Chapter 22

Leonette Fossoway + Tyrell Cousins + Cersei Lan…

Chapter 22: Leonette Fossoway + Tyrell Cousins + Cersei Lannister

There was a feast that night, not for any particular occasion, and the guests filled the great hall. It was not a solemn gathering, but rather a brave and merry occasion. Despite Ned's worries about the Realm's growing debts, all seven kingdoms were wealthy and at peace, and that was enough reason to call a feast.

The fireplaces were banked high; the leaping flames threw strange, capering shadows on the walls as servants hurried in and out. The feasters waved their arms and shouted toasts, the castle hounds barked and scrabbled over discarded scraps and rooted in the straw that covered the floor, and the King sat on a high table, surrounded by beautiful flowers.

Robert looked ruddy with life and vitality, sitting at the main table surrounded by those in his favor, each of the women vying to make the loudest toast, the sharpest jest, to gain his attention, and Robert presided over all their striving, rewarding the favorites with his loud laughter. From time to time, he leaned over to say something to Margaery Tyrell, who was seated next to him at the table by special invitation. Unlike the other women, who seemed a little overwhelmed to be here, basking in the King's presence, Margaery was smirking, occasionally brushing up against him, and a few had noticed that the King had managed to surreptitiously get big hand up her skirt, to the soft satin of her thigh.

"I wondered when you would get around to noticing her," Margaery said to Robert, pointing out Allana Tyrell with her chin, and twisting her body so that her breasts brushed against his upper arm.

"She doesn't know what she's here for, yet. But we know, don't we?" she continued as she felt his fingers grow more agitated, and she gasped, smirking mischievously to herself. This was working out even better than she'd planned. Allana would be the perfect little toy for the King and herself. Of course, this was Margaery's game, and she wasn't about to be shown up by a lowly pawn, no matter how much fun she was.

Robert smirked as well, and he looked at Allana in a way that, were the lady sober and paying attention, might have given her a confused thrill. He eyed her proudly, covetously, as one who had thoughts of adding another trophy to their collection. His hands creeped up to tease Margaery's back, causing the woman to shiver pleasantly.

«That sounds fun,» Robert said, mentally adding Allana to his extensive list of potential conquests.

He imagined her sitting on his mantelpiece sandwiched between Margaery and Sansa and all the rest of them, smiling and coyly kicking as she tilted her head and asked her master which of them, he wanted to use tonight. It was an absurd but arousing image, and it caused him to get hard as he pitched a tent in his trousers.

The table was mostly girls from the Reach, with a few others. In this new court, what mattered was access to the King, and those who had it were more powerful than those with wealth or titles. Sansa was sitting beside her younger sister, Eddard's fifteen-year-old, allegedly spoiled rotten daughter. The girl was staring at him dreamily, and hadn't touched her food since he'd sat down. He didn't like that. Nor did he like the flirty smiles, winks, and overly- suggestive licking of her lips or the rim of her glass when no one else was looking. He tried to ignore her.

Normally, Robert would have been pleased to receive such attentions from a budding maiden. But the fact that young Arya bore such a strong resemblance to her late aunt and Robert's beloved Lyanna, caused him to be swept up in a whirlwind of memories and emotions.

By comparison, the table at which the Lannisters sat was much more subdued, seeming to match in mood the scowl that was on Cersei's face. Although the other nobles were doing their best to make conversation, Robert was aware that the Queen was having none of it. Cersei stared into space, as though fascinated by the tapestries that lined the walls. Eddard was just as unresponsive to the table talk, but his reasons were no mystery.

To Robert's not-quite-dismay, Arya's bare foot had found its happy way into his lap, with the teenage sister of one of his lovers smiling sweetly at him over the table. He maintained his composure, though it wasn't easy – Either Arya had experience with this sort of thing; something that caused him to shudder in more ways than one, or she was just naturally talented, something that he was divided about.

Before long, her questing, grinding toes had worked him into what could be called a 'quarter mast' situation. He was swollen to about three-fourths of his overall length, and about half the thickness, but not rigid enough to encumber himself. Still, it was enough to make Arya gasp as she was drinking her wine causing her to enter into a coughing fit that abruptly put an end to her impromptu game of footsie. Her sister turned to her, patting her on the back and waiting for it to pass before asking her what was the matter. Arya assured Sansa that she had just drank too fast, but the lingering blush on her cheeks, and the awed look that she gave the King betrayed her thoughts.

Some toys just weren't meant for little girls.

"But Allana can wait, I was thinking some time tomorrow. For tonight, I spoke with Lady Talisa," Margaery whispered in his ear, her hand wandering between his legs and gripping him securely, unable to get

Her hand around his girth, but more capable of the job than little Arya had been.

"And as a favour to me, that gifted healer of yours put my brother to bed hopped up to the eyeballs on Milk of the Poppy. A dark and dreamless slumber, that he won't awaken from… no matter what you do to her next to him."

Robert looked up, and saw the svelte blonde Leonette in her skimpy, nearly transparent negligee with her generous tits hanging out. In an instant, that was all that he could see.

His engorged cock led the way, swinging back and forth as he got to his feet and practically bounded in direction of Garlan's wife's.

Margaery chuckled as he ran off to fuck her good-sister, and winked at Allana, who looked scandalized by her younger cousins' behavior.

After Leonette turned down the hallway and out of sight of the feasters, she half-turned in Robert's direction and crooked her index finger in a 'come with me' gesture. The short hem of her baby doll nightie flounced as she skipped toward the bedroom she shared with her husband, and Robert was so fixated on Leonette's luminous beauty and fantastic body that he had disentangled from Margaery's equally voluptuous body without giving her so much as a backward glance. Sulkily, his squire turned and followed his master and Leonette to her bedroom. They'd be up all night, him grunting while she screamed and moaned, while poor Lancel was stuck out in the corridor keeping watch. It wasn't fair.

It was late morning, and the heavy curtains were drawn low over the windows. The only light came from the torch on the wall. The sheets were bunched up and sliding under her lithe, voluptuous frame, her body rocking back and forth on the bed with the motion of his hips.

Her breasts were rolling to and fro atop her torso, ponderously bouncing and jiggling as her body jerked back and forth. Her cheeks were rosy, and her mouth was open in a euphoric grin. She moaned orgasmically, sliding back and forth, the bed beneath creaking and scraping the floor, moved by the force of Robert's thrusting as he plowed Leonette Tyrell nee Fossoway.

The guest room was a little messy, a little untidy and disordered, and the smell of sex filled the air, thick and pungent, a smell of that was slightly sour, slightly musky. Their skin had a salty tang, a sheen of sweat that glistened in the faint, yellow light of the sunlight filtering in through the windows.

«Ohhhh, your grace!" she cried aloud, gasping deliriously. "Who else could have fit a lifetime of love making into one night! Ohhh, damn! This… is… better… than… !"

