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The Wolf Howls [Robb Stark x Cersei Lannister] - Prompt Winner - One Shot
🕑 Added 2024-02-17 20:18:38 +0000 UTCSynopsis: The tides of war shifted. Robb Stark survived the Red Wedding and rose to howl in victory after victory. Boltons and Freys razed to the ground, and the march ended with triumph over King's Landing.
Finally, he found the chance to punish the bane of his House—the source of his rage, Cersei Lannister. But things went slightly differently than expected, leading to sweet vengeance nonetheless.
NOTE: It’s Cersei and Robb, so expect a little violence and struggle. Hate Sex.
By Ms.Squirtle
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"The Lannisters send their regards…” Those words kept echoing through Robb’s mind.
Robb Stark, his face etched with grief and fury, led his men through the halls of the Red Keep that once echoed with deceit and betrayal.
They were the lords and soldiers who didn’t join his first journey and the remnants of the North that followed him to the Riverlands, survivors of the treacherous Red Wedding, driven by the desire to avenge their fallen kin.
The Red Wedding had left Robb bereft; his mother, his wife, his unborn child, all lost to the Lannisters' betrayal. And now, driven by grief and rage, he led his men on a relentless march.
Robb, his heart heavy with the weight of loss, gathered the Lords of the North, their determination a flickering flame amidst the darkness that had consumed their homes. They marched their armies and won battle after battle. Each time, more and more lords and soldiers joined his side and supported him.
Together, they stormed King’s Landing, a relentless force fueled by heavy losses to the cruelty of the Lannisters. The clash of steel against steel echoed through the night as they carved a path through the enemy forces, leaving a trail of blood and vengeance in their wake.
Amidst the chaos and carnage, Robb stood victorious and mighty, his eyes blazing with the fire of righteous fury.
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As the dawn of Robb's victory approached, he knew that one final confrontation awaited him in the Red Keep; a reckoning with the woman whose cruelty had shattered his world. He ascended the stone steps to the last room, Cersei Lannister’s royal chambers.
Cersei, after struggling, had run from her would-be capturer’s hands, bruised and battered. Her clothes slashed and torn, and only a few threads left them secured on her body. In a last-ditch effort to save herself, she locked herself in her room. But in the end, listening to the horrid screams and slashes from the balcony, she knew her end was near.
She sat down in helpless realization, pouring herself a goblet of wine; The last toast to freedom, her last sip of power.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
She could hear people trying to break the door open, but she didn’t care anymore.
Smash!
A self-deprecating smirk graced her face as the door swung open with its lock broken. And there she saw Robb Stark, standing at the doorway, looking at her with his eyes full of fire.
The air was thick with tension as Robb faced his nemesis, his breath catching at the sight of her, filled with enmity that simmered beneath the surface. Robb took a step inside, told his men to hold off, and closed the door for a private conversation.
Robb stood before Cersei, his gaze lingering on the contours of her face, the subtle curves of her lips that spoke volumes of defiance and confidence. Cersei, her golden locks cascading over her bare shoulders, down to her exposed, almost naked bosom, regarded him with a mixture of boldness and something else, something he couldn't quite place.
Not a single shred of clothing was left intact on her body, almost naked as her smooth ivory skin spilled out in various places, from the ripped neckline, the slit opening up to her waist, and the lack of shoes. The purple and blue bruises bloomed on her pale skin like blossoms in the snow; Proof of how much she was hated and no longer treated like a noble lady.
"Cersei," he spat, his voice tinged with both hatred and a strange, unsettling feeling, “You’re a usurper, a murderer, a stain upon the honor of Westeros. Any last words?"
Cersei's lips curved into a smirk as she looked up at him from her seat and shifted to cross her supple thighs together. She took a sip of her wine, eyes flashing with a fire that mirrored his own as the peek at her soft legs teased him.
"You would kill me, an unarmed and defenseless lady?" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "You and your precious honor, your righteousness. You are no better than the rest of us, blinded by your own thirst for revenge. Where is that loyalty your house boasts as their pride and glory?"
