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The Dread Lord of Essos
Chapter 47
Myrcella bit down on the expensive, silk bedsheets that her cousin provided. After living in his city, she developed certain tastes, and she absolutely refused to go back to doing without. His luxurious bedsheets were just one of several dozen things that made her list. One of the reasons for this was that she loved the way they felt against her naked skin. Now that her nipples were rubbing back and forth over the soft, cool material, she was quite happy that she demanded they be in her and Dany's rooms. The sensation of her hard nipples being dragged across the sheets was almost enough to make her cum. Of course, when Harold's mouth touched her upturned pussy, she actually did cum. She came right on his tongue as he tickled her clit and licked her damp slit. Beside her, Dany was giggling at her expense.
She had no sexual experience beyond what little that Dany and she had done together, and while Dany's tongue felt good between her legs, it didn't compare to having a man moving her body around and taking what he wanted from her. As if to prove this, her cousin forced her knees apart, spreading her out even further. Her pussy felt completely exposed, and she was certain that it was. She could feel her soft, taut lips being forced open as her body was spread. Myrcella could imagine that he was now staring at the pink within. Pink and pure was what she was, and she blushed at the thought. When she felt him place his lips around her clit and suck, Myrcella hid her face in the sheets and squealed loudly.
Dany couldn't help but giggle at her friend. Even so, she lovingly stroked her naked back with her hand as Harold buried his face in her backside and started sucking. The sights, the sounds, and even the strong scent of sex had Dany's pussy throbbing with need. Her clit was swollen and needy, and her nipples were hard and puffy. As one hand rubbed Myrcella's back, Dany move the other between her own legs, and she gently began stroking her wet slit. Her eyes fluttered as her fingers slipped between her lips, and the movement of her fingers became harder and more desperate. Dipping her fingers inside of her, Dany pulled them out and found them coated in wetness. Placing them in her mouth, she sucked them clean. Just then, Myrcella was flipped over onto her back. Dany watched as Harold looked her younger friend over. Myrcella squirmed and her body wiggled as he looked at her small but perky tits. Dany had never seen her nipples so hard. The tips were crinkled and were poking far out from her light pink areolas. Even as she squirmed, she didn't try to hide herself, which had been one of the lessons that Cersei had bestowed upon them. As much as Dany had disliked the woman, when it came to sex and seduction, she knew what she was talking about. Both girls had taken her lessons to heart.
As they were taught, Myrcella kept her body open for him. Whatever he wanted, she was to offer. Her smooth, beautiful legs were spread open, and her naked pussy was there to be taken. Dany loved how healthy and exquisite her skin was. There wasn't a single blemish on Myrcella's sexy legs, or any other part of her body. Dany wished that she could claim the same, and while there weren't any major scars or blemishes, there were marks that she had accumulated back when she had, on occasion, accidentally angered her brother. He never went too far, of course, since she was to be sold into marriage. Dany felt a momentary ping of regret that her brother could not be there today. However, she told herself that he wasn't a nice person and that she found someone a thousand times better to take care of her. Dany looked at Harold, and her heart fluttered. He would give her anything that she desired. Dany would offer nothing less. Whatever he wanted from her, she would provide it to him. Unable to stop herself, she crawled up to him and leaned in. Capturing his lips, she moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced together. Her pussy tingled and burned with need. Below him, Myrcella squirmed and whined. Her pussy was glistening with wetness, and Dany could see that she was ready to be taken. She move around behind him and rested her bare chest against his back. Her hands caressed every inch of bare flesh that she could reach while he worked on Myrcella's young, nude body.
Instead of taking her, Harold was gently caressing the insides of Myrcella's thighs, his hands slowly sliding up and down the expanse of incredibly smooth skin. Myrcella bit her lower lip which made her look very cute, Dany had thought. Dany could see a large drop of arousal form on Myrcella's pussy lips before it dripped down and disappeared between her cheeks. Resting her chin on Harold's shoulder, Dany reached down and wrapped her small hand around his large cock. It always amazed her how her hand didn't come close to fitting around his shaft. Still, she squeezed his base and began tugging on his cock. It wasn't long before he was moaning under her tender ministrations.
