Cersei

Jon could only groan as the Lioness Of Casterly Rock went to work on his cock. First she lathered the head playfully with her tongue, but quickly moved to take him down her throat with what looked to be practiced ease. Jon licked his lips and stared down at the woman, struggling to keep himself quiet as she expertly played his manhood like an instrument. He inched his cock deeper and deeper, each gag, each whimper, only made his cock harder as he continued forwards. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but elected to enjoy it nonetheless.

He was almost there, reaching closer and closer to climax as Cersei bobbed her head at a quicker pace. But as his end approached, the woman drew away, smiling deviously at him as she licked her lips, one hand absently resting on his balls.

“You know, despite what they say I can see Rhaegar in you,” her voice was quiet, but thick with lust. “I wanted to marry him once, but I think now I have gotten the better deal.”

Jon struggled to speak. “Lady Cersei...you can’t be in here,” he groaned again as her hand absently began to stroke him. “I’m betrothed to your daughter, and if Lord Tywin finds out...”

“Oh hush,” the Lioness Of Lannister said, removing her hands long enough to pull up her shift and reveal her body in all its naked glory. Her breasts had sagged a little and her stomach was perhaps not as tight as it used to be from birthing three children, but she still looked like a golden goddess from some heathen land. “My Father won’t be a problem, not for much longer anyway. And Myrcella?” There was that smirk again as she began to stroke his cock a little harder, “Myrcella is just a girl. Pretty yes, prettier than most but she cannot please you the ways I can.”

Cersei moved herself over him now, both hands either side of his head she looked down on him. “Make me your wife,” she urged, lowering her body slowly down so that her mound rested just above his erect cock. “I can bare you children, many sons and daughters to found a golden dynasty that will last a thousand years!”

In that moment sanity left him, and all that remained was the urgent need in his cock, the desire that threatened to consume him. “Yes,” he muttered, “Yes, be my wife...”

Smiling triumphantly, Cersei lowered her wet cunt onto his waiting cock, sinking all the way to the hilt, her wild green eyes almost seeming to glow in the dark as she began to ride him. She contracted herself around him, laughing at her pleasure and her recent victory. Jon’s hands grasped her hips to aid her movement, pleasure spiking before he reached up to claim her mouth in his.

“My wife,” he breathed once the kiss was broken. “Mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed, riding him furiously, her expression one of mad pleasure. “Don’t...worry about my father...or my...daughter,” she huffed a breath and began to slam herself down as he grasped her tits. “Just...urgh...fuck me...breed me! Fuck your children into me!”

Jon groaned as his climax approached, the woman’s words driving him mad with lust, and released himself deep inside her. Gasping pleasurably as Cersei rode out the remainder of her climax on his softening cock.

He collapsed, utterly spent, and Cersei snaked up to his side, kissing him briefly and then whispering into his ear. “I will handle everything, don’t worry. Soon our children will sit the throne.”