GoT: A New God's Conquest

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- Cersei -

Allowing a rare, genuine smile to make its way onto her face, her precious newborn baby girl peacefully sleeping in the crib kept close to her bed, Cersei once again couldn't believe that she was even capable of walking so soon after giving birth—the group of light elves tasked with her delivery making the whole thing seem like nothing more than a walk through the gardens compared to her prior grueling experiences.

And thanks to that, Myrcella here was born as healthy as could be, her worries that the babe might end up facing the same fate as her firstborn going unfound.

Honestly, it was a godsend; this perfect daughter of hers was one of the few things keeping her sanity intact, long days acting as a trophy for visiting merchant lords or other important guests making her close to throwing a fit.

It was to be expected, though, Cersei thought. After all, which king wouldn't want to show off the radiant queen they'd stolen from another realm?

But what genuinely irked her was the indifference shown by her new lord husband, the man seemingly setting her aside for the many harlots constantly buzzing around.

She sighed, sliding onto her mattress after assuring her child's needs were met. In the end, she'd simply traded one whoremongering king for another… albeit one whose appearance far outmatched the former.

And despite her efforts, just thinking of the spiteful bastard caused a wave of heat that had her thighs reflexively rubbing together.

With her daughter taken care of, Cersei figured that she could finally take care of herself, parting her silk nightgown apart before tracing one of her impeccably manicured fingers along her damp folds.

Biting back a moan to not disturb the slumbering infant, all her accumulated stress washed away, thoughts of that magnificent brown cock fueling her fantasies, her hand speeding up as she felt herself nearing completion.

But it wasn't enough; it never was.

She'd have to find a way to make that handsome fucker take responsibility.

And soon, less she truly went mad.

- Lyanna -

Sipping a cup of tea, Lyanna narrowed her eyes at the elf who made it her job to be attached to her hip like an insufferable leech.

"Don't you have anything better to be doing?" she snapped, the little thing's gentle smile finally getting to her.

"My lady, your care and safety are my only duties," the elf easily replied.

"Tch, fine," she scoffed, returning to nursing her cup. It was obvious that the tiny maid was only there to keep an eye on her.

'Whatever, why should I care if that man wastes his servant's time on nonsense?' She thought, perking up as the entrance to their apartments swung open.

At this time, it could only be her son returning from his training, but as she prepared to greet the light and joy of her young life, her loving smile quickly turned into a frown.

"Jaehaerys, what happened?" Lyanna rushed over, fussing over the bruised and dirty form of her child.

"It's nothing, Mother; Master Lux decided to train me personally today," Jae said, pushing her nagging hands away with more strength than a boy his age should possess, a happy grin on his face despite his disheveled appearance.

"That hateful man! Don't worry, baby, I'll make sure to talk some sense into him," she growled, feeling her wolf's blood beginning to boil.

"Mother, please, don't. Master Lux is only making sure that I'm strong enough for when my time comes to lead," her adorable child pouted, making her realize just how insidious that bastard could be.

Tch, master this, master that. Her son was too young and naïve to realize that this was all just to get back at her for the barbed words that she hadn't bothered holding back.

"Alright, alright, don't worry, baby. Just go get yourself cleaned up, and we'll talk more over dinner," she relented, sending a glare at the elf as the little bitch dragged her son away for a bath.

Lyanna nibbled at her lower lip; she'd have to do something about this before her son ended up a cripple.

And knowing the king's temperament, she shivered at the thought. There was only one way she could think of that would keep her son safe.

After all, there was a clear difference in the way the king treated Rhaella's daughter.

Damn her loose lips; always managing to get herself in trouble one way or another. Only, this time she didn't have her brothers or father to get herself out of the mess she'd made.

- Cersei -

Walking through the palace's halls with her head held high, she didn't bother sparing the guards or maids a single glance as she made her way along.

Today had been another of the few times that her king had decided to show himself—likely too busy sleeping around to properly perform his duties. Yet, again, aside from being eyed up and down like a piece of meat during their breakfast, the bastard had done his best to leave her ignored.

Well, tonight would be different. She was tired of that fucker playing coy. She was going to get that particular itch she couldn't reach herself scratched no matter what.

And with that in mind, it wasn't long before reaching the final turn leading to the King's Chamber—not at all due to her pace, but because it was just another part of the magical nonsense that her life had turned into. Despite the palace's frankly absurd size, she always seemed to end up at her intended destination far faster than should be feasible.

Cersei smirked, seeing her path clear. And after making sure the beautiful dress resting on her seductive form was in order, she didn't hesitate to press forward, only for her to pause, her smirk turning to a frown as the last person she wanted to see rounded the corner.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Cersei glared at the Northern savage, the girl's ugly scowl ever-present.

"I could ask you the same," Lyanna replied, ignorant as always.

Cersei held her nose high; did this girl have any idea who she was speaking to? "And why wouldn't I be here? I'm the queen, after all."

