King Stag Ch. 5 (Game of Thrones) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Fucked Silly, Breeding, Rough Sex

Word Count: 2,439

Summary: Cersei Lannister is never going to be Robert's Queen. So Tywin sends her after the next best thing. Will Stannis even know what hits him? Will Cersei?

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“You will never be Queen.”

She knew that already of course. Sitting in her father’s chambers in the Red Keep, Cersei looks across the man’s desk at Lord Lannister himself. She tries her best to keep her face completely blank. The young woman has already shed her tears. She’s already broken things, she’s already raged at the unfairness of it all.

The worst part was that she’d allowed herself to hope. Lyanna Stark had been taken and sullied by Rhaegar Targaryen. Not only that, she’d been spirited away to Dorne of all places. There were so many ways things could have gone that would have worked out better for the Lannisters… for HER. Instead, the worst-case scenario had come to pass. Lyanna had come back alive and Robert had forgiven her for Rhaegar’s crimes. 

The sullied woman would become Queen. She would take up her place at Robert Baratheon’s side, forever stealing away what SHOULD have been Cersei’s.

“You knew that already of course.”

Cersei blinks as her father unknowingly parrots back her earlier thoughts. She focuses a bit more on Tywin’s face, and she stiffens at the disapproval she sees in his eyes. So then, he noticed her lack of attention. Keeping her expression stony, Cersei nods her head ever so slightly, in acknowledgment that she’d heard him.

“What you probably don’t know is that Jaime has been released from his duties on the Kingsguard. In recognition of his heroic defense of King’s Landing, Robert is giving my heir back to me.”

Her eyes go wide at that, and for a moment she feels hope again. But then she takes note of the way her father is speaking. The way he uses ‘me’ instead of ‘us’. For the first time, Cersei speaks, her voice more hesitant, more unsure than she would have liked.

“Then… I would request that I be allowed to accompany you back to Casterly Rock. Surely there’s nothing left for me here.”

The disappointed look her father gives her causes the young blonde to bristle. Her stony expression melts away as she frowns at Tywin. He just shakes his head.

“There is plenty left for you here girl, if you bothered to open your eyes and look for it. You will not be departing from King’s Landing with us. You will stay. Hopefully, as the betrothed to Stannis Baratheon.”

Cersei’s eyes go wide again for the second time in so many minutes.

“What?! That… that grim BOY?!”

It’s Tywin’s turn to set his face in stone as he stares her down.

“You would do well to remember you are naught but a girl yourself, my very young daughter. Stannis Baratheon is our way into the new Dynasty. You will never be Queen, but it is possible for you to become a member of the royal family. Seduce the King’s younger brother. Robert is likely to give Stannis Storm’s End. At the very least, you will be the Lady of a Castle.”

Her father is serious. Cersei can see that in the Lord of Casterly Rock’s eyes. She considers what she has seen and heard so far of Stannis Baratheon. Dour and stoic to a fault. Immensely stubborn as well, if the reports were to be believed. He’d never surrendered to the Reach’s armies. He’d held Storm’s End for the entirety of his brother’s rebellion. Father was right about that at least; the King would be an utter fool NOT to reward his brother with the very castle that Stannis had worked so hard to defend. 

Only a monster would deny Stannis his right, especially now that Robert sat upon the throne. With that said… Cersei knew she wasn’t getting out of this. Stannis was to be her last chance, and while she could botch the entire arrangement, purposefully fail in such a spectacular way that father HAD to take her home when he and Jaime left for the Rock, she knew Tywin Lannister all too well.

The young woman wouldn’t put it past him to have her sent to the Silent Sisters, and if he didn’t go that far, whatever marriage he did inevitably arrange for her would be swift and insulting. Probably to one of his lesser bannermen. Cersei Lannister was a beautiful young woman. She was supposed to be Queen, but at the very least, she would NEVER settle for being traded away to a Lannister bannerman for their loyalty.

