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The Stormlander - Ch. 15
🕑 Added 2025-05-10 01:32:33 +0000 UTC“It is pleasing to see you in a good mood, Your Grace.”
Lady Taena’s voice was light and playful, her touch warm and welcome as her arms slid around Cersei’s belly. The heat of the Myrishwoman’s breath on her neck had the queen shivering some.
“Another traitor dealt with. That’s cause for celebration, I think.” Cersei’s eyes flicked over to her other guest of the night, the half-naked man at the other end of the bedchamber, pouring himself another cup of wine.
Ser Damon, Cersei’s sworn sword, was stripped to the waist, allowing her to admire his muscled torso. Her eyes roamed over him, his broad chest, the firmness of his stomach, and those powerful arms. Strong enough - and vigorous enough - for her and Taena both. The idea stoked wicked excitement within - making it writhe under her veneer of calm. “Wouldn’t you agree, sweet knight?”
The Bastard of Blackhaven said nothing at first, only grinning as he took a sip from his goblet. For a moment he simply watched the two women, hungry eyes trained on their close embrace. Taena enjoyed the attention, giggling sweetly as she peppered Cersei’s neck with light kisses.
Gentle hands on her belly and soft lips drifting over her skin left the queen sighing happily. She stirred in the other woman’s arms.
“Serving in your name is its own reward, my queen.” Ser Damon finally spoke, his voice low and wonderfully deep. There was an edge to his words - the same kind Cersei had heard on Jaime’s tongue. It made the heat in her belly burn that much stronger. “But I cannot deny your generosity.”
“Generosity.” Taena repeated, snorting. Her accent only made the words richer, sweeter. Her hands traveled upwards, slipping under Cersei’s breasts, squeezing softly. “Is that the Westerosi word for cunt? Or for tits?”
Taena’s hands were small, delicate, yet they played upon Cersei’s body masterfully. Every little touch brought blossoms of delight. A whirlwind of red hot embers tormented Cersei within and without, dancing through and over her body.
“Generosity…” Cersei sighed, letting her eyes flutter closed. Taena’s talented touch continued over the queen’s bosom, eventually slipping under the fabric of her gown. Cersei moaned softly then, reaching back to thread her fingers through Taena’s thick, black hair. “I’m too permissive with the two of you… for servants of the crown to be so brazen….”
“Not as brazen as the late Master of Whispers.” Cersei opened her eyes to see Ser Damon now standing at the foot of the bed. He had set aside his goblet, plucking at the laces of his breeches. The man was grinning wolfishly, eyes alight with want. “I wish more of your enemies were as bold as that one. Let them all come out in the open so I can deal with the whole lot. The eunuch had more balls than any of them in the end.”
Cersei laughed, even as Taena’s fingers found a nipple and began to tease. The blonde grabbed the woman’s wrist… but did not push her away.
“You’d slay them all for me?” Cersei bit her lip as Ser Damon pushed his leggings down. His long, fattened cock sprung out, bobbing and swaying between his thighs. Cersei could not look away. Even Taena was cooing with lurid interest.
“I would.” Ser Damon answered. “A dozen. A hundred. A thousand. You are my queen. And I am your man.”
The resolve in his voice, in his eyes, had Cersei’s heart quickening. The man had crawled onto the bed now. The queen breathed in deeply, watching his beautiful body in motion, watching the shifting in his muscles, the rippling through the flesh… and the swinging of his long, swollen cock.
Ser Damon was larger and thicker than Robert… than Jaime… Cersei wondered how she ever managed to take her bastard lover the first time.
“Your sweet knight has come to pledge his sword to you again.” Taena sang into Cersei’s ear. So distracted was the queen that she didn’t even notice the Lady of Myr had drawn her shift down to bare her breasts. Pink nipples on Cersei’s bosom had turned hard, poking, standing proud on ample teats - a generous offering to the brave knight in her service.
Cersei could not bear it any longer. Shucking her shift the rest of the way off her shoulders, she wiggled her arms free. Her eyes were fixed on that cock. She reached for it. The way his stomach tensed as her fingers wrapped around him delighted her. Stirring her belly even more wickedly was how warm he was to the touch. Like she was holding a hot iron bar wrapped in silk.
