Kapitel 74: Chapter 73: A Queen For You
[ Oliver POV ]
The Three Sisters chapter closed with a happy ending for the victors. Of course, everyone else didn't pay attention to the losers of the war who were still mourning their loved ones.
I looked at the islands one last time. The next time I will see them, this place will be very different. I had left my plans with the engineers here and they will fix everything up. The construction of the ports had already started and a couple of thousand men would stay on the island to keep the peace and decimate anyone daring to go against my rule.
I wasn't sure just how mad Jon Arryn might be due to now having a part of his lands given to someone else, without his knowledge. Sure, the Three Sisters might have been his in name only, but that was still better than what I was about to do with the place. Gulltown will lose most of its merchants as the Free Cities I control behind the scenes will start trading here now. Also, these islands can connect with the North easier too.
Closing my eyes a map of Westeros appeared in my mind and all of the trade routes were memorized. I had studied the streams of water and how they traveled. That way my ships will always be faster than the competition and I would also sell at a lower price for some time in any ingredient that I hadn't monopolized.
Even if I had to work at a loss, it would be okay since I had the money of the biggest Bank behind me. I could afford to work at a loss to get a Monopoly on certain products, but my competitors couldn't.
That was the difference between us, just like how no matter how much someone gambled in a casino they couldn't win against the house. Because while the person had a limited supply of money, the casino had a theoretically endless supply. It was simple mathematics on who would win.
But I wasn't worried about anyone getting these islands now. Robert had spoken and words said can't be taken back, especially if the words came out of a King's mouth. When another king comes around, they could try and take these lands for me.
For which I will have to "politely" refuse and maybe I might even have my army "politely" come and send the king a message and inform him to reevaluate his decision.
Whether it was Stannis, Daenerys, Joffrey, Tommen, or even some other King who ended up sitting on the Iron Throne. By then, if my ideas come to fruition, then no King will ever dare even say anything, even if I fucked their wife in front of them.
Of course, that was all hypothetical and I had to be very careful to not mess up.
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A couple of weeks had passed since I set sail and King's Landing was within my sights. I had arrived before Robert here since my ships were faster.
The smell was quite bad, and I could already smell the shit from here. Its sewage system must be horrendous. The King lives here? No wonder so many of them went mad. This place already seemed unpleasant and I hadn't even entered yet.
I mean, London, my city was only a small sailing distance away, and in there it was like we were in a whole other world.
"Do you like it?" Asked Arianne as she leaned my shoulder.
She was wearing a yellow sundress and had her hair tied in a ponytail. Until yesterday she had been wearing normal men's clothes, which consisted of pants and a sailor's shirt. But she couldn't go to King's Landing like that. She was my wife now.
"No, I already hate the place," I answered her truthfully. "What about you? Do you like it?"
"No, the smell is too bad. Dorne is much better." She complained, whispering in my ear and biting my earlobe. "I am horny, wanna try making a baby again?"
She was already pregnant, I could sense it due to my Blood Magic. But I didn't tell her that and just smiled agreeably.
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[ Cersei Lannister POV ]
The first time I saw Oliver Redhawk in the royal gardens, I had to admit, the young man was handsome. More so than his father. I had seen Arthur before in Harrenhal, and while his swordsmanship was as Legendary as they said. His appearance wasn't anything special. Though at the time he had still been able to get that Dornish whore that everyone was drooling over at the time.
Still though, Oliver, his silver hair danced beautifully in his head as he walked and his body seemed to be perfectly built. I approached the man in question, for some strange reason my heartbeat fastened like that of a young girl talking to her crush.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed his wife looking at me like a hawk. I just smiled back at the dornish bitch politely, she had nothing on me. Even her husband would rather sleep with me, than with her. I will show her that right now.
"Excuse me," I called out to Oliver, and as he turned around, a pair of haunting dark eyes greeted me, in contrast to his silver hair. "Ser Oliver, I have heard a lot about you."
He smiled at me mysteriously. "I have heard a lot about you too."
"All good things I hope," I joked around with the young man and noticed that he didn't seem at all entranced by me. Well, I could understand, handsome men always had women throw themselves at them. "Anyway, would you mind accompanying me? I can't wait to hear about your adventures."
"Of course." He agreed, signaling towards a female bodyguard to stay with his wife. "I am sure you are worried about your husband too. He should arrive in a day or two."
As expected, all men could be manipulated by using sex. Oliver wasn't any different. Telling me when Robert will arrive, he wanted to get with me. Well, I don't mind, lately, I have been quite bored.
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As we went deeper into the castle and got closer to my room. A strange sexual tension had built between us, or maybe I was the only one who felt it? Oliver didn't seem bothered and was saying something, but I wasn't listening and just stared at his face.
"Yes, of course," I agreed with him like I had done a dozen or so times already. He had a sweet voice too, was he a singer? I wanted to ask him but decided against it.
We finally arrived at the doors to my room and four men in red Lannister armor stood guard outside. They opened the door and we got in, I looked at the guards and narrowed my eyes threateningly at them. "Don't let anyone come in here."
After saying that, I grabbed Oliver's hand and dragged him into my room. As soon as the door closed behind us, I felt him escape my grasp. Turning around I saw his smirking face with a mischievous glint in its eyes.
"My, my, you are quite naughty my queen," he said, his hand gently touching the scalp of my face and drawing chills down my spine. He licked his lips as his hand slowly went downward. "But if we are gonna play this game, we will play it my way."
His hand moved fast and he grabbed me by the throat. I didn't even have a chance to scream as his grip around my throat became painfully tight. It felt like he would crush my windpipe if he squeezed any harder.
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[ Oliver POV ]
I almost crushed Cersei's throat by how hard I had grabbed her. Though it won't kill her, this will leave a bruise. But I wasn't playing her games. I will show her who was in charge here. And I will make her understand that she needed me more than I needed her.
