The Stag, The Lioness, and The Cub

Robert Baratheon was fucking bored.

He had been sitting in this uncomfortable fucking carriage for hours with nobody to talk to. Well, nobody that would talk to him, at least. He was sharing the carriage with his wife and daughter, though neither was very talkative.

Cersei Lannister, his beautiful wife. Beautiful, aye, but a royal bitch! The woman hated him and made a point of reminding him of that fact. She was doing the same thing she had been doing since King's Landing: staring out the window, her eyes angry and resentful. Even through her hatred and disdain, though, Robert couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of her. She had kept her curves though three children, a feat by itself. The deep neckline of her red dress accentuated her round, firm breasts. It had been months since Robert had seen those beauties.

And then there was Myrcella. Sweet, slutty Myrcella. She was a shy girl, but Robert knew she was a harlot at heart. He had walked by her tent at night, and heard the sound of sex. Her brothers, most likely, or maybe a lucky guard. Robert didn't care, as long as she drank her moon tea she could fuck anyone she liked. The little girl definitely took after her mother, barely a trace of Robert in her. She had stunning blonde hair that flowed down past her shoulders, and blue eyes that made your heart melt. Her breasts were not as big as her mother's, that was true, but they fit her slim form. She liked her father well enough but wasn't great with conversation. She would respond to your questions, but not much else. She spends most of the time looking out the window and some shit with her needlework.

Checking out his wife and child had made the king quite aroused, and in his bored state, any idea was a good idea.

"Alllllright!" Robert boomed, surprising the girls. "We have three hours until Winterfell, give or take. We have to do something 'fore we lose our minds!"

"Maybe if you hadn't brought us to this frozen wasteland we would have more to do," Cersei snapped back, her words as cold as the North.

"Watch your tongue, woman," Robert barked back, "You know why we're here, and you know why it's necessary." Cersei said nothing, looking out the window, scowling.

"Ah, fuck it!" Robert growled, undoing his belt and fishing out his cock. Myrcella eyes widened in shock as anger washed over Cersei's. "You can't be serious!" The Lioness growled. "Put that away, your daughter is here!"

"Myrcella knows what it is. And if the moans from her tent are any hint, she knows what to do with it." The shy girl blushed heavily, but her eyes never left his massive length. While Robert had lost his muscle, he hadn't lost his impressive member. At 10 inches, it was a sight to behold.

"I refuse!" Cersi spat back, crossing her arms.

"You are my wife and you will do your duty!" Robert shot back, stroking his dick. Cersei just stared back at him, daring him to make a move. He could hit her, **** his cock down her throat. It was his right, after all. But Robert had a better idea.

"Well, you may be a stick in the mud, but the same doesn't hold true for your daughter." Myrcella again blushed, but the wheels in her head were turning. She knew what her father was talking about, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't intrigued. He had an impressive dick, bigger than Tommen's and Joffrey's.

"You wouldn't dare!" Cersei snapped, her domineering tone wavering. "She's only a child!"

"She's nineteen and old enough to decide," Robert responded, looking at his little cub. "I won't **** you to do anything, dear. Do what you like."

Myrcella was torn. On one hand, she loved her mother and didn't want to hurt her. But on the other hand... Damn, this situation was making her wet! Her smallclothes were soaked at this point, her nipples as hard as rocks. It's not like opportunities like this occurred often. Her father was not a family man, spending most night's drunk and bedding whores. Could she possibly pass up this chance? It took her almost a full minute to decide, but finally, she reached out and took his dick in her hands. It was Cersei's turn to be shocked, her mouth agape.

"Thata girl!" Robert congratulated, glad his gamble had paid off. "Why don't ya wrap those pretty little lips around it. I'm sure you know how."

Myrcella did indeed, and without another word, she took the head in her mouth. The cock was extremely thick, thicker than either of her brothers, and filled her mouth completely. Trying her best, she began to swirl her tongue around the tip.

"Oh gods, she's good," Robert groaned, giving his wife victorious smirk. "Wonder who she got that from. Obviously not her mother."

The insults brought Cersei back to the real world. "MYRCELLA!" She shrieked, furious. "You stop that this instant!" Myrcella wavered, but kept going, running her tongue along his head. She had even begun to bob her head, fitting more and more of the fat cock in her mouth.

"Leave 'er alone," Robert chastised, running a hand through her soft, golden hair. "She's doing this by herself. She can do what she wants, is that right?"

"MmphMhmmm," Myrcella agreed, the sound muffled by her father's dick. She had taken a good two inches by this point. She was definently struggling to take more of it, her mouth not used to such a big, fat cock. While she wasn't able to take it deep, her tongue was doing wonders for Robert, pleasuring his head immensely. Her small, soft hands stroked his shaft, her eyes focused on the task at hand. Damn, Robert thought, Why waste money on whores when this is waiting for me at home!

"Here, girl," Robert said, leaning forward and pulling at the straps of his daughter's dress. "Show me those tits!" She shrugged them off, letting the dress fall, exposing her top half. Her breasts were small but perky, and jiggled as Myrcella bobbed her head. "Damn, you got some fine knockers," The king commented, staring at the young girl's chest. Myrcella appreciated the compliment, bobbing her head faster to show it.

"Damn you!" Cersei growled, her husband's lecherous comments to much for her. Filled with anger, she tore Myrcella off Robert, who let out a startled yelp. Before either of them could protest, she surprised both of them by grabbing his dick.

"If anyone's going to do it, it's going to be me," she practically spat before wrapping her lips around the thick member. Cersei was no child, and she knew how to take a dick. She took 4 inches in her first gulp, and pretty soon she was deepthroating the entire length. One of her free hands cradled his balls, carressing the sensitive sack. However, she was not enjoying this at all, evident by her cold stare, her eyes glaring at Robert's smug face.