Robb's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, the weight of his losses pressing down on him like a mountain.
"You’re no lady. You’re no mother. You’re no honorable noble. You’re nothing but a heartless wretch, consumed by your own ambition." Robb’s voice was heavy with contempt as he took a threatening step closer.
"Is it honorable to slaughter the royal family? To betray your loyalty like that foolish Eddard Stark?" She taunted. The words cut deep.
Smack!
With a swift motion, Robb's hand lashed out, the sound of his palm meeting flesh echoing through the chamber like a clap of thunder. It was a warning, a testament to the depths of Cersei's deceit and the price she would pay for her crimes.
A small cut bled on Cersei’s lips. With a fleeting glance, Cersei's lips curled into a sardonic smile, a silent challenge that stirred something primal, an instinct urging him closer to the edge of oblivion. There was a raw intensity between them, an unspoken recognition of the hatred and darkness.
Cersei stood up and confronted him face to face, so close that he could cut her down whenever he wanted to.
Robb's pulse quickened, his resolve faltering in the face of Cersei's alluring confidence. There was something dangerous about her, something intoxicating that drew him in despite himself.
Robb's gaze traced the delicate curve of Cersei's neck, the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she drew breath, each movement a tantalizing invitation, a silent dare to succumb to the forbidden desires that simmered just beneath the surface.
Robb stepped closer, the distance between them narrowing until their breath mingled. His hand reached out, hovering just inches from Cersei's neck. The urge to touch her, to hurt her, take her, and make her submit was almost overwhelming.
"You think you are untouchable, Cersei," Robb's voice was low, a husky rumble that sent shivers racing down her spine, his words a potent cocktail of hatred and hunger. "But even queens must answer for their sins."
Cersei met his gaze with provocation. "And what of your sins, Stark?" she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a thrill racing through him. "Is your honor worth the price you’ve paid?"
Their words were like swords, sharp and deadly, carefully aimed to wound and provoke. And yet, beneath it all, there lurked a carnal thirst. As the moments stretched into eternity, Robb felt the heat of her gaze searing into his soul, igniting a firestorm that threatened to consume them both.
Cersei felt that she had nothing to lose now, only her life. She could do anything and everything if it meant seeing another day. Even if it meant she had to seduce a man who hated her to his core.
Robb stepped even closer, almost an inch away from her face. His breath mingled with hers in the chilling air of the chamber. "You mistake honor for weakness, Cersei," he murmured, his voice a low rumble.
Cersei's eyes flashed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she braced herself for what was to come. "You think yourself righteous, Stark. Beneath that armor of honor, I see hunger. Do you think yourself above the temptations and desires that drive us all?"
I'll make you bow down to me, like all those other men have. She thought
Robb's resolve seemed to waver, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the soft curve of Cersei's neck, down to her collarbone, the touch stinging a little as his fingers brushed against a bruise on her skin.
He suddenly grabbed her hair from behind, forcing her neck to arc and look up at him properly. “You really want to try that with me? Fine!”
Robb roughly pulled on the remains of her dress, letting them fall off her smooth, curving body, brushing against her skin. He pushed her back and threw her on the bed, not an ounce of gentleness left in the man.
“I’ll see you try. Pleasure me, and I might just release you.” He added as he stripped himself of his cloak and stood at the edge of the bed.
She wore a mask of calm, but deep inside, she was rattled; she felt triumphant and terrified all at once. She was treading on thin ice. She was sure of where this was all going, but doubted if it was someplace she could return from.
She was still playing to win, even though she couldn't shut off her instinct to dominate, even if she ought to. "Might? Don’t take me for a fool!"
“That’s all you get, Cersei Lannister. Take it or leave it.” Robb stated coldly as he snapped open the straps of his shoulder armor, one by one.
If this is what it takes, I’ll certainly live. I’ll make you bow, one way or another. Cersei cunningly planned as she slowly crawled to the edge of the bed. Her bruised arm reached out, her fingers crawling up his steel chest armor, slowly taking it off his body.
