Cersei lannister x oc male 2

Cersei Lannister, your son's new wife. Tywin Lannister thought you an important enough ally to marry his daughter to you. Unfortunately, you already have a wife and so she went to your son.

'Nothing more than a boy,' You think.

You're under no illusions that he is a man, he cares not for his responsibilities. "You're alive after all," he'd say. You doubt his worthiness, but he's your only son. Too bad for his wife, he doesn't deserve her.

That mind that Tywin appreciates begins to work, already ideas rush through you.

Your son barely talks to his Wife, playing with his friends. Luckily you are able to come up to him throughout the party, feeding him lines of "enjoy yourself," "let loose, you don't know when you will again." Your son falls too easily to his vices, getting drunk, and making a fool of himself before he and his wife retreat to their wedding bed.

The rest of the night passes quickly, the cheers, clanking, and other noises pass, leaving you to sit alone at the hearth.

Tapping is heard, soon followed by the appearance of Cersei Lannister.

If she is surprised by your appearance, she doesn't show it. Instead, she takes a seat as well. You two sit in silence, refusing to break it first.

Yet she does.

'She doesn't have her Father's patience,' You think. 'Or perhaps my son upset her.'

"Your son is a drunk," Her voice is spiteful.

"My son is inept," You say, getting somewhat of a reaction. "I take it he was unable to perform?"

"He could not find it in himself, no."

Pieces have fallen into place, few are left.

"Well, that won't do. The bedding needs to happen, else the alliance isn't cemented."

Cersei rolls her eyes, but you were already out of your seat, looming over her. You are taller than her, certainly stronger, but she shows no fear. She rakes over your figure, she must like what she sees because you notice the lust in her eyes.

She stands and you stare at each other for a moment. You lash out kissing her aggressively. She doesn't mind as you practically fuck her mouth, she matches you. Your hands maul her breasts through her clothing, dragging moans from her mouth into yours. When you were down, her lips were bruised, likely matching yours, and spit connects your tongues.

You take her by the waist and lay her on the carpet before the hearth, and rip her clothes open. Cersei's breasts are exposed to you, hard from the excitement. Your mouth latches on to a nipple, sucking and teasing it as your hands bunch up her skirt, her own hands helping you.

Your pants were barely down enough to expose your cock, but you still slide into her wet cunt.

Cersei hisses in pleasure, likely a while since she had sex. You thrust into her ever-tightening hole, moving from her breasts to attack her throat, sucking on her pulse.

Cersei grips your hair as she moans, not caring if the castle can hear her. They'll just think her "husband" is causing it.

Her slickness slides down your cock and down your thighs. Your thrust ring out with a wet sound as your hips meet. A hand falls to her pussy, gathering some of her juices, and Cersei shivers against you. Without letting up, your hand ghosts the curve of her ass before finding her asshole.

Cersei's labored breaths are cut off with a sharp intake.

You glance up and she gives a shaky nod. Your fingers enter her and Cersei lets out a low moan. Your fingers explore her tight hole as you slam into her.

Cersei wraps her legs around you and brings you to her lips. As you continue tongue fucking her throat, you curl your fingers, feeling her tighten around you even more. With slow but hard thrusts, you hilt inside your son's wife and climax as she cums around your cock.

Despite your age, you withdraw from her. Picking her up, you put her in your lap as you sit in your chair.

You nip at each other's lips before your heated gaze meets hers, your hand rubbing at her puckered hole. With a shaky breath, Cersei lifts herself and slowly sinks your cock into her asshole.

Gripping her waist, you slowly raise her before brutally slamming her down.

Cersei lets out a loud moan.

Her mouth hangs open as your pace quickens, stretching her open. You grab her hair and bring her to your lips, exploring her mouth once again. You feel her cover you with her juices multiple times, yet you never slow.

A few fingers join your cock inside her, driving Cersei crazy. She begins to bounce on your cock as you rest your other hand on her ass, squeezing it.

As Cersei tightens around you, you stop her.

She is obviously pissed, but you force her off of you and onto her knees. She has a look of disgust, but your hand pulls on her hair and the lust slowly returns. She reluctantly wraps her lips around your cock and you immediately go into fucking her throat.

Cersei gags around your cock, her hands finding purchase on your slickened thighs. Gripping enough to bruise, but not pushing.

You were already close before, and so you fist her hair and push her to take all of you as fill her throat with cum.

She gags and retches but takes it. Feeling the last of your throbbing, she pulls back, coughing.

Looking down at your Tywin's daughter, your son's wife, "I think we'll enjoy our alliance, don't you?"

With tears and spit staining her beautiful face, Cersei speaks.

"I think we will."