Her tone was lusty, and her expression bespoke enthusiasm. She bucked her hips, taking him up her cunt, feeling his cock ream her soft insides. Her ass slapped the bed, and her tits nearly smacked her chin, and she writhed sensuously beneath the King, gasping and groaning. Her eyes rolled in her sockets, and her body pitched and clapped against his.

Robert thrust in deep, and he shuddered. His body tensed, and he inhaled sharply, grunting as a shiver shot up his spine. His cock twitched inside the woman, feeling the delightful heat and moisture of her pussy, tightening as it pushed up with a hydraulic force.

Robert came inside her with a groan. The two of them were tangled together, staring into each other's eyes with a fierce, animal lust which this orgasm had done little to quench. Leonette's arousal gushed down her thighs, squirting and squelching around Robert's shaft as he churned her insides, pumping the contents of his balls up the length of his cock and out into Leonette's well used cunt, flooding her womb with his semen.

She smiled wide, her body flexing and quivering. Sweat shone on her skin, which was pink and ruddy with the flush of excitement. Her figure rippled and jiggled as she moaned deeply, delectably, turning her head this way and that. She gasped and trembled and tossed her head, arching her back and lifting her loins. Her body was tense and pulsing, and her pussy was tight and sopping. She clenched, milking his cock, rolling her hips and grinding herself eagerly upon him.

Then he pulled out of her, not completely, but enough to give her a little slack. He grabbed her hips, straddling her, and lifted her partly up. He raised her lower body up off the bed and shifted into a kneeling position. He slid his hands down to her thighs, and he grabbed her legs and pulled on them, tugging her back up onto his cock.

Leonette gasped, her legs splayed by Robert's body, her thighs furrowed by his tightening grip, by his fingers digging into her soft and womanly flesh. She felt him thrust back into her, using her legs like handlebars to steer and drive her body. Her form was tilted down, and her blood was rushing to her head. Her bosom rolled, tits shifting under their own considerable weight to drape over her chin, hanging in her face.

Robert redoubled his pace. He quickened his thrusting, pumping back and forth, going vigorously in and out of Leonette. They'd tipped Garlan off the bed who was still deeply unconscious and not due to awake for hours yet to make room, he was splayed on the ground completely unaware of what his wife was doing with the King. Robert reamed her, driving his cock up and down, thrusting it to and fro. Her ass bounced and quivered, her tits wobbling and nearly slapping her in the face. Her beautiful hair dragged over the bed and she hissed and scrabbled, gritting her teeth and grinning in the thrill of this intercourse. She felt Robert slam his cock deep inside her.

She felt his manhood plow her sex once again, cleaving to her and threatening to split her in half.

It drove her insane. He was fucking her raw. The King was fucking her raw. It was something even better than their first time, and she reveled in the ecstasy of their copulation, twisting and turning and squirming orgasmically as his cock churned her pussy and caused her to writhe. She gasped and exclaimed his name, crying aloud and imploring him to fuck her harder, harder, harder! Her eyes were rolling madly, and her mouth was gaping open as she expelled moan after moan after agonizing moan.

It was excruciating. It was exhilarating. It was heaven and hell rolled together in one.

It was a perfect pleasure, spiced with just a hint of shame and guilt.

She grinned all the wider to think of that, thinking of her poor husband who could never hope to give her anything like this.

«Fuck me! Ohhh, yes! Deeper! Harder! Mmmmm!»

She bucked her child-bearing hips, jerking her entire body and pushing up off the bed to drive herself harder against the King. She was panting and gasping and wheezing, groaning and whimpering and squealing.

And Robert did as she asked. He fucked her hard, and she took it with glee, rapturous in their intercourse. She felt his cock twitch and heard him grunt, and she felt him come inside her again.

He flooded her pussy, and she arched her back, writhing euphorically.

Then he pulled out, his cock slick and glossy with her moisture. His chest was heaving with labored breath, his face red and his body hot.

He let her ass drop back to the sheets.

Leonette moaned, then smiled, and she lifted herself into a kneeling position. She saw Robert leering at her impressive breasts, and she decided to put them to a productive use. Grabbing her tits, she lurched forward and plopped her bosom into Robert's lap. He slumped into a sitting position, and she got onto all fours, lifting her ass in the air and pressing her tits down around his cock.

She sandwiched his cock and bowed her head, looking appreciatively at his long, meaty, masculine dick. It was hot and thick and rigid, pulsing and throbbing and twitching in her cleavage. It was as solid as a stone pillar, but it smouldered and quivered with a surging vitality. She purred, admiring it, seeing the top of his erection standing above her breasts, rising up from her cleavage.

She bowed her head, craning her neck downward, and kissed Robert's cock head. Her eyes rolled blissfully, and then her lips parted, and her mouth started sliding down his length.

She took him into her. She gulped down his dick, nearly burying her face in her own bosom. She rocked her tits and bobbed her head, lewdly pleasuring the man, shamelessly servicing him with both her mouth and her tits. Her eyes rolled, her lips smacking, her tongue deftly flicking and swirling, coiling itself teasingly around his tip.

She rolled and rocked her bosom in his lap, groaning and slurping on his dick. She gave him a heavenly tit fuck and a rapacious blowjob, sucking him and sandwiching his manhood between her massive breasts. She felt the fullness in her belly, the tingling that lingered from his vigorous fucking of her pussy. Her face warmed, and she shivered excitedly. She moaned into Robert's cock, into her own bosom, and she bucked her hips, jerking her body and bobbing her head. Robert moaned, and his cock spasmed with a jolt of pleasure. He tensed and stiffened, then relaxed. His cock shuddered and shot out the first thick rope of semen. Knowing what to expect, she began to swallow furiously, trying to keep up with the incredible flow of hot, gooey jism hosing down her mouth. Each spurt almost completely filled her mouth, forcing her to chug the thick white seed on the double-time. The cum was dripping freely down her chin and landing

In creamy, milky-white drops on her breasts as she struggled to keep up with the deluge of virile royal cum. She moaned as yet another burst of hot, sticky seed painted the inside of her mouth, drenching it in the taste and feel, letting her savor the flavour of the thick, creamy fluid, reveling in the sheer volume of the delectable substance that only added to her delight. The King let out a final gasp as his climax petered out, the last few, weaker spurts emptying themselves into her, where they were swiftly swallowed with a purr.

Leonette adjusted her posture to lay across his legs, cradling his balls as she milked the last drops onto her tongue. She sucked slowly up to the tip, her tongue sweeping away that last, precious dollop before releasing him. She sat up onto her knees, her eyes sliding closed as she swished the cum around in her mouth, purring delightedly to herself as she savored it. She swallowed once, twice, three times, and opened her eyes, smiling contentedly at him and licking her lips. She wore a lusty, contented grin.

«Did you like that?» she asked him, her voice low and breathy. «Fuck,» Robert groaned in response. «That was… something else."

