Day FIFTEEN, the Greens still hasn't replied to King Aenar Targaryen and war loomed in the realm, sitting the iron throne was starting to irk the Queen Regent, these past few days since she ursuped the crown, she is starting to regret her decisions, as her life in the Red Keep is starting to become choking and miserable.
Firstly Laenor and Laena still refused to bend the knee, despite many threats.
Secondly Aenar's marriage to Cersei Lannister is still a bitter taste she couldn't get rid off.
Thirdly the petitions at court were driving her insane as the small folks complain about food scarcity and hunger.
Fourthly the Green council are conspiring in secret as Orywell gossiped, they've been meeting privately at the Tower of Hand, plotting gods know what with her conniving snake of a father.
Lastly she needed to end this coitus with Ser Lancelot Strong, for she can't keep being a slave to his guilty pleasures.
Howbeit, the clubfoot was currently on his knees in her chambers, sucking her royal cunt and fingering her.
Alicent's foot were exposed, yet she whimpers, while grabbing hold of the chair handle as Lancelot's tongue swirled and sucked her soul away.
Gripping a fistful of his Strong hair to hold her balance, she looks up to the green ceiling, gasping in pleasure, she whimpers, pants, moans faintly so that Ser Criston won't hear her muffled voice.
Ser Lancelot even bite, chew and licked her pussy as he jerked his cock squirming. "Your cunt taste so divine..... Your Grace.....mmm! So moist, wet and creamy" He hummed against the Queen Regent's core, sucking her juice with delight.
Moments later an awkward silence filled the room, Ser Lancelot sat on the sofa, drinking wine as Queen Alicent wore her underwear, and her socks. He leered his eyes on her slender figure, especially her thighs, thinking of the position he'd use to fuck her raw.
"There's a chill in the air." Alicent caught him leering at her and felt uncomfortable. "Summer is well and truly through." She dropped her green dress and wore her shoes, hearing the indistinct chatters echoing from the city and the cawing birds.
"We are expected at the small council, Your Grace." Lancelot reminds her.
Sighing Alicent moved to get something on her study table, only for the Master of Whisperers to call her back.
"I think I'm in need of your service...."
Alicent halts and turns to him with an appalled gaze. "Didn't we just finish a while ago?"
Lancelot smirks. "We did, but I meant for you to come help me tie the lace on my trousers.....Your Grace." He squirms.
Bleached, Alicent felt like driving a dagger through his heart, but she gave a faint smile and went to tie his laces as he smelt her aurburn hair, touching the strands, humming.
"Soon we shall be embarking on other pursuits.....If you wouldn't mind? I do hope you know how to ride a Strong stallion cock..... Your Grace." He whispered in jape, squirming, as two slaps, brushed his cheeks.
Silence swept into the room.
Shocked, Ser Lancelot was livid. "Y-you.....you s-slapped me?" He blinks in stars.
Furious, Queen Alicent snapped at him, jacking the collar of his shirt, almost choking him to death. "We cannot? Again! This affair must stop! To what end must I refute to your disgusting desires! I am the Queen, you're beneath me, and if I sired bastards for my late lord husband, that is none of your business clubfoot, but if you think I'll let you humiliate me, then you're a fool Ser Lancelot. I could have you killed by the King's Guard, garroted, or strangled in your sleep, do not double cross me again!" She seethed at him, gritting her teeth in green hate, then let's go of his collar and adjusts her emerald gown. "GET OUT!'
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Of Bastards & Dragons || Aenar Targaryen
Fantasi"F-fuck." Alicent's shudders bitting her lips as his girth shifts her womb. "Argh!..." Aenar groans into her ear as he grasped her hips and thrust, hours and hours of his own pent-up desire, fuelling each lunge into her, the silky sheath of his stee...
