Cersei lannister x oc male

Cersei lannister x oc male

Imagine being the second husband of Cersei Lannister and celebrating your wedding and bedding.

Warning: SMUT, NSFW

You watched her walk down the aisle with a smirk on your face. How could you not? The threat she had given you that night before and the glare she was throwing you now were simply too amusing to ignore. You knew she was used to getting her way and that she believed she would be able to sucker you into giving her anything and everything she wanted, but you weren't about to be just another servant to her. You were to be her husband and, in less than an hour after the vows were spoken and you cloaked her in your protection, she would not be a Queen any longer. She would be a Lady of a House who just happened to have once been married to a King and the Mother to the King's successor.

She was wearing the colors of her Father's house, red and cold, and her golden curls fell down her back with an elegance only she seemed capable of possessing. She was beautiful. There was absolutely no way you could deny that. But there was also a venom there, deep down in her veins, that you knew about as well. You had heard all the rumors. How she was behind the death of Robert Baratheon, how she lied about Ned Stark, even how she and her brother Jaime crippled Brandon Stark. You were well equipped to handle her. You hadn't spent a total of a decade in the fighting pits of Meereen to be afraid of a woman, even one as dangerous as a Lannister.

Her Father, the Hand of the King Tywin Lannister was the one walking her down the aisle and you imagined it had more to do with making sure she didn't run than following tradition. Your soon-to-be wife's sons were standing in the front row to the right of the aisle. The King, Joffrey, stood with his betrothed, Margaery Tyrell, Tommen stood just to his brother's side smiling sweetly as he always did. Beside them stood the Kingslayer, Jaime Lannister, who was staring at you sourly and you wondered how many threats you were going to get at the reception. Next to him stood the Imp Tyrion and his young wife, Sansa Stark. Kevan Lannister and others stood behind them.

You were an only child and your parents had long since passed, so you didn't have any family there. Just a few friends to the left of the aisle who had been all but quiet about their mistrust of Tywin Lannister and all other lions of the Rock. Thankfully, they knew better than to speak out about the marriage in the presence of the Hand and the King.

My Lord Hand," you bowed slightly as the two lions finally reached you. Your eyes moved to Cersei, "My Lady, you're beautiful." And you held a hand out toward her, expecting her to behave at least enough to place her hand in yours and get the ceremony over with. But you were expecting too much, you realized.

She huffed and even rolled her eyes, turning away from you and her Father to face the High Septon.

You caught the look of annoyance on Tywin's face as you turned to face the man of faith as well. Holding your hands out in front of you, you listened to the words being spoken with every bit as concentration as matters like that deserved. You had never been a man of faith, the gods had never done anything in particular for you, but you were in a house of worship and knew it would be only in bad taste if you snubbed tradition and what was expected of you.

Cloaking Cersei was both irritating and amusing due to the small movements she kept making, making it impossible for you to be able to fasten the pen. She was trying to embarrass you, but she would have to do a lot better than that to successfully succeed.

The feast was held in the Queen's ballroom where you found yourself sitting at the table the entire night as your bride moved around the room talking to everyone except you. You didn't really mind, it gave you time to watch her…to try and find all those little things she hid so perfectly.

Her curves made your cock stiffen and you chuckled, wondering how many cocks she had hardened in her life time. She was a beauty still, even at her age, and you knew she was even more so in her youth. Her face was flawless and she moved with the elegance and ease a Queen should have. The way she talked openly to so few and ignored everyone else, you weren't surprised to note how she believed herself better than others. It was how she was raised, no doubt, raised to believe no one could be prettier, more cunning, more…anything than she.

You wondered how long it would take her to realize that no longer was she better than anyone. Her Father was so willing to get her out of the capital and away from the King that he married the former Queen off to one of his vassel houses. Though as rich as your House may have been, you doubted it was rich enough to compare to the rich and glamour that Cersei was used to.

Standing, you finished the wine in your glass and moved with a smile on your face over to your wife, her youngest son, and the Hand of the King. "Lord Tywin," you greeted with a small bow, "Prince Tommen," the boy smiled brightly and bowed back, "If I may, I believe I should finally share my first dance with my wife."

