AN: This chapter's second scene between Lux and Cersei is pretty fucked up. I'm sure you could guess where it'll be heading. Just thought I'd give a warning for once.
Picking at a few magnificent dishes she'd never had the fortune of tasting before her abduction, Arianne couldn't help but steal glances at her ruggedly handsome captor between each bite.
With their good behavior, Arianne, her cousin, and the Tyrell girl were given more freedoms than she'd have ever expected from the situation. And that wasn't even mentioning the luxuries nearly showered upon her by the helpful little servant creatures who were happy to attend hand and foot if treated with kindness and respect.
Sure, she'd been overwhelmed by the many magical sights after being allowed out of her chambers, but luckily, an adorable elf named Leaf had been by her side, easing her into this new life.
And if Arianne had anything to say about it, this would be her life for the foreseeable future. She knew the new ruler of the North had multiple lovers; surely someone of her station and beauty would be a welcomed addition.
She knew her father wouldn't approve; how could the heir of Dorne settle for becoming a lowly paramour? Now, normally, she'd agree. However, everything changed when you consider that, as a man hailed a god, each of his women held more influence and power than any queen could ever hope for. It was a good thing that Lord Tenebris didn't seem likely to take her father's consideration into mind, Arianne thought.
Hearing a light tinkle, Arianne turned to see the eldest Princess giggling across the table, a frown forming on her flushed face.
Delphi Black: Arianne had learned she was one of the King's baseborn children—a spoiled brat who enjoyed relentlessly prodding her. Yet, the circumstances of her birth mattered little, none having the nerve to wrong the King's favored daughter.
She, too, did her best to avoid conflict, not wanting to risk the liberties she'd been allowed so far. Not to mention that she'd be the girl's stepmother one day, Arianne supposed, hiding a smirk.
Arianne wondered what Delphi was amused by. The Princess didn't seem interested in the chatter between her younger twin sisters and the fawning Margaery by her side. Whatever, she shrugged, taking a bite of buttered lobster before glancing towards the main table once again.
"My daddy told me about girls like you," the previously mentioned Princess spoke, distracting Arianne from ogling the man she desired as he ate. "He promised to lock me up until I was one hundred years old if I grew up to be such a trollop."
"What would a child like you know," she harrumphed, unable to hold her tongue after the little brat hit her sore spot. She only hoped it wouldn't come back to bite her later.
And to her dismay, Arianne noticed the devious look on the girl's face a moment too late, and before she could do anything about it, the Princess was already skipping towards the head seat of the main table.
Clenching the hem of her silk dress, she watched in irritation as her nemesis crawled onto her kingly father's lap, the younger girl's small arms wrapping around his masculine neck as she pulled herself up to lay a kiss on his cheek, right next to that chiseled jawline of his.
Arianne knew that it was nothing more than a sweet and innocent moment between a father and his daughter, but oh how she wished to be in her place right now; her bum seated between his strong legs, her budding breasts pressed against his wide chest, her supple lips against his hot flesh, all while enveloped by his firm embrace.
So caught up in her fantasies was she, that it wasn't until Delphi moved to whisper something in her father's ear that she was brought back to reality, her face heating up—nearly matching the temperature of her womanhood—as the man she desired turned to her with a knowing smirk, the little bitch on his lap putting on the most saccharine sweet expression imaginable.
Thoroughly embarrassed, Arianne spent the remainder of the night's meal with her head down, captivated by the fascinating foreign foods, and as soon as it was proper to excuse herself, she dragged her cousin by the arm, bowing towards the King, not managing to meet his beautiful eyes before leaving for her quarters with haste.
"Arianne, will you finally tell me what the problem is?" Tyene asked as the doors slammed shut.
Not answering immediately, Arianne shrugged off her dress before plopping face-first onto one of the room's two large beds and screaming all her indignation into the goose-down pillows.
Unsurprisingly, she felt her closest cousin joining her on the bed they shared most nights. "Come now, Arianne, it can't be that bad," Tyene told her.
"Didn't you see what happened? Who knows what that troublesome girl said to her father?" Arianne whined, turning onto her side and shaking her cousin's bare shoulders to get the point across.
"Are you mad, Arianne? As gilded of a cage this is, we've been imprisoned, and this is what you're worried about?" Tyene sighed, and Arianne couldn't understand how her cousin hadn't realized their captor's greatness. Not to mention the thought of being ravished against her will by the powerful man—no god—filled her dreams, something she'd not be admitting, of course.