Myrcella squealed as her body was suddenly lifted up. She found herself straddling his lap as he sat on the bed. Being face-to-face with Dany who was pressed against his back, she couldn't stop herself from blushing as her lower half moved around, desperately trying to pleasure herself against his erection. She was then lifted up, and the head of his shaft was placed at her opening. Slowly, Harold lowered her. Myrcella gasped and shuddered as her tight hole was stretched wide enough to fit his massive girth. She felt him enter her, and her walls tightened themselves around him, hugging his cock tightly. Deeper and deeper he sank, finally hitting her g-spot and causing her to cum on a cock for the first time. He moaned deeply, and Myrcella felt a wave of satisfaction. He enjoyed being inside of her, she thought happily. Remembering what her mother had taught her, she squeezed her inner muscles and lifted up before dropping down. A loud, wet squelch emanated from her soaking wet cunt as she sank down on him. When the head of his cock hit her cervix, Myrcella cried out.
She felt his hands cup her ass and squeeze. Myrcella was breathing heavily from being penetrated in such. Up until then, the most she had been penetrated was when Dany had gotten carried away and accidentally broke her maidenhead. Myrcella had initially been upset, thinking that her first time had been spoiled. She had, after all, wanted to gift it to her cousin, but Dany made her see that she was being silly. She promised that Harold didn't care about such things, and that he would enjoy her first offering just as much with or without a maidenhead. In fact, Dany had promised that he would like it even more since he wouldn't have to go slow and take his time. Her promise turned out to be true, she thought as he lifted her up by her tight ass until only the head was inside of her. He dropped her back down, and Myrcella arched her back and cried out as her g-spot was stimulated once again. Her walls were squeezing his cock and fluttering against the sides of his shaft. She was lifted up and dropped again, filling the room with the sound of a wet pussy being fucked. She was definitely wet, she thought. Her pussy was burning hot and completely soaked. When he hit a deep spot, Myrcella closed her eyes and lightly bit down on his shoulder as she squeaked in pleasure. When she opened her eyes, Dany's face was right there wearing an annoying smirk. She wanted to glare at her friend, but the pleasure was just too much. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she started milking his cock. When her body started bucking, Myrcella nearly passed out from having her g-spot pounded.
When she came too, she found herself on her back with Dany straddling her body. Their nipples were touching, sending sparks of pleasure racing up and down her spine. She opened her mouth to moan or say something, she wasn't sure which, but instead, Dany kissed her deeply and stuck her tongue in her mouth. Myrcella could feel Dany's body being jerked forward, and from the way she was moaning into her mouth, she guessed that Harold was fucking her from behind. Dany broke the kiss and squealed loudly, looking over her shoulder with wild eyes. Harold smirked and slapped her wide ass, making her flesh ripple. Myrcella never expected for him to pull out of Dany and stick it back into her pussy, but when his fat cock parted her lips and stretched her hole once again, Myrcella cried out in bliss. Almost immediately, her pussy clamped down on him and began massaging his thrusting cock. Before she could pass out again, Harold switched again and started fucking Dany. This gave her just enough time to calm down so that she didn't fall unconscious. Of course, he then switched back to her, and just like that, she was cumming all over his cock.
Somehow, Myrcella eventually found herself with Dany's pussy hovering right above her face. Dany was on her hands and knees getting fucked like a whore. Myrcella wasn't going to lie, she wished that it was her in that position right then, but sadly, her pussy was too sensitive from orgasming so much. On her back looking up, she had the perfect view of Dany's bald pussy being penetrated faster and harder than she had ever imagined. The scent was overpowering, and the sounds were incredibly perverse, even when they were almost drowned out by Dany's whorish cries and moans. Myrcella gasped when she realized just how big Harold was. Dany's tiny pussy looked even smaller when compared to his massive thrusting cock. Her pussy was stretched beyond what she thought was possible by the human body, and every time he thrust forward, Myrcella imagined his cock reaching past her belly button. When he pulled back, his arousal-slickened shaft was smeared with white girl-cum. She even saw him pull all the way out, rub his wet cock against Dany's hard clit, and shove it back in all the while Dany was screaming and cumming around him. Fat drops of pussy juice dripped down from Dany's stuffed cunt and landed with a splat on her face. Within minutes, her cheeks, chin, lips, and neck were completely drenched in Dany's drippings.
