The Stormlander - Ch. 17

The Queen and her company were supping on roast duck when word reached them of a raven bringing news from across the Narrow Sea. Dark wings had delivered good tidings for a change. “Good” of course for the Masters of Slaver’s Bay… and good for Queen Cersei Lannister.

Daenerys Targaryen, the Breaker of Chains and the Mother of Dragons, was dead - poisoned by her enemies in the city of Meereen. In their grief and rage, her army of savage Dothraki and eunuchs sacked the city and put thousands to the sword. The Dragons did the rest, cleansing the city in fire. By the end of it all, there was hardly any Meereen left standing. Or so it was reported.

The Queen was far too elated to scrutinize. Too elated and too relieved. Another enemy of the crown had been taken off the board, her army and dragons now masterless and scattered to the wind. The Iron Throne needed no longer to fear an invasion from the East. What did the Queen care if some details were wrong?

Though positively jubilant - as Ser Damon could see from the brightness in her emerald eyes - the Queen kept her composure before polite company. It was not until her guests had been sent off and she was alone with Damon and Taena again that Cersei allowed the true extent of her glee.

The door to the chamber closed shut and the golden-haired queen was spinning, spinning and giggling as if she was a maiden again. Lady Taena clapped along, laughing joyously as Cersei took her by the hands and spun with her too. Even Ser Damon couldn’t help but smile. He was grinning ear to ear, so infectious was the Queen’s revels.

“Careful, sweet Cersei.” Lady Taena was near breathless from laughter as the spinning slowed. “You will make yourself light in the head! You wish to faint?”

“If I do it will be the best sleep I have ever enjoyed!” Cersei declared, still giggling.

“Even better than the sleep we gave you?” Taena pushed in close again, sliding her arms around Cersei’s waist. As the Myrishwoman brought her lips to the Queen’s ear, settling her hands on her belly.

The Queen went quiet for a moment, pursing her lips in thought. She eyed Ser Damon and he caught the sly workings of more devious thoughts.

“Hm. Close then. Second best.” She amended. Then she was squirming in Taena’s arms, twisting her body so that they faced each other. A moment of peace before the Queen stole her lady companion's lips in a chaste kiss. Another kiss followed. Far less chaste. The Lady Taena accepted them both happily.

More kisses came, some quick and teasing, others slower, lingering. Taena let out a soft moan as the Queen tasted of her mouth while she made a fist in her long, dark curls. Before long the Lady Taena was plucking at the laces of Cersei’s dress. Though the Queen eventually remembered Ser Damon’s presence. Her smile was wide and radiant as she drew out of Taena’s arms, spinning again.

“Tis a splendid day, Ser Damon! Splendid, splendid, splendid!”

“Come make it sweeter with us, Ser!” Taena swept back into the Queen’s space, her hands slipping to her front to continue the work on those pesky laces. The Myrishwoman’s smile was no less bright - though clear with expectation.

Ser Damon went about a familiar routine. Cloak shrugged away. Gloves cast upon the floor. Boots and breastplate too. Ser Damon was well practiced in discarding troublesome armor.

And with the Queen and Confidante there to lend their assistance, the Bastard of Blackhaven was down to his breeches in no time at all. Those were stripped away even more swiftly, leaving the sworn sword bare as the day he was born.

There was a hand on his cock then, though Ser Damon could not tell if it was Cersei’s or Taena’s. Both women were kissing him, upon the lips, upon his throat, upon his chest, everywhere their lips so desired to go. All the while, his prick grew and hardened, surging to the thickness of an iron rod. Slender, delicate fingers pumped along his shaft, each stroke a rush of warmth and pleasure over his manhood.

Ser Damon groaned out his enjoyment and indulged his own cravings upon the beauties pressed up against him. Their bodies were warm and pliant and exuded such sensual ardor in how they slid upon him. Even through their garments, the desire poured off of them.

When his vision cleared, Ser Damon was pleased to discover the tongue that had been dueling with his belonged to the Queen - which meant the mouth still latched to his throat was Taena’s. The hunger of the Lioness was blazing in those green eyes. 

“My Queen shines this evening.” Ser Damon noted with a grin. He grunted softly, bucking against the hand still stroking his cock. Fully fattened now, swollen so thick that the woman’s fingers could only just close around him.

“She shines every evening.” Lady Taena reminded him, nipping at his neck. Her accented voice was rich with mirth. “Though I’ve only ever seen her so pleased when she was sitting on your cock.”

“Or your tongue.” Ser Damon retorted.

A little sound of mock scandal rose from the Myrish beauty… though still she beamed with shameless pride.

The Queen bestowed a kiss upon her lady companion’s cheek. Then pressed another to Damon’s bare chest. The blonde reached out, setting a hand on each. Affectionate and possessive.

“I will enjoy both tonight.” Cersei decided. Her voice held all the sweetness of honey.

