Cersei's eyes fluttered open to the soft light of dawn creeping through the thick velvet curtains of her chamber. She took a deep, contented breath, feeling the coolness of the silk sheets against her skin. Her bed was a sea of white, the pillows plump and the scent of fresh lavender lingering in the air, fitting enough for a royal. The morning was calm, a stark contrast to the tumultuous dreams that had swept through her slumber.

As she lay there, a warm body stirred beside her. She turned her head slightly to see Robert, the King of the Seven Kingdoms, sprawled out naked, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm with his deep breaths. He was utterly relaxed, the lines of tension that often creased his forehead during the day smoothing out in sleep. The sheets had twisted around his lower body, leaving his muscular thighs and part of his cock exposed.

Cersei felt a spark of desire kindle within her, the sight of his naked form never failed to arouse her. She was surely addicted to his meat, she grudgingly grumble inwardly.

A smirk danced across her lips as she playfully and mentally cursed the brute of her husband. He had the gall to invade her bed and her dreams, leaving her feeling both violated and oddly satisfied. The man was a pig, a barbarian who took what he wanted without a second thought. Yet, she couldn't deny the power he wielded over her, not just as a king but as a lover. She felt her own thighs clench together at the thought of his rough hands on her body, his hot breath against her neck.

The past days had been a blur of passion and politics. Being a Queen was a big duty on itself. However, being Robert Baratheon's wife was harder. He had taken her in every conceivable way, pushing her to the brink of pleasure and then debauchery. The gentle caresses of their first night together had given way to something more primal, more demanding. He had then claimed her in the royal gardens, the scent of the blooming roses mixing with their sweat, the thorns of the bushes scratching their naked flesh. He had bent her over the grand dining table in the moonlit silence, the clinking of their abandoned goblets echoing through the room as he took her from behind. And then he had taken her in the throne room, the throne itself a testament to their union, his power and her submission. She still remembered impaling herself on him as he sat on the throne with a cocky smirk, while she dropped herself repeatedly on his cock. She had feared accidentally cutting herself, but he had insisted and she had obliged. She was sure though that it might have been their best fucking till now.

Jaime had always been refined, a lover who knew her body like a finely crafted instrument. Robert, on the other hand, was raw, unbridled passion. He didn't play the game of love with the same finesse, but his brute strength and insatiable hunger had a way of reaching places within her that Jaime had never touched. He was a beast in bed, but she found herself craving the beast's embrace more and more with each passing night.

As the days grew shorter and the nights longer, their encounters grew more frequent. It was as if the very fabric of the castle walls was woven with their desire, the air thick with it. They would stumble into her chamber, exhausted from the day's battles and intrigues, only to find solace in each other's arms. The moment his hands touched her, it was as if a switch had been flipped, igniting a fire that consumed them both. He would tear at her clothes, the fabric giving way with ease under his powerful grip, leaving her standing naked before him. His eyes would rake over her, hungry and full of need, and she would shiver with anticipation.

His cock, thick and hard, would slide into her welcoming heat, filling her completely. She had forgotten the times, he had spent himself inside her, the feel of his hot seed flooding her womb. It was a raw, primitive feeling that she had never experienced with Jaime. The kind of passion that left her trembling and breathless, a wildness that resonated deep within her soul.

Robert was not one for gentle love-making normally. Each thrust was a declaration of his dominance, his ownership of her body. Yet, amidst the fury of their coupling, there were moments of tenderness that took her by surprise. He would kiss her fiercely, his teeth grazing her bottom lip, before pulling back to whisper sweet nothings that made her heart race. It was as if he was trying to claim not just her body, but her very essence.

She was damn sure that she was going to get pregnant this moon or the other with the amount of seed he had spent inside her. She could still feel the vivid spurts inside her when he had spent himself inside her again.

The room was quiet, except for the faint sounds of their mingled breaths and the crackle of the dying embers in the hearth.

She saw him sleeping soundly and decided to wake him like usual. He loved when she did that and Cersei had simply accepted that the King of the Seven Kingdoms liked to be woken up in a specific way. Besides, it helped that being in his good graces meant that she was consolidating her power.

