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The Queen and the Hand	By : True North Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 11878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Mutual Bond
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"What is it this time?.. I’m very busy." Tyrion said as he closed Cersei’s chamber door behind him.
Cersei gave him a spiteful glare as she swirled the crimson wine around her golden chalice.
"I believe you have something to tell me.. about our cousin Lancel." She replied.
"Well, if you insist. He is quite the pathetic liar. It didn't take long for me to find out about you fucking him, thus coercing him into my bidding..." He smiled and slowly waddled up to where she sat legs crossed.
"…What I do with my personal time is no business of yours, dwarf. Now, tell me what you know, or I will be forced to twist your pathetic little cock off the same way I did when you were an ugly babe." Still not breaking her sinister glare, she took another sip of blood-red wine.
He stood there and let out a chuckle, "Oh, you would be surprised to know that it isn’t so little anymore, would you care to see?"
"Hah! I very much doubt that, a man of your stature would never be able to --" she froze, eyes peering down at Tyrion as he loosened a leather belt and folded down his trousers to reveal his enormous limp shaft. He grinned, proudly swinging like a golden pendulum.
Cersei stared silently in shock when Tyrion revealed his lengthy shaft. It would have been a great insult if there was nothing of value to see. But there was. Gods be good, he's far bigger than Lancel or even Jaime… Trying to hide her expression of lustful awe, her left eyebrow raised in curiosity, she started to wonder how large it would be if it were fully erect...
Breaking her long gaze and intruding thoughts about the dwarf’s girthy member, Cersei looked away before speaking nervously, "Put it away, Tyrion, I now know the gods cursed you with monstrous looks as well as a monstrous cock…" She could scarcely believe the words of compliment had slipped out of her mouth.
"Oh, it’s monstrous now is it?” Tyrion was pleased. “Why, it is not even hard yet, wouldn't you like to see it erect in all its glory?" He baited. The look on his face was amusement.
Cersei returned her gaze onto him without a response. A crimson flush crept to her cheeks and a warmth between her loins, she closed her eyes and cursed the gods, 'This must not be, of all people, not him, I will not, I -must- not.' But unfortunately for her, she hadn't been with a man of such size in many years. Robert had a stalwart shaft, but that was in his prime, when he spent more time in attempts to get her with child.
Opening her eyes again she met his gaze, bit her lower lip, and peered down at his beautiful girth again. Realizing that she was still holding the goblet, she took the remaining sip and placed it aside.
"And... how do you propose you do that..?" she spoke between long blinks.
Tyrion went to the floor and removed his trousers and boots to make climbing easier. "Simple, I slip my cock into that treacherous mouth of yours, dear sister. I’ve always wanted to." He smiled wickedly as he approached her on the seat.
Cersei blinked up at him, cheeks flushed in anger, yet nothing to be said in protest. She wondered lost in thought again. 'I have never sucked any man's cock before, not even Jaime's, it was never required of me nor have I ever wanted to..' she nibbled at a fingernail, 'but this manhood of his... No, what am I thinking?! Stop this at once, Cersei, this is TYRION we’re talking about!'
After a silence, she mustered a response with a hint of arousal in her breath, "You vile little creature.., must I summon Illyn Payne?" She continued staring at his long and girthy dick. Tyrion brought his feet onto the empty spots of her chair outside of her thighs. Now Cersei had a more welcoming view.
"Yes, you could do that, he will lop my head off for such a treasonous act, thus you will not be able to witness my dick at its best, is that what you want?" Tyrion teased with his hips forward while she sat there between his feet.
Up close, mere inches away, she admired every detail of the dwarf’s manhood, the girth and texture, and his large balls that hung underneath. They must be filled with his vile seed. Cersei wondered just how much.
'You must put an end to this now, do not let him come any closer!' Her body denied her thoughts as her jaw opened unconsciously; her wicked tongue came out to greet him.
Tyrion’s cock stared her in the face. Her eyes were full of lust, primally fixated on her target, he took his right hand to grab hold of his shaft and rested his underside onto her wet velvet.
'I cannot believe it. At long last, my cock is in Cersei's mouth! Hah. The gods must be good after all.' Tyrion smiled down at her with a toothy grin. "Thank you for the warm welcome, your grace." He japed.
Cersei gave a sinister glare up at him, still in disbelief in what she was doing. It was further humiliating in this position, that now he was the taller one.
“Now then, just wrap around those beautiful lips of yours and suck me,” Tyrion instructed with a grin.
Cersei was half tempted to bite him for giving such a command. His warm shaft rested three inches upon her tongue for a moment, and for the first time, she began to suck over his cock.
The taste of his shaft was salty at first. She could feel the texture of it all, and it was not entirely unpleasant. Within seconds his girth began to harden, she frowned when he suddenly slipped himself further in.
Tyrion hardened quickly enough as he slowly pumped in and out. Cersei returned her sinister gaze at him. When he caught view of that familiar glare on her eyes, he placed both his hands on the back of her head and began pushing deeper. He moved in all directions, even daringly poking at the inside of her cheek as a naughty jape. He was eager to hear what the Queen had to say afterward.