"Cousin, King Lux is doubtlessly the most powerful being in the world. Why would I care about such nonsense when there's a chance to stand at the side of a god walking among men?" Arianne asked, only to see Tyene rolling her eyes. She knew her cousin hadn't believed in the King's claims of godhood, something Arianne couldn't understand, not with the many marvels beyond mortal means proving otherwise.
"Please, Tyene, I still want us to share a bed as we lose our maidenhead together. Won't you help me gain the King's favor?" she begged, giving her cousin those watery eyes that always got others to fold to her whims.
"Fine, it's not like I can leave you to get in trouble by yourself," Tyene agreed after letting out a long breath, making Arianne squeal as she brought the girl she was as close as sisters with into a tight hug.
"Now come, dear cousin, let's practice for our night with the King," Arianne purred into Tyene's ear, already beginning to grope at her soft curves over the thin smallclothes she wore.
A New God's Conquest
Cersei huffed her annoyance while waiting for her dinner's delivery. The quality of service from her captor's filthy creatures had been quite lacking these past days.
Honestly, if it weren't for her lodgings being barely fit for a queen like herself, she'd have thrown a fit by now. Still, her patience was beginning to wane as she sat at the rooms small table.
"Elf, where's my meal?!" she demanded, calling out to the empty air, only receiving silence in return, making her let out a growl as her stomach followed suit.
"I've been told that you've been treating my loyal servants rather poorly," a deep voice had Cersei jumping to her feet as fast as her bloated belly would allow in shock, the previously empty seat across from her now occupied by a man like none she'd ever seen before.
"I take it you're this god those useless servant creatures claim to serve?" Cersei questioned after regaining her regal demeanor. Hmmph, nothing more than a mummery, she decided. "My father will have the head of everyone you love on a spike as you beg for your life," she helpfully informed the man who obviously didn't know the trouble he'd gotten himself into.
"I'd be more worried about myself if I were you," the impudent man told her, chuckling to himself. How dare he mock her, Cersei fumed.
"You wouldn't dare lay a hand on a Lannister. Even an outsider of the Seven Kingdoms like yourself would have heard The Rains of Castamere," she threatened, annoyed to see nothing but amusement on the bastard's attractive face.
"Ash, would you like to join us?" her captor called out to no one, the mongrel who hadn't shown her the respect she was due appearing at his side, a nasty smile on her small face. "As the mistreated party, I thought it best for you to decide her punishment," he continued, making her gulp after realizing this lunatic held no fear for her father's reprisal.
"Many thanks, Master," the creature she now remembered was named Ash agreed, and after the little thing snapped her fingers, Cersei felt as something wrapped around her face, forcing her mouth wide open. "I believe she was expecting her meal around now. Why don't we satiate her hunger, Master?" Cersei heard the elf ask, her cursed coming out as nothing but muffled babbles through the ring-shaped thing in her mouth.
The little creature approached, and Cersei backed away until she felt the warm stone walls on her back. She didn't know what was planned for her, but she wanted no part in it.
"I wouldn't suggest fighting what's to come. We wouldn't wish that growing babe of yours any harm, now, would we?" the elf's sickly-sweet voice had her freezing, her arms instinctually wrapping around her stomach.
They wouldn't dare. Would they? She wondered, her question being answered as the elf held out a hand, an invisible force pressing down on her shoulders, and she only struggled against it for a moment before remembering the dreaded words.
"Master, as undeserving as this mortal is, would you please allow me to feed her your divine seed?" the creature asked, Cersie's eyes widening in dread.
"Heh, I should have known you'd choose this type of punishment," the creature's master chuckled, walking to stand before her as his servant's small hands pulled the largest manhood she'd ever seen out of his unfastened trousers.
If her glare could set fire, the man looking down on her kneeling form would be naught but ashes. Cersei had only graced one man the honor of using her mouth for their pleasure, and now realizing what would be happening against her will, she vowed her vengeance.
Lux didn't bother looking into the bitch's mind to find out whether the tears running down Cersei's lovely face were caused by the ongoing sexual assault, or from the fact that it was likely the uppity cunt's first time having her throat so thoroughly worked in. Either way, it was a wonderful sight to behold and her writhing tongue spasming along his shaft as her convulsing throat milked his tip had his balls churning, ready for a release.
