A Discovery Pt. 2

So, Margaery takes the high road, once they're both back on their feet.

"You should have, but we all make mistakes. Just try to keep an eye out on where you're going in the future."

The servant, keeping her eyes down and her gaze appropriately averted, bobs her head at that, her foreign accent very pronounced as she stares at the ground.

"Y-Yes, Your Grace. You are very wise, Your Grace, v-very merciful…"

Margaery just smiles beatifically at that. It's exactly the sort of image she's trying to convey, after all. Not once does either of them bring up Margaery's fault in the matter, given that the young Queen had been just as distracted and moving just as fast as the servant when they collided. Of course not, even if Margaery had contributed to them hitting each other, she was the Queen and this other woman was little more than a servant. It was the duty of those who were not royalty to always make way FOR royalty when the opportunity presented itself, so in that, Margaery had done absolutely nothing wrong.

Still, being magnanimous cost her nothing. And in fact, perhaps the servant could help her…

"Actually, now that I have you here, I find myself a bit lost. I'm looking for the Queen Mother, you see. Have you perhaps laid eyes upon Queen Cersei yet today?"

The servant blinks at that, still keeping her gaze averted, wringing her hands together in front of her.

"A-Ah, Queen Cersei? Yes, Your Grace, I just passed her in the hall on the way here, Your Grace. She was heading back to her rooms for a short rest, Your Grace."

Margaery's smile becomes a bit more fixed at that, as inwardly she curses. Damn it all! She'd been so close, but it seemed that either by design or by happenstance, Cersei had left before she'd arrived. In all fairness, it was entirely possible that the older woman had finished with whatever it was she was doing in the Royal Gardens and then moved on while the information that she was even there had finally made it to Margaery's ears. Such information was always going to be time sensitive.

Still, she couldn't help but be annoyed. Luckily, she had this woman in front of her. Taking the servant by the arm, Margaery gives her a sweet smile as she turns and begins to walk with her, back the way the young Queen had originally come.

"Walk with me. I grow concerned about my Mother-in-Law. Tell me, how did she seem to you, when you passed her? What might you have heard of her of late?"

Of course, unbeknownst to Margaery Tyrell, even as she walks off arm in arm with Shae the Whore, the Queen Mother is actually far closer than she thinks… far, far closer.

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When Margaery and Shae collide, the former is only a few feet away from noticing Cersei Lannister, hidden behind a thin hedge of rose bushes within the Royal Garden. She's only a few feet away from seeing the Queen Mother's extremely lewd visage as Podrick Payne pounds into her from behind, as he slams home into her cunt again and again while fucking her standing up.

The Lannister Queen looks like quite the sight, though Margaery never lays eyes on her. Bent over slightly, Cersei's dress has been hiked up and bunched together at the waist, exposing her long, shapely, creamy legs, as well as her juicy wet cunt and her fat, pale derriere. Podrick has his hands hooked on the inside of her elbows as he slams his absolutely massive cock home into said juicy wet cunt, again and again, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the air.

If Margaery hadn't run into Shae, or more accurately, if Shae hadn't purposefully collided with Margaery on Pod's orders, than the young Queen would likely have heard Podrick and Cersei fucking just a moment later, that's how close they were to being found out. While he'd had his way with both Shae and Cersei, and that had somehow been working out for him so far, Podrick had no illusions about what Margaery Tyrell was like, or at least, what he thought she was like. He didn't want her finding out what he'd done to her Mother-in-Law or to Shae, put bluntly.

So, Shae had been sent as a distraction. But Podrick, his inhibitions thoroughly relaxed and loosened by this point in time, was not willing to stop fucking Cersei while Shae handled Margaery. He might not have wanted the young Queen to discover what he was doing with the Queen Mother, but at the same time, he found himself not caring all that much… essentially, it was okay if it worked out that way. He'd had a good run, he figured.

Yes, Podrick Payne had been living life dangerously ever since Jaime abandoned him, really. Any sensible man would have absconded from King's Landing by now, be it to elsewhere in Westeros to perhaps make his way as a quasi-hedge knight, or across the Narrow Sea to try and seek his fortunes as a mercenary in the Free Cities of Essos.

Podrick hadn't decided if he wanted to do either of those things quite yet, so far now, he remained in King's Landing, and more importantly, he maintained his access to the Red Keep. Mostly because no one in actual power had decided to do anything about him yet. Probably because everyone that wasn't Cersei was still expecting CERSEI to do something about him, while Cersei herself was… well, doing her absolute best to not moan like the wanton whore he'd broken her down into as her rival for Queen hood stood only a few feet away from them.

Shae and Margaery's conversation was certainly loud enough along with the rest of the sounds of nature that filled the Royal Gardens, that the sound of flesh smacking against flesh and Podrick fucking Cersei's cunt from behind was drowned out by their speech. But both Cersei and Pod knew that the moment the Queen Mother let out a moan or a cry of pleasure or a scream of ecstasy, Margaery would hear, and the jig would be up.

Once again, Podrick just didn't care quite enough to actually take any measures beyond what he'd already done in sending Shae out there. The mind broken, cock hungry whore was under strict orders to distract and then lead the young Queen away from the Royal Gardens with all haste, lest she not get a taste of Pod's cum later that night, as she'd been promised.

