Cersei Lannister

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Befitting her status as a head of state seeking sanctuary abroad, Cersei Lannister was holed up in a high-end hotel in the nation's capitol. And while Rob could have easily had Zatanna warp him to D.C., he figured he would travel in style.

Plus, it was a chance for him to put his new private jet to use!

Jokingly referred to as "Air **** One" or "**** **** One", Rob's private jetliner had all the accommodations needed for a cross-country jaunt. Movies, games, food, and drink. And that wasn't even getting to the staff.

Joining him were Zatanna, Chun-Li, Nami, Izu, and Tifa, all of whom were dressed in sexy stewardess outfits - dark blue blouses cut low and deep, with short skirts, dark stockings, blue stiletto pumps, and a cute little stewardess' cap. Tifa, continuing her role as unofficial chauffeur, was in the cockpit, serving as pilot, with Izu as her co-pilot. Izu downloaded the needed information from the internet, while Zatanna inserted the necessary skills into Tifa via her magic. Zatanna lounged by herself in the back of the cabin, reading, leaving Nami and Chun-Li as the in-flight entertainment.

Rob's cock had enlarged into a massively thick pillar of meat, which Chun-Li was squatting up and down on, gasping and shuddering every time the hot shaft buried deep inside her. Nami knelt behind her, pulling triple duty of sucking on Rob's grapefruit sized testicles, tonguing Chun-Li's puckered anus, and scooping up any yummy cum that leaked from her slit.

Rob leaned back and groaned, unleashing another wave of seed. Chun-Li's face twisted in mind-shattered pleasure, entire body vibrating throughout the orgasm. Man, fuck flying commercial ever again. Even first class couldn't compete with the service his girl's provided. Teleportation via magic may be instantaneous, but it was worth the hours in the air to enjoy the bodies of his slaves.

"Attention all sluts and our Master." Tifa's voice crackled over the intercom. "We are about to begin our descent into Washington D.C. I would advice all to return to their seats and strap themselves in before we make our landing."

Rules were rules, after all, so Rob disentangled himself from his pets and returned to his seat. Chun-Li was so shattered she could barely stand and needed help getting seated, before they began their descent into the private airfield Rob had rented.

"Thank you for flying with the Sky Sluts! We know you have your choice of which whore to use and we're so glad you have chosen us!"

His five "Sky Sluts" gave their little speech in a full dogeza position, kneeling down with hands and palms flat on the ground. Quality customer service that could not be beat. Maybe Rob should start an airline next... With this level of service, him and his girls could put all the other major companies out of business in no time.

He filed that thought under "later" and returned to the task at hand. "Okay ladies, Zatanna and I will be heading out on this mission ourselves. I'd like you to get this bird refueled and take her home. I don't know how long I'll be, so you'll have to take care of each other while Master is away. Any disputes, then Tifa is in charge. I'll be home as soon as I can, understand?"

"Yes, Master. We understand. Have a safe trip and enjoy your newest conquests."

One snap later and Zatanna was back in her stage magician's outfit. Rob offered her his arm. "Ready to hit the town, dear?"

"With you Master?" Zatanna took it eagerly, hooking her arm with his. "It'll be spectacular. I can't wait.

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With a clear goal but no time restraint, Rob and Zatanna decided to make a date of their day in D.C. They did some shopping, toured some restaurants and bars, and visited all the sites - the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument, the Smithsonian, the Hall of Justice...

Yes, Rob's wish had conjured the Justice League, placing them square in the middle of D.C. (ha!). And signs of their habitation were everywhere in the city. Wonder Woman, Black Canary, Supergirl, Batwoman... there were posters and souvenirs and murals everywhere for the illustrious heroines. As if the capitol was more well known for them than anything else. More than once, Rob was sorely tempted to pursue one or two of these heroines, but he kept his mind on the prize at hand for now. There would be plenty of time later to remake the Justice League in his own image.

A little after sundown, master and **** had their fill of touristy fun and made their way to the hotel Izu had discerned Cersei and the others were hiding in. The Lannister matriarch would be on the private suite on the very top floor.

With Zatanna's magic, Rob had no problem walking by concierge at the front desk, waltzing by the score of security officers milling all over the hotel. Cersei, Daenerys, Sansa, and Arya weren't the only dignitaries currently staying, according to Izu, but they were all irrelevant to Rob and his goals.

"Say, Zee." Rob said, after arriving onto the top floor. "Do you think I could take lead on this one?"

"Well, of course, love. You can do whatever you want." Zatanna replied, but tilted her head to one-side. "But how will you enslave these women?" Rob just shrugged and smiled.

