Chapter 65: A King's Gambit

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  The afternoon sun spilled through tall windows, filling the Queen’s chambers with long shadows. My knee pressed harder between her legs as I sidered my options, the dagger steady against her throat.

  It was funny, really. The room was full of luxury, artwork and all, and she carried herself with the pride of a Queen until a minute ago. But right now? Her death was in my hands.

  What an idiot, I thought, sidering the euation once again. The sheer arrogance of it almost made me ugh. Especially when she knew I wasn’t a normal human, I could fly, and I’d murdered dozens of guards before. Why did she seclude herself with me?

  Her stupidity aside, I o think about my course of a carefully. Only Cersei knew about my secret, but my panions were also captured. The Red Keep crawled with guards, true, but they weren't the real threat. It was the politics of this situation that could prove deadly.

  Kill Cersei now, and I'd have chaos crash into me that I didn’t want. If killing the royals was what I wanted, I’d have killed Joffrey a long time ago. But I couldn’t let her live either; if she lived, she'd op plotting against me. Stannis’ attack might py out entirely differently because of her annoying plots.

  Let’s see… Kinvara is probably fine as long as she isn’t dead. She’s a magi after all, and she was far too old to fall for Cersei's plots. The Sand Snakes were mortal, though. But… I didn’t care about them. They weren’t useful to me, ohing, and sedly, I didn’t have aional e with them.

  Kinvara’s usefulness aside, she was fun pany. And she should be fine. So that left Cersei’s fate on my pns and not on any worry for my panions. My jaws ched. I could end this right now, I mused, studying Cersei's refle in one of her gilded mirrors. One quick ssh and the Lannisters lose their queen.

  But that would be too simple, too . Too much of a waste. I needed something messier that would tear their pride apart before I bur all down.

  Plus, she’d make a great example of what happeo people, no matter if they were Lannister Princesses, or Royal Queens, who stood against the argaryen Dynasty.

  In that case…

  A muffled whimper drew my attention bay captive. Cersei's eyes bzed with helpless fury in the mirror, that famous Lannister pride still there even as she realized just how badly she'd miscalcuted. The mighty lioness, brought low by her own hubris.

  The irony wasn't lost on me.

  “Did you think ropes could hold me?” I hissed, breath hot against her ear. “That ropes matter tons?”

  “Mmhmph! S-stoff!” She tried through the gag, and it sounded painfully amusing.

  My dagger traced the n of her throat, dimpling flesh. “Nah. I walked through your son's soldiers. Ate your father’s schemes. And you—” The bde slid lower, splitting silk. “—you’re just a lion cub pying queen. What a bitch do to a dragon?”

  Her chest heaved against the torn robe, fury warring with terror. It was a sight to behold, for while she was a dumb whore, she was a geous one. Her intelligence aside, she had the looks suitable for a queen.

  I leaned close, sav the hit her breath, my pelvis pressing against her ass.

  “Now,” I purred, “shall we discuss my panions? And you’ll pray I leave you breathing when the Red Keep burns.”

  I tightened my grip on Cersei's throat, watg her struggle against my hold. She jerked her body around, making her round breasts sway, and grunted against my grip. It was a good feeling. The pleasure of holding down a queen, a real one, not something like the Pirate Queen. Her defianly made me chuckle darkly.

  The fear in her eyes was intoxig, a deep trast to the haughty demeanor she wore like armor earlier. I could feel the warmth of her pulse against my fiips, rag like a doe before the hunt.

  “Vou… voing toh… pay for this…!” she grumbled at me, gring.

  I burst out ughing. "Oh e on, you think I 't guess what you wanted, you slut? Why yht me here instead of exeg me?" I whispered, my voice a low growl that resonated in the hollow of her throat.

  “Toh-” she started, “toh lockh you uph in the… dungeon!”

  Laughing once again, I spped her ass, watg her wince. "Sure you would have. You Lannisters are all the same, arrogant to the st, unwilling to admit what you want."

  Slowly, she stopped jerking her body in an attempt to free herself. I could taste the victory in the air, as tangible as the salt on the winds onstone.

  Cersei's breaths came in shallos now, her face paling as the realization of her predit settled upohat she couldn't free herself, and she couldn't scream for help.

  I leaned in closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "This is where your story ends, false Queen of Andals," I murmured. "And mine is just beginning."

  “...Noh…” she cried, “you won't dare to kill me!”

  "That depends on how you act from now on," I chuckled, my voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't lie when I said I kly why you wao meet me alone. Why you didn't alert the entire realm the moment you suspected who I was."

  She tried to turn her head, but my grip held firm. Her neck was firm, and the warm skin leasant to the touch.

  "It's because of him, isn't it? My brother Rhaegar." I felt her tense beh me. "The dragon prince you could never have. Is that not why you're here now, pying these little games?"

  A muffled ugh came through the cloth gag, but it sounded hollow, desperate. The sound grated on my nerves.

  My hand struck her face, the sharp crack eg in the chamber. Her eyes rolled back, a groan esg through the gag.

