The sex competition

Cersei only seemed to have eyes for Sansa and Arya, he noticed. “So, how has our little game been going?”

Myrcella consulted the roll of parchment she had with her. “We’ve only just started really. First we had the fellatio…”

Taena leaned other and flicked the princess’ ear. “She means the blowjob contest.”

“Yes, well…” Myrcella blushed very prettily when she was embarrassed. “Missandei of Naath won that round, so they got to give out four, um, loads to the losers. Those were allocated to House Stark’s posteriors”

“Sansa and Arya both got buttfucked twice,” Taena translated.

“Hmm, yes,” Myrcella looked up from her parchment. “And what we just had was the cunnlingus contest. Missandei managed to make Daenerys cum, um, three times. Gosh.”

Cersei looked down at the translator with interest. “You must have been a very well-used slaves, back in Essos.”

“The Wise Masters often had me service their wives while they took my arse,” Missandei said, staring at the ground the whole time.

“That sounds fun,” Cersei turned to Jon. “Do you understand the game?”

He could see no sense in not playing on with the Lannisters’ twisted game. “They’re in teams of two and have to complete these weird challenges. Whichever team loses has to complete an extra challenge as a penalty?”

“Exactly right,” Jon’s prize was the queen’s hand rubbing his cock again, as he stared up at the ceiling. “What was the planned penalty for that round, Lady Merryweather?”

“Nipple clamps,” the lady-in-waiting’s voice echoed up to the galleries as she swayed down into the arena with a box in her hand. “As Missandei gave Daenerys three astounding orgasms I think it’s only fair they get to gift three clamps to the losing team.”

“Let’s be generous, shall we? Seeing as how it took Arya double the time to get her sister off, we’ll give House Stark double the nipple clamps.”