Leonette smiled and wiggled her hips. She swallowed and rose up, draping her arms over Robert. She straddled his lap and gently pushed him down, nudging him to lie, relaxed, on the bed beneath her. Then she lowered herself onto him, and his cock once more slid into her pussy. A noise of satisfaction slipped loose from her mouth.

With a shudder and a husky moan, Leonette began to rock her body, swinging her hips, pumping her cunt vigorously up and down on Robert's indefatigable shaft. Her ass bounced and quivered, and her breasts flattened on his pecs, spreading out like pancakes on his chest. She rolled her eyes euphorically, and she growled and greedily mashed her lips to Robert's, pressing their mouths tightly, hungrily together. He tasted the last traces of himself on her lips, and that only made him fuck her harder. She purred into his lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth, moaning and sinuously moving her body atop him.

The bed groaned beneath them, feebly protesting against the force of their copulation. Robert reached up and grabbed her ample breasts, digging his fingers deep into the soft, pillowy tissue. He kneaded the jiggling hills of flesh like dough, rolling them this way and that, languidly but purposefully working his way gradually to and fro over their expanse. He fondled her breasts, rubbing them and pinching her nipples, drowning his fingers in the cushy, pliable flesh of her tits.

Leonette thrust fast and hard, her body moving frantically in the excitement of sex. Robert met and matched her pace, pumping up and down, thrusting himself in and out of her. He squeezed her tits and tongue-fucked her mouth, making her shudder and moan and writhe atop him. He felt the heat of her pussy, and she felt the hardness of his cock. He bucked his hips and drove himself deep into her.

Leonette groaned, gasped, and came. Her pussy gushed, wetting Robert's navel. Her vaginal walls clamped down on him, clenching in their orgasmic deluge. She shuddered from head to toe and arched her back, breaking off the kiss and breathlessly, wildly throwing her head.

Robert came, his semen erupting into her as his cum filled her up.

With a groan, he slumped back down, relaxing on the bed. His skin was slick with sweat, and his face was rosy, his breathing deep and laborious.

He smiled contentedly up at the woman, who draped herself over him, collapsing in ecstasy.

She pressed his lips to his and they shared a wet and shameless kiss, lying there in a pleasant afterglow.

They caught their breath for a few minutes, resting and letting themselves recharge before resuming.

«Want to do it on the couch, next?» Leonette purred. «Yeah. That sounds fun.»

Robert answered as he squeezed her ass, causing the blonde to smile.

The eldest daughter of Winterfell had been quite intrigued upon receiving the Tyrell maid's invitation for tea. It was a surprise but not an entirely unexpected turn of events, especially when one considered how quickly the nobles of the Reach were gaining ground at court, and in the King's bed.

In the politics of the realm, access to the King and having influence with him was what truly mattered, and women had means at their disposal that men did not to acquire this clout. As Sansa was betrothed to his son, she was one of the rare women who had a permanent position and clear path of access to the King or was it the other way around and therefore one of the few women who the Tyrells needed to make a friend rather than a foe.

It was an unusual gathering to say the least. Margaery Tyrell had intended to only invite Sansa and her fellow northern concubines but also managed to get both Lady Talisa and Lady Melisandre to attend her little soiree as well. All women like Sansa, were women with secure positions at Court already, although the cunning Rose's intent could be read explicitly by the absence of Cerenna Lannister and courtesans like Shae and Ros.

Margaery was sitting beside her aunt, the lovely older woman smiling warmly. Her rich brown hair was tied up in a neat bun, the morning light drifting in to play across the strands. Her full lips were drawn in a friendly smile, and her chocolate-hued eyes sparkled from beneath the long, dark lashes. She was dressed in her usual attire, an elegant white dress embroidered with green and gold, not clingy, but still very flattering to her already fantastic figure. A fine lacy mesh

Revealed just a hint of bust, meant to tease and tantalize, but not scandalously so.

Margaery, however, was wearing a dress that could only be described as daring and non-traditional. Her hair was done up in an intricate plait, and her dress was very low-cut, giving a considerable view of her not-inconsiderable bosom, and her legs were left nicely exposed by the slits up either side, that made the other women all feel frumpish by comparison.

"I would like to express my gratitude once again for your kind invitation, Lady Margaery," Sansa said with a pleasant smile. The door opened, drawing her attention, and two handmaidens stepped in. One was a northern girl that Sansa thought she recognised; Lord Forrester's daughter, Mira, with a tray of small, delicate-looking pastries, a teapot, and two cups and saucers, the beautiful porcelain decorated with curling rose vines. The Reach didn't have a concept of 'simple and practical' it seemed.

"It is I who am grateful to all of you for accepting my invitation," Margaery replied warmly, flashing a brilliant smile.

"Personally, I feel that this conversation was long overdue. All of us share common interests and I would prefer that we all could get along rather than impede each other's paths."

Sansa smiled and laughed with the Reach women, accepting the tea while the Forrester maiden shifted uneasily, as if it pained her to stand upright. She was walking a little funny as well, and it wasn't difficult to guess what had caused it. The other one was the same, clearly too sore to be walking.

Margaery winked at Sansa, and made a slightly obscene gesture. Sansa giggled, covering her mouth as she did at the embarrassed looks on the handmaidens faces. Much to her own surprise finding out that she was having a great time. Margaery was charming, and even before her sexual awakening in the King's arms, Sansa would have likely found her a wonderful conversationalist. Margaery was

Enjoying herself as well as she found a newfound admiration for the formerly shy, innocent little girl who had blushed and nearly hyperventilated each time Robert had touched her. Somehow, the months had turned her as fiery as her hair.

"Garlan had been appointed as the Crown's next representative to Dorne. He departed this morning," Leonette said, largely looking presentable again.

"Somehow, I doubt you'll miss him much,» Wynafryd observed.

While at a glance it appeared to be just a ploy to get him out of the way so Robert could fuck his wife whenever he had the desire without the need to time it to Garland's schedule, it had gotten the Tyrells yet another royal appointment. The promised position on the Small Council hadn't materialised yet, but it seemed that the roses all but creaked under all the contracts and donors that they were accumulating.

"Wouldn't mind being in her position myself," Sansa added.

"Oh, he'll always have time for you." Margaery replied sincerely, offering a smile, and a plate of lemon cakes.

"After all, we all wish to serve the King loyally and diligently," she added.

"No, thank you, I don't care for sweets much, my lady. Be it food or words," Dacey said in a clipped tone when the tray was offered to her.

"What Lady Mormont is trying to say is that we are all curious to learn of your reason for convening this gathering," Wynafryd cut in, after the She-Bear's snarky remark, in hopes of keeping the atmosphere civil. "We all grown women here, let's not play childish games."

"There is that refreshing northern bluntness that we all have heard so much about," Lady Janna said with a chuckle.

