Margaery Tyrell Pt. 1

Things had gone from bad to worse for one Cersei Lannister, Queen Mother. Somehow… somehow, they all knew. Everyone knew. Oh, they didn't know it was her… but Cersei was confident that someone out there did. Someone was spreading stories about a harlot within the Red Keep's walls. Someone was telling people about a noblewoman who was secretly fucking a man beneath her station at all times a day and loving every bit of it.

Obviously, whoever it was who'd discovered what she and Podrick Payne were doing… no, what Podrick Payne was doing TO her… they hadn't dropped her name yet. Otherwise, Cersei's handmaidens and the ladies who regularly got close to her in order to try and share in her glory, would not have bothered telling Cersei the rumors. They had more self-preservation than that.

No, instead, whoever had stumbled across Cersei's current… embarrassment, they were keeping things just vague enough that she wasn't identified as the harlot. But at the same time, there was just enough detail that every time she had to hear about it from her handmaidens, every time one of her ladies in waiting decided to tell her about it, clearly expecting Cersei to grow furious and hunt the perpetrator down… she knew that they were talking about her, even if they didn't.

Her shame and humiliation could hardly stand to grow even more, but that's exactly what was happening. Especially because Podrick Payne, her chief tormentor and the man who nevertheless had her eating out of the palm of his hand, was too damn THICK to understand what was going on.

"Please, Ser Payne, w-we need to talk, I-!"

"Shut up, bitch. I'm not a knight… and why would I want to talk to you? Just get down on your knees already."

Flushing at his domineering tone and his angry scowl, the Queen Mother glances left and right down the shadowed corridor that they're currently in… that she's dragged him to, just to hopefully have a conversation about his conduct. It's bad, she knows it's bad, but truth be told, Cersei doesn't actually want any of it to stop. She could do with a little less roughness, but there's no denying that Podrick Payne has completely and utterly supplanted Jaime in her bed. The young man's massive bitch breaker of a cock had… well, broken her.

After ascertaining that no one is coming from either direction, Cersei shuts her eyes tight for a moment… and then sinks down to her knees, gathering her skirts and dress up so as to not get it bunched when she kneels. It's a position that the Queen Mother was never used to taking, before all of this. Kneeling… it wasn't something that Cersei Lannister had ever had much cause to do in her life. Now though, Podrick Payne had given her a master class in the subject, just has he'd forcibly taught her a number of other things.

SMACK!

Such as how to worship and suck his big fat cock. Having pulled his member from its confines, the young man had gone right ahead and simply let it fall down upon Cersei's upturned face with a meaty slap, laying his absolutely monstrous meat pillar out across the bridge of her nose as Cersei's eyes widen, her pupils dilate, and her breath hitches. Her nostrils flare as she takes in the smell, and her chest begins to heave with a disgraceful, wanton desire.

Even still, she did not bring Podrick to this secluded place to suck his cock. Well… not just to suck his cock. Cersei was an intelligent enough woman to know that she wasn't ever going to get out of a private situation with the domineering young man before her, without some sort of sexual favor. She'd hoped to get their conversation out of the way before that though. To that end, Cersei rallies herself and even takes hold of Podrick's cock willingly, if only to keep it out of her mouth for a few seconds more so she could actually speak her concerns.

"Please, I… you must understand, there are rumors beginning to crop up. Someone has seen us, and while they are being vague now, they will no doubt want much, they-mmph!"

And just like that, Podrick cuts her off, shoving his cock right into her open mouth in the midst of her speech. She'd been doing her best to be as submissive and subservient as possible, in a very uncharacteristic manner for her, just to try and stave off him doing exactly this. She already knew from past experience that bitching at him or getting angry or irritated in any way was a great way to have him plug her 'bitchy mouth' with his cock. His words, not hers.

But even this, it seemed, had provoked him. All Cersei can do is glare helplessly up at Podrick, even as he looks down at her, not quite grinning, but clearly smug in his superiority. He wasn't, he WASN'T superior… she was the Queen Mother, and he wasn't even a knight, he was just a damn s-squire… but that doesn't stop Cersei from sucking his cock all the same, even as he forces more and more of it down her throat.

