Oral examination (MF, dubcon, oral)

“No, turn around.”

She did as she was told

“Open.”

She opened her mouth and he pressed her fingers inside. She could taste herself on him as he slid his fingers over her tongue and teeth and the inside of her cheek.

He muttered to himself, “lower,” he said, pushing down on her. “Lower,” he repeated when she did not move enough. She closed her eyes, sealing her lips around his fingers then dropped to her knees. There was no need to pretend this was anything other than it was.

“Good,” he said again, and she heard the rustle of wool, then the warm length of him pressed against her face, he rested his cock there, over her cheek and eye, as she suckled on his finger.

“What is this test for?” she dared to ask when he pulled his fingers free.

He looked down at her, his face half concealed by the cock covering her eye, old and smug he had the audacity to grin.

“A test of discretion,” he answered, he gripped his cock, “as future Queen you will be privy to information, what better way to know you can be trusted, hmm?” his cock pressed against her swollen lips, then harder still forcing her lips to part until the head of his cock pressed against her teeth.

She stared at him for a moment as she became accustomed to the taste of him, bright violet eyes staring up a the ancient man and his stupid arragoant grin. The musty sweaty taste of his cock filled her senses before she pursed her lips and teeth, and let him slip himself inside her wet and warm mouth.

Discretion, she thought, her eyes narrowing. She could keep secrets, like how the old decrepit Maester was more than lively when it came to fucking young women. And that same Grandmaester better served the Lannisters, rather than the King he was pledged to.

She closed her eyes, and went to work, bathing his cock with her tongue, bobbing her head up and down over his shaft as she had done a dozen times before, in a dozen different examinations. She let him slip deeper, enough to make her gag, then pulled back, drool and spit trailing from her pouty lips. His hands tangled into her silver-blonde hair leaving it a tangled mess. She leaned back down, taking him back deep into her mouth, her tongue going to work.

They thought so little of her, no more than a hole to fuck. But you would be surprised how much you could learn from a man when their only concern was to get your lips around their cock. She knew a great amount about a lot of things.

Her hand clenched around the base of his cock, her tongue swirled around his head, she could taste his cum ooze from his tip. He was not nearly as feeble as he looked but he was still an old man and her mouth was made for this. She gave him one final look, and the sight of her, so young and beautiful. Her eyes wide and bright and full anger and hate. Those pouty swollen lips, so soft and warm sealed around his cock was too much for him.

Pycelle came with an undignified moan, catching her by surprise spurting his cum all over the back of her throat, she swallowed quickly, then popped him from her mouth, flinching as a final splash of cum caught her across the cheek.

Discretion she thought as she swallowed the rest of his seed and wiped her face clean. That was something she knew well about.