“As you desire, my lioness.” Lady Taena abided.

Ser Damon’s answer, of course, was without need of any spoken word. He was the Queen’s man, in both mind and flesh. Especially flesh.

Queen and Lady divested of their gowns in short order, fair and dusky bodies undraped by quick, nimble hands. The Lioness of Lannister was outnumbered here, sandwiched between her lusty companions. Taena took the front, happily showering Cersei’s face with kisses before moving down to her throat, her collarbone, descending to her pale bosom. Ser Damon came from behind, making sure she could not escape… and taking a base enjoyment in how the woman jumped from his cock sliding against the backs of her thighs.

Cersei did not struggle. She sank back against him, sighing softly as Taena circled her tongue around one of her pink nipples. Her breath hitched when the Myrish temptress took the nub between her teeth, biting down enough to have her trembling.

“Gods…” The Queen muttered before gently pushing them both away.

Lady Taena drew back, brows knit together, her dark eyes lit with curiosity.

“My Queen?” She asked ever so tentatively.

“I desire… a performance.” The Queen said as she steadied her breathing. She turned towards her sworn sword, emeralds glittering over a faint smirk. “Ser Damon.”

“Your Grace.” He said, standing straighter. His cock twitched watching those lips of her. The Queen’s gaze darted down and the salacious hunger could not be any clearer.

Cersei reached out and stroked Lady Taena upon her lovely face - though her focus never left Ser Damon.

“I want you both on the bed. And I want you to take that fat, bastard’s cock and fuck her. Show me how you despoil a lady.”

Ser Damon felt a stirring within himself at those words, a warmth that surged down to his loins. It smoldered in his balls, bringing his seed to an exquisite froth. Lady Taena appeared similarly enamored by the prospect, her exotic passion burning clear even in those dark, lidded eyes.

“As you command.” He finally said. 

“My Queen.” Taena gave a small bow of her head and took him by the hand. She had sounded grateful.

As the dusky beauty led him off to the bed, Damon drank in the sight as he followed, watching that full, ripe bottom ripple faintly as she walked. Everything he saw pleased him. The dimples over her buttocks, the fertile width of her hips, the way the line of her back disappeared under those dark tresses. Lady Taena’s body was abundant in feminine allure, so captivating even in the faintest and simplest of movements. Then she was crawling forth onto the bed and that dark peach of an ass was shaking before his eyes. He could see that sweet cunt, delicate pink set within a tuft of dark, glistening curls.

“Fuck her.” He heard the Queen demand. Ser Damon tore his eyes away from that slick, sweet prize to see Cersei seated upon a velvet cushion. In her hand was a golden, jewel-encrusted goblet. She took a sip of wine, looking upon her playthings intently. “Fuck her until she’s screaming.”

Ser Damon’s cock twitched again. Weeping already from the agonizing lust surging through his flesh. He turned back to the beauty splayed before him. The smoldering look Taena threw back at him had his blood ablaze like the Blackwater.

“You should know, Ser Knight. It takes much to make me scream.” She warned him, rocking that perfect, plump bottom from side to side.

Ser Damon could no longer hold back. He let his palm fall upon one of those full cheeks, taking a sordid satisfaction in the sound of the clap, the little gasp that rose from Taena’s lips, and especially in the warmth and softness that graced his hand. 

“And you know as well as our queen…” Ser Damon breathed in slowly, deeply, his voice low and hoarse. “That I have much to give.”

He took a squeeze and savored the give of the flesh. His other hand went to her hip, his rough, calloused fingers digging into the softness. He slid up on his knees and let his cock rest in the valley between the mounds of Taena’s ass.

She gave a soft, little moan at that. The richness of her voice fueled the pace of his heartbeat, keeping his cock iron-hard. Damon’s lips peeled back into a sneer as he slid his hips back and forth, letting the swells of her buttocks brush wicked delight along the whole length of him. He was leaking even more now, a tiny stream of sticky fluid dribbling onto the small of her back.

A growl rumbled from his throat. He drew back and pitched his hips forward, sending his cock sliding against her rear again, harder this time. But the woman was not idle - she reached back and took his length in hand, drawing a curse from him.

“Lustful brute. Ser Damon Storm, the bastard despoiler of noble ladies.” Taena huffed, dark delight pouring from her lips as she squeezed him.

“And royal ladies.” Damon added deviously. “Baseborn wenches. Brothel whores. Any sweet face who looks my way, really.”

“Tsk. Our queen bid you to fuck, not to speak.”

Ser Damon agreed with her not through words but with action. With ease, he used his strength to turn the Myrish beauty onto her back. She squealed as he flipped her over, face bright with wicked glee. But Ser Damon was focused on a sweeter prize. He was upon her, helping himself to her resplendent body. He put kisses upon the swath of her belly, enjoying how Taena squirmed under his rain of affection. Her fingers in his hair were a sign of his talent, as were her moans. They rose in pitch and volume as he trailed his kisses up to her breasts, turning to faint and frantic whispers as he tongued and teased those large, dark, hardened nipples.

