Melisandre knelt before the brazier, her red robes flowed around her eloquently. The servant of the Lord of Light looked at the fire burning before her. Her eyes were focused as she gazed into the dancing flames, seeking a glimpse of the future. She prayed in her mind to the Lord of Light, the one true god, to show her his will. There was something which the Lord wanted to show to her. She was having this weird feeling inside her chest where she was getting nervous due to some reason. Her necklace seemed to tingle around her neck as if to warn her of some incoming danger. All signs which entailed to the Lord of Light.

"R'hllor, you have sent me a sign. You have shown me the signs. Show me what you desire my Lord." She prayed on her knees to the fire.

She stared into the fire, waiting for an answer. Suddenly she started to see shapes and colors, flickering and changing. She saw a crown of gold, a lion rampant, a stag at bay. She saw a field of green, a river of silver and lastly a trident of steel. She spotted the wall. And then she saw him.

A man with black hair and blue eyes, tall and strong, wearing a crown of antlers and a cloak of fur. He had a beard that covered his face, and a body which seemed to be bred for war and combat. He held a warhammer in his hand, and a horn at his lips. He was surrounded by enemies, but he laughed and fought with joy and ferocity alike. He was a king, a warrior, a hero.

Melisandre immediately knew the identity of the man. The visions she saw in the fire were none other than that of the new King of Westeros, Robert Baratheon. The visions of the stag and other things pointed to only one direction. It was him. He was whom her Lord wanted her to meet. To counsel.

Melisandre gasped, and the vision faded. She felt a cold sweat on her brow, and a tremor in her limbs. She did not understand. What did this mean? Why did the Lord of Light show her this? Was this the past, the present, or the future? Was this a warning, a threat, or a promise? She couldn't comprehend what the Lord of Light wanted from her, but one thing was sure she needed to meet Robert Baratheon.

She rose from her knees, and walked to the window.

She shook her head, and banished the thought. She was a servant of the Lord of Light, a messenger of his truth, a vessel of his power. She had seen his signs, she had heard his voice, she had felt his presence. She had no reason to doubt, no cause to fear, no right to question.

She turned back to the fire, and resumed her prayer. She asked the Lord of Light to guide her, to protect her, to enlighten her. She asked him to show her his will, to reveal his plan, to confirm his choice.

She asked him to show her his plans for the coming.

But all she saw was Robert and a black stone burning vividly in the mass of flames.

Robert Baratheon, or rather Severus Snape in Robert's body, sat on the Iron Throne, feeling uneasy, restless and bored alike. He had won the war, killed Rhaegar Targaryen, and claimed the crown. He was now married to Cersei Lannister, a woman he didn't know what to make of, and surrounded by enemies and traitors. People who all wanted something from him.

It was not that bad though. At least there was not a magical war here in this reality. He was a fucking King now, and his orders were absolute for the people here. He was the greatest power in the field and he was going to enjoy it alike.

His last life was shitty as hell. There was no denying it. But atleast this life was far better than his previous one. He was not required or bound to serve Voldemort or Dumbledore. His life was less dangerous and there was a great opportunity for him here.

He had an idea why he was here. He was sent to civilize these people. To bring stability to these lands. This world was brutal and unforgiving. He was a saviour to these people. He was their 'Messiah'. He was sent to bring peace and development for them. Atleast it was what he understood.

He looked at Ser Davos Seaworth, a former smuggler who had saved his brother's life during the siege of Storm's End by bringing food and supplies. Ser Davos was loyal, honest, and pragmatic, qualities that he greatly valued. He was also one of the best informants he could find about the affairs of the city, having lived and worked in Flea Bottom for many years.

"Ser Davos, thank you for coming. I will be blunt as I prefer it. I need your counsel on some matters," He said looking at the thin man in his twenties. The man seemed absolutely nervous, but that was understandable considering he was in the presence of a king.

"Your Grace, it is an honor to serve you," Ser Davos said. He bowed low to greet the King of the Seven Kingdoms.

Robert looked around the throne room, noticing the empty seats of the small council and the empty faces of the guards. They were private enough in their conversation. He lowered his voice and leaned forward with a smirk.

"Tell me, Ser Davos, what do you know of King's Landing? What are the problems we face here? How can we improve the lives of the people here?" He asked gently as he looked at the 'Onion Knight', the moniker the man had received for his service.

Ser Davos glanced at the soldiers standing near the throne, then back at him. He spoke softly, but with conviction in his voice.

"Your Grace, King's Landing is full of corruption and crime. The nobles are greedy, the smallfolk are starving, and the gold cloaks are bribed."

Robert nodded. "I too thought the same. However the matter's not easy to comprehend. Not without critical understanding." He spoke with a frown as he looked at the Onion Knight. He was honestly impressed by Ser Davos' frankness and insight. He felt a surge of respect and gratitude for the man. Atleast the man didn't mince his words like everyone.

