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Game of Thrones - Wedding Night - Cersei Lannister
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She had it all planned. All through the wedding ceremony, she kept casting him shy glances. She’d look at him, then away. Let him think she was afraid of his size, that he’d crush her under his weight and power.
She watched him drink mug after mug of the finest ale Westeros had to offer, felt his breath, hot and heavy against her neck, his big hands pawing her breasts in front of everyone.
She heard the laughter of the men in attendance, louder and more raucous the drunker they became. Laughter of all the men, except one. The one who watched her without saying a word. The one whose hand clenched on the hilt of his sword.
She shook her head slightly, stopping him from whatever rash act he was considering. Her father noticed her reaction and pulled the other man aside.
“Shall we?” she asked as she turned to face her husband.
He said something vulgar and roared out a laugh before picking her up, tossing her over his shoulder, and carrying her out of the room. She was grateful that her face was pressed against his back. No one could see her embarrassment that way.
Once in the room, he fumbled with the buttons on her dress to the point of frustrating her into stripping off the rest of her clothing herself. He didn’t bother to divest himself of any of his clothes, merely freed his unimpressive cock from his pants and rolled on top of her. She kept her arms tight to her sides- she wouldn’t play the seductress, not with him, not tonight. Tonight, she was the shy virgin, untouched by man, who didn’t know what to do in these situations. She had her eyes closed as he rutted against her.
“Lyanna.” The word was slurred coming out of her husband’s mouth. Not her name. She should be upset that he thought of another, but truth be told, she was trying hard not to do the same.
There was no comparison between Robert and Jamie.
1_million_wordsShe had it all planned. All through the wedding ceremony, she kept casting him shy glances. She’d look at him, then away. Let him think she was afraid of his size, that he’d crush her under his weight and power.
She watched him drink mug after mug of the finest ale Westeros had to offer, felt his breath, hot and heavy against her neck, his big hands pawing her breasts in front of everyone.
She heard the laughter of the men in attendance, louder and more raucous the drunker they became. Laughter of all the men, except one. The one who watched her without saying a word. The one whose hand clenched on the hilt of his sword.
She shook her head slightly, stopping him from whatever rash act he was considering. Her father noticed her reaction and pulled the other man aside.
“Shall we?” she asked as she turned to face her husband.
He said something vulgar and roared out a laugh before picking her up, tossing her over his shoulder, and carrying her out of the room. She was grateful that her face was pressed against his back. No one could see her embarrassment that way.
Once in the room, he fumbled with the buttons on her dress to the point of frustrating her into stripping off the rest of her clothing herself. He didn’t bother to divest himself of any of his clothes, merely freed his unimpressive cock from his pants and rolled on top of her. She kept her arms tight to her sides- she wouldn’t play the seductress, not with him, not tonight. Tonight, she was the shy virgin, untouched by man, who didn’t know what to do in these situations. She had her eyes closed as he rutted against her.
“Lyanna.” The word was slurred coming out of her husband’s mouth. Not her name. She should be upset that he thought of another, but truth be told, she was trying hard not to do the same.
There was no comparison between Robert and Jamie.