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When you walked into the candlelit room Cersei stood there waiting for you. Her expression was stern and she looked tense. Something unpleasant must have happened that day. It could be that she was angry with her husband, King Robert, or anything. She only called for you when she needed you to provide her with some relief. Apparently, you were very good at doing so.
“You need to speak with me, my lady?” you asked, even though you knew she wanted to do more than speak.
She stood observing you, and it almost felt like she was already undressing you. “Have you been with a man recently?” she asked. These encounters often started with questions. Cersei seemed to believe you would start going to bed with the men around the castle at any moment.
“No, Lady Cersei, I am still a virgin.”
“You tell me that every time you come here, but I have yet to confirm it,” she said, her eyes narrowing at you.
“If confirming it is possible, I would be happy to do so for you.” You said this as politely as possible.
“Lift up your skirts,” demanded Cersei. “I want to see for myself.”
You did as you were told. You hiked up your skirts and started to lower your undergarments. Cersei kept her narrow eyes on you.
“Now, bend yourself over that table,” she said once your bare cunt was exposed.
You swallowed nervously, but once again did as you were told. With your skirt up, you leaned over the nearby wooden table, presenting everything to her. Despite the feeling of humiliation, you also feel arousal at being in such a position before Lady Cersei.
“Yes, let’s have a look…” Cersei said in a low voice. You feel her fingers briefly creep along the back of your legs. You brace yourself because you know you’ll soon feel them inside you.
At first, she’s somewhat gentle with her slender hands. You feel her parting you open and observing. It feels invasive and you’re trembling against the table. But you still feel excited as well.
Without warning she pushes her two fingers inside of you. The gentleness is gone—she's jamming them in and out with roughness. She wants to hurt you and see you squirm around, you know this by now. You also know this wasn’t actually about confirming your virginity.
Cersei has a hand on your lower back and her fingers continue to move and out of your cunt. You’re whimpering as she stretches you to fit in a third finger.
“Promise me that you’ll only allow me inside you like this, that I’ll be the only one to touch you,” Cersei said, her three fingers stuffed tight inside you.
“I-I promise,” you said. Your whole body is shaking at the invasion. You feel your legs getting weak.
“Is it too much?” she started pushing them in deeper, too deep, and you let out a small cry.
“No, my lady,” you said. You shut your eyes as you’re flinching and tears streak down your face. Still, you know you can take it.
Cersei then pulled out her fingers and your body went limp. You stay in the same position until she finally said, “Alright now, get down on your knees.”
You push yourself up from the table, then get down on the floor and look up at the blond queen. You can’t help but think she looks beautiful in the candlelight. For a moment, you think you should tell her so, but decide to stay quiet. Especially considering she would never give you such a compliment.
She’s holding up her fingers, which are glistening wet from being inside your cunt. Cersei moved closer to you, where she grabbed a handful of your hair. She jerks your head back. “Open your mouth,” she demanded.
As usual, you do as she tells you. Her fingers entered your mouth and you can taste yourself on them. “Suck them,” she said.
Your lips are fixed around them and suck with your wet mouth. Your tongue licked at them, tasting your own cunt mixed with Lady Cersei’s skin.
With her hand still holding your head, she started to push them into your mouth deeper, almost choking you. “You look like a common whore on your knees like this. Do you feel like one?”
You don’t answer, because you simply can’t. Her fingers continued prodding in and out of your mouth, making you drool and your eyes go back. “Now, you’re going to use this mouth of yours in the way I like. Is that understood?” Cersei said.
With her fingers nearly jammed down your throat, all you can do is give a little nod.
Cersei pulled out of your mouth, then began to lift up her own dress without another word. You knew what to do. You lie down on the floor and wait for her.
You soon saw her overtop of you. You were right underneath her and could see the tuft of blond hair between her legs. You had tasted Lady Cersei on many occasions, you didn’t find it unpleasant. And as you watched her cunt getting closer to your face, you were almost eager for it.
She was rough when she sat on your face. She would grind on you, so her wetness coated your face. Your tongue was out for her, and she would stop over your mouth to enjoy you tasting her.
Your tongue moved inside, and she moaned. You licked, sucked and lapped at her more. Though you always did this for her, she would not do it for you. She seemed to prefer only using you as an object to take out all her frustrations on.
Your tongue found the sensitive nub, which you sucked gently causing her to cry out louder. “Yes, like that,” she encouraged through her moans.
You liked the sounds Cersei made. Your mouth continued to pleasure her, you needed to keep going until she reached her peak. You never failed to do so, and this time was no exception.
Cersei let out one last cry, her legs tightening against your head as she reached her climax. When her body relaxed, on impulse you lapped at her a little more before she would stand up.
When she was up and adjusting her skirts, you sat up on the floor. You looked at her to await further instructions, even though you knew she typically kicked you out of the room at this point.
“Alright. Leave and go get yourself cleaned up,” she said, turning her back on you.
You stood up from the floor. You felt so used, but a part of you liked feeling that way. “Good night, Lady Cersei,” you said as you smoothed down your dress.
She turned to face you again. Her cold expression had returned. “Remember what I said. You will let no one else touch you.”
“I won’t, my lady,” you said. You wonder why she feels such possessiveness over you, and if it was possible that she actually cares for you in her own way.
“Now leave,” she ordered.
Or perhaps, it was foolish to even consider that she liked you at all. You gave her a little bow and then turned to the door.