Service Your Queen (Game Of Thrones)

“Looks like you are awake now… Good… We can get started,” Cersei purred as Arya slowly lifted her head, her vision a little groggy. She tried to speak, but her jaw was forced open by a gag in the shape of a ball, saliva beginning to dribble down her chin as she tried to swallow it. Looking up, she could see two figures standing over her. Her sister, who was quietly fidgeting with her fingers dressed in a simple silk nightdress, and the Queen, who stood with a goblet of wine wearing nothing at all, her plump breasts bouncing free and her neatly trained quim slipping between her shapely thighs. She tugged on a chain and Arya felt her body get pulled forwards, her neck aching as the leather collar sharply dug into her skin, “Arya, your sister has something she would like to say.”

            “You… you should do as she says… Then she’ll… she’ll… Queen Cersei, will let father free,” Sansa pleaded, Arya lifting her head surprised, shooting her sister daggers as her borrowed words left her sister lips, Cersei grinning eagerly down at Arya, who herself, had been stripped naked at Cersei’s request, her lithe and budding body laid against the stone floor.

            “Good… Now, Arya. In order for you to be let free, I need you to prove your loyalty to the King. Sansa has already done a diligent job, but you… you will need to do more,” Cersei smiled, her lips curt and painted with blood red lipstick. She leant forwards and unfastened the ball gag in Arya’s mouth, letting it fall to her neck, the brunette girl tempted to lunge at the Queen, biting. Sliding down into a chair, the Queen spread her legs, her folds beginning to glisten as she did so, her smile widening as she tugged Arya’s face closer, “Now be a good girl, and service you Queen…”

            Arya’s eyes widened as she realised the exact implication the Queen was making and just where her mouth was being dragged. She parted her lips to object, but Cersei’s hand snaked its way through her hair and pushed the young girl’s mouth towards her folds, Arya’s tongue inadvertently plunging deep inside her Queenly cunt. Moaning audibly, Cersei kept a firmer grip on the young girl’s head, reclining and sliding further down the chair, pushing her pussy onto Arya’s face, all the while gently moving her hips back and forth, grinding her folds up and down her lips, savouring the sporadic spasms of the young girl’s confused tongue.

            Gasping suddenly, Arya found herself buried amidst her slick, wet flesh, her tongue clamped down by the Queen’s pussy. She had heard her brothers talking about this back in Winterfell, Theon always bragging about his abilities in doing so and just how good It was. Arya couldn’t agree less. Her tongue writhed around inside the Queen, the taste of her juices being bearable, but not the golden nectar that was described. Not to mention the Queen’s rough and forceful humping of her face, burying the young girl in her quim.

            Sansa looked down at her feet, occasionally glancing up out of perverse curiosity, watching her sister battling to be free as Cersei ground her self against her. Rising to her feet, Cersei through any attempts at remaining elegant out the window. Standing above the young girl, she threaded both her hands through Arya’s face, and began to move her hips back and forth rapidly. Keeping her tongue inside, Arya winced as her hair was tugged back and forth, the young girl sneaking breaths through her nose before being forced back in amongst her folds. Cersei used Arya’s nose to massage her clit, gently rubbing herself back and forth, her orgasm hitting her as she moaned. Slowing her thrusts, she rode Arya’s face to completion before letting her go.

            “Mmm… Good… They teach girls well in the north I see,” Cersei groaned, her fingers rubbing her slit back and forth, watching as Arya fell onto her back, breathless. Pulling on her collar, Cersei worked her back up onto her knees, tugging her over to Sansa, a salacious and promiscuous smirk on her lips, “You know, Arya? I think you need to thank your sister for all the hard work she’s done for the King. Don’t you think that Arya?”

            Keeping silent, Arya lifted her chin defiantly, the Queen taking note. Reaching her fingers around to Sansa’s back, Cersei quickly unfastened the strings holding her dress in place. The weight o the fabric pulled it down and Sansa breathed sharply inwards as the entire garment dropped to the floor. Stepping out of the pile of clothing, her hands moved to cover her pussy, hiding it from view as she breathed heavily, the Queen’s piercing gaze and horny grin being disconcerting for the redhead.

            “Go on then…” Cersei gestured, tugging Arya forwards. Locking eyes with the Queen, Arya stared her down before lowering her lips closer and closer to her sister’s folds, the redhead’s hands moving out of the way allowing Arya’s hot breath to grace her slickening folds, “Actually, I don’t want your filthy tongue to ruin my son’s future prize.”

            Those words caused Sansa to breathe a sigh of relief. Her pussy quivered, begging for attention, but Sansa didn’t want that pleasure from her sister. It was incest… it was wrong. However, the sigh of relief was far from justified. The Queen turned the redhead around, Cersei sliding down onto her knees besides Sansa’s plump, fleshy arse. Her hands pried the girl’s cheeks apart, revealing her tight, little asshole. Winking at Arya. Arya’s eyes widened as she got the gist, the Queen gently tugging her collar closer and closer.

            “Feast,” Cersei ordered, watching as Arya’s lips neared closer and closer. Looking out the corner of her eye, Arya saw the Queen glaring down and decided to get it over with. Extending her tongue, Arya flicked the tip of it across Sansa’s hole, the redhead groaning and twitching slightly in response. Running her tongue across the girl’s rear entrance, Arya was pleasantly surprised by the lack of taste, coating it with a thin layer of saliva, taking Sansa’s moans as sign of approval. But Cersei wasn’t satiated. Her hand found the back of Arya’s head, slowly and steadily pushing the young girl deeper into Sansa’s asshole, her puckered entrance parting to allow Arya’s tongue deep inside, the two Stark’s feeling their breath quicken in response.

            Whimpering in pleasure, Sansa tingled up and down, a bizarre and strange pleasure building in her core as more and more of Arya’s tongue slipped inside. It was like there was a dam inside her, behind which layers and layers of pleasure were building, waiting to crash down and cascade across her body. And at this point, Sansa didn’t mind who the pleasure came from, only that it came. Arya’s tongue plunged as deep as she could, remaining motionless inside Sansa as she writhed and spasmed with pleasure. Her hole tightened and clenched around her tongue, so when Arya finally wriggled the slick morsel of flesh back and forth, it set Sansa off, the young girl squealing with pleasure as her pussy tingling and twitched.

            “Good, good!” Cersei clapped, letting go of Arya and letting her pull her tongue back in between her lips. Unhooking the chain from Arya’s collar, she untied the bonds that held her in place and sauntered towards the door, “Daily sessions. My Quarters, every evening. And Arya dear… If I see you without your collar, the north will be set on fire…”

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