“Gods…” His voice was a rasp. The knight walked on his knees, Cersei’s little strokes drawing him closer. His shaft swelled against her fingers like it was a living thing, am ugly, red beast sprouting from between his legs.
“Look at this man.” Taena’s sultry voice poured through the haze. The Myrishwoman reached out, drawing her slender fingers over Ser Damon’s flat, muscled stomach, tracing the lines. “So big and strong. But you touch him and he shivers like a boy.”
“He’s too big to be a boy.” Cersei said, squeezing her fingers lightly around him. The sound of his groaning filled her with sordid glee. “A boy could never have a cock like this.”
For a brief moment, Cersei’s thoughts went back to cousin Lancel and the disappointment he’d brought into her bed. She had been a fool to think the lad could match Jaime… just like Jaime could not match Ser Damon.
Cersei’s strokes had quickened, drawing over her knight’s length at a steady pace. Fast enough, firm enough to have the man breathing raggedly, grunting as he bucked his hips into her working hand.
Taena’s lips were at her ear again, cooing softly.
“A mighty sword. Made for stabbing. Do you want him to stab you, Your Grace? Or would it please you more to watch while he spears me?”
Both prospects enticed the Lioness of Lannister. Though they both would have to wait. Queen Cersei had another idea in mind. The wetness that glistened at the slit of his swollen cockhead had her mouth watering. She craved a taste. First, though, she would find delight in watching.
Cersei released Ser Damon’s cock. She turned to her loyal Lady of Myr.
“Suck him.” She commanded Taena.
The dusky woman did not hesitate. Flipping her dark hair, she crawled up to Ser Damon’s open flank, bringing her face right up to his hard, hanging cock.
“You spoil me, my queen. Letting me have the first taste…”
“I want to watch. It is my right.” Cersei replied. She sat back, absently running her fingers along her bare chest. “Show me how you please a man, my lady.”
Taena smiled and pressed closer. She let her dark, plump lips graze the shaft. Damon made a guttural sound. The long, veiny rod jerked against the woman’s touch, stirring awake. The Lady of Myr did her duty and slipped her lovely mouth around the bastard knight’s cock. Moaning sweetly, she took the cockhead and more, her dark lips sliding down the length of him. Down. Down.
“Seven fucking hells…” Ser Damon groaned, shuddering. His head fell back as he pushed his groin forth, putting more cock into Taena’s mouth.
Cersei drank in the sight of them. She caught the tremble rolling through the man’s firm body, making her wonder just how marvelous it felt to have a woman’s mouth wrapped around his most precious part. Was it anything like having a tongue lapping at her weeping cunt? The wild ecstasy surging through her insides, was that what Damon felt then?
The man’s hand dropped down, hovering over Taena’s bobbing head… but then settled instead on her shoulder.
Restraint. Cersei admired that. Tonight, however, the golden queen desired the more ravenous qualities of her sworn sword. Timidness would not sate her. Only bold action.
Cersei crawled forth and put her hand to the back of Taena’s head, threading her fingers through those wild, black locks. She took a firm hold and pushed. Pushed her head down.
The sounds that came rose from man and woman both. They were obscene… and sublime.
Ser Damon was sputtering, gasping, cursing, gripping the bed post for balance as his cock sheathed in the tightness of Taena’s throat. The Lady of Myr herself was gagging around the thick member, choking and slurping in equal measure. But the dusky woman did not yield, not even with tears trickling from her eyes. Still the lady sucked, dutiful as Cersei guided her pace.
The queen’s thoughts went to the past again. She remembered when she herself had been on her knees for a man, offering such affections to Jaime, then later to Robert. Neither of them made her feel the heat she felt now, the fire that smoldered deep in her belly. Perhaps it was in the act of watching, this new appeal. Or perhaps it was something more.
Taena gagged once more, her body shaking as her lips touched the root of Ser Damon’s cock. She held there for a time, either through her own determination or Cersei’s fist in her hair. The gurgle that came from the woman’s stuffed throat sent a dark thrill down to Cersei’s core. It rooted there, lashing at her insides as it burrowed even deeper. The effort was impressive enough to stir Cersei to mercy.