Dany begged him to stop and give her a moment of rest, and then she would turn right around and beg him to keep fucking her. Harry, however, had no intention of stopping until he had had his fill. Myrcella watched as he pulled out and a torrent of pussy juice squirted from Dany's cumming pussy, drenching her mouth and face. Myrcella squealed and turned her head as a jet of ejaculate hit her in the back of the throat. She was coughing and sputtering while Dany's contracting pussy was being stuffed full once again. Just then, Dany was pushed away and replaced by Myrcella. The young princess gasped as her body was folded in half. Her feet were pushed above her head, exposing her naked slit to him. As soon as he entered her again, Myrcella's pussy started cumming. Like a brute, he jackhammered into her orgasming cunt over and over, making the poor girl scream in pleasure. Her vision was going white, and just before she finally passed out for the night, she felt a thick load of warm cum fill her fluttering pussy. As her eyes closed, Myrcella decided that at that moment, she didn't want to be anywhere else but in his bed.
The Dread Lord of Essos
"Leave them on the bed and get out!" Cersei snarled at the young girls who arrived in her room to drop off her freshly laundered dresses. The girls didn't verbally respond in any way. They simply curtsied and quickly left the room. When the door shut with an audible click, Cersei walked over to the bed and picked up the first dress from the pile.
She remembered this dress perfectly. She had gotten it made only months before her trip to Essos. This was before her nephew had come back into her life. She had been having a particularly bad day. She woke up with a headache and almost immediately stubbed her toe as she clumsily got out of bed. At breakfast, she was informed that the kitchens had run out of the tangy lemon spread that she heavily smeared on her toast almost every day. Then, of course, she had to deal with one of Joffrey's tantrums. By midday, she had had enough. She called in her private tailor and had this dress made. Cersei held it up near the window. The sunlight shined in and illuminated the red velvet. Immediately, her eyes zeroed in on a spot in the front where the velvet had worn away. The snow white trimming was discolored so much that it was now more of an eggshell color. Disgusted, she tossed it on the floor before picking up the next dress.
This one was a green dress that she used to receive so many compliments on. It used to fit her figure so snugly and perfectly, she thought morosely. She remembered feeling very sexy when wearing this dress. Now the stitching was coming loose in some parts, making it seem baggy and ill-fitting. She flung it aside and picked up another. Stained … It joined the others. Grabbing another, she saw that the hem was completely stained brown from being dragged across the dirty floor. She let out an angry wail and pulled her hands apart, tearing the dress right down one of the loose seams. She threw the ruined dress across the room where it piled against the wall. Cersei stood there breathing heavily until finally, she was able to get her temper under control. Walking over to her trunk, she ran her soft fingers over the silky-smooth blackwood. The trunk had been just one of several hundred luxury items that she had specially made while back in Seven Swords. The wood was dark and soft to the touch. The hardware was made out of pure silver, and the material making up the inner lining was the finest silk anyone had ever seen. She opened the large trunk and gently lifted out one of her dresses.
A beautiful, white dress hung before her. The silk was flawless, and there was not a stain to be found. She remembered this dress fondly. She had it made in the King's Garden. Just thinking about that area of the city brought back some very good memories. Only the most wealthy and affluent members of Essosi society were even allowed to set foot on that perfect street. 'And I was Queen of it all,' she told herself. Oh, how she missed the way the shop owners treated her. She was, after all, not only the King's aunt but his lover as well. As such, she was treated better than royalty. She had been treated like a goddess. Whatever she wanted was hers, no matter the price. Of course, she never saw the bills. They were sent directly to the royal treasury to be paid. She had heard rumors that some of the shopkeepers had actually fought over the right to serve her. Actual fist fights, she thought with great pleasure.
There were so many things that she missed. One thing that she especially missed was the food. Cersei actually smiled as she stood there, thinking back to when she would spend the whole morning shopping before sitting at what her nephew called a "cafe". The little shop had tables situated outside where she could eat a lovely, little meal while feeling the cool, salty breeze caressing her skin and making her long, golden locks flutter. The wealthy wives and mistresses of the elite Essosi merchants would walk by with their helpers carrying wrapped packages and just stare at her. Cersei would smirk, knowing that even with all that they had, they still wished that they were her.