As Robb calmly took off his gambeson, his eyes never left Cersei as she pulled on the strings of his leather trousers. He kicked off his boots and allowed her to dip her hands under the ban of his braies, her nimble fingers caressing his aroused flesh. She took his girthy length out, spellbound by his masculinity for a moment.
She widened her legs and crouched down lower on the edge of the bed, lowering her head towards the hardness of his loins. However, before she could part her lips to take him into her salivating mouth, Robb pulled her up by her neck once more, making her kneel on the bed, looking straight into her blue eyes. Her back arched, her perfectly formed mounds jutted out as she looked up at him.
“Let’s not pretend you won’t try to bite my cock off, wench.” Robb barked.
His other hand trailed down her exposed arm, clawing the smallcloth covering her voluptuous, throbbing breasts off. Robb roughly captured her soft flesh in his palm. He squeezed and kneaded hard enough to make her hips squirm and gasp. He pinched her nipple between his fingers, tugging at her sensitive spot.
“Ah!” Cersei quivered under his hand. “I—I won’t!”
"You remind me of your brother. You know what I told him before I plunged my blade through his throat?" Robb continued as his hand brushed down the tainted soft, curving flesh of her belly, sweeping down to her full, round ass.
He gripped hard, firm enough to leave red prints of his fingers, and added, “I told him I’d take good care of his whore of a sister… Show her her place. Right under my cock!”
Fueled by fury, Robb suddenly turned her around and pulled her legs to the edge of the bed.
On all fours, Cersei bit her lips as Robb pulled down her lower smallcloth to her thighs, just enough for him to vent all the pent-up heat within him, but not enough for Cersei to get comfortable. Her flushed pink petals throbbed and salivated, clearly enticed by his rough treatment.
“So, this is the cunt that birthed two bastard kings; a mad fool and a weak, naive boy?” Robb’s thumbs widened her hot, wet sheath. His hands palmed both her ass cheeks, squeezing so hard Cersei could feel it all throughout her body. Shame and anger, lust and craving; all sorts of emotions ran through her mind.
Cersei clenched and twisted the sheets of the bed in anger, but she couldn’t deny the lustful tension building up in her loins. It had been a long time since she had a good, rough fuck. Her pussy throbbed and gaped, longing to be filled, stuffed to the brim. “Umph… and what does that make you? Ah... A naive fool? Or a mad—Aah!”
Robb suddenly shoved in his entire length in one go.
“Don’t…. test me… Cersei Lannister!” Robb grunted as his hips smacked her ass from behind, feverously thrusting from the start. He pulled back slowly but thrust in like the thumps of a stallion.
His cock stretched her wet walls inside, frantically adjusting to his size with its dripping nectar. From cries of pleasure to deep moans of bliss, Cersei’s melodious, sultry voice called out for more and more.
“AH! Ah! Fuck! Yes!” She moaned in blissful agony as every thrust struck her deep, and their flesh collided. His straining shaft felt every inch of her pussy engulfing him and sucking him from all sides. Giving her the hope to live she wanted.
Cersei’s body started to sweat, her skin gleaming from the rough movements. Her breasts swayed with his tempo, finally stopping when he began to claw at them with both hands, pulling Cersei’s body back towards him even more.
His iron-hard cock plowed into her, beating her sweltering pussy with all his blazing emotions poured into it. He wanted her to feel him smacking her inside, invading her as if she was nothing. He wanted to break her, build her up, and shatter her once again.
His hand milked her mound thoroughly while the other scratched her tender shoulder, clawed down to her creamy back, and finally pinched her curving waist. Cersei’s body twitched at the slight pain, shivering in pleasure.
“Y—you like this, do—don’t you, Stark?” She muttered between breaths. “Fuck me! Fuck me and claim me! I’ll be yours… Your’s to u—use, as you please…” she added, thinking that any kind of life was better than death.