  I pulled a rope from my iory, the material appearing in my hand as if by magic. "Annoying, don't ugh. I hate Lannister ughter. You little cats always think you're so clever," I muttered, binding her hands behind her bad putting my dagger away in the Iory. "But you're transparent. Pathetic, even."

  She struggled against the bonds, but there was no escape. The mighty lioness of House Lannister reduced to this – all because she couldn't resist the ghost of a man long dead.

  I flipped Cersei over onto her back, her breasts jiggling as they settled, one of them poking out through those loose robes of her. I grinned down at her, drinking in the horror flooding her eyes, vishing in her geous body.

  "Now then, Yrace," I purred, "once again, I want to discuss where my panions are bei. But since you're so uncooperative, allow me to soften you up first, yeah?”

  She shook her head frantically, mumbling something unintelligible through the gag. I leaned closer, my hand tightening around the curve of her slim waist. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you."

  Tears leaked from the ers of her eyes as she repeated herself, mascara running in dark rivulets down her cheeks.

  The sight of the proud Cersei Lannister brought so low filled me with a savage satisfa. I ughed, the sound eg off the stone walls of her chambers. "Are you me to stop? I thih know you're in no position to be making demands.”

  “Mmhmmph!”

  “Heh. Who would dare e to your resow? Your loyal guards? Your devoted brother? Nobody. That is the answer.” I spped her across her back.

  Then I tore away her fine silk dress, the expensive fabric shreddih my fingers. Cersei whimpered pitifully and attempted to shield herself from my gaze, but my iron grip held her firmly in pbsp;

  My free hand traced a threatening path across her colrbone, reminding her of her plete powerlessness. She whimpered in respohe sound muffled by the cloth betweeeeth, her proud demeanor finally shattered.

  I spped her across the ass, watg her squirm in pain. "None of that now," I said. "You wahe st dragon, didn't you? Be gd. My brother was a dragon by name, while I am one by blood. You'll soon see.”

  She looked at me in fusion, but she'd soon see anyway. I undid my breeches, freeing my hard length.

  Cersei's eyes wide the sight, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. That size must not look human to her. I chuckled darkly, positioning myself at her entrance.

  “There is no need for forepy with a whore, right?” I asked. "But I bet you're wet enough already. Let's test out that bet,” I said, thrusting forward in one brutal motion.

  Cersei screamed behind the gag, her walls g down on me like a vice. It was an intense feeling, fug the slut that Robert the Usurper married. I groa the exquisite tightness, giving her just a moment to adjust to my size.

  Then, I set a punishing pace, my hips snapping forward with enough force to rattle the bed frame. It felt good, my hip muscles tightening in lust.

  Cersei sobbed with each thrust, her arms under her back. It must hurt, but I didn't bother to fix it for her. The whole point was to hurt her. Then, I’d blow her mind with pleasure. I relished the sting of pain, the way her body shook beh mine.

  "Fug whore," I growled, punctuating each word with a harsh thrust. My hands moved with my words, parting her robes from her chest, groping her breasts tightly. "Look at y in pain. You wahis, and now you got it. Being split open by a dragon's cock."

  Cersei shook her head wildly, her muffled cries taking on a desperate edge. She was trying to say she didn't want this. I just ughed, reag up to cruelly twist her nipples. "Don't bother lying. Your t is gripping me like a vice even though you're g in pain. Slut.”

  Smming into her like a truck a few more times, watg her body tremble under me, I pulled out abruptly and flipped her onto her knees. She yelped as I smmed bato her, her face mashing against the mattress.

  I gripped her hips, fingers digging into her soft ass as I rutted into her like an animal.

  The room filled with the wet sp of flesh against flesh, Cersei's strangled cries, and my own primal grunts. I lost myself in the mindless rutting, the sheer debauchery of fug the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms like a on tavern wench.

  “Take it, bitch," I grunted, my heavy balls spping against her with each thrust. "Take my cock, yant slut." I cursed her while hate fug her.

  Cersei keened, her arms twisting on her back. I pushed her fato the pillow, muffling her wails even further and followed her down, never letting up my brutal pace.

  I could feel her pussy fluttering around me, her climax approag. "That's it," I enced. "Milk my cock. Show me what a good little whore you are."

  It was also time to switch the pain.

  [Skill: ‘Dragondick - E’ activated!]

  Cersei’s body flinched, shuddering like a motor starting. With a muffled scream, she came, her pussy g down on me like the jaws of a hippo. It felt crazy good as I roared my own release, spurting deep inside her greedy t.

  She colpsed onto the bed, slipping out of my cock, panting in her sweat-slicked mess.

  I watched my seed dribble from her swollen folds with satisfa. Cersei whimpered, her eyes rolling ba her head, too exhausted to move.

  “No…” she muffled. “No more…”

  “Already?” I chuckled, grabbing her by the hair as I brought my still-hardened coear her mouth. “We're just starting.”

  [Skill: ‘Dragondick - E’ has leveled up!]

  [Skill: ‘Dragondick - D’ activated!]

  I fucked her so hard that it leveled up.

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