When the little, white dress had finally been delivered to her, she tried it on. It was styled like most dresses that were made in the city. It was luxurious but very sensual and revealing. Her breasts popped out of the top, and the bottom featured dual slits that exposed every inch of her long, smooth legs. When she had tried it on and showed her nephew, he threw her over his shoulder and carried her to bed. She didn't leave the bed for the rest of the day. Cersei's cheeks suddenly felt hot when she remembered how many orgasms she had that day. She dropped the dress back into the trunk and closed it. The dress was of no use here, she thought. The one time she wore a dress that she had brought back from the White City, her father had taken one look at her and slapped her across the face.
"Go change that dress!" he hissed in anger. "I will not have my daughter prancing around like some diseased whore!" His eyes had burned with rage. Cersei had wanted nothing better than to tell him to go fuck himself, but in the end, she thought better of it. Cersei sat down on the top of her trunk and placed her head in her hands. She groaned while massaging her eyes with the heels of her hands. When she decided to come back to King's Landing, she never thought that this was how it would end up.
In her mind, she saw herself being the true power behind the crown. Her son, Tommen, would be the rightful King, but in the shadows, Cersei would rule. Using all the insights that she gained from living in such a successful city, Cersei planned to turn King's Landing into a city that her family could be proud of. Seven Swords was the White Pearl of Essos, and King's Landing would be the Golden Paradise. All would praise her just as the people praised her nephew. Sadly, things hadn't yet turned out that way. What she didn't count on was her father butting in and taking control of the Crownlands. The old man was constantly hovering around Tommen, making sure that his opinions were the only ones heard. Any time she got close, he would shoot her a small sneer and send her off to do "women's things". That phrase instantly raised her hackles. He thought her some stupid woman that offered nothing beyond her looks. It did bring a smile to her face when she saw the condition in which the city was. In short, the city was a festering shithole. If not for the food that her nephew was constantly supplying them with, the whole damn city would have starved. It made her happy knowing that all the blame was landing where it belonged … square in the lap of her father. The city was under siege, and very little was coming in or going out. The first things to run out were the luxuries. Cersei's days of having custom dresses made were over, at least for the time being. Bolts of silks, satins, and velvets were no longer being sent. King's Landing was now only receiving the bare minimum, and almost all of that was coming from Harold.
While the smallfolk didn't appear to be on the verge of rebelling, there was a very thick tension hanging in the air. That, however, may very well change in the coming weeks or months, she thought. Not long ago, the first snow of winter had arrived. Soon, the peasants would be getting sick from a lack of medicines and firewood to keep themselves warm. No doubt the sicknesses and diseases would quickly spread through the densely packed slums, and it wouldn't take much to set off their bubbling tempers.
Cersei wanted nothing to do with any of this. If she couldn't be the power behind the crown, then why was she even here? Tommen certainly didn't need her. The young King seemed to enjoy learning at the hand of her father. Cersei took this as a slap in the face. Did the boy not know how much she had given up for him? Even having Jaime at her side again didn't quell her foul moods. As much as she disliked saying it, Jaime couldn't hold a candle to his son. Every night Cersei closed her eyes and wished that she was back home in that beautiful, sparkling white castle that burned red during those seaside sunsets. She wished that she was walking through King's Garden again, ordering the latest fashions while sniffing snootily at the passersby. She especially wished that she was back in Harold's bed, moaning his name as he plunged deeper and deeper into her body, making her scream in rapture.
It annoyed her when she realized that Myrcella may have taken her place. She could imagine her beautiful daughter walking around the city in her revealing dresses, showing off her young, taut body. She could imagine all the men's eyes feasting on her form just as they had done with her when she was still there. Myrcella would have no one there to guide her or continue teaching her. She hadn't even heard from her daughter since her return to King's Landing.
Cersei suddenly stood up with a manic expression across her pretty face. There was a look of greed and determination in her lovely, green eyes.
'Why sit here and wish for it when I can make it happen? I'm nothing if not clever and resourceful,' she told herself. She had to be careful though. Cersei had a feeling that her father was attempting to marry her off for political and military assistance. 'He has another thing coming,' she thought. It would take careful planning because if he found out, he would put an immediate stop to it. Thankfully, she was a brilliant strategist and would come up with a foolproof plan that had no chance of going wrong. With a newfound vigor and zest for life, she smiled and got to work.