Robb suddenly moved his hands to hold on to both her wrists, pulling them back to force her to arch her spine, supported by nothing but her knees and his rigid shaft. He pulled harder and harder, compelling her to move her legs back and off the bed.
Robb walked her naked body towards the balcony by the rigid part of him still deep within her soaking, tight depths. Like riding a horse in heat, his hands were locked on her wrists, and she couldn’t fall forward.
Slowly but steadily, with every push of his cock, she took wobbly steps towards the open balcony. With each step, she could feel his cock shift inside her, letting each bump and groove caress her sensitive walls. Her toes curled a little, trying to grasp the floor as the muscles in her belly contracted. Each step Robb took, pushed his manhood into her, a sensation that confused her body to move back or forward.
Is this it? Is he going to push me off? Her eyes widened in a bit of terror but suddenly rolled from the pleasure of riding the cock that stubbornly stayed tightly inside her dripping pussy, pressing on her deepest wall.
Finally reaching the balcony, Robb allowed her pink-tipped, heavy set of mounds to dangle out into the open as her lower arms and belly saddled the stone rails.
“You see all that?!” Robb growled, starting to move his hips once more, his cock sliding in and out of her again and again. He let go of her hands and clenched her waist, giving her more of what she asked for. She quickly held onto the stone railings, feeling like she would fall off with every thrust of his hot flesh.
“That’s all mine! All the way to the North! My land! My seven kingdoms! My men! My people!” he slammed into her with every sentence, mixing ravenous anger with feverish desire.
“Ah! Fuuck! Fuck me, Stark! Fill me… My—My King..!” Her sultry cries kept coming with no shame. Her bosom dangled recklessly off the ledge, smacking the underside of her breasts on the wall. Her voice echoed out in the open, high enough up in the air for no one to hear, mingled in with the screams that came from below.
Robb’s sweaty eyebrow quirked as he noticed her words.
Smack!
He took a handful of her hair in one hand and slapped her ass cheek red with the other, growling into her ear as spit spurt out of his mouth from the sheer intensity of his anger. With every plunge, he spat out, “Even you! And this! Wrenched! Cunt! All mine!”
“Yesss… Yess! Gods… Ooh! Give me… your seeds!”
Cersei’s body suddenly tensed up; all her senses overloaded with heat. Her muscles shuddered, gasping in completion. Her sticky nectar burst onto his dick, with wave after wave of hot liquid. Her insides so tense she even squirted a full load down her legs, staining the floor wet. Her knees buckled as she slumped over the railing, losing control of her body to exhaustion and bliss.
Robb suddenly pulled her down, letting her sit on the cold, drenched stone floor. She looked up at him with a dazed look in her eye, expecting him to claim she was his now, like some sort of property, a maid, a bed warmer… anything. If she can live, she can return to power someday.
But Robb suddenly shoved his cock into her mouth, thrusting fast and frantic with no care. He hit deep each time, leaving her gagging to no end, only to spill a hot load into her throat before she could think straight.
“Gkh! Ahh!” Robb burst into her with a vengeance, choking her as his cock released its seeds deep into her throat, blocking her airways.
Almost suffocated, Cersei gulped everything down, forcing herself to swallow his white cream, something she didn’t even do for Jamie.
Feeling that last shiver run through his spine, he finally pulled out. Taking a step back, Robb finally allowed Cersei to breathe, gasping and coughing for air. Some of his seeds dripped from the corner of her mouth, rolling down her neck and staining her previously royal tits.
Robb squatted down and looked her straight in the eye, his gaze colder than the freezing winter. “You think your overused cunt would be worthy of my seed? You think too highly of yourself, Cersei.”
Cersei didn’t know what to say. A look of pure disbelief washed over her face. She couldn’t understand why her seduction didn’t work, why his urges couldn’t make him keep her. Was all her confidence merely foolishness?
Robb stood up and went back to get his clothes, calling out for his guards. He cared not if they saw Cersei in that state, in fact, he wanted them to.
“Take her down to the dungeon. Make sure she cleans her pretty little neck for the blade tomorrow!”
