OF BASTARDS & DRAGONS || Aenar Targaryen [1]

76 • ALICENT THE CRUEL

Day TWENTY at dawn, the roosters crowed softly as Queen Alicent wore her green clothes, she needed to leave the clubfoot's chamber before anyone notice her trail.

Ser Lancelot lay back on the bed, naked beneath the sheets, raking his leering gaze on her naked figure as fire flickered on her curves, he smiles warmly ravishing the feeling of touching her again, her taste so sweet, he sort to have another audience with her tomorrow night, yet felt drained, appraising the strength she possessed in riding a cock.

Alicent proceeded to the door silently with hitched breaths.

"I feel certain, we will meet later tomorrow night, your warmth on my bed can't be easily denied." Lancelot squirms as the Queen spared him no glance but sauntered out of his chambers, shutting the door in a loud thud of annoyance and rage.

Violated, her bones ached, her skin crawled, her mouth reeked of nausea. On the verge of tears, the Queen Regent's grip tightens on the door knob, she blinked, taking a deep breath, staring into space, then her hands touched her womb with a sigh.

"How delightful it must be, fucking you....." Lancelot grunts, thrusting deep into her core with pleasure.

Sweat glistened on their bodies as their juices mingled Alicent moans, biting her lips.

"Who owns this pussy?"

Alicent mutters in shame. "Y-you." She rides his stallion breathlessly.

Lancelot squirms, moaning as their skin slapped roughly. "Who owns your womb?"

Alicent whimpers shakily. *Y-y-you.... fuck!" She bounced on the fetish cock, her breast following it's rhythm. Hours of riding the club foot cock made her sore, she collapsed on Ser Lancelot's chest, hugging him as he bounced her pussy on and down in hard root, milking his grith with her white fluids.

Weary orbs stares at the fire place as Alicent moans in his ears, as he bounced her nonstop tireslessy like a freak.

"Make no mistake of double crossing me. Your royal cunt is mine." Lancelot mumbles in her ears as he thrusted deep into her swollen pink maidenhead."Do not think of aborting my child....Your Grace." Lancelot had warned as she rode his cock. "My lurking spiders tells me everything that takes place in the Red Keep. Should I find out you sort to outsmart me, the realm will know of your deeds with Aenar Targaryen and I will personally put your children to the sword." He squirmed, stroking her raw, growling, grunting, panting, moaning and cursing her name.

Alicent swallowed, touching her belly which was swollen with the Strong seed, then coldly returned back to the Maegor's Holdfast in solitude and fear. Carefully taking the corners to avoid the guards, she took the safest path that led to the royal appartments. On route as she ascended the stairs in Green, she hears clashing and slashing of blades roughly, which was then crowded with the screams of Laena Velaryon.

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Alas, each day grew uglier, Today was the THIRTYETH day and Aenar hadn't been seen, the Hightower armies were already at Kingslanding ready for war, the realm held their breath watching closey but heard nothing.

Aenar took to the skies for eleven days, searching for Maekar's body day and night without food nor water, each day his heart darkened thinking of ways to kill Alicent Hightower and her factions.

Howbeit as millions of netizens of Kingslanding, all came gathering at the gates of Red Keep, all the streets filled with people shouting and protesting. "ALICENT THE CRUEL!"