"I don't think…" Cersei began to say, glaring openly at you, before being interrupted by Lord Tywin who said, "Of course Lord Y/n," and he gave his daughter a pointed look. You knew before she even accepted your hand that she would. The Lannister children all seemed to hate their Father, with good reason you were sure, but all three, at the same time, all seemed to want to impress him at the same time.

You led your bride out onto the floor, amongst the smiling faces and the whispers, and placed your hands on her waist. She looked reluctant at first, slowly and begrudgingly placing her hands on your shoulders.

Leaning down to place your lips to her ears, you chuckled and whispered "You will have to speak to me at some point, Wife."

A roll of her eyes and a soft huff is what you got in response followed by the feeling of her nails digging into your shoulders through your doublet and tunic.

"Easy now," you murmured, "You wouldn't want to give me the wrong impression of how you…like it. I would like to think your second wedding night will not end as badly as your first is rumored to have."

"How dare you?" she spat and you nearly commented on it but she had already begun to speak once more, "Do you know who I am? Do you know who my son is? You are nothing! You are a peasant compared to me!"

You came to a halt and tilted your head slightly to the side, "Is that so? I must be a very important peasant if your Father chose me to be your husband and not another noble as high as a Lannister lion."

You could practically hear her teeth clenching together as she ripped out of your hold. "You may be my husband in the eyes of the gods, but you will not be my husband in any other way." Then she turned and stalked off over to high table, downing whatever was left in the goblet that had been set out for her.

"Time for the bedding, My Lord?" Lord Tywin asked appearing at your side.

Trying not to show your irritation, you kept a smile on your lips as you nodded "Yes, My Lord Hand, I believe it is time indeed."

The announcement was made followed by cheers and cat calls. Cersei was picked up, much to her protest, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the affronted look on the Kingslayer's face and the more than amused look on the Imp's. Following the men carrying your wife from the Queen's Ballroom, you paid no mind to the girls at your side unbuttoning your doublet and trying to all undo your belt at the same time. You might not be on the best relations with your new wife at the moment, but you would not start your marriage the same way Robert Baratheon had.

Stepping into your chambers completely naked, you found the witnesses standing off to the side and your lovely wife on the bed with the covers wrapped around her and a scowl on her face. You tried not to smile at how…adorable you found her in that moment. Her trying to act tough like the situation was annoying and boring her.

Walking over to the bed, you climbed in beside her and drew the curtains closed. You liked your privacy in such matters, and as long as they could hear and see the shadows in the hangings then there was nothing they could say to protest it.

Once the curtains were in place, you reached out and placed a hand to Cersei's cheek which she promptly slapped away. Sighing, you instead placed your hand to the back of her head tangling your fingers in her hair. "Listen," you murmured, your gaze never moving from hers, "We have to do this. One way or another. I don't want to force myself onto you, Cersei, please do not make this difficult for us both."

When she didn't respond after a minute or two, you began to worry that you would have no choice but to force yourself onto her. The thought filling you with disgust. But then she mumbled, "You do not own me, My Lord, I will let you fuck me but do not take this as a sign of weakness. I still plan on killing you as soon as a I can. And I will never bear you children."

"At least I have blond members of my family. You and your brother will be able to hide your secrets better," you murmured teasingly before slamming your lips down onto hers.

She fought back, and you wouldn't have expected anything different. Her nails raked up your chest and down your back, her teeth bit at your lip and your tongue drawing blood. She was untamable, and you weren't sure you had a problem with that.

As the two of you fucked, it delighted you to know that you could at least give her some sort of pleasure. More than once, you heard the soft moan and whimper fall from her lips. Her eyes were full of lust and her hands were slightly shaky. The lioness was coming undone before your eyes and it…it was more than empowering to you.

"Cersei," you moaned into her ear, your balls giving off a familiar tingle just before you were emptying yourself deep inside of her.

She winced, you saw it on her face, but in that moment you didn't have the self-control to feel hurt by it. You weren't sure you would feel snubbed afterwards, honestly. After all, you did understand why she had done it, after all.

After moaning her name and emptying you seed inside of her, you rolled off and tried to catch your breath. She remained perfectly still beside you, her hands clutching at the sheets on each side of her.

You could hear the High Septon blessing the marriage and the witnesses beginning to leave, but you made no sign of moving. You planned on staying right there in your marriage bed with your wife, whether that meant a risk of being smothered in your sleep or not.