Cersei Lannister, a Proud Lion

Malthar had expected better from the Westerosi. Were their guards truly this pitiful? Or was Malthar stronger than he first believed?

Shaking the useless thought from his head, he stepped over the Lannister soldiers so easily dispatched with his magic. Using their memories to guide his way, he made his way to the bedroom of the King's wife. Her room was isolated in its own tower, away from any prying eyes or ears. This was agreeable to Malthar; now he could focus all his energy on conquering the Queen, instead of casting a pesky protective ward. Climbing the steps, he softly pushed open the door.

The proud queen was busy fixing her hair, styling it in front of a mirror. Her face was stunning, its beauty enhanced by the makeup she had just applied. Malthar would take pleasure in making a mess of that face. Searching the memories of her guards, it seemed there was a ceremony at the Sept of Baelor soon, which the guards had planned to escort her to. Malthar doubted the Queen would make an appearance.

"Queen Cersei of House Lannister?" Malthar asked, his deep booming voice making her jump. She whirled around, her eyes angrily regarding the unexpected visitor.

"Who do you think you are, barging in on the Queen!" She hissed, standing up. Her fury briefly faltered as she took in the seven-foot monster in her doorway. However, her sense of superiority soon returned."Why did my guards let you through! Leave this instant!"

"Your pitiful guards did not let me do anything," the warlock stated, advancing towards his prize. "And I have no intention of leaving."

"You would not dare touch me!" She shot back, though her eyes were less certain. Malthar could see her right hand reach behind her, grabbing what seemed to be a dagger.

"Calm yourself, woman," Malthar commanded, his words laced with incantations. "I promise you will enjoy my presence."

"And why is that?" She asked, easily swayed by his spells. Her inhibitions lowered, she dropped the blade.

"You are quite famously disloyal to your husband," Malthar continued, watching the powerful woman succumb to him. He could not help but impress himself. The merchant's wives of Qarth were one thing, but seeing royalty bend to his will was another entirely.

"And what of it?" Cersei countered, still confident in the face of such a powerful adversary. Malthar liked her.

"This would lead me to believe you are not content with the men of Westeros. You always want better. You are never satisfied."

"And why should I be satisfied? I am the Queen! The Queen deserves only the best."

"I am the best!" Malthar boasted, now mere inches from Cersei, towering over her. His words had worked wonders. He could feel her breathing increase, could see the sweat forming on her brow, could smell her arousal.

"We'll see about that," Cersei purred, licking her lips. She leaned forward, getting on her toes to try and kiss her assailant, yet was stopped by a large dark hand. The warlock liked when his women thought they had some control. However, he was in charge, and they had to know that. Grabbing her shoulder, he **** her to her knees with his overwhelming strength.

"How dare you manhandle a Queen!" Cersei growled, though she still got to work unlacing his breeches. Malthar could not contain a laugh when she revealed his thick cock. She was at a loss for words, her eyes widening in shock. She wrapped a delicate hand around it, giving it a few experimental strokes, almost as if to confirm its existence. He would show her what she had been missing, sleeping with these pathetic Westerosi men.

"Perhaps you are worth the Queen's time after all," Cersei teased before running her tongue over the head of his cock. She moaned as she licked up his pre-cum, the aphrodisiac beginning to take effect. While her right hand kept stroking his dick, her left slipped under her silk dress, playing with her dampening folds. She gave his cock head a kiss before running her lips along his length.

Her red lipstick smeared over his dark length as Malthar's magic seeped deeper into her mind. Unable to contain it, she let a low moan escape her throat, humming on his dark shaft. Her fingers rubbed her clit, her eyes looking up at the powerful warlock. He returned her gaze with cold indifference, and it turned her on beyond belief. Letting go of any remaining inhibitions, she let the tip of his monster member pass between her lips. Malthar barely grunted as his cock glided into her mouth, the Queen's talented tongue swirling around the tip. She obviously knew how to handle a dick, a testament to her years climbing the political ladder. Deeper and deeper down her throat he went, his dark length disappearing into her pure white face.

Cersei was openly moaning now, two fingers deep into her cunt. Normally a very composed cocksucker, she found herself drooling all over his dick, the spit dropping onto her expensive red silk dress. Her right hand switched from stroking him to cupping his massive balls. She could almost feel the huge load contained inside of them and shuddered at the thought of feeling it all over her.

While the Queen was quite talented, Malthar was not a patient man. And he wanted to watch her majesty squirm. Taking her golden locks in his hand, he thrust himself deep into her throat. One more thrust and he had bottomed out, his balls slapping her chin. Cersei screamed as he violated her throat, immediately orgasming. No one had ever manhandled her like this before, not even Robert after one of his drunken nights. She gagged as he roughly fucked her mouth, her drool and split now pouring out of her mouth. Needing some kind of stabilization, she grasped his thighs for support, almost fainting from lack of oxygen.

The Queen's **** was music to Malthar's ears. And the warlock had to admit, the Queen was a fighter. Even though he was utterly destroying her throat, the bitch still tried to run her tongue over his length, still tried to please him. She even deserves a reward.

Shoving his entire cock down her throat, Malthar held it there. After a few seconds, the Queen started to panic. Her hands went to her throat, feeling his huge member. She tried to gasp for air, but Malthar's dick was too thick to allow any air through. She looked up at him, pleading for her life. Malthar loved the way she looked, mascara running, makeup ruined, eyes watering. Even with her life on the line, she would not push him off.

Grunting, Malthar pulled out. Cersei sputtered and spit, but she did not have long to recover, as she felt the first strand of cum hit her forehead. Terrified of missing even a drop, the Queen brought her head up, opened her mouth, and received her reward. Load after load covered her face, coating her in white. She moaned and let her tongue loll out, eager to drink as much as possible. Globs dripped down and stained her dress, yet it just kept coming. By the end, it looked like ten men had come on her face, and she loved it.

"MMMMMmmmmm...." Cersei groaned, swallowing what landed in her mouth. It tasted like heaven to her. Taking two fingers, she scooped as much as possible off her face and brought it to her lips, savouring the taste.

"Oh please, ser. Please, fuck me. I need that... that amazing cock inside me," she groaned, licking up more of his cum.

"No, you are not yet worthy," Malthar growled, pulling up his breeches. Cersei looked in shock for a second, some small part of her screaming at herself to not put up with this insolence. But she pushed that last shred of self-respect away. She would do whatever she could to earn her new master. A glob of cum fell on the floor and, terrified to miss anything, Cersei bent down and licked it up. Malthar left the room without a word, passing the still **** guards.

The Westerosi were an easily picked fruit, but sweet nonetheless. What else did this continent have to offer?