Peculiarities

Jon moved through Casterly Rock the next morning with a profound sense of paranoia. He had seen previously how nearly everyone in the foreboding household had viewed Myrcella as a charming and delight young maiden, with even Lord Tywin having something of a soft spot for his granddaughter. The thought that any of them knew what he had done with Myrcella sent a chill down his spine.

Breakfast was not made any easier with Myrcella looking at him with an even greater sense of adoration than usual. Jon only prayed that the Lannisters wrote it off as typical infatuion. Otherwise, much of the morning meal went by without much complaint and Jon found himself traversing much of the Western Coast near Lannisport with Lord Tywin and Ser Jamie, watching as the old lion went about administering his rule over the Westermen. It was harsh at times, but there was a certain fairness as well and Jon began to understand that Tywin ruled through fear as a means to keep the peace. He did not particularly like it, but he could barely argue with the results.

The sun eventually drew close to the horizon and they returned back to the Rock for dinner. It was a decent meal of roast duck and several kinds of vegetables which Jon devoured heartily whilst listening to the Lannisters converse. Tyrion was absent, but Cersei dismissed that as a usual occurance and scorned her imp brother for a drunkard. Jamie did not look particularly pleased by the insult afforded to his brother, but did not speak out.

Myrcella was animated at Jon’s side, keeping his attention firmly on her and he did not fail to notice how often she touched his arm. “Perhaps tomorrow we could go for a walk along the beaches?”

“I would love to,” Jon replied, smiling gently at the young woman, “from what I saw today, the water looked beautiful.”

“We could go for a swim,” Myrcella suggested, once again touching his arm, “the sea is lovely and warm during the summer years.”

“Myrcella,” Cersei’s voice cut in, soft yet firm enough to draw her daughter’s attention away from Jon, “You’ll have to join me in my solar later for your studies.”

Jon blinked in confusion, which only grew when Myrcella nodded in tentative agreement. His confusion did not abate for the rest of the meal as he noticed Myrcella was less vocal and more subdued whilst Cersei seemed to have afixed a smirk onto her face the entire time.

Once they were finished and everyone sated with conversation and wine, they went about their ways to bed. Jon’s mind could not cease from turning as he pondered the exchange, and decided he would go for a walk to see what he could make of it. Vaguely he knew the direction of Cersei’s chambers and headed towards them, moving through the quiet and sleeping castle with deft silence. The quiet was interrupted when, just outside Cersei’s door, Jon heard a moan of discomfort. Curiosity got the better of him, and he slipped the chamber door open just a crack so that he might peer in. What he saw astounded him.

Both mother and daughter were naked in bed, yet Myrcella was on hands and knees, face scrunched in obvious displeasure, gripping hold the sheets as Cersei thrust into her from behind. At first Jon couldn’t make sense of it, but then he saw a flash of something. It was what appeared to be a false cock, complete with its own harness that Cersei had adorned and begun to use on her daughter.

“Please mother,” Myrcella whined, “you must...go slower...”

Cersei grinned viciously as she reached out and pushed her daughter further into the bed. “You’ll take it as hard and as deep up that little asshole as possible,” she was out of breath, her large tits heaving and bouncing with every thrust and her gorgeous body glistened sweat, “what kind of wife would you make Prince Jon if you could not take him up the ass?”

Myrcella groaned in discomfort and swallowed back her tears, forcing her hips back so that lovely little ass could take more and more of the false cock. The act seemed to utterly delight Cersei, who reached out and pulled her daughter’s golden hair, making the younger Lannister rear back even more.

“Such a good..little cocksleeve,” Cersei laughed, one hand casually slapping Myrcella’s pert ass. “You like it up your slutty ass don’t you?”

“No...” Myrcella whined in protest, her eyes filled with tears, “please...ugh...please don’t say that mother...”

Cersei brought her hand down hard on Myrcella’s asscheek leaving a red mark. “Say it! Say you love having my cock up your ass!”

The elder Lannister did not let up with her ****, thrust with a savage cruelty whilst slapping her daughter’s cheeks to utter redness. Eventually the girl gave out and shrieked, “I love it! I love having cocks up my ass! You fuck my ass so good!”

Cersei looked triumphant at that, and after a time removed herself from her utterly spent and sobbing daughter. Jon’s eyes widened when he saw the full size of the false-cock, it was monstrously big and looked obscene compared to the small woman it had just been inside. Cersei crawled over to her daughter, gently caressing her tear soaked face.

“You see?” She spoke softly, gently, “ you are getting better. You’re going to be such a good wife for Prince Jon that he’ll do anything you ask. You’ll be able to make him truly love you if you keep this up.” She gestured to the cock she still wore, “you know what to do...”

Tearfully, Myrcella bent her head to her mother’s lap and began to suck on the implement that had just invaded her ass, Cersei stroking her hair lovingly the whole time.

Jon backed away from the door, utterly shocked by what he had seen, his heart beating a like a race horse and his mind swirling.