It shall be... instructive.

Sansa pulled down Joffrey's breeches, freeing his engorged manhood. Taking a deep breath, she lowered her head to it, and began to lick it. Cersei watched the Northerner's work with a critical eye. "Hmm," she murmured, as Sansa worked to swallow the head of Joffrey's cock. "This is how you handle the royal cock?" The Queen regarded Sansa's ministrations with a slight sneer. "Pathetic." She glanced at Arya. "What of you, girl? How do you service your king?"

Arya knelt with a scowl, and lowered her face towards Joffrey's member. As she halfheartedly licked and kissed its swelling length, Joffrey was **** to admit that once one moved past the thrill of making the defiant Stark sister do this, she was rather lackluster. Cersei watched with a scowl, shaking her head in scorn. "No, no, no!" she cried. "All wrong." Striding forward, she cast off the loose-fitting robe as she knelt before her son. "It is obvious that you two backwards fools have had no proper instruction in pleasuring a King." As the two sisters stared at the Queen in shock, Cersei licked her lips and then engulfed her son's royal cock in her mouth.