Seeing Ash's vile grin as she forced the Queen's tear covered face back and forth really had Lux wondering if the elf had always been so unhinged or if he was somehow to blame. Eh, whatever, it wasn't like he cared enough to change the elf's mindset… Not when the freaky sex was so delightful.
What he did care about was the beautiful woman who didn't seem to be having an enjoyable experience at the moment. Cersei cut a truly striking visage, and Lux decided that he'd be keeping the golden-haired cunt and the incestuous daughter yet to be born for himself.
But he could think about the mother daughter pair for later. Now, he was close to blowing his load, and Ashe understood his dilemma, reaching to fondle his sack while pressing Cersei forward until her lips met the base of his shaft, his cum leaking out of her nose as he drained his balls down her contracting gullet.
"Will that be all for her punishment, Ash?" he questioned the little sadist after pulling his still rock-hard cock out of his captured queen's exquisite mouth.
To answer his inquiry, Ash simply snapped her fingers, Cersei's dress disappearing as ropes shot from the walls and ceiling, binding the panting mess of a woman before neatly presenting her hovering form at crotch height, the bitch's arms tied behind her back, and legs spread wide as she glared up at him, the ring gag that was holding her mouth open now vanished.
"You'll pay for…" Cersei began, her useless threats cut off by a cry of pain, one of her puffy pink nipples ruthlessly squeezed between a clawed hand.
"Beg His Grace to fuck your whore cunt," Ash demanded, and after a moment of silence, his sadistic dark elf lightly traced her sharpened nails along the beautifully smooth skin of the queen's round stomach, a low whimper leaving the golden bitch's lips at the clear threat.
"P-Please, Your Grace… Fuck this whore's cunt," she sobbed, and Lux only hoped that his newest toy hadn't broken so soon.
Fortunately, his worries had been unfounded, Cersei's bitchy glare returning as he teased the cleanly shaved lips between her long and graceful legs, the head of his cock beginning to spread the surprisingly tight slit.
With just his tip inside, Lux paused, stroking the side of his toy's gorgeous face. "One day you'll look back on this, and you'll thank me with all your heart for making you mine," he told her, fully sheathing himself into her tight cave in one thrust as the cries Cersei tried her best to muffle echoed through the chambers.
"I wonder what your King would think if he knew what was being done to his woman?" Lux asked, grabbing and squeezing her large tit flesh as his hips never stopped thrusting. "Of course, I'm sure it's your twin brother who'd be the one most upset. Maybe I should bring him here. Tell me, whore, do you think Jamie would get off watching me rape his sister?"
"Fuck you bastard," Cersei snarled, making him smile.
"Please, by all means keep running your mouth. I'll enjoy every moment as you work off your debt with this beautiful body," Lux teased, and the insult on the tip of Cersei's tongue quickly died as it seems she thought better of it for now.
"Master, I think she's enjoying her punishment a little too much," Ash chimed in, snapping her fingers again, the whore on his dick spinning to face the floor as the binding ropes moved.
Lux gladly took the opportunity to grab a handful of her thick ass, pausing at the moan of pleasure that left the woman's mouth. "I think you might be right," he agreed, looking down at the growing puddle of arousal, pussy juice gushing with each of his movements.
"Any suggestions?" Lux asked, already having a good guess at where this was heading.
"I wonder if this whore of a queen is still a virgin in the one hole we haven't touch so far?" Ashe questioned herself, one of her small fingers circling the crinkled hole exposed to the air.
"P-Pleas, no," Cersei begged, and Lux could hear her tears flowing again as they trickled to the floor.
"Quiet!" his little sadist hissed, slapping one of the bitch's hanging tits for the impertinence. "Just be glad that this whore cunt of yours is providing plenty of lube for what's to come."
Ash gave him a wink, and Lux saw no reason to not indulge his loyal servant as he pulled out of the gaping quim, changing his aim and piercing the virgin asshole without bothering to lower the speed of his thrust in the slightest, the pained cries of one of the characters he'd detested a heartwarming sound.
But Lux wasn't a completely heartless bastard, he told himself, and after a few rough, and surely unpleasurable insertions, he decided that this had been enough punishment for her alternate-self's actions, channeling a good amount of divine healing through his cock, the cries of pain turning to pleasure as Ash pouted on the side.
And as the freshly deflowered asshole twitched in pleasure around his dick while her sopping pussy sprayed his sack, Lux was soon unloading the night's second delivery of cum into the beautiful blonde's bowels.
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