"I don't really care, truth be told."

"Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…"

"If someone has found out what a stupid, filthy little whore you are… then more power to them."

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

"In the end, what does any of it matter? You'll tell me if anyone is moving against ME, if anyone is planning to have me killed. And then… we'll leave. Perhaps across the Narrow Sea to Essos, hm? There, you can quit being the Queen Mother and just be my slave-whore, like deep down you know you want to be."

Cersei's eyes water and tear up, both from the abuse of her throat as Podrick gets rougher and rougher with her, and from the casual verbal degradation he's laying on her. The worst part is how certain he sounds… and also how right he is. If… if Cersei got wind of a plot to kill this young man before her, who had so thoroughly broken her down and turned her into… into nothing more than his cock sucking bitch… she wouldn't have it in her to let it happen.

Smirking down at her now, as if he knows what she's thinking, Podrick tightens his grip on the Queen Mother's hair, taking hold of her head with both hands… and then begins to skull fuck her.

"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"

As he does so, he continues his casual conversation.

"Still, with Lord Tyrion gone, and Lord Jaime departed as well, I've been rather bored… spending all day teaching you whores a lesson isn't really conducive to a healthy lifestyle, I don't think. Or maybe… I just don't have enough whores."

Cersei's eyes widen at that, even as her nostrils flare desperately for breath, her cheeks puffed out and her throat bulging with his pistoning cock. He's still fucking her face with wild abandon, but now her thoughts turn to her handmaidens and her ladies in waiting. Is he going to make her sacrifice them to him, one after the other? All of them know the stories floating around the Red Keep… meaning that the moment Cersei presented one of them to Podrick, the other woman would know what Cersei and the squire had been up to.

Not that she had any doubt that Podrick could bring every single one of the little bitches that gathered around her in line, but even still, the more he took, the harder it would be to keep things a secret from the MEN in her life… men with enough power to have Podrick killed with the snap of their fingers… making it more and more likely that she would indeed end up over in Essos with the squire, on the run, no longer Queen, but instead his slave-whore.

The idea shouldn't bring Cersei nearly as much pleasure as it does, but she moans around his cock all the same, even as her empty cunt clenches down below, beneath her skirts and betwixt her thighs. In the end though… it turns out that that's not what Podrick has in mind at all.

"Littlefinger certainly left in a hurry, didn't he? Shae was telling me about it. He left… and he took Sansa Stark with him. Almost makes one wonder if Tyrion actually did it."

The mention of her dwarf brother, murderer of her eldest son, is enough to ignite fury in Cersei's heart, and some of her old self rises to the surface. Seeing this, Podrick tightens his grip on her hair further in one hand, and then reaches down with the other to yank her dress down from over her breasts, after which he gives them each a brutal smack.

The painful but also pleasurable sensation of having her tits slapped completely derails her budding anger, even as Podrick gives her a look before snorting derisively and returning promptly to choking and gagging her on his big fat dick.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

Tears streak through her makeup at this point, and slobber, saliva, and drool all collect on her chin, eventually dripping down onto her now-exposed tits. He's already completely ruined her, and he hasn't even cum yet… in the back of Cersei's mind, the Queen Mother is already planning her escape route, the route that she'll have to take once Podrick is finished with her, that will allow her to make it back to her rooms without being seen. Needless to say, Cersei Lannister has gotten VERY good at not being seen these last several weeks.

"Anyways, I heard that you seized all of Littlefinger's properties within the city. Maybe even you realize that he had more to do with your son's death then my Lord. Regardless, that leaves a pretty big list of properties left abandoned, and quite a lot of people unsure of what they're supposed to do for work now…"

She can see where he's going with this, of course. Still, he drags it out, probably in order to drag out her pleasurable torment as he fucks her face continuously, plowing her throat with reckless abandon and forcing her pretty little neck to bulge with each and every thrust.