"We aren't playing games, Lady Manderly. All we want is to have a civil conversation about all our roles and places in the capital," Leonette added politely. «We want to get to know you all, for that reason.»

Margaery went onto explain that like the Northern maidens, the women of the Reach were determined to prove their value to the King. And it was possible that these efforts could lead to unwanted hostilities among their factions. Thus, she hoped that they all could speak freely and reach a mutually beneficial agreement to keep peace within the court.

"Why create enemies when having friends is to everyone's benefit," the Maid of Highgarden said and received approving nods and smiles from her kinsmen along with Sansa whose prompting urged the others to reciprocate the friendly gestures.

It was all part of the plan, Sansa would be the one to bring her fellow northerners onboard, earning the trust of the Tyrells.

The quick rise of the Volantene healer among the King's inner circle was a fact of note and looking at her it wasn't hard to tell why, but Margaery took her as just another of her mistresses. The sole and most important difference being that she had access to the King as his 'Personal Healer', she was the Grand Maester in all but name.

That too was a good sign, if King Robert was amenable to that, she was more inclined to believe his offer of a place on the Small Council.

The Red Woman was another matter entirely and after learning of the King's new tricks from her Aunt Janna, the Tyrell maid surmised that letting a foreign Priestess gain to much influence could lead to potential problems down the road, especially with the Faith. Given that her mother was a Hightower by birth and their close connection to the Starry Sept along with the popularity of the Seven in the

Reach, it was prudent that they stay on good terms with the Faith. More so, if her royal ambitions were ever going to bear fruit. Still, powers had little bearing upon money, and the King would be swayed.

The gift that just keeps on giving is what Robert thought when he dwelled upon the arrival of the Tyrells at court. The last week had been exciting for Robert to say the least as he indulged himself with the gorgeous Tyrells beauties.

Between Margaery, Leonette and Janna, the King barely found time to spend with his other playmates. Instead of complaining about his absence from their beds, Sansa, Talisa and those of his other paramours who'd managed to sneak in had displayed themselves highly motivated to remind them of their value every chance they got.

Robert could only again give thanks to the Gods for the fate they seemed to have picked out for him, and for the powers and stamina, without which there was no way he would have been able to keep up with all of them. Any mortal man would have surely died from exhaustion.

Death by fucking, now that was something no one had heard much about and Robert had seen enough death to know that if there was a

Way to go that'd be the one to pick. Coming and going. That said, he meant to live a long while yet.

Robert was in his chambers, very much the room of a huntsman, with heads and other trophies mounted everywhere: heads of bear, of deer, of elk, of wildebeest, of cormorant. Between them were rowdy tapestries and sporting prints that Robert had commissioned over the years, or taken from the Eyrie or Storm's End to brighten up the place. Honestly, he didn't spend much time there, even before his fresh lease on life he'd usually spent his night in somebody else bed. But Margaery had sent him a note stating that a very special treat was awaiting him in his bedchamber.

No sooner had Robert entered the room, he was greeted by the sight of not one but three young and sensual Tyrell maids. It was Margaery's ladies-in-waiting and distant cousins – Elinor, Megga and Allana. The Rose of Highgarden had delivered on her promise of a delicious gift. What could be more appropriate from the stewards of the Reach than three freshly flowered beautiful maidens?

«Well, you could admire it,» Elinor teased her relatives, «or you could play with it, like me!» She grasped his huge dick in her hands, and all three girls tittered at the grumbling pleasure in his throat at the contact.

Allana and Megga joined her, and Elinor pulled back, letting them play with his cock as it swelled and engorged even further, thickening and lengthening as it rose, and they kissed and licked it, giggling and moaning as they worshiped their well-hung King's humongous, delicious dick. Their cunts quivered wetly, needily, as they did so.

Elinor reached into her bodice, pulling out a small vial of oil, and shouldered her way next to the two of them leaning over the King. As he watched, a grinning Elinor sandwiched his cock between both her own and Megga's beautiful breasts, pouring a small amount of warm oil onto his shaft, spreading it with a firm, twisting stroke that wrung a moan from his throat. Elinor locked eyes, first with Megga, then with

Allana, and raised her eyebrows, reaching up to squeeze her breasts around the King's throbbing flesh-spear.

Megga got the idea, and actually grinned at the other girl. She cupped her own breasts, squeezing them around the hot, pulsing cock and pressing them against Elinor's own, joining the other Lady- in-waiting in a smooth upward stroke with the twin pairs of tits.

Robert Baratheon could swear he was having the most spectacular dream of his life, if the pain from biting his lip didn't tell him otherwise. They rearranged themselves so that Allana could join in again, all three of the young, nubile women had their perfect breasts squeezed around his cock and were sliding the huge slab of flesh in and out of their combined cleavage enthusiastically. Robert gripped the sheets in his hands, balling them up as he adjusted his hips slightly, giving the girls a better angle to work. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight; Elinor, eyes closed as she smiled and panted softly, gliding the firm embrace of her breasts up and down his shaft; Megga, perfect white teeth sunk adorably into her delicate lower lip, her tresses disheveled as she kept time with Elinor, Allana enthusiastically using her hands more than her breasts, which shouldn't quite encompass him, their delectable racks pumping his shaft in perfect unison.

Elinor moaned in her throat softly. She'd thought this was a good idea when she started, with Margaery having provided her with a few… tips, but she never imagined it would feel so… good. The King's mighty cock was huge and hard and hot between her breasts, and it felt heavenly against her skin as it slid between the supple mounds. Even more surprising, and a little unnerving, were the rhythmic jolts of pleasure she got when she pressed against Megga to better squeeze the shaft. In their position, their nipples were pressed right into each other, and they were both erect from the situation and the stimulation earlier. Each brush sent a little electric thrill through Elinor.

She opened her eyes to look at the other girl, wondering if she felt the same thing. She'd never experimented with a woman before,

Although she'd had… fantasies, about Margaery. Should she try to ignore the sensation of the other girl's nipples brushing so deliciously against her own, and focus on the King? Allana, with her smaller breasts, wasn't so distracted, and was focusing instead on a more pleasant thought; sealing her lips over Robert's substantial cockhead lovingly, sucking on the swollen mushroom of flesh eagerly as the three pairs of breasts – Elinor's, Megga's and her own caressed the towering shaft.

Robert let out a gasp, and Elinor purred to herself, knowing that she was never going to get tired of that sound, and gloating that it was her that had elicited it from the handsome King, though she supposed it was also the others. She moved in closer, and Megga followed her lead the way she always had, licking along the shaft in time to her own motions, sucking along the underside in loving, wet slurps. Megga cooed as she ran her tongue along one thrumming vein slowly. Allana continued to suck the head triumphantly, while doing her best to rub him in long strokes. This was quite possibly the most erotic situation she'd ever be in, and it was her first time. Even knowing it wasn't really HER moment, but split three ways couldn't ruin this for her. In fact, the competitive aspect seemed to add a whole new thrill to this, the fact that she could beat the other two girls at this most precious of games.