Her hand slid down the smooth fabric of the sheets, reaching for the warmth of his cock. It was already a little hard, a testament to his ever-ready nature. She wrapped her delicate fingers around his girth, feeling him stir beneath her touch.

Robert's eyes snapped open slowly, the light of the new day reflecting in their depths. He saw her, a wicked smile playing on her lips, and knew what she had in mind. He groaned slightly as she began to stroke him gently, feeling the blood rush to his groin. He liked it when she took the initiative.

"Good morrow, Your Grace," she purred seductively, her hand moving up and down his shaft with increasing pressure.

Robert's smile grew into a smoldering grin as he took in the sight of her. Her blonde hair spilled out across the pillows, and her green eyes darkened with desire. He reached out, his hand finding the soft curve of her hip. "And what brings such a sweet smile to your face this fine morning?"

Cersei's strokes grew more deliberate, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head of his cock now. "I was just thinking how lucky I am to have such a... energetic husband."

Robert's chuckle was low and gruff in the silence of the room. His eyes never leaving hers as he felt himself harden fully in her grasp. "Is that so?" He propped himself up on one elbow, the muscles in his arm flexing. "What are your plans for this 'energetic' husband?"

Cersei's smirk grew wider as she sat up, the sheet slipping away from her bare breasts. "Perhaps I could help you work off some of that energy before the day's battles begin." She leaned in, her breath warm against his skin as she took his earlobe between her teeth, giving it a gentle nip. "After all, a king must be at his peak to rule effectively."

Robert's hand tightened on her hip, pulling her closer. He could feel her warmth, her slickness, and the desire was a living thing between them. "Indeed," he murmured, his own hand moving to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. "And what better way to start the day than with a victory in the bedchamber?"

Cersei gasped softly, her body responding to his touch. She leaned into him, her hand never stopping its steady rhythm on his cock. "Then let the battles begin," she whispered, her eyes flashing with challenge.

With surprising agility for a man of his size, Robert rolled them over so that they were both lying side by side, heads at opposite ends of the bed. He pulled her leg over his, their bodies fitting together in a delicate dance of lust. With agility, that took her to awe. She was atop him. Her face near his cock and his beneath her cunt.

His mouth found her wetness, his tongue sliding along her folds as she moaned. The feeling of his cock against her cheek was intoxicating, and she opened her mouth, taking him in.

Robert called it 69 position. A name which she found quite humorous. Not that she complained. She could count the number on one hand when Jaime had tried to pleasure her. It wasn't much. But Robert quite liked pleasuring her. A fact that Cersei found strange for a man, but was quite happy to not protest about. She liked his tongue working on him afterall. It made the things even.

He slightly adjusted her body over his, aligning their heads so that her mouth hovered just above his cock and his just above her sex. With a grin that was half-lust and half-mischief, he silently urged her to continue her ministrations. She complied eagerly, her mouth closing around him, feeling his hardness pulse against her tongue.

He was big. Damn big than he had any right to. She couldn't count the number of times she cussed at the thick 8 and half inched monster. She really hated that cock which for damn was bigger than her two widest fingers stretched together. Heck, his cock was longer than her face when he lorded his meat over her face in his debauch manner.

He began to thrust into her mouth, setting a steady rhythm that matched the strokes of her hand. She felt his cock swell even more, the veins standing out against her palm. His taste was musky, a hint of salt and sweat, and she found it oddly thrilling.

Cersei had discovered that she quite liked choking on his cock. The submission turned her on.

His tongue delved into her, tasting her, exploring her with a hunger that was almost desperate. He licked and sucked, drawing moans from her that vibrated along his length. The sensation was overwhelming, and she felt herself growing wetter, her body preparing for him.

She took the head of his cock as she couldn't possibly take him all into her mouth. She licked the furiously red tip of his cock.

"Mmm," Robert murmured, his eyes half-closed in pleasure as he watched her. "You're a wicked little thing, aren't you?"

Cersei smirked around his cock. She turned around, her eyes flicking up to meet his gaze. She bobbed her head, taking more of him in, feeling the stretch of her jaw. He was thick, so thick she could feel her throat protest, but she was a Lannister and she was damned if she'd let him see her discomfort.

