GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

"Aaaah… mmmm!" Cersei clenched her teeth when her royal 'husband' started to move. It felt burning like his cock would tear her apart at any moment. Every single throb, every push and pull felt so intense as if it'd pull her guts out. It kissed her deepest parts, slamming against her cervix. "Ooooh!"

But I'm going slow. Robert frowned. Going slower than that was simply impossible for him. It was already hard to keep the bloodlust and rage in check.

"Aaaah! Not like tha—ah!" Cersei mewled when Robert leaned forward, his tall frame allowing him to reach her shoulders, and then caressed around the curve to palm both her dangling breasts. He kneaded and molded them to his pleasure, sinking his fingers in her flesh.

To have my answers, I must. He knew not any other way to break her enough. There was no other painless way to melt her mind to a state where she'd lose control over her tongue. Soon…

Robert slowly hastened his thrusts. The sensations felt otherworldly, Cersei's cunt was like an unhealthy refreshment. Amidst her moans and clenches, his balls and pelvis slapped against her throbbing ass. She took all of his cock in each time like a well-trained whore.

Perhaps this wasn't her first time taking her royal husband's cock. But this sure was going to be the last—for any cock, so to speak.

"Was it so hard to be an obedient little pretty face like this?" Robert started, trying to agitate her with words. "Was it so hard to spread this cunt for none but your King?"

"Ah, oooooh! Your Grace!" Cersei screamed in pleasure and came all over his impaling cock. It hadn't even been that long and she already felt sore. The insides of her stomach knotted up, and her ass writhed against him. That sliding, pure bulbous rod of muscle emptied her head of all thoughts but pleasure. "Mmmh…"

Robert heard no reply from her and slapped her ass again. This time he went harsher as he slowly lost his own aversions too. The sexual intercourse that initially rested in the control of the Northern Lord slowly surrendered to the bodily memories of the previous King.

Plop! Plop!

Deep plunges, long pulls, many a moment.

Robert left her fantastic breasts and gripped her slender, curvy waist before plowing hard into her. The speed went unmatched, a shocking feat for a man of his size and health. Yet, that throbbing cock plundered the Queen as if handing her the payback for more than a decade's worth of betrayal.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Robert bellowed and without thinking, twisted one hand in Cersei's golden locks before tugging them hard.

He pulled her face back up, her eyes staring at the ceiling while the increased pressure from her ass aided his thrusts.

The sounds echoed, and the bed squeaked like crazy. Robert towered over Cersei's delicate frame, leaning more and more onto her back. This was what Robert would have done, the thought echoed in his head like a reassurance.

This was justice, perhaps in a crooked way. But Cersei knew no better language. Tywin would save her if he wasn't quick.

"Tell me, why did you spawn Kingslayer's incestuous bastards?" Robert questioned and threw his entire weight on her back, slamming her flat down onto the soft bedding. She almost drowned in the soft feathers.

Yet Robert's fucking continued thrust after thrust into her tight cunt. "Speak, whore!"

"How could I-aaaah!" Cersei bellowed, feeling Robert's weight on her back. It was hard to breathe already with the rod shoved in, now it became harder. She could feel Robert's hot breath over her nape as he held her in place. "Y-You… Lusted for the uh-dead! That Stark whooo-hre!"

Lyanna? Robert groaned and slammed an elbow on her nape, shoving her face down on the pillow, stifling her moans as he drove in harder. Ah… I remember it now. These memories…

Everything that Robert had experienced in his life felt so real that the memories of Eddard Stark began to feel like an invasive force. But deep down, only the Northern man was left in that body for the soul belonged to him.

"Don't give me that, whore! You've been fucking your brother for longer than that!" Robert declared, shifting his arm again and this time sliding it under her neck, choke-holding her.

It was easy to move Cersei around with her delicate weight and his giant's strength. Her legs spread wide while each pump of his cock resounded against her flushed asscheeks. "Same womb bullshit, wasn't that it?"

"Aaarh!" Cersei writhed against the bedsheets, grounded, and shoved into the bedding. This was a fucking like no other, her body utterly, helplessly aroused around that relentless cock, lost in a whirlwind of countless climaxes. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes shedding tears of ecstasy. "Y-You'll neva–aah understand! I–I love Jaime! H-eeeh is the only…"

"Is that why you pushed Ned's son off that tower?" He asked.

Of course, he remembered all of Cersei's confessions when he confronted her in that garden and threatened her. A grave mistake, sadly. One that cost him his head.

Cersei started slapping the bed as she came on his cock yet again. With no place to move, she felt hot and sweaty all over, her belly felt like burning, while her cunt felt on fire. "Y-Yooou… I regret!"

What? Robert stopped thrusting suddenly to listen better.

