Autumn Kiss 💋🍁 || Criston Cole

01 • HER SWORN PROTECTOR

"The Princess Rheanyra is brazen, a spider who stings her prey dry, a spoilt cunt."

"I'd like to believe, that in end, that honour and decency will prevail. We would need to hew to that, and to each other."

"Slurp!"

"Slurp!"

"Slurp!"

The sound of her wet moist lips, words rang in his head, as the dutiful Hightower Queen sucked his cock like a hungrily woman, starving, deprived from the pleasures of intimacy.

The King's leprosy had weakened him to perform his duty, and the Queen had no choice than to turn to him for comfort, to which he offered, behind closed doors.

Ser Criston grunts. "Argh! Your Grace, Mmm! now take it deeper!"

Queen Alicent obeyed and did his bidding. Her moans of pleasure echo lowly across the stony walls of her ambiance, as she her sworn protector took a fistful of her aurburn hair, gliding her lips back and forth on his cock cream shaft.

"Look at me Your Grace, show me, how much you hate Rheanyra. Show me! Arrgh! Fuck!" Ser Criston growls like an animal, as the Queen mage sultry wet sounds.

Ok, he couldn't deny he took Rheanyra's maiden head twenty years ago, but being Queen Alicent's sworn protector, no one said anything about her little mouth that was full of his cock at the moment or those delicately soft hands currently cradling his large balls. He was still technically right.

King Viserys didn't deserve Alicent, no one did. If only he could switch fate, he wished to have being Aegon, Aemond, Helaena and Dareon's father, but no, he was a knight of the King's Guard bound to protect the Queen. His Queen. His second love.

From the corners of Alicent's lips, dripped with threads of saliva, gasping for air, she molded his the head of his cap, then spat on Criston's shaft, stroking his grith, as he whimpers deeply, before taking him into her mouth once again.

"Shit! Mmmm." Ser Criston groans, guilding her head with pleasure.

If one were to open the door to the Queen's bedchamber, they'd probably just die of shock...to not only find him standing at the foot of the said Queen's bed, but also witness the young, beautiful and thick-hipped with perky big breast daughter of the Hand kneeling before him. The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms sucking his grith.

Queen Alicent Hightower, still dressed in her usual green dress, knelt before the Dornish man and dutifully bobbed her head to and pro at his pelvis, swallowing his manhood with practiced ease, occasionally pulling out to place soft lips against the sturdy base of Ser Criston's shaft, laying delicate kisses all the way to the angry crown.

"Schlupp!" the Queen moans.

Throwing his head back, Ser Criston most certainly did not mind the sounds she was making as she tended to his meat, evident from his groans of pleasure as he placed one encouraging hand on the Queen's head and helped her with deep-throating him.

Alicent moaned against the cock, tracing each vein and curve with her succulent lips, tasting every inch of his meat as her adventurous tongue came out to start licking up the underside of the massive meat slab.

Since she married Viserys, all her dedication and service to House Targaryen is often swept under the carpet, a dutiful wife she is, but Viserys has never being fair towards her, nor does he show her affection nor care. Placed Rheanyra over her and their children while she flaunts her privilege, doing naught but make excuses for his degenerate daughter.

And with Ser Criston in her service for over ten years, she's grown romantically attracted towards him, especially his cock. She loved how he fucks away her worries, and gives her a shoulder to lean on.