Game of Alchemy 10 (Patreon)

A silver lining about the timeline that Tywin gave me for heading to Winterfell: the length of the journey, combined with how the Red Wedding had happened before Joffrey had made the declaration that I would be marrying Sansa, gave me an excuse to depart Kings Landing before the Royal Wedding. I didn’t know if my presence had changed things enough to butterfly his poisoning away, but I had no desire to be present if I could help it.

The main problem with leaving as soon as I'd like: since I was the golden goose in regards to valyrian steel, there was no way that Tywin would let me leave without a full guard. Something which would take time for him to arrange. Which left me stuck waiting in King’s Landing. I was able to get a lot of work done, both in regards to tutoring Tommen and in making more valyrian steel.

As the days passed, I found myself growing restless. I longed to leave the city and head north, to Winterfell, where I could finally be free of the politics and schemes of King's Landing. But I knew that I couldn't rush Tywin, not when my safety was at stake.

So I continued to bide my time, passing the days in the company of Tommen and the occasional visit from Jaime. I watched as the city prepared for the upcoming wedding, the streets bustling with merchants and revelers alike. But I couldn't bring myself to join in the festivities, not when I knew the danger that lurked around every corner.

One night, as I sat alone in my chambers, a knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I rose to answer it, wondering who could be seeking me out at such a late hour.

To my pleasant surprise, it was Cersei who stood outside. Her eyes were fixed into a firm, angry glare, but I could see the faint flush to her cheeks and the slight tremors in her frame. I bit back a smirk, recognizing just what she was here for.

"Your Grace," I greeted her, holding the door to my chambers open and gesturing her inside.

She continued to glare at me, even as she entered. As soon as the door was shut, she turned around and snapped, "You know why I'm here, let's get it over with."

"Did you do as I instructed?" I asked, making my way over to her.

She didn't immediately respond, merely continuing to glare even as she began to remove her crimson dress. I allowed my gaze to linger on her curves, admiring the way the flickering candlelight danced across her skin. There was a fierce, reluctant hunger in her eyes, and I could feel my own desire stirring in response.

Finally, she spoke, her voice low and husky, "Yes, I did. You may inspect it yourself."

She turned around, her hands on her ass cheeks pulling them apart and letting me see the butt plug I'd given her during our last meet up like this.

I nodded, moving closer to her and reaching out to run my fingers over the smooth surface of the plug. "Good girl," I murmured, my voice laced with approval.

Cersei shuddered at my touch, her body already primed for pleasure. I could feel the heat radiating off of her, the scent of her arousal filling the air. I leaned in close, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, "Are you ready for your reward?"

She moaned in response, her head falling back against my shoulder as I reached around to stroke her clit. She was already wet, her juices slick against my fingers as I teased her. I could feel her trembling against me, her breath coming in short gasps as I brought her closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, I pulled my fingers away, leaving her panting and desperate for release. "On your knees," I commanded, and she obeyed without hesitation.

I unfastened my pants, freeing my cock and guiding it to her waiting mouth. She took me eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucked me deep into her throat. I moaned in pleasure, my hands tangling in her hair as I guided her movements.

I could feel her expertly maneuvering me, her fingers wrapping around my base and pumping in time with her mouth. Her tongue was insistent, flicking against my length as she took me deep. I watched as her head bobbed up and down, taking me all the way down her throat.

I let out a groan, my hand tightening on her hair and my hips bucking forward. She gagged slightly, but did not stop. Her hands came up to grip my ass, pushing me deeper and deeper.

Her lips were tight around my cock, her teeth grazing against me just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me. I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening with the need to release.

Finally, I pushed her away, taking a moment to calm myself before I said, "You've been a very good girl, Cersei. I think you've earned this."

I let go of her, allowing her to catch her breath as I moved behind her. I grabbed hold of her hips, then began to run my hands over her curves. My fingers brushed against the plug, and I tore it out, her ass clenched tightly around it and reluctantly letting go.

I knew she wanted more, wanted me to fill her. The way she pressed back against me, her body hot and eager, made it clear. But I knew better than to give her what she wanted. Instead, I began to stroke her, my hand running down her ass and along her thighs.

I used my other hand to grab her hair, pulling it back and forcing her to arch her neck. She let out a yelp of surprise, but did not protest.

I felt my hands tighten on her, tugging on her hair as I continued to move my fingers, lightly tracing along her slit. She moaned, her head lolling back against my shoulder.

I continued to play with her, teasing her with my fingers as I pressed my mouth against her neck. I lathed my tongue against her skin, kissing and licking as I continued to bring her to the edge.

