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Cersei Lannister X Fem!Reader - Pt.4 - (Duty)

TW – Power Imbalance and DubCon

"Now, reach out with your hands." The Queen lets a few seconds pass in silence and then grabs your forearms with a firm grip, guiding your hands to her body. Feeling the warmth of her naked, damp body close against your hands, you break into goosebumps. She guides your hands gently until they rest on her waist. "Feel me," she whispers, her voice low and commanding. "But do not open your eyes. Keep them closed."

Cersei lets out a quiet sigh, as your touch brings a shudder from her lips. You continue to move your hands down along her body well beneath the water, following the curve of her hips. An eternity passes but your unease grows as you realise the gravity of your actions. You could not disobey Her Grace, however you knew that this was a mistake.

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The Queen's eyes widen in surprise as you suddenly pull away and stand up, turning your back to her. Angered by this unexpected act of defiance - "What are you doing?" she asks, her voice sharp and demanding.

Your back still to her, you reply deliberately avoiding her question, feeling shame burning in your core. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"I'm not done with you yet. Turn back around. And look at me when I'm talking to you." Cersei can see the tension in your shoulders, your body language suggesting that you are uncomfortable, perhaps feeling guilty. She can tell that you do not want to turn back and face her, but she will not let you escape that easily. "Turn around," she commands quietly, her voice still firm but with a hint of concern. "I want to see your face when I'm talking to you."

Reluctantly your turn and keep your face neutral, gaze fixed at the wall just beyond her shoulder. She studies your expression for a moment, trying to figure out what's going on in your mind. She can tell that you're avoiding looking at her, which only makes her more curious.

She stands out of the water, stepping from the tub. Water drips from her nude body and you feel a flush of desire despite your guilt and discomfort. Cersei reaches out and grabs your chin again, forcing your face to look directly at her. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," she repeats, her voice laced with anger. Her eyes scan your face, searching for something known only to her. Her eyes darken as she mutters a dismissal to you.

The Queen watches as you quickly leave, a look of mixed disappointment, anger, and confusion on her face.

-

You take off quickly, speeding down to corridors in a run, desperate to reach your chambers. Tears were flooding you're your face. You felt nauseated, still feeling the Queen's body beneath your fingers. All these years you had craved her touch. You wished for her affection and her love. But not like this. The way she made you feel was... scared. Forced. Once you reach the safety of your room, the guilt and emotions start to overwhelm you. You can't hold it in any longer, and the tears start flowing uncontrollably.

You lock the door behind you and let the tears fall freely, the shame and guilt consuming you. The room is quiet except for the sound of your sobbing. You feel alone, isolated from the world, consumed by your own guilt and shame. The weight of what happened, your own feelings of unworthiness, it's all too much for you to bear.

You scan your humble rooms, taking in the silk drapery that was gifted to you by the Queen. Your stomach lurches. Finally, your eyes settle on the table. The jug of wine upon it seems to be the only comfort you have in this moment. You grab it off the table and take a long swig from the lip, the liquid burning as it goes down your throat.

As the alcohol hits your system, you feel a sense of numbness begin to fall over you, a brief respite from the overwhelming emotions that have taken hold of you. You take another few mouthfuls from the wine jug, the liquid now starting to take its toll on your body. Your mind starts to grow fuzzy, and the room spins slightly as you take a step.

You stumble to the bed, the room spinning around you as the alcohol takes its full effect. Collapsing onto the bed, you slip into a drunken sleep despite the early hour.