Filling his mouth with teat sated the Bastard Knight for a time. Both breasts provided a bountiful feast, so full and plump and soft and warm against his face. A man could stay buried between them forever… but the Queen had demanded a show from him. Eventually, Damon moved on to Taena’s throat, drawing his tongue, his teeth against her delicate skin. She stirred beneath him, warm and pliant and thrumming with that blistering need… It was enough to turn a lesser man feral.

The crown of his cock brushed against her sex. By now she was wet and ready for him, pink petals already blooming for his savage spear. A growl into her ear and a forceful pitch of his hips had him running her through. Oh, how she moaned at that, how she shook against him. Her cry was thick and sweet with feeling.

He was engulfed in the heat of her cunt. It seeped through his skin, into his flesh until the blood in his veins was simmering with bliss. Taena was clinging to him now, legs locked about his waist, hands clutching at his back. Her nails stung so wonderfully. He loved it all, the gasping, the squirming as he fucked her.

Sublime, to be inside a willing woman.

“Oh! Oooh! Oooh- Gods, please!”

As Taena sang her song of pleasure, Ser Damon dared a glance aside. Over to the Queen upon her cushions with her wine and watchful eyes.

Cersei was open with her admiration. The flame that burned behind her expression told of the woman’s own carnal cravings, so entranced she was by the vigor of her sworn sword’s efforts. Her goblet was set aside now - her hands were busy upon herself. One hand sliding slowly over the mounds of her breasts, fingering her hard, pink nipples as they went. The other hand was elsewhere, those fingers dipping closer and closer to the valley of her thighs. 

As the Lady Taena tightened around Ser Damon, her cunt fluttering exquisitely around his cock, he knew it was only a matter of time before their Queen decided to join them.

The Queen’s gaze smoldered. Lady Taena’s squeals rose higher and sweeter. And Ser Damon’s blood ran like liquid fire.

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Indeed, the lioness would not be so easily sated by her fingers alone. She came to them, as Ser Damon knew she would. Though not before he managed to bring the Lady Taena to a shrieking fit.

That Myrish cunt wrapped around his cock was bliss itself - and feeling Cersei’s smooth hands upon his working muscles only added to the pleasure. Her kisses were soft upon his back and neck, then turning needier, hungrier. Her desire was open, pouring out through her sweet touch - and she was sharing that sweetness with Taena as well. The Queen slithered down between the two lovers, catching her friend’s lips with her own, swallowing down Taena’s pleasured cries.

Damon’s cock stirred at the sight - and Taena’s womanhood quivered around him. He fucked her even harder then, bringing the woman to a squeal.

Delighted, Cersei peppered kisses upon Taena’s flushed cheeks, trailing back down to her neck while she filled her hands with the other woman’s breasts, her pale fingers a shock against Taena’s darker bosom. Then she was eying Damon again, appraising him.

“I see your efforts, Ser.” Her voice was low, sultry. “I expect even more for me.”

Ser Damon sank his cock to the root, sheathing himself in soaking, Myrish cunt. The dusky woman whimpered, a string of frantic words flowing from her lips. She bucked against him, trying to fit more of him inside her.

“All my vigor is yours, Your Grace.” Ser Damon grunted. A bead of sweat dribbled from his brow.

Lady Taena stirred again, letting loose a weak, tired moan.

“As is mine, sweet Cersei.”

Ser Damon was a stalwart knight. He would not leave his queen waiting. Unsheathing from Taena brought his swollen prick out, smeared and glistening with their shared ecstasy. The Queen looked upon him like he was meat - juicy and dripping and falling off the bone.

It was Cersei’s desire for him that set the Stormlander off. There were few things sweeter than being wanted by a woman, especially a beauty so coveted. Ser Damon gave himself to the beast thrashing in the pit of his soul. He put the Queen on her back and plunged inside her. Oh, how she screamed. It was a good scream, full and rich and splitting the midnight air. She writhed so beautifully beneath him - it was a gift from the gods to witness such a lovely body rocked by such fierce sensation. And her cunt, her tight, royal cunt, so hot and snug and slick. Her silken folds were already drenched when he speared his cock through, so wet and aching for him that Ser Damon thought his manhood would drown there.

Written on her face was the agony of pleasure. Emerald eyes alight with ravenous need, her cheeks darkened from the pounding of her heart, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath… and those succulent breasts heaving up and down, quaking as he drove into her. And all that golden hair spilling out behind her head. Cersei Lannister was more than the vision of beauty… she was the vision of temptation. And that vision drove Ser Damon.

So he fucked her. He fucked her like a stallion put to stud. And before long, just as Taena had, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms was shrieking.