Thread: Game of Tongues! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

GAME of TONGUES! Queen Cersei Lannister knew that the meeting could have gone worse, but it could have gone a lot better. Nevertheless, they were not fighting or dying, so things could be improved, this was more and more evident the longer Cersei thought about the so called mother of dragons. Retiring to the city with Daenerys and her forces alongside, she had moved to her chambers to await the woman who had tamed some dragons and garnered a following because of it. Women were different, Cersei knew that. She had been fucked thoroughly and often by her brother, by studs who had been brought to her chambers to service her and then left in pieces, bagged and disposed of. She had even enjoyed the enormous cock of the mountain, albeit while he was dead and could never speak of such things. To her shame she had even come from being abused, several times in fact, as she had walked naked through the city. False tears had stained her cheeks as she had orgasmed from the vile comments and harsh thrashing of hands, sticks, whips and spit. She was a sick and twisted woman, who relished the touch of her own brother, who drowned in ecstasy from the mere thought of incest, who craved depraved couplings, wild carnal escapades and the feel of an orgasm wrenched froth by frenzied and passionate fucking. However, the wettest she had ever been was right now, right this moment and its cause was not a man, or an act of depravity, not even the thought of a threesome or the taste of a mans cum. She was soaking beneath her dress, which had been wrought and decorated by the hands of a dozen slaves, in fact she was drenched. Her thighs were slick and her pussy lips were puffy and swollen. The cause? The cause was the sight of the so called dragon queen, a woman who had sent shivers of anticipation through her as she had fucked her with her eyes and raped her in her waking dreams. She had known, right then and there, that she had to have Daenerys. She had to fuck her, to show her the pleasures of her body, to dominate her. She knew that was the key to both success and pleasure. Men were controlled by allowing them to fuck her, to giving them the illusion of control over her. Their cocks spurting their foul seed into her insides, as they groaned out and came within a few minutes. They were always easier to manipulate and control when spent and flaccid. Women were another matter though, they could be teased, they could be fucked and edged for hours, they were not submitted to in order to control, they were dominated, controlled, made to moan in ecstasy and pledge their allegiance. Their taste was of honey, their scent was of flowers, their skin was soft and pliable.. and when they were spanked, or beaten, or whipped, their flesh stained with red trails which pleased the eye. Their tight holes were hungry for tongues, fingers and toys from the east which could stretch them and make them spill forth the most delicious moans from their soft red lips. Cersei wanted Daenerys, she wanted her and she was going to have the false and self appointed so called queen, because only in taking her and making her worship Cersei's flesh would she win. They would both win. Cersei paced back and forth, slipping out onto the balcony of her tower suite. From here she could see the Dragons and the threat they suggested, but she knew they would not attack, not when they were needed to fight the walkers, not when it was so painfully evident that one had been killed or lost already. The click of her heeled shoes, imported from some Southern nation, sent echoes through the stone chamber as she sipped at her goblet of wine. She was naked beneath her expensive robes, the slits at the sides revealing tantalizing glimpses of her long slender and toned legs all the way to her hips, for those with enough courage or foolishness to stare at their queen. She could feel the stain of her own juices clinging to her inner thighs and it angered her, it made her furious that her control of her own body was slipping away from her, simply because of some lust for a false queen. The hot little blonde who had come to her with the audacity to lay claim to the throne would have to be bent to her will, shown that the very best she could hope for would be to rule at her side... of course at her side meant beneath her feet, but sitting on a throne beside her might placate those with concerns. Perhaps. Of course all that was fantasy and conjecture, all she wanted right now was to replace the taste of wine in her mouth with that of Dany's juices, her lips, her pussy, her flesh. She wondered if Daenerys felt the same way? Had she imagined the earlier stares? Was she responding to the subtle eye fucking that Cersei had sent her way? Or was she simply sizing her up, thinking about how best to try and destroy her? It could not have been easy for the blonde, surely? With a body and looks such as hers men would fail and flounder, unable to fuck longer than a few minutes before spilling their seed and groaning before rolling over to sleep. No, a woman was needed to feast on that perfect flesh, to suck and to lick and to finger her, just the right way. Cersei hissed, taking a larger gulp to steady her impatience as she paced back and forth. No, Dany had agreed to this meeting within the city, why else unless she wanted to be taken, dominated, shown her true calling... not as the mother of Dragons, but as the thrall and lover of the one true Queen? With a smirk Cersei wondered if she shouldn't simply greet the woman naked, her fingers buried in her gash while she spread her legs wide upon the royal bed. But no, such crude and vulgar brazenness would be for later, first she wanted to see her reaction, feel her heat, look into those hypnotic eyes and know that Dany was as wet for her as she was for the beautiful delicious morsel of a whore given a royal title. The door opened and the Mountain stood there for a moment before stepping aside to reveal Daenery's. Cersei made no attempt to conceal the way she looked at her, her gaze raking up from her toes to her face before she spoke. Welcome to my chambers Dany we can be much more informal here, without prying eyes to test our resolve or judge our demeanour. I admit I'm surprised that you agreed to come here, but first... some wine? she poured out a goblet full. We have a lot to talk about, and there is much for me to explain to you about a possible alliance, such as where a womans true power comes from. Do you have any questions before I begin? she asked, gesturing to a long couch which sported enough room for them both. Its back and sides were made from weapons swords and spears and halberds, as if it was an elongated parody or homage to the Iron throne, except made for two to sit upon instead of one. Red velvet covered its seat, which contrasted against Cerseis outfit, as she sat down. Her gown slid apart at the slit, as she crossed one leg over the other, exposing her right leg almost to her waist. She waited, patiently, moistening her lips with her tongue as she did so. Feasting her eyes on the false illusionary queen. Last edited Jul 19, 2018