The queen loosened her hold and drew Taena back.
The cock unsheathed from Taena’s throat, drawing into the open air swollen, throbbing, and drenched in spit and drool. The Lady of Myr sucked in air, rasping and hacking. Her lovely face was wet with tears and smeared saliva - some of it dripped down to her bare breasts, droplets glittering in the candlelight. A lewd vision, but oh so entrancing.
As Taena continued to breath in raggedly, Cersei rubbed soothing circles into her naked back… but the queen’s focus remained on Ser Damon and the mighty sword of his.
The man breathed in slowly, his broad chest rising and falling slowly. Meanwhile, his manhood hung there between his legs, twitching, glistening, completely coated in Taena’s spit. The sheen was beautiful. A thin stream of drool fell from the tip, dripping down onto the sheets.
“How did he taste?” Cersei asked Taena, softly stroking the woman’s hair.
“Like a man.” Taena’s voice was hoarse… and her watery eyes craved.
The cock jumped again, all those inches of fattened flesh stirring like it was a waking beast. Like it could hear them. The man it was attached to let out a deep, needy groan.
Desire burned through Cersei’s insides, simmering in her blood. She was a generous queen, was she not? And her most loyal sword had earned her royal graces. She licked her lips. Pressing a kiss to Taena’s cheek - tasting her tears - she wore a bold smile as she met the woman’s eyes.
“Together now, my lady.” Cersei instructed gently.
Lady Taena’s eyes went bright then, brimming with glee. She wiped the spit from her chin, humming happily.
“As it pleases you, Your Grace. Together.”
Cersei went forth onto her hands and knees, crawling. Taena was close beside. Fair and dusky hands slid up Ser Damon’s muscled thigh, going to his hanging balls, wrapping around the root of his shaft. His body, his vigor, it was Cersei’s alone. But she was willing to share.
Together, Queen and Lady moaned as they put their mouths to cock.
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The Queen’s generosity felt exquisite.
Ser Damon could hardly speak, such was the intensity of the pleasure raging through his guts. A blistering heat roiling in his balls, making his blood boil and his seed froth and bubble.
Soft lips drew over his cock, bathing his aching shaft in heat and wetness and sweet affection. The sight of it was even more heavenly. Ser Damon absorbed it, savored it - there were few things in life so wondrous as the vision of two comely women putting their mouths to work on a man’s cock.
Their lips traveled over the whole length of him, from root to tip, bringing every inch of him to a glistening sheen. Together, the queen and her lady licked him until his cock was practically drowning in their spit. Then they licked him some more.
Two heads bobbing, golden tresses and black, wavy locks bouncing and swaying in tandem. Ser Damon ran his fingers through both heads of hair.
A bold move for a bastard to make - Cersei’s eyes were blazing emeralds as she glanced up at him. Yet his lioness did not cease her efforts. Neither did the Lady Taena.
“Gods give me strength…” The sworn sword muttered, bucking his hips forth, offering more cock to two hungry, eager mouths.
The two women moaned, delighted. Their tongues lapped even more eagerly now, their kisses coming faster and frantic. Each lash was a dream, a small taste of heaven itself. It took most of Ser Damon’s strength just to stay standing. Even on his knees, it was a struggle.
Cersei held his gaze as she drew back to the cockhead. It was engorged, reddened with his surging blood. It rested upon the queen’s lovely mouth, twitching ever so faintly. Ser Damon ached so terribly then.
“Pray the gods grant you their blessing, sweet knight. I mean to celebrate until morning.” Cersei breathed hotly upon the tip of his cock. Emerald eyes shone with deep, primal hunger. She gave the cockhead a long kiss. Then her lips parted and slid down.
Delicious warmth enveloped him. Ser Damon breathed out a curse. Then the queen started to suck.
Ser Damon shook down to his bones. His knuckles were bone-white gripping the bedpost. A battle raged within, his own endurance against the delight of a woman’s mouth.
Then Taena’s tongue joined the fray, gliding over his full, aching balls.
The knight closed his eyes and prayed.
