Chapitre 17: 16: Arise Rogar Arryn, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Part 4
(WARNING LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER)
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(The Kingswood Circle, The Kingswood, The Crownlands, The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, Westeros, GoT Universe)
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Sat with Jaime Lannister as they shared an Ale, observing the discussion between Ser's Arthur, Barristan, and Jonothor. Who, every so often looked our way.
Rogar watched as Jonothor nodded and Ser Arthur and Ser Barristan approached, drawing their swords.
"It's time boys, you've earned it. Kneel." Ser Barristan says and without hesitation, Rogar Kneels.
''Kneel, Rogar Arryn. In the name of the Warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father I charge you to be just. In the name of the Mother I charge you to defend the young and innocent. In the name of the Maid I charge you to protect all women.... Arise, Rogar Arryn, A knight of the Seven Kingdoms.'' Those words uttered by Ser Arthur were something Rogar had been waiting to gear his whole life.
But now, they were a reality. He was a Knight, and that could never be taken away from him, well The King could attaint him, but whichever King was fool enough to do that would taste his Pet Gyrfalcon's Talons.
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(POV Shift: Myranda Royce)
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The Eyrie was abuzz with activity, a Raven had come in the Night. Rogar was coming home. And they would be wed. Rogar had been Knighted for courage, bravery, and for skill after fighting against the Kingswood Brotherhood.
Word Spread fast that he'd talked down Wenda The White Fawn and Simon Toyne, convincing them to join him as a Landed Knight and Vassal Lord Respectively. Even convincing King Aerys to serve Royal Pardons in exchange for an apology and reparations.
Still Myranda couldn't hide the nervousness in her gut. Aside from one glance at Him as he entered Runestone, Myranda had never actually seen nor meet her betrothed. And the most they'd had in Conversations were Letters. Then there was the fact her last husband died having Sex with her on their Wedding Night. Granted he was old and his heart gave out before he was fully inside her, but the consequences of what would happen to her and House Royce if Rogar died during sex without impregnating her would be dire....
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(WARNING: LEMON COMMING)
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(POV Shift: Cersei Lannister)
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Was it lust? Hunger? Or desperation that had Drove Cersei to Rogar. She knew he would be gone in the morning and something Inside her drove her to his chambers
''Cersei?'' Rogar's voice held surprise.
With a resolute look in her eye, Cersei turned around and shrugged off her Cloak. Instinctually Rogar used the time to pull his pants down far enough so that he could grab his third leg and pull him out of his trousers. His Cock now aimed straight at the ceiling, Rogar felt his Sexual Beast take over as he began to stroke it. His movements were slow and his grip light. A far cry from the methods he used in his old life, this was not supposed to bring himself to climax and rather to calm himself down until he could finally sink himself into his companion.
Her dress on the ground and her undergarments nowhere to be seen, Cersei turns around and became awestruck. What she saw was the Falcon Knight sitting on the bed, lounging slightly backwards and moving his hand up and down on the most obscene, lust inducing …. *thing* Cersei ever saw. It had the colour of his flesh, except the head of it that came into view whenever his hand moved downward to reveal it. It was a fleshy shade of dark pink. The thing as a whole looked almost muscled, visible veins running along it. Water began to pool in Cersei's mouth without her noticing. She was only shook awake when a dollop of it dropped from her open mouth onto her exposed breast.
"W-Wha-What is that Rogar?", she sounded almost fearful, but revering at the same time. Rogar's cock throbbed from her reaction and she jumped at little in shock.
"You are beautiful Cersei. You have always been, but to see you so unobstructed, seeing you like only lovers do… I feel so close to you like this", he beckoned her closer, patting the position on the bed next to him.
She blushed, her feelings for him flaring up and merging with the new found sensation she felt whenever he looked at her and the rippling that went through her when she saw her lovers *Cock*.
When she sat down next to him, it still looked imposing to her, but up close it also radiated a calming warmth.