"Ser Davos, you speak the truth. I appreciate your honesty and your loyalty. However the corruption and the state is something which can't be achieved in one day. It's impossible unless drastic measures aren't taken. And even then, there's always the chance of a rebellion."

"I will do it slowly. But the changes would be there. It won't happen in a single day but the efforts would show soon." Robert proclaimed as he looked at the Onion Knight. He knew the latter was skeptical of his words, but wasn't showing it. Afterall Robert was the King here and going against him was treason.

Cersei sat patiently in her chambers, waiting for Robert to come back from his duties. It has been almost a week since their marriage, but they still hadn't consummated their union yet. All that Robert did so far was ask her to suck his cock.

Cersei didn't know what to do. In all honesty, she equally despised and liked the act. She had never did it to Jaime much, even if he liked it greatly. However something inside her was actually roaring in glee when she put her mouth over Robert's cock. Jaime and Robert couldn't be compared. Yes, her twin was beautiful. But he wasn't half the man Robert was.

Cersei remembered those moments eagerly. Robert had placed his cock above her face and the damned monster thing had covered her entire face. She remembered measuring it with her hand. She had started from her wrist and that monster had nearly reached her elbow. She had gulped in fear then.

She couldn't think that she could take if fully. She didn't think any woman could either. The behemoth of a man had a behemoth of cock. Still, it didn't change the fact that Robert excited her like no other. She remembered those moments of passion when he finger fucked her slowly. His fingers alone had brought her to release several times over the nights.

Cersei hated that smirk. Hated that he always was able to somehow make her release so easily. Hated that she couldn't do the same to him.

Suddenly the door to the chambers opened and Robert entered the room. He slowly closed the door behind him. "I am sorry I took so much time, my love," he apologized with a smile.

"It's alright," Cersei replied, smiling at him. She found it odd that he had started to call her 'my love'. It felt strangely nice. He was a monster at bed and war. However, he also had a gentle touch to him. Cersei hadn't expected it. She would have never believed it unless she had been first hand experiencing it.

"So, what do you want to do tonight?" he asked as he reached near her. Cersei stood up to help him but was pulled immediately to his embrace. She felt his lips over her own. She moaned as his hands gripped her tightly while their lips fought like two starved peasants.

"I think we could finally have sex," Cersei suggested weakly as they pulled back from the intense kiss. She was blushing now. The kiss had clearly stole her breath away. "If you want to, that is." She immediately added dropping her eyes lower.

"Of course I do!" Robert replied with a smile. "We do need an heir for the realm." He added with a wink as he took her hand in his own. He pressed it lightly as he gently pulled it upwards to his face. He slowly kissed it with a lopsided smile on his face.

Before Cersei could answer, he had already claimed her lips once more. Cersei lost herself in the sea of pleasure when his big hands grabbed her and pulled her closer. She could feel him pulling her clothes upwards.

They pulled back and she immediately helped her in undressing her. She pulled back her gown while he did the same with his tunic and breeches. She didn't want him accidentally tearing apart her gowns. He had did it with three of her gowns already during their passionate moments. She had immediately put a stop to that. She didn't want him destroying her gowns unnecessarily in his unminded state. She was already getting trouble in choosing new gowns. The dresses the merchants sold didn't seem to impress her. As such, she loved her collection very much. She didn't want her husband destroying them in his whims of ecstasy.

He took off his clothes and got into bed next to her. They started making out passionately while Cersei caressed his big muscles. Her hand soon found his semi erect cock. She pumped it slowly knowing fully well the effect it would have on him. She had come a great way in knowing what to do to him.

Soon, Robert began to fondle her breasts and then moved down towards her cunt. He spread her legs wide apart and began licking her clit slowly. His tongue felt amazing against her sensitive flesh, making her moan loudly. After a few moments of pleasuring her with his tongue, he stopped and pulled away.

"Now turn around," he ordered her.

Cersei obeyed and turned over onto her stomach. She placed her hands on the bed for support and arched her back slightly.

"Spread your legs wider," Robert commanded again. Cersei obeyed once more. She rather wanted to know what he envisioned.

"Good girl," Robert praised her. He then put two fingers inside her wet pussy. Cersei moaned softly as he continued to finger fuck her.

"Yess.." She moaned with a whimper as he scratched the lower area with his finger. She was slowly enjoying the feel when he withdrew his finger from her. She arched her back and turned around to see him straightening himself. Turning back fully, she looked at him.

He was holding his fully erect cock with one hand and stroking it softly. The sight of his aching cock was something which was going to be forever etched in her mind. His shaft was thick and looked like it would burst if it remained untouched.

Cersei looked up at him expectantly, thinking he would make her suck his cock. But instead, he grabbed her hips. He pulled her beneath his towering form. Cersei immediately knew what to expect. Bending down, he slowly pushed himself deep inside her without warning.

"Ohhhhh god!" she screamed out loud in shock and pleasure as he filled her completely with his massive member slowly.