"Honestly? Every time, it's just sort of worked out, as I go with the flow. I've come to enjoy it, too."

Zatanna nodded in understanding. "Very well. Do you want me to wait outside the room, then?"

Rob honestly had no plan as to what to do with Zatanna, but then a fun idea hit him. "Why don't you... stick to the shadows?"

After a brief pause, Zatanna formed an understanding smirk, dark eyes glinting mischievously. She gathered up her power and uttered, "Annataz semoceb reh Retsam's wodahs!"

In an instant, Zatanna sank into Rob's faint shadow cast by the hallway's illumination, the shadow rippling like a puddle before it reformed. Now, drawn on the ground behind Rob, fully dark regardless of the light, Rob's shadow had turned into the shadowy silhouette of Zatanna! It was a little off-putting for the tall, broad man to be projecting the shadow of a shapely magician, not to mention Rob could hear Zatanna's chuckle inside his head when thought that thought but, honestly, he had been through weirder things lately.

With his new sexy shadow following him, Rob made his way to the door of the executive suite and knocked, seeing how that would work.

Answer: poorly.

"Incessant pests..." A cold, posh voice grumbled from the other side. "If I want a servant, I'll summon one. Leave me be."

Worth a shot, Rob supposed, as he went with plan B, tapping into his shadow and saying, "Rood, kcolnu."

The door gave way effortlessly, leading Rob into the magnificent living area of the suite. It sure paid to be Queen, even a Queen in exile. And speaking of Queens, across the room from Rob, upon a chaise lounge, with a glass of red wine in her hand and a sour expression on her face, there dwelt Cersei Lannister.

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She didn't quite look like how she was described in the books. She didn't quite look like how she appeared on the show. But she looked plenty like Rob imagined her, first reading the books nearly 30 years ago. Which is to say, she looked like she belonged on the set of a Game of Thrones porn parody. Shining, golden blonde curls worn down, in a crimson gown with a high slit for the leg and a low cut on the bodice, cinched tightly at the waist, showing off her long, shapely legs, her massive, heavy breasts, and her killer MILF-y curves. Rob figured, given the book's timescale, Cersei would be the first woman he conquered of a similar age to him, a thought that deeply excited him. He had drunk on the well of young flesh for sometime, now it was time to change things up and enjoy the bounty of a mature woman.

Cersei reared back in shock when Rob made his sudden appearance, but the surprise quickly vanished, replaced by more sourness, as scowl deepened. "Who," she tensed out, stressing every word and syllable with threatening tension, "in the Nine Hells are you."

Rob ignored the threat, shutting the door behind him. His eyes scanned the room. "Fancy digs you got here... though, I think my place is nicer. More women about, too, much livelier. Would you like to see it?"

"Answer me, commoner!" She spat the last word like it was the vilest of curses. "What are you doing here?"

"Why, I'm here for you, Queen Whore." Rob said, leering at Cersei, letting his eyes fill in the rest of his answer.

To Cersei's credit, she did not balk or cower. Instead, she chuckled, flashing Rob a leonine smile. "You know, perhaps I should thank you. I've been awfully bored trapped in this gilded cage. Watching security beat the shit out of you will provide a modicum of entertainment."

"Security won't be coming." Rob said, with all due confidence. Zatanna had seen to it earlier. "It's just you and me, babe, and we're gonna have a long talk about your future."

Cersei sneered. "Is there anything more vexing than an American commoner? Arrogance mixed with ignorance."

Rob proceed, unabated. "First, drop the queenly attitude. Your in America, Hot Tits. In this country, big-breasted blondes like you are nothing more than cockgobbling sluts." He gave her a smirk of superiority, pointing down to the floor. "So, if you get on your knees and say pretty please, maybe I'll give you a treat."

That was enough to stir Cersei to action, rising from her lounge and storming forth, indignant in her rage. Rob ignored all that, eyes locked on her bouncing breasts as she marched forward.

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"Listen here, you degenerate." She snarled, emerald eyes glaring daggers at Rob. "You scum. You lowlife piece of shit. I might be trapped in this hovel, but I am the Queen! I will not be berated by some pea-brained, disgusting peasant. I will not be insulted or leered at. I have killed men for saying and doing less than what you have, you worthless insect! You're beneath me! But you've infuriated me so much, I'm debating about ripping out your heart and eating it for my dinner!"

Rob let her go on, her tirade eventually becoming white noise. He had his fun playing with this food, but now it was time to go for the kill. All he needed was an induction method. As Cersei ranted and raved, to no effect, powerless in her fury, Rob scanned the room. He dug through his pockets. He wracked his brain. What did he have at his disposal to turn Cersei from proud bitch into simpering ****?