fuck the seven hells out of Cersei

"A coat of gold, a coat of red. A lion still has claws." Cersei looks confused as the song that was made for her father came bellowing out of her vocal cords. Your hand ran down her shapely golden gown-covered waist. You go to move closer but she pulls you by your cloak closer to her. She forcefully stares into your eyes as if hypnotized. Her face moves away from you not being able to maintain strong eye contact with you.

You continue to sing as you advance on the Lannister mom. "And mine are long and sharp, my whore." You grip her hands. Her puny fist trying to punch you away like she did with her twin brother while you back her up to the famous Iron Throne. Where countless kings, queens, and players have perished by their failure to capture it. You and Cersei make your way up the steps, closing in on the seat.

The look of dread is fully set in her emerald color eyes. Not fully understanding your powers. The thought of another player entering the game with everyone else in the entire seven kingdoms seems unimaginable to her right now.

Cersei said. "What are you doing? Stop right this moment or or or" She stutters out to you. You lift a smile at your alluring prey and push her upwards with little to no extra effort. She opens her mouth in panic realizing what is about to happen to her body. A thrill flushed down to her growing blossoming rose. You look around but the other Lannister twin is nowhere to be seen in the red keep. Cersei all to yourself. All you see around you are iron swords sticking out and poking everything. Danger sitting in for both of you.

You grin with both of your feet slowly ascending the Iron Throne steps. "And so he spoke, and so he spoke. That Lord of Castamere. And now the rains weep o'er his halls." You stare back at the empty halls. To show how much Cersei is at your perverted mercy.

Cersei began to switch up her majesty's command to a much more entreating tone. "Please don't do this. I am a mother. I am a queen. Please I can pay you whatever you want. Lands, titles, the North can all of yours. Sansa Stark can be your bride."

You sadly shook your head at the blonde hair Lannister. "With no one there to hear." You lift a hand to your ear signaling the eerie silence. "Yes, now the rains weep o'er his halls. And not a soul to hear. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh" You push Cersei back first onto the Iron Throne. She sat down shocked as she stares at you. She has never sat on the throne since the night of Blackwater Bay. Her body sitting on the seat of power with a man who wields otherworldly ability kneeling before her. Her golden skin started to turn red from embarrassment. She thought to herself that this can't be happening right in front of her very own eyes. But looking at you up close seeing you eye to eye only disgusts her and excites her mature pink twat lips. Cersei's wetness flooded her senses. The thrills are building inside the golden queen.

She continues to fake plead with you. "Please no." You give her a cocky smile, enjoying her pathetic expression towards you. It makes you all too giddy for what was next to happen.