[65] A King’s Gambit

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 considered 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, considering the entire situation once again. The sheer arrogance of it almost made me laugh. 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 needed to think about my next course of action carefully. Only Cersei knew about my secret, but my companions 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 never stop plotting against me. Stannis’ attack might play 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 magician 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, one thing, and secondly, I didn’t have any emotional connection with them.

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

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

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

In that case…

A muffled whimper drew my attention back to my captive. Cersei's eyes blazed with helpless fury in the mirror, that famous Lannister pride still there even as she realized just how badly she'd miscalculated. 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 to dragons?”

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

My dagger traced the column of her throat, dimpling flesh. “Nah. I walked through your son's soldiers. Ate your father’s schemes. And you—” The blade slid lower, splitting silk. “—you’re just a lion cub playing queen. What can 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 gorgeous one. Her intelligence aside, she had the looks suitable for a queen.

I leaned close, savoring the hitch in her breath, my pelvis pressing against her ass.

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

I tightened my grip on Cersei's throat, watching 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 defiance only made me chuckle darkly.

The fear in her eyes was intoxicating, a deep contrast to the haughty demeanor she wore like armor earlier. I could feel the warmth of her pulse against my fingertips, racing like a doe before the hunt.

“Vou… vou're going toh… pay for this…!” she grumbled at me, glaring.

I burst out laughing. "Oh come on, you think I can't guess what you wanted, you slut? Why you brought me here instead of executing 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 slapped her ass, watching her wince. "Sure you would have. You Lannisters are all the same, arrogant to the last, 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 of Dragonstone.

Cersei's breaths came in shallow gasps now, her face paling as the realization of her predicament settled upon her. That 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 know exactly why you wanted to 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 was pleasant to the touch.

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

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

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

I pulled a rope from my inventory, the material appearing in my hand as if by magic. "Annoying, don't laugh. I hate Lannister laughter. You little cats always think you're so clever," I muttered, binding her hands behind her back and putting my dagger away in the Inventory. "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, lavishing in her gorgeous body.

"Now then, Your Grace," I purred, "once again, I want to discuss where my companions are being kept. 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 corners 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 satisfaction. I laughed, the sound echoing off the stone walls of her chambers. "Are you ordering me to stop? I think we both know you're in no position to be making demands.”

“Mmhmmph!”

“Heh. Who would dare come to your rescue now? Your loyal guards? Your devoted brother? Nobody. That is the answer.” I slapped her across her back.

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

My free hand traced a threatening path across her collarbone, reminding her of her complete powerlessness. She whimpered in response, the sound muffled by the cloth between her teeth, her proud demeanor finally shattered.

I slapped her across the ass, watching her squirm in pain. "None of that now," I said. "You wanted the last dragon, didn't you? Be glad. My brother was a dragon by name, while I am one by blood. You'll soon see.”

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

Cersei's eyes widened at 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 foreplay 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 clamping down on me like a vice. It was an intense feeling, fucking the slut that Robert the Usurper married. I groaned at 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 beneath mine.

"Fucking 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 you crying in pain. You wanted this, 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 laughed, reaching up to cruelly twist her nipples. "Don't bother lying. Your cunt is gripping me like a vice even though you're crying in pain. Slut.”

Slamming into her like a truck a few more times, watching her body tremble under me, I pulled out abruptly and flipped her onto her knees. She yelped as I slammed back into 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 slap of flesh against flesh, Cersei's strangled cries, and my own primal grunts. I lost myself in the mindless rutting, the sheer debauchery of fucking the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms like a common tavern wench.

“Take it, bitch," I grunted, my heavy balls slapping against her with each thrust. "Take my cock, you arrogant slut." I cursed her while hate fucking her.

Cersei keened, her arms twisting on her back. I pushed her face into 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 approaching. "That's it," I encouraged. "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 clamping down on me like the jaws of a hippo. It felt crazy good as I roared my own release, spurting deep inside her greedy cunt.

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

I watched my seed dribble from her swollen folds with satisfaction. Cersei whimpered, her eyes rolling back in 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 cock near 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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