Her place was higher than that. Still, that didn’t mean she had to like it. And it didn’t mean she had to show her father an ounce of respect now that she had her marching orders. With a vindictive sort of satisfaction, Cersei stands and whirls out of the Lannister Patriarch’s office, stalking away from the man without another word, striding free of the room and feeling as if a weight had been lifted from her chest.

It was good, getting away from her father. The man had failed to get her a crown after all. She could barely stand the sight of him now. Lady of Storm’s End… at the very least that would afford Cersei some of the power she rightly deserved.

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He wasn’t sure how it had happened. No, that wasn’t entirely true. As he smashes his lips against Cersei Lannister’s, kissing the blonde quite heatedly and aggressively, Stannis Baratheon knows exactly how this happened. It was all this blonde wench’s fault, quite clearly. With a growl, the young man pushes the equally young woman back deeper into the shadowy alcove he’d forced her into.

Cersei lets him do so, her hands outright clawing at his expensive garments as she kisses him back just as aggressively. But then, of course. The Lioness had clearly decided this was going to happen from the moment she caught sight of him at Robert’s wedding. Perhaps even before that, because when he’d caught sight of her, he’d immediately known she was going to be trouble.

After the ceremony was done and the feast had begun, the Lannister girl hadn’t left him alone for even a second. She’d managed to mask it well enough that no one really paid much attention to him, but Stannis was no fool. She spent the rest of the feast wearing him down, teasing him, cutting at his stoicism.

In the end, the young man WAS still a young man. He’d wanted to put on a brave face, especially at his brother’s wedding. He’d wanted to show those assembled that he was strong, that the Baratheons were still strong. Especially the Tyrells, that fat bastard Mace daring to show his face at the royal proceedings after he’d starved half of Storm’s End…

Stannis knew why Robert had to pardon the obese prick. Intellectually at least. But behind his stony façade, the younger Baratheon wished that he could see the Tyrells’ lands and titles ripped from them. He would have liked to have Mace’s head on a silver platter, if he was being honest. Or perhaps, perhaps starve the fat bastard until he was nothing but skin and bones.

That anger and rage and hatred resting beneath the surface was also part of why Stannis was where he was now. As Cersei’s hands slide down to the drawstring of his britches, working to extricate his cock from its confines, Stannis recognizes that he’s not completely in control of his own actions… and he just doesn’t care. The Lannisters weren’t involved with the Tyrells, but they were technically loyalists, right until the end came. 

Perhaps he could get a bit of much-needed satisfaction out of the Lannister girl, since she was offering. Cersei lets out a gasp as she finally takes hold of his cock and pulls it out. Stannis glances down between them, fearing she’d seen something wrong with his pecker, but as far as he could tell, it looked the same as always.

“… It’s so big…”

That gets a lifted eyebrow from the young Baratheon. But it’s clear that Cersei isn’t going to make a move, as she just stands there, staring down at his dick still in her hand. With a growl, Stannis grabs the blonde woman by the hips and lifts her up, setting her on the windowsill right behind her. The drapes behind them swish a little, but when Stannis presses a hand down into Cersei’s thigh, the blonde highborn spreads her legs wide without complaint.

She’s still staring at his cock though, even as he pushes her dress up more and more. Once its bunched around her waist, Stannis continues on, grabbing at her smallclothes and all but tearing them off of her. He needs this. Not even realizing that he’s doing all the work at this point, Stannis still goes for the kill nonetheless. Cersei covers her own mouth with her hand as he spears forward into her cunt, proving she has something of a mind between her ears when a loud moan ends up muffled a moment later by her palm.

With the revelry going on in the feast only feet away from them, no one is going to hear a few stifled cries of pleasure. Stannis’ eyes flash as he drills his cock deep into the blonde girl’s cunt. She’s not a virgin, or at least, she has no barrier to break. Some don’t though, Stannis remembers that from his lessons with the Septa. Horseback riding… was Cersei a rider? The thought didn’t excite Stannis too much. He preferred travel by ship rather than travel by horse.