Forcefully pushing her in bed, Cersei's eyes widened in shock and started rolling to the back of her head as she was about to pass out. That was my sign to release the tight grip I had on her throat.
She immediately took in deep breaths and started coughing, I mentioned it and made a sign for her to stay quiet. If it had been anyone else, she would have probably screamed by now. Hell, even if this situation had played when I was Arthur, she would have screamed.
What was different with me now that will stop her from screaming? It was my appearance, my current body was handsome as hell and had just the right Valyrian features to be seen as genuinely handsome and not girly.
Yeah, life became marginally easier if you were handsome. As Arthur, I had to try and be charming, and even then it might not work. But as Oliver, I barely had to do anything and women would be okay with it.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked, looking at me strangely. Though surprisingly there was no hate in her eyes. Oh? Seems like our Queen had a little bit of an adventurous stride.
I smiled at her. "C'mon now. You might have been used to Robert being drunk when he does it. But sex isn't just having a man flop like a fish and drool around."
Her gaze immediately turned into an aroused one as she looked at me like a cat in heat. The insult to her husband seemed to put her in the mood. "I will forgive you this time." she crawled on her bed and came towards me.
Her blonde hair dropping down like a waterfall, she bit her lip lustfully and looked me right in the eyes as she pulled down my pants. My shaft flobbed out. It was floppy at first but as Cersei's hand touched it and moved her hand up and down, it rose up and pointed straight at her face.
"W-"
Whatever words she was about to say died a sad, sad death. As I grabbed her hair, the only protest was another little 'huh' as I took her by her golden locks, and then, to her no doubt surprise, I pushed my shaft in her mouth.
I groaned when her lips connected with the root of my shaft, as she had been able to take the whole thing down her throat and I could see her wind canal that I had choked before was now extended to fit my cock.
I didn't even stop at the uncertain whimper she gave as I tried to push past her lips as my dick started getting harder and bigger inside her mouth. I feed her until she's left gagging, and only then do I relent. Pulling out of her lips, she coughed a couple of times and stared at my shaft.
"That was unexpected," she said, grabbing my shaft with her soft hands once more, and this time she fit it in her mouth with no problems. And her head bobs as she goes up and down on my cock.
Up... and down. Up and down. Up and down and up and down.
Fuck.
This might be the best blowjob I have ever had. I groaned the thought and the feel of Cersei's erratic tongue damn near driving me over the edge. Wait. Why was I holding back? It wasn't like I cared about her or how she felt.
I looked past the bobbing head of the Queen and saw her still clothed body. I wanted more, grabbing her hair once again forcefully, pulling her head in having all of my shaft hide in her mouth, her tongue still erratically moved to please me and as her reward, I squirted my seed in her mouth. Her cheeks puffed and she pulled away from my cock with a pop.
*cough* *cough*
She coughed on her hands and looked at me. "Do you have to be so rough?"
"You can stop this whenever you want," I smiled at Cersei, and turned her around. She gave me a yelp of surprise but still leaned her ass on my still hard shaft, grinding against it. Now that she had her sense of control back, I was going to break her again.
Grabbing the back of Cersei's head, I pushed her face on the bed, which left her
"What are you d-"
I shushed her, looming over her, and then grabbed the dress from her shoulders and ripped it apart. Revealing the sexy body hiding beneath all those clothes. I drank all of this in, even the angry and nervous look that takes her.
By now she seemed to have noticed that I wasn't someone she could control with her games or sex. No, instead, I will give her an experience that will leave her begging.
"How many fantasies did you have when you looked at me?" I said, ripping off her panties and rubbing her sex. She was already dripping so I lined my shaft and teased her by circling my tip around it.
"F -Fantasies?" She stuttered, trying to think clearly but having a very hard time doing so.
"Don't lie now." I got down on her back, whispering in her ear. "I saw the gazes you sent when we met in the garden."
"I -FHHH!!"
She didn't finish her words as my shaft filled her insides, and she gasped for air. "T -The servants might hear that."
I ignored her. Knowing that her guards wouldn't let anyone get close to here. There was too much talking and enough fucking here.
So I started pumping her. Not up and down this time, but in and out. In and out and in and out. I watched as her arse quaked with each of my thrusts. At one point, I spread her cheeks and just watched, watching how I stretched her to her limits, even if I, as with my wife, hit an impasse.
I quickly realized something amazing about Cersei, no matter that her spit still shone on my dick, or how wet she was. Tight. Too fucking tight.
Well, at least she was active during this and tried pushing her arse into my shaft, trying to have me go even deeper in her.
It felt so good, that I didn't even care if Arianne knew what was happening right now.
Tight, almost uncomfortably tight, her insides gripping me like a soft vice. Not even that soft, really. Fuck.
I hit my limits soon after. How couldn't I, with all this? I hope she remembered to drink some moon tea after this. Though having one of my children be royalty didn't sound so bad.
I grit my teeth as she milked the last of my release from me. But there was just another problem… I was still hard.
In this body, I was still in my teen years, so it was quite energetic.
I doubt Cersei expected me to continue, but it's not like I understood her incoherent moans and growls that now dominated the atmosphere if muffled by her sheets as she buried her head in them.
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Around half an hour later, looking down at the ruin I had made of Cersei. I started thinking of what excuse to tell my wife, Arianne. Well,
I was sure I could think of something… Eventually.
As I got up and put on my clothes, I opened the doors to the room. Outside, I saw something unexpected.
Arianne was there with a dozen of her personal female guards and they had subdued the men guarding Cersei's room. My wife now looked at me with an enraged look on her face.
Fuck.
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A/N: I ain't a smut writer.
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