Elinor squeezed her breasts tighter around the slick, pulsing giant of male flesh, sucking hard on the underside as she wriggled her tongue against the skin. She felt Robert's' hand settle on her head, and she mentally crowed in triumph as his fingers threaded into her sweat-damp hair. The beautiful brunette growled around the swollen, spongy flesh in her mouth as Elinor intensified her efforts, only to be somewhat pacified as a healthy spurt of warm, sticky pre deposited its delectable flavour on her tongue, and Robert's' fingers gently brushed her hair out of her eyes before settling on the crown of Megga's head, stroking her hair softly.

Her lips twisted into a smile, distended as they were around the massive shaft, and she took him deeper, her tongue lashing furiously

As her mouth engulfed him, managing to get down to the point where his cock was swallowed up by a bountiful sextet of breasts. Robert hissed, his breath rushing out through his clenched teeth.

His musings about death by sex seemed less absurd, with the three of them! But what a way to go…

Robert felt his climax coming over the horizon. He had to commend Margaery again for her delightfully devious ideas, and he was reminded just how much he adored this beautiful Tyrell. Any further thought he might have had was obliterated as an explosion of pleasure ripped through his body, his muscles tensing and convulsing sharply as his shaft swelled and erupted.

Allana groaned in utter delight as the first massive spurt of thick, creamy seed drenched the inside of her mouth, painting it in the sweet-salty flavour of the King of Westeros. She swallowed greedily, just in time to catch the next massive deluge of gooey, ropey creamy delight fountain out of the tremendous shaft in her mouth. She sucked and licked even as she gulped, savoring the feeling of the warm jism as it traveled down her throat and settled as a lazy warmth in her stomach. She worked her breasts around the pulsing shaft, trying to coax more out, even though she could barely keep up as it was. Again, and again her throat bobbed, sticky wads of Robert's hot cum flowing down her gullet, the flow so copious and so forceful that it was beginning to trickle out past her lips, now. She shivered in delight as the creamy white warmth drizzled onto her breasts, feeling heavenly against her skin. She felt Elinor and Megga lap up a few drops that made it past, before lying back blissfully.

"Grant us the pleasure of serving you, your grace?" Allana asked with a lustful stare in her eyes as the dark-haired Stormlord rubbed his cock with her hand until Elinor was done.

Elinor was pulled onto Robert's lap and the brunette kissed Robert heatedly. Her arms snaked around his neck and her strong legs scissored around his waist. Her thighs were lovely and Robert cupped her ass as she lifted up.

With one fluid motion, Elinor impaled herself down onto Robert's cock. She closed her eyes; her hymen had already been ruptured by one of the instruments that the elder Tyrell women had used to train the young maidens but this was the first time that a real cock went inside her. And what a cock it was, it was thick and throbbing as her walls were stretched out. It thrust into her and caused her pleasure to heat up a few degrees.

"Yes, oh, yes, that's it, you know how to make a man feel good," Robert panted as he grabbed her tits as she impaled herself upon him and he thrust back into her dripping wet centre.

"I need this in me, every day," Elinor stated as she flickered her eyes and kept riding his cock. His cock appeared and disappeared in her, her lips wrapping around him as she bounced up and down. All of his shaft was nearly out of her before it slammed down into her pussy inserting it back in her, stretching her walls out. The blonde rode him with great fury, their hips meeting and a blur coming off as she picked up the pace.

Elinor panted and whimpered as his thick cock went into her, stretching out her walls. She grabbed him around the back of the neck and the blonde worked him into her, her walls tightening around him. She slammed herself up and down on his thick pole, riding him like a cowgirl.

Allana flipped Megga over and her ass was presented in the air. The dark-haired girl spanked Megga hard as she was bound to the bed which caused her to scream out loud in passion and her pussy to drip with fluids from the actions.

This tantalizing sight was enough to make Robert use a new trick that he had developed during his training sessions with Melisandre.

"Don't be alarmed girls, I'm going to use a new trick that I recently picked up. Your fellow cousins may have told you of my mastery of occult powers, now you get to witness them first hand," the King

Informed them before producing a mirror image copy that appeared before the perfectly willing pussy of Megga.

"BY THE SEVEN…" "FATHER SAVE US…" "AHHH…"

The young maidens had looks of shock and fear upon their faces to accompany their panicked cries. But Robert calmed them down soon enough, using his mental powers to replace those thoughts of fear with one of awe and desire. And they were ready to fuck yet again.

He could not do more than one copy for now but as he got stronger, he would be able to do more.

The King's copy grabbed Megga around the hips.

"Give her your entire cock, your grace, brutalize that tight little cunt," Allana remarked as she made Megga eat her out. She closed her eyes and ran her hands down the golden blonde locks.

Robert did not need much further encouragement, he grabbed Megga around the waist and speared into her from behind.

"MOTHER HAVE MERCY!" Megga screamed as her maidenhead was pierced by the massive member.

The copy's cock drilled into Megga at great speed and the blonde moaned rather loudly. Her wall tight walls wrapped around his throbbing prick and Robert picked up the pace, his balls slapped off of her thighs.

Megga gripped the sheets and allowed his cock to slam into her several times. The blonde breathed heavily as more time passed. There was not much that she could do vocally although she did remember the telepathic link to Robert.

'Yes, yes, my King, punish me, I'm your…. I'm yours and my pussy belongs to you,' Megga thought to herself as she licked and slurped the pussy that was under her face. 'It belongs to you and Allana.'

Robert slammed his throbbing cock into Megga's tightening pussy from behind and the blonde breathed. He watched Allana get her pussy licked out by the blonde before.

"Get her….to cum for a few more times, then it's my term to have you in me," Allana panted as Megga's talented mouth and tongue worked into her.

Megga used every trick that she could to get Robert to cum before she did three more times, because she wanted his reward in her.

Elinor bounced up and down as Robert continued to play with her bouncing breasts. He cupped them in his hands and sent pleasure jolts through them. The blonde bounced higher and felt the pleasure continue to course through her.

"Oh, that's the best," Robert breathed as she speared herself down onto his throbbing member and continued to bounce up and down at super speed.

The Demon of the Trident pressed his face between her breasts. Elinor breathed in heavily as she felt her super powered pussy tightened and fluids drained down her pussy to lubricate him. The King pushed in between her and he continued to pick up a certain pace, which made her feel rather good. The more he worshipped her tits like they were a deity, the wetter that she got, and the more she wanted to take his throbbing cock into her.

Robert smothered his face between Elinor's enormous tracts of land. If he died between these two breasts, then he thought that he would have a really awesome death that no one could honestly top. The brunette rode him with great vigour and picked up a steady pace as she squeezed her pussy together and milked his probing cock. She bounced up and slammed down onto him.

