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Chapter 8 by Yelawolf Yelawolf

You command her...

To undress

Cersei's fingers twitch upwards toward her red and golden dress. Her face tells you that she didn't want to be nude in front of you or when sitting on the Iron Throne. She slid her dress off of her still-youthful body. Her tits not dropping that much. A mothering age so enticing with every beauty mark and curve of her aging body. It would make you drool to ravage such an erotic woman as the mature Lannister queen is.

Your finger motions for Cersei to lean back against the throne, where it's meant to feel like stabbing into an **** uncomfortable for the ruler to sit. Her slightly golden pubic met your eyes as the dress fell below her hips. Her tits jutted outwards, held perfectly for you by a golden piece of jewelry she put around her curvy waist. Cersei lifts a small breast closer to your face to make your greedy hand take hold of it.

You knew she had another few years before they hung like baboons from trees. Her dress presses to her toned thighs as you grab the hem to pull Cersei into full nakedness. Her small blonde bush makes you grin again. This would be gone next time you fuck you thought. Her body will be hairless as a cat.

Cersei gasped at your power controlling her legs. They part open wide. Giving you full sight into her wet, juicy opening. You took one lick across her tight twat lips. Tasting her completely, ready to impregnate your pole and give her another bastard to raise. This one with maybe black hair like your own. But you didn't hate it if you had a golden twat son walking around the castle.

"Your body looks so great. Every inch of your skin is flawless." You press a hand up cupping her breasts. Cersei let a shy moan, unlike her evil sadistic character from the show. You kneel in front of her as she sat on the throne. "You like seeing a man kneel before you. Go on and tell me the truth."

Cersei took a sharp breath knowing where your teasing was going to end up next. Your words come as easily out of your mouth as the sweetest honey or lemon cakes in all of Westeros. "I know how you see us men. Only dumb, foolish. Only having a taste for war, wine, and women." Your lips kissing her beautiful open lips.

She said...

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