His hips bucked upward, pushing him deeper into her mouth. Cersei gagged slightly, her eyes watering, but she didn't stop. Instead, she swallowed around him, taking him even deeper, feeling the power in her own submission. It was a strange thrill, one she never thought she'd enjoy, but with Robert, it was all about power and control.

Robert's breath grew ragged, his hand moving from her hip to tangle in her hair. He held her there, his movements becoming more urgent as he felt the beginnings of his climax building. She knew he liked it rough, liked to feel like he was conquering her mouth, and she let him. It was a small price to pay for the intense pleasure that awaited her when he was fully aroused.

Her own arousal grew as she felt his tongue flick against her clit, the pressure building in a delicious crescendo. She tightened her grip on his cock, her strokes becoming more urgent as she felt her orgasm approaching.

His tongue flicked on her cunt once again.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned around his cock, the vibrations of her voice sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel her getting closer, her movements becoming more erratic, her hips jerking against his face. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing her sensitive flesh as he fought for his own release.

Cersei choked slightly on his meat.

"Fuck," Robert grunted, his hand tightening in her hair. "I'm going to cum."

The warning was all she needed. Cersei increased her suction, her cheeks hollowing as she took him as deep as she could. She felt his cock swell, the pulse of his impending release thrumming against her tongue.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the castle, Robert climaxed, filling her mouth with his hot, salty seed. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving the cock.

She was surprised by the amount of seed he shot. It never failed to amaze her. And to think that he shot these much copious amount in each time, he had sex.

Robert pulled away from her mouth qnd she let him. She was already panting heavily, his cock glistening with her saliva as she spat the big meat down. "Fuck, Cersei," he murmured, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. "You always know how to wake a man up properly."

Cersei sat up, taking her own sweet time to collect herself. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Time for the meal, she suddenly thought with anticipation.

"And now, it's your turn," she said, her voice low and seductive now. She straddled him, her slickness coating her thighs as she positioned herself over his still-hard cock.

Robert's eyes never left hers as she lowered herself onto him, inch by agonizing inch. He was so big that it took all of her control not to cry out as she felt herself stretch to accommodate him. But she was a Lannister, and Lannisters didn't show pain. She bit her lip as she was finally getting filled again.

The tip of his cock breached her entrance, and she felt a sharp sting of pleasure mixed with pain. She took a deep breath, her hands on his chest for balance, and pushed down further. His eyes widened in amazement as she took all of him, that she could. She was still jealous that there was some of him that she couldn't take still. Not that she was complaining. Taking all of thay monster in meant practically tearing her cunt.

He reached up, his calloused hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing the nipples into tight peaks. Cersei moaned, the dual sensations of his cock filling her and his hands playing with her breasts pushing her closer to the edge.

"Your turn," she murmured, starting to rock her hips, setting a rhythm that was slow and deliberate. He watched her, his eyes glazed with lust as she began to move, her breasts bouncing with each motion.

Robert's grip on her hips tightened, his own hips rising to meet her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal symphony of desire. She felt herself stretch around him, her inner walls clenching and releasing in an involuntary spasm that had him groaning.

He was so deep inside her, it was as if they were one. The feeling was exhilarating, a heady mix of pain and pleasure that had her panting and gasping for breath. She had never felt so full, so alive. She was truly alive when he was inside her.

Cersei leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kissed him. It was a kiss that spoke of all the things they didn't dare say aloud, of the power and the passion that bound them together. His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming it just as he claimed her body. She could feel his heart hammering against her, the beat matching the tempo of their fucking.

Her hands slid down his chest, her nails raking lightly over his skin as she found her rhythm. The sensation was intoxicating.

They fucked slowly, their movements deliberate and precise, each thrust a silent declaration of their shared hunger. Cersei took her time, savoring the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her, the way it filled her completely. It was a dance of power and passion, a silent conversation that needed no words.

Robert's hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the dip of her waist. His thumbs brushed the soft skin of her inner thighs, sending shivers down her spine. He knew her body now, knew what made her moan, what made her beg for more. And he used that knowledge to his advantage, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving half-moons in his skin. He grunted, the pain only serving to stoke the fire within him. His hips rolled, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her toes curl. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she gasped for air.

Their eyes locked. The intensity of their gaze as potent as any spell. Cersei felt something deep within her begin to unravel, something she had never felt with anyone else. It was more than just physical, it was a connection that went bone-deep, a bond forged in lust and desire. Her fucking soul was being devoured by him.