Megga whined as her version of Robert speared into her but at the final time, he managed to break. She was pleased that the copy had shot his cum into her which sealed the deal, feeling a good amount of smug satisfaction that she beat Allana to it.

She popped up and smiled at Allana.

"Take that, cousin!" Megga breathed with a smile on her face as Robert pulled out and the two of them licked the honey from Megga's face.

"No, I'd prefer to take the King's cock in me," Allana responded as she rubbed him and felt his throbbing manhood. She moved towards him and Robert's copy soon joined her.

The Robert fucking Elinor could feel every sensation that his dupe felt but thankfully he was able to block most of that. If he ever got the point where he was fucking twelve different women with twelve different copies, that might be rather overwhelming for him but that was not the point. The point was that he felt his cock wrapped around Elinor's tight pussy and the brunette speared herself up and down on him, riding him.

At the same time, Robert's copy cupped Allana's breasts, before his cock aimed to her centre and he slammed into her.

"YES!" Allana screamed as she threw her head back and Robert grabbed her breasts before he pumped into her.

The slow strokes at first paved way the harder thrusts into her pussy. The dark-haired Tyrell cousin lost her mind and lost herself in the passions of his throbbing member beating into her from behind.

Allana swayed back and forth against him as she turned a bit. She wanted to look into his eyes as he fucked her. He pulled out momentarily and then he pushed into her. Both embraced each other tightly, the friction delicious as they swayed back and forth.

Allana made noises of lust and desire as she clawed the back of Robert like an animal in heat. Every single nerve ending tingled with the pulses of pleasure and she closed her eyes as she threw her head back. The bond would be sealed after Robert came inside her. She rocked back and forth, slamming their hips together to increase the fun.

Robert bit down on her shoulder and cupped her breasts, which drove this minx completely wild. She panted heavily as she contracted her pussy muscles around his throbbing prick. There was a scream of pleasure as Allana pushed herself up and sank down onto him once again.

"That's it, that's it, more," Allana encouraged him as she watched to rub herself raw with his cock.

Robert sped up into her and nailed her with, taking care not to break the delicate maid into two.

Elinor was a blur, determined to finish off the main version of Robert. The brunette felt her walls tighten around him as she closed her eyes. She put her hands down on his shoulder and pumped down onto him, using her pussy to tighten around his throbbing cock. The King pushed into her and kept up the pace.

"So close," both versions of Robert stated, the copy was reaching the end of his shelf life, it was a temporary one, made for spur of the moment sex, not meant to be long lasting.

"Then cum," Elinor stated with him in a coo as she reached over to finger Megga's pussy, as she was tied on the bed without relief.

Elinor dug some of Robert's seed out of Megga's pussy and fed it to herself.

Robert got off on watching this sexual dream eat his seed, it was so hot and his balls throbbed with desire as he pushed up against her.

Allana and Robert rocked back and forth. Her walls tightened around him and she threw her head back. Her eyes flickered over with a moment of desire and she milked his incoming thrusts as his member buried deeper into her snug pussy.

Everyone reached their climax, with Robert channeling a bolt of pleasure magic into Megga who screamed and soaked the bed with her fluids.

Robert unleashed his fluids into Allana's waiting pussy. She grabbed him tightly, to milk every single last drop of cum that he had out of him. There were several long thrusts as rope after rope of creamy delight was emptied into Allana's waiting and willing pussy. She tightened her legs around him with a force that could crush a car and threw her head back.

Elinor's tightened pussy drained Robert of everything that he had. She was driven to another spectacular orgasm with her lover merely touching her nipples.

"So how was that?" Robert asked as he laid back on the bed and all three girls hovered over him.

"We're just getting warmed up," Megga stated as she licked her lips. And the quartet resumed their carnal games.

Robert was lazily lounging in his desk chair, nursing a goblet of wine enjoying a quiet moment. After the marathon fuck session with the Tyrell cousins, even he needed to re-hydrate and catch his breath.

Especially after experimenting with his new double technique. It was a severe drain on his stamina but the pleasure was well worth it.

Though his fatigued state was nothing in comparison to the girls who

Had to be practically carried out of his chambers and back to their rooms with the aid of his trusted guards.

His bedchamber was in a sorry state, the crumpled and stained sheets along with the dishevelled states of the furniture helped paint a picture of the insane level of debauchery that had earlier occurred in here.

Though he should have remembered that nothing lasts for long and his tranquil quiet was disrupted as the door of his bedchamber flew open and the golden-haired harpy, he called his wife entered his room, spewing her usual venom.

"You miserable bastard! How dare you even think about setting me aside!" Cersei screeched in a tone that caused his head to ache.

His bitch of a wife continued to rave and rant about some nonsense of him setting her aside, causing him to frown in confusion. Robert knew that someone must have put this insane idea into her small head, but to what end was the question that perplexed him.

"So which whore are you planning to crown, is it the northern slut Sansa or perhaps the grasping Rose harlot? It's the Tyrell whore, isn't it?" Cersei asked accusingly. "What she and her family of whores throw themselves at you and you decide to pay them back with a crown."

Robert would have to speak with Talisa about upping Cersei's dosage since the current amount was clearly not enough. It had been many moons since he had seen her in one of these moods, the Essosi drugs spiked into her meals and wine had managed to keep her calm and docile despite all the insults and humiliations that he had heaped on her over the past year, until now that is.

"Listen to me you drunken oaf, it's bad enough that you cuckhold your heir but if you think that I will allow you to humiliate me and give my Joffrey's birth right to the Reach whore and whatever mongrel bastard that's probably growing in her cursed womb, you are sorely

Mistaken," Cersei yelled in fury and proceeded to level threats of war and retribution at him, reminding him of her father's reputation and power.

"SILENCE!" Robert growled in fury after he could no longer endure another moment of Cersei's insane ranting.

"First of all, this rumor of me setting you aside is just that a rumor, so cease your whining woman," Robert said in calm voice that failed to hide his simmering anger. "And as for this talk of humiliating one's spouse and stealing birth rights, you don't have any ground to stand on, my dear wife."

The color drained from Cersei's face as Robert informed her that he knew about her relationship with the Kingslayer and the true parentage of his supposed children.

"Robert… Lies… Nonsense…." Cersei stuttered pathetically, denying his claims, only for Robert to silence by informing her that he was not going to reveal the secret.

"When Cersei? When did you start to hate me or was it that you always despised me? To commit treason of this magnitude, you'd have to be either insane or filled with hate and anger to the brim," Robert questioned in a quiet voice, the fury and anger long dissipated from within him.

"Hate you! You fool, I worshipped you," his wife said with a hollow chuckle and narrated the story of their wedding day.

Of how she had been filled with joy and pride at becoming the wife of the mighty Demon of the Trident, only to have that joy turn to ash after Robert whispered Lyanna's name in her ear after their drunken bedding.