She began to grind against me, her body begging for more. She was dripping with arousal, her juices spilling down my fingers and her scent filling the air. I could feel myself growing hard again, my cock pressing painfully against my pants as it longed to be buried inside her.

I pressed my palm against her clit, rubbing against it in slow, firm circles. She cried out, her body arching against mine as she came. Her juices spilled out onto my hand, and she shuddered against me as I brought her to the edge.

Finally, I slid my fingers inside her, adding to the pleasure she was feeling. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, her body desperate for more. I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her, each thrust sending another wave of pleasure through her.

I let go of her hair, my hand moving to slap her ass. I could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the pinkness spreading across her skin. I spanked her again, harder this time, and she let out a cry of both pleasure and pain.

"Beg me to fuck you," I said, my voice low and commanding.

"Fuck me," she gasped, "please."

I obliged her, my hands tightening on her hips as I thrust hard into her. She cried out, her voice echoing through the room. I buried myself inside her, the heat of her body enveloping me.

I pulled out slightly, then plunged back in, the force of my thrusts pulling a moan from her lips. Her ass collided with my hips, the meat of her derriere bouncing in time with my thrusts.

She was so tight, so ready for me, her body eager to take everything I had to give. I continued to thrust into her, my hips slapping against her ass and her cries growing more and more desperate.

I could feel her orgasm building, her cries becoming more insistent. I reached down between her legs, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed against it, and she let out a long, drawn out moan.

The pressure was building, my own orgasm just moments away. I pulled out of her, letting her catch her breath as I reached down and slid a finger into her ass, the ring of muscle relaxing around me.

I began to finger her, my other hand rubbing against her clit. Her moans filled the room, her body writhing against mine as I brought her closer and closer.

Finally, I could feel her tense up, her muscles tightening against me as her orgasm began to crest. Her moans changed to cries, and I rubbed against her faster, desperate to push her over the edge.

I could feel the orgasmic contractions taking her, her body shuddering against me as she came. I kept rubbing against her, her moans growing louder with each moment. Finally, I stopped, my hand still between her legs as she caught her breath.

"Come here," I said, reaching down and pulling her up.

She came towards me, her arms reaching around my neck as I pulled her close. I could feel her shaking against me, her body still experiencing the aftershocks of pleasure.

My lips descended upon hers, and I kissed her. She moaned into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine.

Finally, I broke the kiss, my lips moving to her ear as I whispered, "I think you're ready now."

She nodded, swallowing thickly as she reached between us and took my cock in her hand. She shifted her hips, just enough for the head of my cock to find its place at the entrance to her ass.

I grabbed hold of her hips, then eased her down upon my shaft. She let out a gasp as she felt the tip of my cock press against her. I could feel her muscles tighten around me, her body trying to resist. Slowly, I began to ease into her, her muscles resisting me all the way.

Once I was halfway inside her, I paused, giving her a moment to adjust to the feeling of me filling her. Then, I pulled her down, burying myself inside her.

She let out a gasp, her eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. She let out a moan as I bottomed out inside her, my cock buried deep inside her ass.

I could feel her ass clenching around me, the tight ring of muscle squeezing me as I pulled out. Then, I thrust back into her, her hips meeting mine.

Her cries filled the room, her head thrown back in pleasure. I could feel the tightness inside her, her muscles clenching around me as I moved back and forth, fucking her.

I gripped her hips, letting the pleasure wash over me. She was so tight, her ass squeezing around my cock as I moved inside her. I watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect.

I could feel the tension rising inside me, the pressure building where our bodies met. Her cries became louder, and I felt her juices spilling out onto me. She was so close, her body desperate for release. Finally, I grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head back.

"Come for me," I whispered, my voice low and commanding.

"Please," she moaned.

And then, she did. Her body tightened around me, gripping me with spasms. I felt her muscles clench around me, her pussy and ass squeezing me as she came. Her moans filled the room, and I felt myself pulse inside her. I let out a deep moan, my cock exploding inside her ass. Her muscles milked me, drawing every last drop of pleasure from me as I collapsed against her.

I heard her gasp, her body relaxing against me as she came down from her high.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"I feel amazing," she said. I chuckled, lightly patting her ass as I pulled out of her.

I considered asking her to go with me to Winterfell, despite how much she hated it. But there's no way that she wouldn't see it as a sign of weakness and pounce on it. What I needed to do was plant the idea in her head and have her think she came up with it.

Something to think about when I wasn't gasping for air.