Their breaths grew ragged, their bodies slick with sweat. The room was filled with the scent of their passion, the soft sounds of their flesh meeting echoing off the walls.

Robert leaned up, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. He tasted himself on her tongue, the salty tang of his seed mixing with the sweetness of her mouth. It was a heady combination that had him groaning into her, his hips moving faster, his strokes growing deeper.

Cersei's nails scraped down his back, leaving a trail of red behind. She could feel herself climbing, the pressure building in her core. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, urging him to go faster, to take her over the edge.

He complied, his cock plunging into her with a ferocity that made her see stars. She moaned into his mouth, her pussy tightening around him, her muscles clenching in anticipation.

And then she was falling, the world spinning around her as she came apart in his arms. It was something more than just desire. It was a silent promise, a pact made in the heat of passion. It was as if they were rediscovering each other, peeling back layers of deceit and duty to find the raw, pulsing core beneath.

Their breaths mingled, their hearts beating in time.

"Oh, Robert!" Cersei moaned.

They fucked slowly, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, each stroke a sweet agony that built the fire within her. Robert's eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze holding her captive as he claimed her once more. His thumb found her clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that had her panting and squirming above him.

Her breasts bobbed with the motion, the tips hard and sensitive. He leaned up to capture one in his mouth, sucking gently before biting down. Cersei gasped, the slight pain sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She threw her head back, her hair cascading around her, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of their lovemaking, the only other noise the crackling of the fire in the hearth. Robert's hands slid up her back, his fingers digging into her skin as he held her in place, his hips moving in a steady, languid rhythm that had her trembling.

Cersei felt herself tightening around him, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap. She could feel the orgasm building again, the delicious pressure that promised to shatter her into a million pieces. Her movements grew more frantic, her hips grinding against his, seeking that perfect angle.

And then she found it, the sweet spot where pleasure and pain met and melded into something exquisite. She came with a cry that was half-scream, half-moan, her pussy clamping down on his cock as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Robert watched her face, the play of emotions as she climaxed, feeling his own release building. He slowed his thrusts, drawing out her pleasure, savoring the feel of her tight around him as he shot himself deep into her.

When she finally collapsed against him, boneless and sated, he kissed her neck lovingly. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and tiredness.

Cersei knew he meant it, not just in the physical sense, but in every way that mattered. And she didn't argue, didn't protest. For now, she was content to be his, to let him believe that he had conquered her completely.

Their bodies remained joined, their hearts pounding in unison. The world outside the chamber could wait. For now, they were lost in their own little kingdom of passion and power.

He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices. Cersei felt the loss keenly, but she knew there would be more to come. There was always more with Robert.

They lay there, entwined, their breaths slowing as the aftershocks of their lovemaking faded. The light grew stronger, painting the room in shades of gold and pink. The day was beginning, but in that moment, it was just the two of them, the king and his queen, bound by desire and the games they played.

Robert reached out, his hand caressing her cheek. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.

Cersei opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "And you're so full of shit," she replied, her voice teasing.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Maybe. But you love it."

"Maybe," she conceded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But only when you're full of something else."

With a roar of laughter, Robert rolled her onto her back, his cock already hardening again. "And what might that be, my sweet?"

"Your cock," she said, her voice a purr. "It's the only thing that truly satisfies me."

The grin on Robert's face was pure male satisfaction as he positioned himself between her legs. "Then I shall endeavor to keep you satisfied," he said, and then he was inside her again, filling her up and making her world spin.

Cersei cried out. She was going to be sore again. It was just Robert as usual. Making her cunt sore every morning and night, before the day started and the day ended.

Their bodies moved together, the dance of power and passion continuing as the new day dawned outside. And in that moment, as the sun rose over the Red Keep and Robert pounded into her cunt while she moaned and writhed under it, Cersei knew that she had found something she had never expected to find in her marriage bed - true, unbridled lust. And she intended to enjoy every single moment of it.

Melisandre looked at the building in the distance. Her eyes shone with anticipation and excitement as she looked at the city of King's Landing around her.

She had to make it worthwhile. Worth it for humanity and R'hllor.