GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

What would Robert do? Eddard didn't think about it for too long as the blonde queen suckled his fat cock. He had been with Robert since childhood and knew the man more than any. Unbridled fury and bloodthirst.

"I know, whore… I know plenty!" Robert caught her golden locks tightly behind her head and lifted her face to look at it.

Cersei's expression went from a smirk to panic. Her lips shivered, and her face was coated in the sticky substance she had dribbled all over Robert's loins. "R-Robert… Wh—"

Robert's furious blue eyes had turned bloodshot red. Inside, not only Robert's memories but also Eddard's memories fused together to create a torrent of fury. His fingers clenched harder on her hair as if resolved to rip them off.

"Do you think the realm's full of dimwits and you're the only one with sense? That you can keep on bedding that vile Kingslayer brother of yours and no one will find out? That you can birth those spineless, scrawny runts from your filthy cunt and no one would notice?!"

If there was any doubt about what Robert was getting at, that veil was quickly removed. Cersei struggled, flailing her arms onto his belly to free her aching scalp. "Robert… Y-You're hurting me!"

Robert Baratheon roared with fury, his voice echoing through the bedchamber. "So what, whore! You've ruined me! You murdered Ned! You've set the realm ablaze! As vile as your mouth is, your cunt is filthier! Three incest spawns! I'll have their heads on pikes, just as you did to Ned!"

"Nooo!" Cersei's voice trembled, her panic evident as she struggled to rise, her efforts futile against the unyielding grip of the giant fist pinning her down. Her ample, slightly sagging breasts hung precariously in the limited space between her chin and his imposing cock.

"I-I… Robert, they're your children! I swear it by the name of the Seven!"

"Is that why you tore my royal will, dismissed Ser Barristan, and beheaded Ned?" Robert roared. There was nowhere for her to run now. She was trapped in the worst state possible. "Guards!"

"No, Robert, please!" Cersei implored, her eyes shimmering with crocodile tears, a performance worthy of the stage. The only thought consuming her now was to quell his wrath and escape the bedchamber. "I-I… I can still give you children! Yes, I'll give birth to many more heirs—sons and daughters! Y-You can send Joffrey and Tommen to Casterly Rock… They'll never lay a claim to the throne."

"Save your breath!" Robert sneered and shook her head with some force.

"More heirs, you say? More bastard sons and daughters to fill my halls? Casterly Rock? As if I'd trust a Lannister to keep his word! No! The boy will face his fate here, under my roof, and I'll hear no more of it!"

Cersei continued to sob, her eyes moving left and right in search of an escape. She had to leave King's Landing immediately with her children. "T-Then… Let me hold my children one last time!"

Robert silently gazed into her eyes and noted the defiance right away. She had no desire to surrender. On top of that, this was no longer Robert, nor Ned who had already been fooled once.

She'll escape King's Landing if I let her go. Ugh… What would Robert do?

Suddenly, Robert's grip on Cersei's hair lessened. She heaved a sigh of relief, believing he was letting her go. "Robe—"

"Grace! It's Your Grace for you!" Robert flared up again but maintained a gentler demeanor. If it was Robert, he already knew what that brute of a King would have done. His gaze purposefully landed on her full, soft breasts. "A true heir?... Can you give me one?"

Cersei excitedly looked up at him again, confident and somewhat proud of her beauty. For Robert to lust after her body even now. She had him in her palm, she reckoned. As usual, a man's weakness, no matter who.

"If you'll have me, Robe–Your Grace, I'll carry your seed once, twice, as many times as you desire."

She must be thinking so lowly of me at this moment. Robert, or in this case Eddard, felt heavy in the heart. But he wanted to avoid hitting her, and gods had gifted one massive tool to Robert to procreate and subdue women. Too bad, he never used it on the woman he should have. Forgive me, Cat. Only this once, this night. I'll solve all the troubles of the North. I'll avenge… myself and Robert.

"Then get off me… On your hands and knees," Robert ordered, pushing her face away from his groin. With biting regret growing in his heart, he couldn't do it looking at her face, he felt. "Quick, whore!"

For the first time in her life, Cersei obeyed a man so quickly. She hated it, swearing in the name of gods and her own life to one day have her revenge. For now, she chose to endure it and show 'love' to this brute of a King.

I'm sorry, Cat. Robert breathed heavily, lifting his large frame up on the velvety soft bed. He shifted on his knees and got behind Cersei's plump arse. She was naked already and had taken off his breeches. So he removed his loose tunic as well and got as naked as the day he was born. He hated looking at his own body, although a little less, the belly was still immense. Why would any woman love this?

Yet the tool that mattered was massive. Robert glanced down at her spread rear, ivory pale, soft as a feather, fleshy, and worthy of birthing babes. Too bad she chose to spawn bastards. He ignored the pale brown star-shaped rim and rubbed the cockhead up and down over her clean, but used-up slit.

Cersei jolted each time Robert's cock slapped her cunt. To her, it seemed as if Robert was playing with her. But for Robert, it was a mere struggle to get it up. But a man's cock remained a man's cock. Cersei was still a beauty and one who had spread herself for him.

A few moments later the King's cock stood erect in all its glory. His fist clenched the girth from the base, which still left more of his cock kissing the air, more than what his palm had clenched.

"Ugh…!" Finally, Robert shifted forward, probing in with the cockhead, spreading the dry, almost loose cunt wide. He had no clue if Robert had even been with her, the memories had no such instance. "Mh…!

The guilty pleasure took Robert's mind by storm. She looked loose, yet his cock found a warm, tight embrace. The dryness turned into silky heat as soon as he reached deeper, making her clench herself and fight around him. His eyes failed to look away from the sinking rod.

She's just a whore… She's just a whore.. She will never be my beloved wife. He reminded himself so as to not lose himself in pleasure.

"Aaaah! Robert, not s… Ugh-deep!" Cersei groaned, her fingers clenched on the bed sheets.

Pa!

Robert slapped her soft arse with force. "Your Grace! That's what you'll call me, whore! You're a broodmare to me, nothing more!"

Gods, I seek your forgiveness. Please make this all worth it! Robert sought forgiveness at the same time. Not from the Seven, however.

"Oooh! Y-Your Grace, be gentle." Cersei pleaded.

With that sizable cock spreading her beyond her wildest dreams, she unknowingly contracted her silken walls and it always backfired. A pleasure like never before, she couldn't remember when she was last stretched so far. "Aaah!"

Both of Robert's palms rested on her pale asscheeks. He fondled them, clenched them hard, and spread them while shoving more of himself in. He hadn't even started thrusting in and out yet and Cersei had already gone somewhat weak.

She has never taken his cock before. He was certain now.

Was the first stillborn also a bastard? How long has she and Jaime been doing it? He wondered in silence. Never stopping until he felt her tight warmth shroud all of his cock to the hilt. Will she answer my questions in this state?

Robert looked down at Cersei's naked back, her golden locks untamed and a beautiful mess. Just then he pulled his hips and eased out his lengthy shaft. Once at the tip, he buried back in with a long yet gentle trust.

Aye, he had a hard time keeping his cock up for Cersei, he just wasn't that sort of man. Sadly, the cock in itself was big enough to torment any woman, be a highborn or a whore. All he could do was close his eyes, going so slow that his senses took over his feelings. Her wet walls suckled his length with every push, spreading the heat.

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