Robert was in complete shock. He couldn't even remember the last time his wife had even touched his cock, let alone sucked it. Not that he was complaining, mind you. While feeling his daughter's young mouth on his cock had been pleasant, Cersei had the skill and the experience. The way she took his entire length, her tongue running up and down, was to die for.

Myrcella was a bit put off, missing the taste of her daddy's dick. However, this was overshadowed by her amazement. She'd always thought her mother was a prude, never sleeping with her father. She now knew how much of a slut she was, deepthroating her father like a pro, the outline of his cock in her throat. However, she could tell her mother wasn't enjoying it, this more of a chore than anything else. She wanted her mom to be as wet as she was, and decided to fix that.

Wordlessly Myrcella came up behind her mother, her hands snaking around her body and squeezing her ample breasts. Cersei let out a muffled protest, but Myrcella kept going, caressing her mother's boobs through her dress. One hand dropped down and began pawing the Queen's sex. At first, Cersei was annoyed, her daughter's actions just making this more humiliating. However, she had to admit, despite Myrcella's inexperience she was doing a good job. And it was nice to feel some pleasure for once, the gods knew Robert never gave her any. Almost subconsciously, she used her free hand to raise her dress. Myrcella took the hint, her hand finding a way under the fabric and between her thighs. Dipping into her smallclothes, she began to rub her mother's pussy, making small circles with her fingers. While she had never touched another girl, she did masturbate and applied a similar technique. It was definitely working, the Queen pushing her butt back into her daughter. Cersei tried her best not to moan, hating to give her husband the satisfaction, but a few muffled groans escaped her lips.

Robert couldn't believe his luck! Not only had he not expected Cersei to join in, he would never have dreamed she would let Myrcella touch her. He knew he should be content with this, but Robert was a gambler at heart.

"Here honey," Robert offered, patting his lap. "Why don't you climb on?"

Pulling her husband's cock out of her mouth, she stared daggers at Robert. "You fucker! A blowjob not enough for you!"

"I'll do it!" Myrcella squealed, jumping at the opportunity. Her pussy was on fire, and she needed relief. Rushing past her stunned mother, she gathered the folds of her skirt in her hands and straddled her father, facing him with her seductive smile.

"I couldn't ask for a better daughter," Robert said sincerely, grabbing her ass and lifting the petite girl up. Lining his cock up with her tight pussy, he slowly impaled her. Myrcella let out a cute, high pitched moan as she was completely filled up, the fat dick stretching her to her limit. It took a while, and a lot of moaning, but soon his entire length was inside her. Batting his hands away, Myrcella took control, enjoying the feeling of being completely stuffed. Giving her father a smile, she slowly began to rise, letting a couple inches slide out of her, before sitting her ass back down. Repeating this over and over, she began to ride her dad. This wasn't her first rodeo. While Joffrey liked her on all fours, Tommen preferred cowgirl, so she knew what to do.

Cersei was angry, but not with Myrcella. The young girl was naive and hungry for cock, not unlike Cersei when she was younger. She was angry at her husband for using her, the fat bastard! Still, she wanted her daughter to enjoy herself, standing behind her. Myrcella tilter her head to the side, looking deep into her mother's eyes. Cersei said nothing, leaning forward and kissing her daughter. Myrcella kissed back, moaning into her mother's mouth as she kept bouncing on Robert's cock. As she made out with her daughter, Cersei's hands explored her daughter, squeezing and fondling Myrcella's breasts. One hand ventured lower, rubbing Myrcella's sensitive clit.

Robert was in heaven, watching the lioness and her cub pleasure each other. While he did love his whores, nothing could compare with family. His mind drifted to Mya Stone, a bastard he had fostered years ago in the Vale. Perhaps I should summon her to King's Landing, he thought. Two daughters are better than one, after all.

Myrcella couldn't take it anymore. Robert's big, fat cock was good on its own, but her mother was more than she could handle. The woman was an expert, pinching her nipples, stroking her clit, and making her feel better than any man ever had. Screaming into her mother's mouth she came, her juices leaking onto her daddy's dick. Cersei smiled on the inside, knowing that she made her daughter cum, not her husband.

Myrcella's orgams pushed Robert closer to his own, and he knew he wouldn't last long. "On your knees, the both of you!" He ordered. Myrcella was quick to obey, hoping off his dick, but Cersei hesitated. She knew what Robert planned to do, and detested the idea of being covered in his cum. She didn't want to upset her daughter, though, so she complied. Kneeling next to Myrcella, she braced herself.

Robert, sitting up, began stroking his meat. It didn't take him long, the sight of mother and daughter on their knees intoxicating to the King. Grunting, he shot his load all over them. The first shot hit Myrcella's mouth, the second landing on Cersei's nose. He plastered the two of them, emptying his very full balls. The last strand landed on Myrcella's breasts, dripping inbetween them.

"Gods," Robert groaned, exhausted. Falling backwards, he passed out, his deflating cock still hanging out of his pants.

Cersei and Myrcella just sat there for a moment, taking everything in. Breathing heavily and covered in cum, the girls were a mess. Cersei made the first move, licking the cum off her daughter's chest. Working her way up, she began licking Myrcella clean, as a mother lion would her cub. Myrcella followed suit, licking every drop of spunk off her mother.

Once they were both spotless, Cersei kissed her daughter deeply before whispering in her ear. "You're mine," she said softly, biting her earlobe. "Now and forever."

Myrcella didn't say anything, but she knew it was true. She was mommy's little slut.