Pumping as deep as he could go into her throat, she made gagging noises, then he finally pulled out slowly like a royal sword from its sheath. A slew of saliva and precum entrails strung from his cock to her mouth and chin. Cersei wiped it away and was breathing heavily in flushed cheeks. Her eyes met with his fully erect shaft that she had forged, all hot and wet. Twice as large as Lancel, and his girth now thicker than her wrist. She swallowed and licked her lips and continued her warm and lustful breaths on Tyrion’s hard veiny cock.
"Well Cersei, it looks like you really admire this blessing of mine, enough so that you would allow me, a dwarf, to fuck that sweet mouth of yours..."
"You are a lecherous little imp that belongs in the seven hells, do you know that?" she said spitefully, looking up at him, "Yet I have never seen such a perfect thing in my life.." she took hold of his wet shaft and lifted it up to reveal his large masculine balls, her tongue lapped all around his dark scrotum as Tyrion smiled in pleasure, she licked up and down his shaft and back down to his balls, then took his entire juicy sack in her mouth and started sucking, playing it with her tongue while jerking him off.
"By the gods, Cersei, you are incredible at this, if you weren't a queen you would make enough gold at the brothels to replenish Casterly Rock.." Her mouth gave a wet pop as she separated from his balls, she squeezed his cock hard.
"I am queen, and you will not insult me again, dwarf. Consider yourself fortunate that you were blessed with such magnificence… the gods must have felt sorry for you to grant such a gift.." Tyrion winced at Cersei’s hand grasping him, reached down, and pried away from her fingers.
"I only meant it as a compliment, your grace." He smiled sheepishly and climbed off of her chair.
"And where are you going?" she sounded upset yet demanding.
"Well, I believe the next destination is your cunt, which I have always wanted to explore..." His stubby arms reached onto her long velvet dress and began to forcefully pull up on it.
Cersei quickly grabbed hold of his arms.
"…If you really think I would let you fuck me then you are sadly mistaken." She spoke sharply, gritting her lioness teeth.
"So you would let me fuck your mouth and not your cunt? My, Cersei, if you lied as good as you sucked, I would have perhaps believed you."
Cersei’s mouth opened for a retort, but she said nothing instead. The queen forcefully pushed away those stubby hands of his, stared at him for a long moment.
But I do in fact want him inside me. The expression of blushing lust on Cersei’s face made it apparent, and Tyrion recognized it. She could no longer lie to herself anymore. This was the cock of her dreams, attached to the man of her nightmares. The notion made her feel funny inside. Sex with Jaime it was ordinary, with Lancel it was unsatisfying, but with Tyrion, it is strictly forbidden. She had always hated him with a passion since the day he was born into this world. Never would she dream of allowing him inside the comfort of her sweet walls. Yet, she had never wanted a cock this bad in her life…
Cersei stood up from the chair and reached for the gown herself, folding it up as she pulled them all the way to her waist.
Tyrion watched and grinned wickedly as the queen revealed herself. He was pleased to find out that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments. A golden bush sat where her womanly thighs conjoined. Cersei went back into the chair and lifted up both her legs to place them upon the velvet armrests. Tyrion was impressed by her flexibility and was even more delighted at the sight of her glistening crimson cunt between those two plump cheeks. Cersei spread her legs wide for Tyrion, lustfully waiting for him to climb back on. Her arms reached out over the top ends of the chair. She had never made herself so tastefully vulnerable in front of the likes of him.
As Tyrion climbed back on the chair, he planted his knees to both sides of her pale ass for the best angle of attack, and the queen spoke, "You must know I haven't had such a cock ever in my life, and Jaime has been gone for months. It is the only reason why I allow this to happen." She spat leering at him. “And if you dare speak about this to anyone beyond this bedchamber, I will have you beheaded…” She warned even through her state of lust.
"Sweet sister, your cunt will be filled soon enough, I'm sure Lancel's pathetic twig does not do you any justice," Tyrion said as he prepared to enter Cersei.
"Be quick about it, dwarf.." She sighed and looked down, breathing in lust.
He grinned and positioned his cockhead in front of her glistening crevice and fixed his eyes on hers, she met his gaze with a sinister one, bracing for his penetration. He closed in and began to rub the head of his dripping cock against the lips of her pussy, coating it with her juices, gliding up and down between her flaps.
She lustfully sighed, “Of course you would have me beg for it, you are vile.” Cersei pursed her lower lip and grew frustrated by his teasing.
"Gods be good, I have never seen you in such a state of yearning for me, dare I say." Tyrion pointed out as he continued to prod up and down, humping her.
"I’d sooner have you beheaded if you continue taunting me with --" Cersei’s threatening words faded into a gasp of pleasure when Tyrion, without warning, plunged himself deep into the depths of her royal passage. “Ahh!..” The older sister instinctively arched her back, feeling the sudden size and length of his girth completely fill her sex. She released her claws on the chair and held onto his shoulders.