"But if you want to know the real moment that I decided to cuckhold you, it was after the death of our first-born son who had died shortly after the birth," Cersei said with grief colouring her voice as she

Relived that cursed day. "Instead of sharing my grief and comforting each other, you promptly headed off to fuck a whore or a hunt a boar, our child's death barely registered with you."

Hearing her words, Robert felt something that he had not felt in a long time, shame. Cersei was right, he was a shitty husband and father.

"You're right, Cersei," Robert replied and explained that after losing Lyanna, he had become a broken man who salved his wounds with wine and whores.

The two of them spent hours talking as Robert shared his own sorrowful memories with her and vice versa. By the end of it, both of them realized that in sixteen years of marriage this was the first time that they had shared a meaningful conversation.

"So, now what?" Cersei inquired as poured herself a glass of wine.

Robert told her that her secrets were safe with him, the realm did not need to be pulled into another war of succession after more than a decade of peace. And don't worry, you need not fear either. I figure if I am entitled to my fun, then so are you. Although, you need to be very discreet and no more bastards.

He also told her that his brothers seem to have their suspicions regarding the children, but promised that he would quash any rumours and talks as long as she abided by their agreement.

His decision was surprising to her, to say the least and she almost thanked him before realizing his game.

"You sneaky bastard, Joffrey will stay you heir while you bed his future wife and ensure that your bastard takes the throne after him," Cersei said with a grudging smirk.

"You know me well, my love," Robert said mockingly and soon the two of them broke out into laughter.

"Well, you best stay in good health for the time being at least. The last thing that I need is to deal with your idiot brothers while the try to steal my son's throne," Cersei said and explained her fears regarding Stannis and Renly who have always despised her and her family.

"You really getting old, Robert. Three little girls managed to exhaust you, there was a time that you could fuck an entire whorehouse and still be revved up," Cersei teased him after he explained the reason behind the chamber's sorry state upon her inquiry.

"Now listen up woman, I'm still a demon in the sheets," Robert claimed proudly, causing Cersei to saunter towards him sexily.

"Well, why don't you prove it?" Cersei said in a challenging tone as she ran her hand down Robert's chest with a smile, before she brushed her fingers lightly against his abs. "After all, we wouldn't want anything to happen to you. At least, not anytime soon for the matter."

Cersei leaned down so she was face to face with Robert, their noses touched, although their lips did not quite meet just yet. It was close but not quite completely making contact.

"So, I'm going to give you a thorough going over," Cersei added with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she ran her hands down Robert's body and smiled before she reached down below his waist and fished out his manhood. "Just to make sure that you are in good health."

Cersei cupped his crotch with her hand and then she slowly started to stroke his member. She spat on his cock, leading to a great deal of lubrication. The blonde ran her hand up and down his member, seeing it erect. She studied it intently, watching every vein, every twitch, every bit of it and Cersei barely held back the drool that was bubbling from her lips. The blonde used her tongue to work his member, licking it up and down.

"You seem to be in good order so far, Robert," Cersei commented as she continued to lick him and looked up, before she placed his cock in her mouth and sucked on it. The blonde brought his cock down her throat and it hit the back of her throat. She then brought it nearly out of her mouth again before she slowly rammed it into the back of her throat. She expertly deep-throated him.

"Damn Cersei, so good," Robert breathed as he reached forward and began to undo her dress, sliding it down. She sat sucking his cock in nothing but a skimpy white bra that showed her nipples poking out from behind them and a white thong where the material very stretched around the crotch.

"I know," Cersei replied as she slurped his cock, taking it down her throat.

She cupped his balls lovingly and continued to suck and slurp on his cock for everything that she was worth. The blonde took more and more of his length down her throat, using her tongue to stimulate his member and rubbed his balls with her fingers, the blonde really took him.

The humming proved to be Robert's undoing after fifteen straight minutes of skilled suction. His balls tightened and he sent creamy delight down Cersei's throat. The blonde sucked up the cum happily.

She pulled back and swished it around in her mouth.

"Tastes divine," Cersei purred before she licked her lips. "And it seems to be in working order."

She swallowed it before she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. A pair of round breasts with erect nipples popped up to greet Robert. She turned around and slowly pulled her thong off to reveal her perfect ass and wet pussy for him completely. She wore nothing but the pair of white stockings that covered her feet and legs nicely.

"You look a bit famished," Cersei commented and poked her head outside the door ensuring that nude form was hidden behind the door, asking the guards to fetch something from the kitchens.

After a short while, there was a knock on the door and Cersei opened it and brought in a platter that had been left at the doorstep.

"A King needs to eat well to stay big and strong," his wife said as placed the platter on the bed and moved her foot towards his manhood.

She brushed his cock with her stocking clad foot as she stated the words big and strong while Robert glanced towards the platter and saw that it contained strawberries and a bowl of whip cream, along with a banana.

"How about a snack?" Cersei stated as she continued to stroke his throbbing phallus with the sole of her foot, the blonde's grin growing wider as she worked her over.

She unpeeled the banana and stroked Robert's cock with her stocking clad feet. His cock twitched and he groaned as she teased him.

"Cersei," Robert breathed as Cersei unpeeled the banana and licked her lips, before she ran her tongue down to the banana.

"Your food must be of good quality, must be checked for ripeness. We can't have the King of Westeros dining on inferior food," Cersei stated as she licked her tongue down the banana before she took the whip cream and coated some of it on the banana, covering it in cream.

Robert reached forward and cupped her breasts as she stroked him with her feet. The blonde moaned before she placed the banana in her mouth. She tipped her head back and nibbled on the banana, eating it and the blonde continued to chew it, before the piece broke

Off into her mouth. She rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue, the blonde giving him a show.

"I think that I'll have my snack, right there," Robert responded as he dipped his fingers into her pussy and pushed in and out of her, causing Cersei to moan as she deep-throated the banana and stroked his cock with her feet.

"Yes, yes," Cersei breathed as she ate the banana slowly and seductively with the blonde closing her eyes tightly.

Robert brought his fingers out and slowly tasted her which got Cersei all hot and bothered. The blonde reached forward and used the cream to smear her tits with it. It dripped down her breasts and Robert watched her as she reached forward to the platter, taking one of the strawberries.

The blonde took the strawberry and ran it down her tits off of the cream, before she slowly scrapped it across the juice that dribbled down her thighs. She popped one of the strawberries into her mouth and slowly ate it, closing her eyes as she nibbled onto it, with an erotic moan escaping her lips.

"Do you want one?" Cersei asked as she bit down on her lip and eyed Robert, seduction dripping from her voice as she kept her eyes on him and Robert nodded his head, he could not believe his luck but yes, he wanted a piece of that.

She dipped the strawberry on the cream on her breasts, dragging it over her before she popped it into his mouth. Robert chewed onto it as she slowly stroked him some more with her feet but stopped.