"I-ugh… Regret he didn't die! I regret you didn't die! My son… oooh, My sweet Joff should be the Kin—"

Robert slammed his cock back in with a bullish force and cared not to ask her any more questions. Cersei was beyond fixing or mercy, she'd rather burn the realm as long as she got to rule the ashes.

"Hah!" Robert groaned, his climax near, but he drove harder, more savagely, with no mercy left in him. Her neck in a choke-hold, his other hand tangled in her golden locks, he whispered fiercely into her ear as he spilled the last vicious heat Cersei was ever going to feel in her cunt.

"You… You have single-handedly doomed House Lannister. I'll make sure the entire realm cuts a feastful slice out of your house… Cersei Lannister, incestuous whore to her brother!"

"Oooh! Mmmm… Fuck you, Robert! Curse your House…ugh! Hehe… I-I fucked Jaime on the morning of our wedding… heh—ah~" Cersei lost herself amidst his raging pumps. Too sore to stay awake anymore, too tired to even speak. Her eyes fell shut while her breath calmed.

But Robert's plunges didn't stop for many long moments even after, spilling the royal seed that should have been in her since the first night. Filling her cunt to the brim and more, his cock kept splashing and digging out the mess he left in her with the last few thrusts.

Finally, he stopped moving his hips and calmed down, still feeling Cersei's hot, steamy form underneath his weight, her pussy still twitching with little suckling movements.

His face fell on her nape as he took long breaths to calm himself. "You betrayed the essence of the marital union before it happened and expected Robert to honor it… Treacherous, murderous, the lot of you Lannisters... Traitors..."

A few moments later he rolled aside and laid straight on the bed, staring at the ceiling above.

Much needed to be thought through, and much needed to be planned. The memory of being beheaded was still fresh, the last moment when that cold blade touched his nape was a feeling he could never forget.

Who should be the next King? He wondered in silence. The only stability the realm knew was under the Targaryen bloodline. But their madness had always plunged the realm into chaos after every odd rule of prosperity.

On top of that, he knew that Targaryens were only successful because of the dragons. Once the last dragons died, the slow downfall of the Targaryen dynasty ensued. In a way, now the throne had become a prize for the taking of whoever was the strongest. The only reason they had yet to try was because each house lusted for it.

Yet the Targaryens live. One of them too far away and one with… Stark blood. Robert thought of Jon at that moment. Wondering if bringing him to the throne was a better idea. The boy was kind and honorable. Let's clean up the Red Keep first.

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Cersei Lannister dreamt of love that night.

The man of her dreams, Prince Rhaegar married her and bedded her. It was the most wonderful night, the love he gave to her, the gentle fucking that went harsher as the night went longer. Oh, how hot it made her, her dreams came true.

"Ummh…!" She moaned in her sleep and felt too warm all over. As the slumber broke, she felt the soreness in real life, not just limited to her feminine petals but also her entire body. "Rhaegar…"

"Wake up, whore!"

Cersei's eyes shot open all of a sudden as a hateful voice ruined all of her pleasure. Anger arose from her heart and she woke up with a jolt to look around. "Robert?! W-Where is Rhae… No… No, no… This is a dream."

"A nightmare," Robert completed her words, already dressed in clean royal robes while sitting at his table and writing ravens. It was daylight and Cersei was too spent to wake up early. "No need to find clothes."

Cersei panicked and tried to find something to cover her body. However, not even the quilt was there. She also felt something sticky and runny between her thighs. She knew what it was, and the sensation rekindled her memories of the last night.

"Y-Your Grace, I'll carry your off—"

"Guards!" Robert bellowed, cutting her off. "Barristan, get in here!"

The door of the bedchamber opened right away and three Kingsguards entered, all loyal to Robert. The two behind Barristan held metal chains and restraints in their hands.

"Aaah! Out! I'm the queen!" Cersei roared in rage and tried to hide her nakedness with a pillow.

Robert grunted and stood up to his mighty height. "Incestuous whore, and a traitor to the realm! That's who you are—Chain her."

Right away two Kingsguards stepped forward and grabbed Cersei. She tried to protest but they were far too strong and held her in place. It hurt, but eventually, her ankles, wrists, and even her neck were all tied with metal collars and chains. Finally, a dirty old rag with just a hole for a head was thrown on her head.

"No! Robert, stop them at once! You swore! I'll bear your children, you promised me that!"

"I swore nothing, whore! Throw her in the Black Cells," Robert ordered. "One more thing, Barristan. If she somehow escapes, I'll blame you."

"The Red Keep has been cleansed, Your Grace. The Lannister soldiers have been relieved of their duties, and the Kingsguard loyal to Cersei and her kin have met their end," Barristan assured Robert. "Rest easy, Your Grace."

"Rest is a luxury I can't afford, Ser Barristan," Robert said, his face set in a rare moment of solemnity as Cersei's screeches echoed through the chamber. Thankfully, the Kingsguard had come prepared and made her smell something that rendered her unconscious.

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