But if Cersei wanted to cry out in ecstasy and ruin everything for herself, well, Pod wasn't about to stop her. Instead, the blonde lioness is forced to stop herself, forced to press her lips tightly together and bite her tongue as she does her absolute best to contain the noises he's threatening to force from her mouth with every thrust into her cunt, with every pistoning motion of his big, fat, bitch-breaking prick.

Luckily for Cersei, after Shae delivers that lie about the Queen Mother's whereabouts, Margaery seems to buy it and give up finding the lioness in the gardens as a lost cause. She even does Shae's work for her, taking the whore by the arm and beginning to lead her away with all sorts of questions about the blonde woman being summarily FUCKED mere feet away from her.

This turns out to be very lucky for Cersei indeed, because as Margaery and Shae step away, Cersei orgasms, and though she's able to bite her tongue hard enough to contain her blissful cries, she has no way of containing the pussy juices that squirt out from around Podrick's massive, cunt-stretching member as they splatter across the ground on the path, right where Margaery had just been stood.

Essentially, if the beautiful Rose had not moved when she did, she would have had a defiled dress a moment later, and then the jig would have been up right then and there. As it is, Cersei's release manages to milk Pod of his own orgasm, and with a grunt, the big-dicked squire unloads deep within the Queen Mother's womb, painting her insides white with his seed and absolutely filling her to the brim with his viscous, sticky cum.

About the time that Margaery and Shae exit the Royal Gardens, with Podrick watching the two of them go from behind the extremely thin rose bush that had stood between them and discovery, he lets Cersei's arms go, reaching up to grab the leash connected to the collar around her neck instead as she falls forward. He allows the leash to slide through his hand until it gets to the very end, only bothering to take it by a firm hold once Cersei is face down in the grass, her ass still up in the air in a very tantalizing manner.

He considers teasing her for a moment. Mocking her on the fact that even Margaery Tyrell is worried about her. But there's really no need for that. There's no need for words of any sort between them these days. Cersei knows her place now, and so long as Podrick is still around to enforce it, she will continue to know her place. She might be Queen Mother, she might be the Lannister Lioness with all the political power and the men-at-arms that entailed… but at the end of the day, to him she was nothing but a woman, and as much as she hated herself for loving it, there was no escaping the fact that she did love it.

Cersei had broken just as effectively as Shae had, not that it'd been Podrick's initial intention with the whore. Both of them were now obsessed with his cock, both of them were no cum-hungry, dick-chasing addicts, desperate for their next taste of Podrick Payne. It certainly wasn't how he'd expected things to go. He certainly hadn't intended to use his apparently prodigious talent for sex, the one he'd discovered with those whores Tyrion bought for him, in this manner.

But this was how things had gone, and it seemed like he had a duty to keep going until he couldn't go any further. Ever since he'd taken Cersei Lannister in hand, after all, she hadn't done anything nasty or vile, she hadn't ordered anything horrendous done to anyone in all of King's Landing. So, in a way, Pod was curbing the Queen's worst impulses, it seemed.

Snorting derisively at his own ego-massaging thoughts, Pod looks down, watching as Cersei laps at the pool of cum left behind by their fucking, while Podrick holds her by the leash he's put on her. She looks less like a Queen and more like the bitch in heat she is right now, like this. Even her hips are still swaying back and forth seductively, though whether that's a conscious effort on her part or an unconscious thing, Podrick couldn't say.

Either way, he moves into position behind her again, and grabs her by her fat creamy ass cheeks, spreading them wide and exposing her slightly loosened little pucker. One should never underestimate the human body, and Podrick knew from experience and from being told by those with even more experience that even his massive cock wouldn't permanently loosen a woman's holes, no matter how much he fucked them.

But there's no denying that Cersei's asshole is not nearly as tight as it was before. It's gone from nigh-impenetrable to a simple tight grip around his cock as he slides right into her back door. The blonde squeals into the puddle of cum she's currently lapping up with her tongue and makes it clear from her surprise that all of that enticing hip swaying was completely subconscious on her part.

Podrick isn't surprised, but that's certainly not going to stop him from fucking Cersei's ass all the harder, taking her to pound town while at the same time positioning himself in such a way that he's able to put his boot to her head and press her face down into the mess she'd made while they were fucking standing up. As he does so, as he rams into Cersei Lannister's tight ass with all his might, stretching her wide around his big fat cock, Podrick wonders briefly what's to be done about Margaery Tyrell.

Nothing, he ultimately decides. At least, nothing at the moment. He will of course have Shae tell him all about what she and the young Queen talked about when they meet up again later that night, but really, it's not Podrick's place to plow every Queen in King's Landing silly. He didn't fuck and break Cersei with his bitch-breaker of a cock because she was Queen, after all, he did it because… well, because she was a bitch.

And he continued to fuck her in her mouth, cunt, and ass because he knew that if he stopped, he knew that if he walked away from this whole mess, if he left King's Landing behind, the Queen Mother would eventually 'recover', returning to her usual vindictive, spiteful, bitch of a self, and she would likely send all of the bounty hunters in the world after him, as well as get up to all sorts of stupid, evil shenanigans that would only see more innocent people get hurt by her idiocy.

This right here, plowing Cersei Lannister in the ass whole holding a leash connected to a collar around her neck like she was a dog rather than a Queen… it was entirely necessary. But Margaery Tyrell? So far, the young Queen had done nothing to him, and from what he'd seen of her words and deeds, she was a good person. Far better of a person than Cersei Lannister, or Shae the Whore.

Until she proved to him otherwise, Podrick would pay her no mind. He was just a squire, after all.

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