"You're going to give them to me, bitch. All of Littlefinger's old properties… I want you to sign them over to me, or just have Tommen do it, or something. I want to own all that Baelish did before the day is done… it'll give me something to do, when I'm not teaching you your place."

Cersei finds herself torn, even as Podrick finishes saying his piece. He's still fucking her face of course, both hands now back in her hair, guiding her brutally back and forth along his cock as he thrusts forward rather violently into her abused esophagus and gullet time and time again. So, in the end, it's not like she can answer immediately anyways. Instead, she's forced to choke and gag and gurgle on his big fat dick as Podrick plows her throat with reckless might.

Still, while the Queen Mother isn't sure she could live without this cock any longer… she could certainly use a respite from it. Having Podrick out in the city more, forced to look after all of the former Master of Coin's properties… well, that might just be the ticket she needs to cut off the legs of the rumors floating around before they can truly get going. And, of course, she wouldn't be at his beck and call at all times of day, if he were outside of the Red Keep for most of them.

It was an even trade all around… but another part of Cersei warred with the idea of giving Podrick Payne too much power, too much wealth… too much control. She's already been forced to give up so much to the young man. If she gives him this as well, he'll no longer be a simple, lowly squire, even if he's already become more than that by sheer virtue of his impossibly large cock.

And finally, a third, distinct part simply hated the idea of having to share Podrick's time with all of those businesses. Part of her, a growing part, already despised Shae for commanding so much of his attention. This part of Cersei, if it had its way, would happily spend all of her time at Podrick's feet or beneath him in bed, eager to be his… his little fuck toy.

Of course, Podrick has no inclination of anything that's going on in the Queen Mother's head. He's too busy using her skull as his own personal fuck hole, railing her mouth and throat quite violently. With a loud groan, the squire abruptly begins to cum, and Cersei's eyes very nearly roll up in her head as she chokes on his seed, white, hot ejaculate exploding out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, making even more of a mess of her face.

When Podrick is ultimately done with her, he pulls out and leaves her rasping for breath, even as she finds herself uselessly blowing cum bubbles each time she tries to exhale and inhale again. Eventually, her airways clear and the Queen Mother is able to breathe once more… which is of course when Podrick reaches down and grabs her by the jaw, tilting her head back as he uses his other hand to smack and spank her wet, messy titties once more. Cersei cries out, but the pain focuses her on Podrick's face, even as he raises an eyebrow at her.

"Well?"

Knowing what he wants, and still not entirely certain that she should give it to him… Cersei capitulates nonetheless, the Queen Mother averting her gave submissively before a lowly squire, and acquiescing to his demands, just like that.

"It… I-It will be d-done…"

Podrick chuckles and lets go of her jaw, before slapping her across the face with that same hand, the other having transitioned from smacking her tits to casually groping them, like she was already nothing but his property.

"That's a good bitch."

And then he let's her go. Or more accurately, he let's go of her, flinging her back as he releases her and stepping away with an almost contempt to his movements. His cock tucks away into his pants once more, and he turns from her, leaving Cersei in a much more disheveled, sticky state then himself.

"I expect to see the writ by the end of the day, bitch! Or else there will be consequences… and not the good kind!"

It's embarrassing, but when he first says consequences, Cersei DOES perk up, and for a split second she actually thinks about disobeying… but then he follows up, and she flushes brightly, ashamed to have been interested in being punished for even a moment… and fearing what the 'bad kind' of consequences would even look like, truth be told.

Podrick Payne will have what he wants, she decides, as if she wasn't always going to give him everything he asked for. Littlefinger HAD abandoned the city at the worst possible time, quite frankly, and while none of her spies had actually been able to turn up evidence that Baelish and her imp brother were colluding, it was still suspicious enough that Cersei had no desire to do the man any favors. Let Podrick run all of Baelish's hard work into the ground, let him destroy everything that Littlefinger had spent his years in King's Landing building up. If nothing else, it would get the young man off of Cersei's back for a while, hopefully.

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