Couldn't hurt

While you were not expecting to wind up this way, bound in a wet diaper with the Queen of the Seven kingdoms sitting on you in a diaper herself, you do have to admit the whole experience is strangely invigorating. Besides, knowing the Queen's reputation, you do not think it would be a good idea to refuse Cersei.

"Well, if it would please you, Your Grace..." you say, tentatively, "I suppose I would not mind seeing where this goes."

Cersei smiles widely again, leaning back, her firm bosom jiggling in the process. "Good answer, baby boy," she declares, "And for that, I think you're earned yourself a little reward."

"What?" you ask, intrigued.

Cersei slowly brings her hand down to the front of your diaper, beginning to rub the padding against your nether regions. Your manhood had started getting a little hard at the sight of the queen's exposed breasts. Getting pleasured by her more directly only enhances the experience.

You soon began moaning in arousal as your soaked diaper is pressed against her cock, starting to hump in rhythm to the queen's touch.

"I thought Baby would like that," Cersei coos, rubbing more firmly, "Does he like having his nappy touched like that?"

Unable to form words, you just nod your head, continuing to hump and moan as the stimulation continues.