Cersei alternated between feeding herself strawberries and feeding Robert strawberries, dipping them into her pussy and then onto her cream covered chest, for a few more minutes and saw Robert's throbbing cock grow wider.

She spun around, on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass invitingly towards him. Robert grabbed her hips to take the invitation and prepared to take his wife.

Cersei closed her eyes and screamed out loud, seeing his cock spear into her from behind. His cock pushed into her from her dripping wet hole, going slow at first, teasing her.

"Now it's my turn," Robert breathed as he grabbed her breasts, the remaining whip cream dripping from them and he plunged into her from behind with a series of steady strokes.

"Yes," Cersei responded as she bit down on her lip and felt his cock pump into her from behind and she sucked on his fingers slowly, spearing the pleasure to an entirely new level.

Robert sped up his thrusts, stretching the walls of her tight and hot pussy. It wrapped around him nicely and Robert picked up the pace, slamming into her. His balls slapped against her thighs as he sped up the pace, kicking things up.

His hands rolled over her breasts and she panted with a lustful moan, with the blonde closing her eyes and bit down on it. The blonde felt him tear her up inside and her orgasm heated up, as he speared into her several times from behind.

"Like that, don't you?" Robert grunted as he pushed his cock between her legs as it pushed in and out of her. Cersei moaned lustfully as he continued to work into her.

"Yes, Robert, like, more, please, fuck," Cersei encouraged him in a stream of incoherent babbling that showed how much she loved this cock working into her. The blonde pushed herself back and felt it push into her.

He reached around and cupped her breast in his hand, before he pinched her nipple and caused her to squeeze him with her pussy.

The blonde got excited as he picked up a steady pace into her, burying his cock deep into her dripping chambers.

"Fuck me, yes, fuck me," Cersei panted as he pushed into her.

"Anything you want, anything for my loving wife," Robert responded as he continued to slam into her before he grabbed her hair, something that she enjoyed. The Lioness closed her eyes and felt the pleasure going into her. "So, am I in peak physical condition?"

"Yes, very much so," Cersei breathed as he continued to work a steady path into her, his thrusts burying himself deeper into her tight pussy, the cock nailing into the back of her while she squeezed him with her inner muscles to ensure that his climax was going to be memorable.

She felt the orgasm cut through her body and felt another explosion rock her body. It was amazing and she came down from it, biting down on her bottom lip as Robert plowed into her dog style.

Robert felt this warm pussy wrapped around his throbbing cock. He got more intense with each passing moment nailing her harder and harder, with the force of a battering ram. The powerful thrusts got louder and the already worn out bed was about to give out.

Robert wrapped his arms around her and Cersei grabbed the headboard so he could fuck with more intensity. The blonde MILF closed her eyes and shrieked to the heavens his thrusts nailing deeper and deeper into her.

"Yes, more!" Cersei cried out lustfully and he gave her even more, he gave her everything that she could handle. Robert grabbed her hips and plowed into her with the thrusts that drilled his member deep into her.

Robert was so close to cumming but he did not want to explode just yet, not while he was enjoying being balls deep into this blonde goddess. She was no Lyanna, but by the Gods if she had shown

Such enthusiasm all those years ago, then perhaps today the state of his marriage might have been different. He picked up the pace even more and slammed his thick rod between her pussy lips.

Cersei bit down on her lip and moaned hotly, before Robert plowed into her a few more times, before his balls tightened and he sent jet after jet of warm cum into her. Both saw stars as Robert splashed cum into Cersei's womb. The hot spray of cum filled her up and Cersei bit down on her lip as her pussy milked him dry.

Robert settled down on the bed and Cersei threw herself onto his lap before she began to kiss him passionately. Her mouth tasted of strawberries and whipped cream, a delight. The sexy Lioness rubbed up and down on his crotch to get the necessary friction to prepare for the inevitable invasion of her by Robert's massive member.

After a few moments of getting Robert hard, Cersei pushed herself up.

"YES!"

Cersei slammed herself onto Robert's throbbing member, impaling herself on it and she rocked up before she drove herself down onto him again. The blonde rocked onto him and brought her tight hips down onto his throbbing member. She rocked down onto him, riding his member and the blonde threw her head back with a soft moan.

Robert summoned his sexual energy pulses to roll them down Cersei's body and the blondes shrieked in delight as he pleasured her with his magical energy. The blonde bounced higher and slammed down onto his pelvis higher. Robert matched her frenzied motions, both of them working up a pretty good sweat. He closed his eyes before he moaned heavily and Cersei leaned down, before she captured Robert's lips in another sexually charged kiss.

Robert made his way and grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it. She squealed into his mouth and bounced higher before she brought her hips down onto him.

"Oh, you're sensitive there, huh?" Robert said to her as the he pinched her nipples and tweaked them to accelerate the sensations.

"Yes," Cersei panted while ramming herself down onto him repeatedly, with both of them feeling the intensity of the motions.

She pushed herself back and allowed Robert to sit up to bury his face between her tits, licking and sucking at the flesh. The sexy Lioness worked her hips down onto him, his cock devoured by her pussy as she continued to bounce upon him. Their organs meeting each other was a blur and Robert bit down on one of her nipples, which caused the erotic atmosphere to get more intense between the two of them.

"Oh, take me," Cersei breathed heavily as he buried his nose within her tits and lapped up the delights with all he could muster. The blonde closed her eyes and threw her head back with a lustful moan as she slammed her hips down on him hard. She bounced higher and higher as he sucked on her.

He rolled their position so that he was now on top of Cersei. Her legs were up in the air next to his shoulders and Robert pinned her down before he began to fuck her at great speed to the point where the bed was threatening to give away once again. He did not care; he kept the momentum steady and he pressed his mouth onto hers for a searing kiss as he picked up the pace. She felt so much pleasure rolled over her that she could hardly stand what Robert was doing to her.

"Yes, more, yes, more, always, more!" Cersei panted heavily and Robert slowed down his thrusts which caused her to whine.

Then without warning he slammed into her a few more times hard and the two reached their peak after a while.

Robert knew that he was about there and he knew that Cersei was at the peak once again. Her breathing became rather labored and he staved off his orgasm until she came. As her pussy clenched him

From her own spectacular orgasm, Robert really let her have it, thrusting into her until he came undone.

His balls exploded and sent the pleasure down into her womb, sending rope after rope of his hot sticky cum into her chambers. Cersei clenched him tightly as he slammed into her, drawing a few more ropes of his seed.

They came down from their explosion, collapsing in each other's arms, fulfilled.

«Perhaps, we can reach a new arrangement so that we both stay happy,» Cersei whispered in Robert's ear as she snuggled into him.

A wide grin broke upon the King's face as his wife elaborated on her suggestion and for the first time in sixteen years, Robert felt affection towards his wife. A feeling that he was certain was now rowing on both sides.