Arguing with the King

"Don't make me ask these filthy Northerners for another room!" Cersei snapped, brushing her hair with clear frustration.

"It's been fucking weeks!" The king yelled, wearing only his pants. "And nothing but empty fucking northern fields. The whole way up you were bitchin about not doin it in a tent!"

"I don't care how long it's been!" Cersei yelled back, throwing her brush on the ground. It bounces across the floor, stopping below the window.

"And now we have a big, soft bed!"

"Covered in these ugly furs!"

"A BIG, SOFT FUCKING BED!" Robert roared, throwing the fur cover off of it. He whips out his finger, pointing it accusingly at his queen. "And you still refuse to do your duty. Damn you to all seven hells, what are you good for besides your bloody father!"

"Oh good, mention my father, that'll help!" She shoots back, walking over to pick up her brush. As she bends down to pick it up, she catches herself, her eyes finding Bran's. He freezes, so terrified he can't even duck behind the windowsill. He expects her to scream, to call the king over, or at the very least to close the window. However, instead, a coy smile creeps onto her lips.

"Fine, you fat oaf!" She spits, walking over to her nightstand and putting her brush down.

"FAT! Who you..." Robert trails off, fully understanding what she just said.

"For the first time in our marriage, could you be useful and unlace me?" She asks, turning her back to her husband.

He just stands there for a few seconds, stunned, before shaking his head. "Fuck the laces," he growls, walking over to her.

However, before he gets there, she turns around and slaps his hands away. "If you want what's under the goddamn dress, take it off right!" She gives him a cold glare before turning back around.

"Fucking cunt," the king growled but nevertheless began to unlace her back. He was not very good at it, but after a while, he loosened it enough to slide it down her back. Her beautiful pale skin came into view as he slid it down her body. From this position, Bran could only see the side of her amazing breasts around her body, but Bran remembered them well enough from earlier to picture them. As Robert pushed it over the curve of her hips, her smooth, perfect ass came into view. God, Bran had just seen it this morning but her huge cheeks instantly made him hard. Robert let the fabric drop to the ground, admiring Cersei as well.

"I almost forgot how nice and fat your arse was!" Robert laughed, giving it a hard slap.

"I'll take that as a compliment," the queen growled, stepping out of the dress.

"As you should," Robert replied, giving his wife a shove. She gasped as she was tossed on the bed, her ass in the air. Robert practically tore his breeches off, unveiling his massive nine-inch cock. The base was covered in hair, but they could not obscure the massive balls underneath. He gave it a few strokes, getting it to full mast.

Rolling over, Cersei grimaced, as if forgetting just how big her husband was. "Don't expect me to be enthusiastic, asshole!"

"All I need is your cunt, cunt!" Robert shot back. Laughing at his own joke, he lined up with her wet snatch.