Tyrion savored the moment, amused by Cersei’s reaction of pleasure and disbelief as he sat there, submerged into her forbidden depths. A staggering breath came from her in deep arousal. He then began sending in little thrusts, fixing his gaze on hers, the melted expression on her face, tongue licking the roof of her mouth.
For the first time ever, Cersei gave Tyrion an expression of desire, not to hurt him, but to embrace him lovingly.
While her legs were spread and back arched, Tyrion began pumping into her with more prowess. "So, Cersei, how does it feel to have this dwarf so deep within your lovely walls?" He asked while thrusting slowly.
In response she moaned in pleasure, meeting his eyes in disbelief while he continued dutifully.
Thrusting and touching all the right places of her insides, Tyrion wondered if sex could be the very bridge of trust between them. Cersei’s hatred never truly bothered him, he could easily survive whether she hated him or not, but life would be somewhat easier if she had at least some affection for him.
Grabbing hold of her smooth naked hips, he began thrusting into her more vigorously now, her mouth hung open, moaning noisily with every deep slide. Her eyes watered in newly discovered heights of pleasure that stretched her insides. Cersei’s legs around him were beginning to twitch ferociously. Tyrion felt her inner walls clamping involuntarily. She’s going to cum long before I do... He realized with a smirk on his face.
Cersei’s louder moans were another signal that her walls gave their beckoning clenches that her orgasm was coming near. Tyrion knew and thrusted faster and faster, raising her pleasure to its peak. From that, she lost the battle and started convulsing enormous fluids over his girth. The lioness let out a roar of absolute pleasure.
“Oh my.., sweet Cersei…” Tyrion spoke, “What a delightful mess you made.” He laughed, slowing down his rhythm, sliding into her deeply and slowly while she recovered.
The aftershock sensations of her orgasm lingered on, Cersei opened her eyes to Tyrion, relaxed. Her long legs now wrapped around, keeping him inside, where he belongs. Leaning back, she gave a womanly sigh of pleasure. "Gods be good.. Tyrion..." she spoke in between respires, "You… I never would have thought- you would be..."
"Nor I, your grace." He remained steadfast in her wet walls, gliding into her slowly and deeply, almost in a romantic way.
“No one has ever.., mmh, made me cum so soon…” she sighed in pleasure at him during his slow and soothing rhythm.
Pursing her lower lip, Cersei lifted a hand to his chin, gesturing him to come forward. While Tyrion was submerged, he leaned into her lips and for the first time, they kissed each other deeply, her arms resting around his shoulders.
The kiss was long and passionate while he gave a hundred thrusts into her stomach. Tyrion detached from the kiss and focused more on her other lips, picking up more speed. She embraced him with more loving sighs and moans.
After several more minutes of their bonding session, the imp was reaching his limit and could see the lioness approaching her second. Together, they crossed over a threshold and shared a long heartfelt orgasm together. Cersei moaned loudly, convulsing out of control while Tyrion spurted his entire warm load into her womb.
He rested inside of her sopping wet passage while they both regained their breathing composure. Cersei gave him a relaxed blushing face, “You truly have a gift…”
Tyrion accepted the compliment, “Likewise, sweet sister. I have been defeated by that sinister cunt of yours, my balls completely drained.” He gave a tired grin as he pulled his soft but lengthy cock from her entrance, streams of his cum came pouring out from her now flushed cunt. Her eyebrows and mouth were furrowed when she looked down, the realization that he had just unloaded in her had struck a chord, yet she found herself relishing the idea. Reaching for her cunt she began rubbing the dripping cum while licking her lips, she took her juice-covered fingers and began sucking on them, lapping up his thick cum with her tongue and lips, she swallowed and spoke.
"Mmm… You will not speak of this to anyone?" Her legs were again outstretched on both arms of the chair as she began rubbing herself again, staring at him with a blank face.
"If I must be honest, I actually took a chance slipping myself into that cunt of yours, the word around Kings Landing was that your cunt served as a guillotine in of itself, I am glad that is not the case." He smiled sheepishly, delighted to see she had returned that smile, although more wicked.
"From now on you will serve me with that cock of yours as I see fit, dwarf, and will continue to do so until I either grow tired of you or if Jaime should ever return. At a moment’s notice, you will obey my commands."
“Well then, by your command, may I take my leave for the night?”
“… No, you may not.” Cersei decided. “You will be sleeping here from now on. I shall be wanting your cock on the morrow, as soon as dawn breaks.”
“As my queen commands.” Tyrion gave a waddled bow, his girthy wet shaft hanging limp.
When the candle flames went out, the Queen and the Hand situated themselves into the coverlets. Tyrion was first to fall asleep. Cersei laid next to him, relaxed as ever, and was still wrapping her mind around what had just transpired. You had sex with that creature, you had sex with the imp. If anybody finds out what happened between us, there will be the seven hells to pay, I must be discreet as possible... and gods be good, I have never been fucked so good in my entire life. Lancel is worthless to me now. And If Jaime ever returns, things won’t be the same...
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