His cock was so large that it barely fit inside her tight cunt, stretching her walls apart with ease. Cersei had known that it wouldn't be easy. But she hadn't thought that it was going to be this painful. He was able to slide all the way in until only some of his length remained outside of her.

"I will take it slow." Robert gently assured as he pulled his shaft back and slowly moved it back inside her.

"Mmm." Cersei moaned as his cock moved against her inner walls. She hadn't expected it to be this hard. She gripped her back for strength as he stretched her more. Her long nails dug painfully in her chest as he moved to and fro once again.

The movements from Robert continued until Cersei finally felt the pain changing to pleasure.

"Fuck me harder," Cersei whimpered desperately. "Please, fuck me harder."

"As you wish, my dear," Robert smirked raggedly and picked up speed. He thrust into her repeatedly, pounding her more faster than before. Cersei moaned loudly each time he drove his shaft deeper into her slit. Her juices flowed freely around his shaft now.

The sounds of flesh meeting flesh and her moans echoed in air. Her ragged breathing along with his relentless pounding was proving too good for her.

"Oh yes," Cersei gasped breathlessly. "Keep going, please. Don't stop!" She cried holding him tighter.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Robert chuckled. "I won't stop until you beg me to stop."

Cersei nodded eagerly and wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. He continued thrusting into her faster and harder than ever before. She felt like she was being split in half by his huge cock. Every inch of her body ached for release. Suddenly, she felt something building within her lower abdomen.

"Oh no!" Cersei cried out. "Not now! Please don't stop. Just more!"

Her words proved true as he didn't stop. With those words, he slammed his cock deep inside her and held still for a moment. Then he began pumping his dick in and out of her rapidly.

Cersei was so lost in her pleasure that she didn't see his lips mumbling and the way his hands carved invisible patterns on her back. She was too blinded by the lust that she completely missed the soft glowing of her body.

Within seconds, Cersei's entire body shook violently. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she climaxed uncontrollably around his throbbing manhood. Tears streamed down her face as wave after wave of ecstasy washed through her. Her breathing became ragged and heavy as her orgasm continued to build. Finally, she collapsed forward onto the bed, completely spent. It was the first time something like this was happening with her. Her body felt tired and she felt content.

"That was incredible," Robert whispered softly as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. He too had released himself inside her during her orgasm. Afterall the ritual was completed successfully. He had succeeded in sealing her allegiance to him.

Do you think you can handle another round?" He asked suddenly. He wanted to go another round more. He felt rejuvenated like never before due to the ritual. It was better he took the chance and satisfied himself too.

"Yes," Cersei answered without hesitation. "Let's go." She said with a smile. Her energy seemed to be returning. Besides, she had just had the best release in her entire life. She wanted more like that.

Robert grinned wickedly and withdrew his cock from her dripping snatch. He flipped her over onto her knees and bent down behind her. He was going to take her from behind now. Slowly, he inserted his throbbing erection into her awaiting pussy

"Oh god," Cersei moaned breathlessly as he began moving his hips gently back and forth. "You feel so good inside me."

"Mmmhmm," Robert grunted approvingly. "And you look absolutely gorgeous doing this."

He continued thrusting into her steadily while holding onto her waist firmly. Cersei's tits bounced wildly beneath him as he fucked her relentlessly. She reached down between her legs and played with her clitoris, trying to bring herself close to another release again.

"Fuck me. Ohh Gods. Fuck me. Fuck me senseless!" Cersei cried out as his cock evoked pleasure far greater than before. Her hands automatically left her clitoris as she bit her lips in uncontrolled pleasure.

Robert nodded and resumed fucking her vigorously. He pounded her tight hole relentlessly, slamming his cock deep inside her over and over again. Cersei squealed delightedly each time he bottomed out inside her. He was hitting spots she never knew existed. After about two minutes of non-stop pounding, Cersei felt another release building inside her. She tried desperately to hold back her screams, but they kept escaping past her lips anyway.

"Don't stop!" She yelled frantically between the thrusts.

Robert ignored her pleas and kept pounding away at her pussy relentlessly. He continued thrusting into her wildly until she finally exploded around his prick once more. This time, it was even better than last time. She lost control of herself completely, allowing herself to be ravished by him completely. He took full advantage of her vulnerability, driving his cock deep inside her over and over again. Cersei felt something hot erupting from his cock and filling her completely.

When Cersei finally regained her senses. He was somehow still pounding into her. It wasn't hard like before. He was going with slow strokes, but even they seemed to be taking too much toll from her. She was amazed by the stamina of him. She hadn't expected him to go this long. But then she remembered the tales about him. 'A monster at war and bed.' He had probably built up a lot of stamina by fucking whores.

It was then she realised something. A terrible realization, she had denied, despite hearing it repeatedly from the soldiers and people. 'Robert Baratheon lived for war, wine and women.'