"You think I'm beautiful?", a saucy smile appeared on her face. Rogar takes her hand and reassuringly puts it on his cock, his own hand keeping hers there.
"It wouldn't be like this if I didn't think so. Go ahead, try to close your hand around it and feel it pulse for you."
"For me? My Knight pulses … for me?", she bit her lip and closed her eyes while her fingers quivered around his dick.
"I do my Sweet Cersei. We cannot be together like husband and wife, but as a man and a woman would. In your hand is my manhood, in private you can call it my cock. I guess when you two get more familiar, you can call him whatever feels right to you."
They both chuckled a little at that, relieving some of the tension in the room.
"Then I am delighted to make your acquaintance m'lord Cock", Cersei playfully bowed her head before his cock. She's already getting the right idea, Rogar thought smugly.
"Come closer. Get really close and give me kiss on the top", her face scrunched for a second and she had been about to ask another question, but her playful curiosity got the best of her.
She leaned over, her face next to Rogars bared cockhead. One last look into his eyes, before she closed hers and pressed her lips on the tip of his dick. She held her lips there for a couple of seconds, after which she opened them and let the tip into her mouth, transitioning from a chaste kiss into making out with his cockhead full on and startling Rogar for the first time.
The tables had turned and Cersei turned out to be a true natural. She even seemed to get off on it, her moans vibrating around his sensible tip. She was tonguing around the upper inches encased in her mouth and applying suction between breaths. Her eyes stayed closed the entire time, she had entered her own world and Rogar was only a means to an end here. That was not how he had envisioned his first action with her in the world of his dreams, almost in the blink of an eye, the Noble Lioness had reversed the power dynamic.
Unbeknownst to Rogar, Cersei had been practicing after watching Melara pleasure him years ago.
The arms Rogar had held behind himself and rested on, found their way forward. His left went to her head, flowing through her luscious blonde hair and caressing her cheek. Cersei's eyes opened and she smirked around his cock, her tongue lapped with doubled speed for the moment they made eye contact before she moaned again and entered her seemingly trance-like cocklust again.
Rogar's right hand meanwhile snaked her way around Cersei's naked waist, laid itself on her upper thigh and from there inches her way toward her smoldering core. Highly distracted from her mouths passionate embrace with his dick, Rogar found her pussy with his fingers and from their impact here alone, Cersei's eyes shot open and she mewled around him again. Her tongue didn't slow down and she now alternated how much of his cock was in her mouth, moving it out a little, only to then shove some more into her mouth. She was teaching herself to give a blowjob. And she seemed to be a good student, she was taking to it like a fish to water.
But no matter how much pleasure she was giving him, she seemed to also receive it, as his fingers found her dripping wet. Rogar lubricated his finger by lightly gliding inside her, then withdrew and put them on top of her pussy to play with her delicate nub. They started to egg each other on, the faster Rogar rubbed over Cersei's most sensitive spot the more of him she let into her mouth and towards the entry of her throat. Their joined ministrations increased their pace. The Knight knew he was about to reach his release and his lover seemed to do the same. Her breathing grew frantic and her nether lips started quivering. Rogar had no intention to prolong it further and, to Cersei's brief confusion, drew her head back with his left hand so far that only his cockhead remained in her mouth.
Her questioning eyes rolled back when his right hand started its crescendo on her cunt and when he erupted in her mouth, by pure primal instinct, her lips sucked themselves tightly around his cock and they reached a joined climax. His first in this new world and her first altogether. She diligently gulped down one shot of cum after the other and when they both fell back on the bed exhaustedly, her mouth remained stuck on him.
It took them minutes to regain their strength, but they could have spent hours in each others embrace. Cersei might have originally been his Foster Parents Daughter, but at this moment, Rogar felt an actual connection to her. There were some noble ladies in this world he wanted to teach a sexual lesson, but Cersei was so cute, she deserved to be happy. They disentangled, shared a chaste, but loving kiss and Rogar tossed his pants away.
