The Queen does her duty

Robert groaned as he penetrated his wife, roughly shoving about half his length into her. Cersei groaned as well, but more in pain than pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets as Robert speared her pussy, his massive rod stretching her to his limits. Bran had a great angle and could see how soaked Robert's cock was in the Queen's juices. But he knew Cersei wasn't wet for the King. While Robert may be fucking her body, Cersei's eyes were locked on Bran's. Balancing himself, Bran pulled out his dick and began to stroke it.

"Fucking hells," Robert groaned, getting deeper and deeper in his wife, "You haven't been this wet in years! Northern air getting to ya, eh?" Laughing at himself again, he began to ram himself into her faster now.

"Gods, just shut up and give it to me," Cersei grimaced, though she was clearly getting into it. The idea of the much younger Bran pounding into her was making her hornier than she'd been in years. Bran could see how swollen her pussy lips were as Robert's cock glided back and forth. She was raising her hips to meet his, and soon enough he bottomed out inside of her. Cersei almost screamed at that, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth. Bran was steadily masturbating at this point, not believing that he was peeping on the Queen twice in one day! He loved how her breasts shook, how her body quivered, and how wet she was when she got fucked.

"Now I know you've not been fucking around," the naive Robert laughed. "You still as tight as always!" Withdrawing almost completely, he forced himself back in, eliciting another pained look from Cersei. She lay still, eyes tightly shut, as Robert rammed into her, almost tearing the poor queen apart. She almost looked liks she regretted her decision to tease the Northern prince. However, the mental image of Bran fucking her, of him suckling on her breasts as he made her feel better than even Jaime ever had, worked wonders. She got soaking wet at the very thought, and the extra lubricant turned pain into sweet, sweet pleasure.

Opening her eyes, she once again connected with Bran and, biting her lip, let out a deep moan. Bran began jerking himself faster at that, taking in the Queen's beautiful body as it was roughly fucked. The way her breasts shook with each impact, the way the King manhandled her for his own pleasure. It was a huge turn on. You could hear the sound of the King's heavy balls slapping against Cersei's ass, the balls slick with Cersei's juices. She was squeezing handfuls of the sheets as she tried her hardest to mask her pleasure, not wanting to give her husband the satisfaction. it was hard though as he fucked her deep, his huge cock bottoming out inside her each time. Locking eyes with the young Stark prince, imagining it was him between her legs, she let herself become immersed in the moment.

"Well, bloody hells, if you're not gonna look at me, I might as well see that fat arse of yours!" Robert yelled, pulling out of his wife. Cersei whined in protest, her hips still thrusting into the air, he cunt still dripping with her juices. Her complaints soon turned to a gasp, however, as Robert rolled he over so she was now on her stomach, facing the foot of the bed.

"That's more like it!" Robert laughed, giving her ass a loud smack. "Though I'm not sure it's worth your damned bitching!" Before Cersei could even snap back, he speared her from behind, shoving his full length into her. Her cunt was so wet he barely met resistance. Cersei screamed at the sudden intrusion, taking her breath away. She was completely skewered on his dick, and when he began to fuck her again, the pleasure was instant and intense.

Turning her head to the side, she once again looked to Bran. Bran was getting close to his climax. Watching the sexy Queen get railed was too good a show to last long. Cersei was in a similar position, her inhibitions against moaning shattered. Her deep moans were intercut with hard slaps to her rear, echoing around the room. Not being able to take it anymore, Cersei arched her back and, her thoughts and eyes zeroed in on Bran, came harder than she'd come in years. Her juices squirted out of her pussy and covered both Robert's cock and balls as well as the bed. She was physically shaking as she collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. Her eyes never left Bran's, lost in lust. The King did not seem to notice his wife climaxing, seeming so focused on his own pleasure he didn't even realize.

It was a minute or two more before Robert came. Cersei suffered the pain in her now quite dry snatch as Robert fucked and spanked her. While she feared the beating if she stopped him now, truly she just wanted to put on a show for Bran, who she noticed was jerking himself faster and faster. With a grunt, the King came, filling the Queen's tight pussy with his sperm. Bran did his best to climax at the same time, doing his best to not let a sound escape his lips. He came hard, shooting off load after load of cum. His seed squirted onto the walls of the castle, the last few strands coating his right hand.

Feeling drained, he fell back on the bed, sliding out of his wife. A glob of his cum came with him, dripping onto the sheets. Reaching over the bed, he grabbed the Northern fur and pulled it over himself, ready for bed. Cersei, meanwhile, after catching her breath, got up off the bed.

"What the fuck you doing, you crazy cunt!" Robert growled, closing his eyes and putting his face in the pillow. "Get in the bloody bed!"

"I'm just closing the window, you fat dolt!" Cersei growled, walking right over to Bran. Robert just grunted in response, not moving. The King's baby batter dripped down her thigh as she approached the pervy Stark.

She leaned out the window, her perfect tits inches from Bran's mouth. Her sexy smile said it all as she looked down at the much younger boy. Even though she had just been manhandled by the King of the Seven Kingdoms in front of him, Bran still knew she was in control. Reaching down, she grabbed Bran's cum covered hand. Bringing it to her lips, she wordlessly cleaned it off, running her tongue over it and sucking on each finger. When his hand was spotless, she released it and, with a wink, closed the shutters.

Bran just sat there in disbelief for a while, not believing what he'd just watched. This was surely not a night he would forget. Once he'd composed himself, he relaced his breeches and descended the walls. Making his way back to his room was much easier and quicker than getting there. Exhausted from both the climbing and his other physical exertions, he fell into a deep sleep before he even hit the pillow.