Was she much of a sailor? Why was he even thinking about these kinds of things? Growling, Stannis tears Cersei’s hand away from her mouth and replaces it with his lips, even as he slides his fingers through her own, their palms pressing together. As they hold hands on one side, his other hand slides down around her, moving under her to grasp at her back side. Holding her by her rump, Stannis begins to move forward, stifling Cersei’s subsequent cries and moans with his mouth over her own as they kiss heatedly, passionately.

They fuck. There’s no other word for it. This is not lovemaking, this is not romance. It’s not slow or sensual or gentle. Stannis fucks Cersei Lannister with all the power he can muster, pounding her, face to face, her toes inches off the ground, her legs shaking and trembling. Her eyes are locked with his, and his are locked with hers. He can’t seem to look away from her in that moment. There’s something so very delicious about her hungry, haughty gaze.

When she cums however, she loses some of that haughtiness and Stannis finds in that moment that he enjoys that more than when she has it. He fucks her harder, and she reaches yet another orgasm as his lips keep her yells from reaching the feast behind them. Seeing a win condition, so to speak, Stannis fucks Cersei Lannister senseless, plowing her for what feels like an eternity, until her eyes are fluttering shut and her tongue is barely responsive against his own anymore.

Her pussy is still quite responsive though, the Lannister’s cunt tightening around his pistoning prick in such a way that it’s almost impossible for him to hold back any longer. He cums hard as well, his seed flooding into Cersei’s womb, even as the blonde’s legs tighten around his waist. And that’s when Stannis realizes why he found himself wondering if the woman was a sailor.

He’s going to marry this broad. Whether he wants to or not, whether he even remotely likes her or not… this wasn’t something he could walk away from. She’d goaded him into it, but he’d made the decision to fuck her in this alcove, and pump even seed to surely plant a baby in her womb. As he pulls back from her, both his mouth and his cock, Cersei slowly recovers, her chest heaving and her face red as she looks him in the eye.

However, the victorious, conniving grin on her face is slightly marred by just how exhausted she looks. Even as she basks in her triumph, her eyes are heavily lidded. Snorting derisively, Stannis leans in and takes one last deep, domineering kiss from the blonde girl, and when he pulls back this time, she’s not looking nearly as triumphant.

It takes them both a bit to get presentable again, Cersei longer than him. Luckily, her smallclothes and her floor length dress do an excellent job of concealing the white, sticky seed leaking from betwixt her slightly agape lower lips. The duo re-enters the feast together, and neither is particularly paying attention to the things around them when Cersei leans up and gives Stannis a kiss on the cheek.

It’s chaste, compared to what they’d just been doing… but it’s also SEEN.

“Brother!”

The hall goes quiet as all eyes go to the High Table, where Robert is suddenly standing, goblet in hand and gaze directed towards Stannis. All eyes turn to HIM as they realize their king is about to address his brother. Stannis in turn freezes up of course, not sure exactly what Robert is going to do. Beaming, King Robert Baratheon comes down from where he’s standing, making his way through the crowded hall as people create a path for him.

To everyone’s surprise, most of all Stannis’, Robert outright HUGS him upon closing the distance between them. It’s a full body bear hug, and then it becomes a one-armed hug as the King looks out around the hall.

“My brother, Stannis Baratheon! He held Storm’s End for me while I was away breaking that bastard Rhaegar’s face! And he took care of our little brother Renly at the same time! Stannis Baratheon is the most stalwart brother a man could ever ask for! A rock in an ever-tumultuous ocean! And now it seems he’s proved himself manly enough to catch the distinguished eye of Cersei Lannister herself!”

There’s laughter and cheering and even some jeering at that, as both Stannis and Cersei go incandescent. Meanwhile, Robert goes back in for another hug, and only his brother and the Lannister girl can hear what he has to say next.

“I’m proud of you, Stannis. I’m proud of you, and I love you so very much. Thank you, brother, for being there to protect our family’s seat when I could not.”

Only Cersei catches sight of Stannis’ tight, tearful smile and surreptitiously, she slips her hand back into his and gives it a comforting squeeze, even as the feast continues on around them, even more jubilant than before.

Mission accomplished, she supposed.