"Better underneath a man with a gifted cock than underneath rubble on the battlefield," Rogar whispered as His hands grasped her breasts, and laying her on the bed, a the while working happily at fondling those tits as she moaned and squirmed beneath him.
"Such a charming man," Cersei teased. "Do you open up every night of sex by seeding a woman's throat before your conquest?" She rolled her eyes, legs straightening out so Rogar could get her legs spread wide open.
''Ahhhhh!" Cersei found a heavy obstacle in the form of his huge cock slamming into her abruptly, leaving her to shake and twist in panic as her eyes widened and she suddenly paid much, much closer attention to Rogar hanging over her with a smile broad across his face, eyes flickering with wicked excitement.
Rogar loved shutting a woman up with a very abrupt shove forward, of his cock burying itself right down into a tight pussy just waiting for his cock. He pushed his lips against her harder, grabbing her wrists and pinning them down to the bed as he laid atop her proudly, ready to take charge and to make something magical happen.
"Please do continue to be as sarcastic as you want. It will only encourage me to want to fuck you harder." With a possessive growl, he made his case with abrupt and vulgar vigor, knowing that the best way to make this work was to press on and subject her to his worst. There was nothing else that could have felt better than that.
Cersei bit her lips, tense and surprised by the sudden pressure and aggression that Rogar hit her with, startled by the sudden press of his hard cock pressing into her, making her shiver and whine as her eyes widened and Cersei found herself in way over her head. "I almost never let a man dominate me," she said, staring up with more ferocity than Rogar had ever seen a woman underneath him muster before. "Prove you're worth it." He was already on top of her, already in control and in the process of fucking her, and so he could have just pushed on with certainty he had the situation well in hand and that Cersei wasn't going anywhere, but Rogar was better than that.
He picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster. "Feels to me like you've never let a man fuck you in general. Fuck, you're tight." Cersei was a blessing, a beautiful virgin who liked it hard and who could give him what he sorely craved in The Eyrie growing up. He was able to enjoy himself here, able to get something he didn't find anywhere else, and he was without shame now in taking it and getting what he wanted most. Back and forth he heaved, brimming with power and unbridled ferocity as he made her his, as he showed her that nothing compared to this kind of pleasure and indulgence.
But that was precisely how Cersei liked it. She didn't hold back the moans rising up hotly from her lips as the pressure bore down upon her. "You're a better lay than most of the men could be around here, I'll give you that," she groaned, struggling against the way he pinned her wrists down to the bed only because she couldn't quite let him completely dominate her without a fight. That wouldn't be right for a lioness like her, but also wouldn't be fair to Rogar, as she pushed and squirmed for the sake of drawing harsher, more aggressive reactions from him, stubborn and hot and happily losing herself to the ferocity he showed. Like an unchained beast, Rogsr fucked her with a kind of recklessness that felt almost too good to be true, but she knew she wanted more of it, knew she was comfortably right where shew wanted to be.
"Just better?" Rogar asked, taunting her right back, making sure he came down even harder in these next few thrusts as he held her effortlessly down, keeping her wrists pinned to the bed as he so aggressively and harshly pounded into her. "I think you can be a bit more honest with yourself. It's okay; you don't have to tell anyone that you love my cock better than anything else and that you will never have had as good a fuck as me since. I mean, I can see it in your eyes, and telling people your holes are off limits to anything but my monster cock would be a good way to repel suitors, but..."
Cersei Arches her back, as her inner walls tighten around his cock. Cersei feels her love juices squirt out onto him.
Rogar can't contain himself and begins spending his seed just as he pulls out and most of it splatters across her belly and breasts.
Rogar falls onto his back as he finishes. Exhausted both from dicking Cersei and his long month long Campaign against the Kingswood Brotherhood, Rogar passes out.
Cersei slips out of bed and dressed. She plants a lingering kiss on Rogar's sweaty forehead before departing in silence.....
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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