you?

His wife was on top of him. Taking in his hard, erect cock. She moaned loudly as she mounted him. Her large breast bounced wildly. Tywin place his hands on her hips, encouraging her to fuck him harder. 'I've missed you terribly, Joanna. I've missed your soft lips, your emerald eyes, your beautiful breasts.' He said, sticking a nipple in his mouth.

Joanna moaned. 'I've missed you, my love. I've missed this hard cock.' She held his head against her bosom, thrusting her pelvis against him. Her vagina held tight to his cock, refusing to let go. Like a succubus, the woman sucked him dry. No matter how many times he came, she kept pumping him for more. 'My strong Lion knows how to satisfy his woman.' She said with ecstasy.

'That's right. You're my woman. Everything in this kingdom is mine. Including your tight cunt.' Tywin became more aggressive, dominant, and savage. He felt like a young man again.

He threw the woman on her stomach, pulling her ass against his cock. Slowly he slid his penis along her ass crack.

'Mmmmmmm, oh my love, don't tease me.' Joanna looked back at him with lustful eyes.

Tywin couldn't help himself any longer. He took hold of the women's large ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. Revealing her tight asshole. Joanna licked her lips in anticipation. Tywin forced the tip of his cock inside. The distinct moans of pain and pleasure came out of her mouth. It made Tywin even harder. She's so beautiful, so lustful, so vulnerable. He wanted nothing more than to break her in. Have all night with her, and then leave her in a wet puddle of her own making.

Joanna's head was pushed against the mattress, while her ass was continually pummeled by his cock. The pain was unbearable, she screamed as his cock hit her cervix. Tywin enjoyed every minute of it. He loved the sound of pain and submission. He reached over her, clasping a hand around her neck, pulling her close. Her eyes were rolled back, her tongue hanging out. What a filthy whore. Tywin thought, still vigorous, erect, and wrathful. You're about to witness the full might of House Lannister.

Tywin opened his eyes, finding the light of early noon piercing through the windows. How could I have slept so late? He tried sitting up, only to suffer a sharp pain to his temples. Gods, how much did I drink? He thought back, only to be flooded with memories of passionate lovemaking. Joanna… He sighed. A dream is all it was.

Tywin heard the soft breathing of someone behind him. He turned over, only to find his worst nightmare had become reality. Lying beside him was none other than his daughter Cersei. She was naked, slick with sweat and god knows what other fluids. Oh God, no. Tywin was not one to feel guilt. But he was feeling it now, without a doubt, he never hated himself more. He looked at every part of her, seeing the extent of what he did to her. Her nipples, bruised, and tender. Her ass, still raw with abuse. Her vagina and butthole, still leaking semen.

Cersei opened her eye's, finding her guilt ridden Father staring at her. It took all her willpower to keep herself from smiling. 'Father, how could you?' Cersei had never seen her Fathers face with such fear.

'I….I…uh…'

'You've ruined me.' She said, grief in her voice. 'Took me by force and pumped your seed into me.'

Tywin shook his head. 'I didn't….I couldn't have…'

Cersei's face was one of a child that had been hurt and abused. But inside, there was nothing but glee and satisfaction. 'It wasn't enough that you would ship me off away from my children. You had to ridicule me, take away any pride I had left.' Her face turned to anger. 'You can't help yourself, can you? Everyone must submit under you. Even your own family.'

It was too much for Tywin. He lunged out of bed. Putting on his attire quickly and half haphazardly. Without a word, he raced out of the room.

Only then did Cersei allow herself to smile. A wide wicked grin. She sighed lazily, stretching her arms over her head. Her large breasts, still glistening from her Father's semen. That should do it.