Jon Snow Takes Westeros(Or just its Women) Pt 3 by Storyup
Queen of the Realm, Bitch of the Wolf. , Time lines are a bit messed up in the Story. Cersei hasn’t given birth to any children yet. Robert is still alive. Southern Chronicles acts as if Northern Chronicles hasn’t happened and vice Versa. All described in the story are above 18 years of age.)
On a bright Summer Morning in King’s landing, Cersei Lannister gave birth to her firstborn son, prince Gerold Baratheon, the second of his name, son of King Robert. His hair was a dark raven black. And his eyes were green as his mother’s own.
She lay on her comfortable bed and nursed her child, lovingly holding him close as he fed from her breast. Her child had strong features and was cute as could be and she could not help but feel proud of birthing such a fine son for her lover.
And when she said Lover, it had nothing to do with the fat oaf of a king she was forced to call husband. Far from it. Robert Baratheon would never have been able to help bring such a beautiful child into creation such as this. No her lover was someone else.
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(9 months before….)
The nights at Winterfell were cold, even with the warm furs and heat from the fireplace in her room. Luckily Cersei was keeping warm with the help of someone else. Someone who wouldn’t be noticed as gone for long.
They were both naked and lay beneath the warm furs and expensive silk of her royal rooms in Winterfell. They were kissing passionately and deeply, her lover’s hands entangled in her long, golden blonde hair as they kissed each other possessively.
They finally parted for breath, looking at each other with eyes filled with lust. Wanting to pleasure her, her lover dove under the furs and got in between her legs, moving her thighs apart to see her wet womanhood, her cunt drenched with lustful juices that he began to slurp and lick to Cersei’s pleasure before his mouth sealed itself at her entrance and his tongue dove inside her cunt and began to slurp away at her juicy insides as she writhed in pleasure at the sensations that soon had her cumming hard, feeding her lover her sweet pussy juice as she came. He drank deeply, her tangy juices sweet to his taste. He came up from the covers, seeing his lover’s cheek flush with heat like a newlywed virgin at her first climax. She pulled him down to her lips again, tasting herself on his tongue as the pair kissed desperately.
By the end of their embrace, as she lay in her lover’s arms and sleep began to take her, she faced the facts. She was 34 and was not new to love. And she knew right now that she was in love.
In love with a bastard.
In love with Jon Snow.
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As soon as they had arrived at Winterfell, her eyes had met the young man’s own as the king was introduced to Lord Eddard’s family. Her eyes had been on him throughout the whole meeting and his own had gone down, not wanting to meet the inquisitive emerald eyed gaze of the Queen of the realm. Cersei had licked her lips wantonly when No one had noticed but him. The lioness, it seemed, had found her Prey.
As night came and they dined, she was blatant in her gaze at him, though no one seemed to notice for some reason. While all the men in Winterfell’s feasting hall were looking at the golden haired queen of the realm, no doubt imagining fucking such a beauty, her eyes and thoughts were still on the dark haired young man who sat quietly eating in a far corner of the hall.
She had excused herself to bed just as the young man had left the hall. It didn’t take long to corner him.
“Your grace..?” He had spoken nervously as Cersei just smiled.
“What is your name?” She had asked, a hand moving to brush his curly hair from his face. “Jon Snow, Your grace.” He said. “A bastard then.” She mused internally.
“Well Jon, You’ve been avoiding me the whole day, haven’t you? Not even looking at me when half of Winterfell can’t stop looking at my breasts. I don’t like being ignored, Jon, even out of respect. But i think i can make an exception….” Before he could reply, she had taken him by the hand and led him to her room.
The rest was History.
She spent the night in his arms. Loving arms. Arms that sought out her body and a voice that only cried out her name in adoration as she rode his manhood to climax after climax till the light of morning and he released his load of Seed within her. She had woken up to her breasts being gently and pleasurably caressed by warm hands and met his gaze before taking him again.
As they lay on the bed, sweating in exhilaration and pleasure, she had wanted to stay like that forever. She had connected with Jon on a level even Jaime had never reached with her. Her name had been said in love for the first time during sex unlike Jaime’s which was full of lust and nothing else. And the way he looked at her….there was true devotion unlike neither Robert or Jaime had ever given or failed to give for that matter.
Her decision was made. She wanted Jon Snow by her side, no matter what. And she wouldn’t let him refuse. Cersei Lannister was known to rule men with her cunt. And Jon would be no different. She would give him so much love and pleasure that he wouldn’t look twice in another direction to leave her nor want another younger woman. Just like the Targaryen women of old, her beauty never seemed to leave her as she grew older.
Age seemed nothing but a number to her.
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He had left a message in his room for him to find. He came on the second night when the whole castle was asleep once more.
He found her naked, her beautiful curvaceous body left bare for him to see. He saw her slim legs, her fit body and bountiful breasts, her hair loose and falling in Golden waves behind her back. She half covered her body with a thick wolf fur as she gazed back at him, her eyes appraising her lover. For after last night and then this one, he was certainly “Hers.”
A small smile played upon her full, red lips.
“Are you not coming to bed, My love?” She asked and without another word, his clothes were upon the floor and his body against hers as their lips met in a deep kiss. She could feel the heat of his cock against her thigh and smirked. Her wolf wanted his Lioness. Needed her badly.
“Mmmm, does my lord’s Cock Ache for his Lady’s cunt? Does he want to take his woman?” She asked Lustfully as Jon nodded and she smiled affectionately. She gave him a final kiss upon the lips. “Very well, My northern Wolf. But first let me taste you.” She said huskily.
He lay on the bed among the warm furs and watched as she leaned in and opened her mouth giving his hard member a stroke before she tenderly engulfed his cockhead with her full cocksucking red lips, withdrawing with a slow kiss. She pumped his slowly as her tongue darted out to flick and lick the underside of his cockhead, swallowing it again before working her tongue once more. Jon watched in absolute bliss, the white and pink of his big cock wrapped up in her luscious red southern lips, being sucked into her warm mouth, flush cheeks hollowed as the Queen of seven kingdoms pleasured her man. Cersei bobbed her golden head as she suckled and licked his cock, going deeper and deeper, as much as her mouth could allow. With each suck she stroked his member for his added pleasure.