"One of the queens," the little whore petulantly added, an undeserving, victorious grin on her plain face. "And the last time I checked, Lux hasn't bothered with you since gaining that useless title."

"Hmph, I don't see how that's any of your concern," Cersei growled, close to slapping some sense into the wench.

"Either get in here and put those vile mouths of yours to something useful or fuck off," the King's recognizable voice interrupted their verbal spat, the doors apparently less soundproof than she'd imagined.

Cersei gave the annoying girl a final dirty look; it was obvious that the king's reprimand was meant for the Northerner, and with a clear invitation, she put the bitch out of mind before pushing her way through the large door, pausing at the sight she saw.

There, in all his glory, her husband lay across the mattress that filled a majority of the room, completely naked aside from the red gem on a golden chain resting above his impeccably chiseled chest.

Damn, why did her captor-turned-rapist-turned-husband have to be so otherworldly attractive?

It was almost the perfect scene, Cersei thought. If not for the dreadful woman wrapped in his arms.

But Bellatrix wasn't someone she'd dare offend the same as that bitch Lyanna. Cersei knew the older woman was the king's favorite, and she'd heard rumors of her cruelty—things that made what that little demon elf put her through seem like child's play.

So, with no other choice, Cersei simply sent the target of her desires a flirty look that would have had any other man fawning at her feet.

"Ah, Cersei, Lyanna, what can I do for you on this fine evening?" Lux chuckled, giving her, and to her annoyance, the Northern cunt at her side a knowing smile.

"Of course, it's to perform my wifely duties," Cersei demurred, restraining herself from immediately ripping her clothes off and jumping between his muscled legs.

"You know why I'm here," Lyanna snorted, and Cersei didn't know where the bitch had gained such audacity.

"And I, of course, would never neglect my own responsibilities.' Lux told her, and it was only the fact he'd seen fit in ignoring the Stark girl that the blatant lie hadn't bothered her at all. "Now come, join us, my wife."

"As you command, dear husband," she smiled, the vitriol she felt for all the shit this fucker put her through leaking into her tone despite her efforts.

Fortunately, the bastard didn't seem to mind much, his grin only widening. And as she pulled the straps from her red dress, Cersei reveled in the lustful gaze he sent her way before stepping out of the pool of fabric at her feet.

"I imagine you've missed having my body to do with as you wished?" She licked her lips, standing at the foot of the mattress as her husband viewed her in her entirety.

"That's something I'd never deny," he agreed to her delight, and she knew his words were the truth as his eyes never left her swaying breasts while she took her sweet time crawling across the fine sheets.

Cersei had planned on continuing the strangely pleasant banter, further ingraining the fact that any man she felt deserved her attention should be counting their lucky stars, but somewhere along the line, she felt herself slipping, her mind solely occupied by the glorious manhood nearing her face with each movement.

Before she even knew what she was doing, Cersei found her lips meeting warm flesh, the heady masculine scent filling her nose as she took a deep breath. Fuck, she hadn't realized just how much she'd missed that smell.

"Master, I think we've lost her," the scary woman far too close for comfort commented with a laugh, waking her from the daze she'd been trapped in.

"Play nice, Bella; I'm sure Cersei is doing her best, and she's come here of her own volition," she heard her husband scold without any heat behind his words.

She didn't dare meet the woman's eyes, but for the teasing, she glared at her king, the sight probably not getting her point across quite the way she'd desired with her cheek pressed against his giant cock.

But seeing those striking eyes narrowing down at her, she gulped, reminded of her time in the dungeon.

Cersei wouldn't apologize with words. No, she wouldn't stoop to such levels. Instead, she opened her mouth to let that meaty head into her skilled mouth, circling her tongue around as she felt the thing growing with her ministrations.

"What a good girl," Lux demeaned, but before the anger at being treated like a child could grow, her lover ran a hand through her flowing locks, a jolt of pleasure running down her spine at the simple gesture. She figured she could forgive the man's overstep just this once.

And it wasn't at all because of the delectable rod of flesh now fully erect and throbbing between her lips.

"What? Are you just going to stand there and watch?" She heard Lux question, obviously targeted towards the slut who decided that her unwanted presence was needed for whatever reason.

Grr, was she really going to have to share after waiting for so long? Whatever, she'd simply let the fucker know her wrath if he failed to please his wife.

"You'll leave my son unharmed if I do this?" She heard the bitch grumble.

Ah, so this was all about keeping her little bastard safe, Cersei realized. Well, she wasn't going to be outdone; she'd use her far superior body to make sure that Myrcella would be her husband's priority.

"Surely, I have no idea what you mean by that. I'd never bring harm upon my squire. I'd appreciate not having my name dragged through the mud because you're too shy to admit your feelings, and if that's not the case, the door's right there for your convenience," Lux finally answered after a pause, and even as preoccupied with pleasuring her husband as she was, Cersei giggled around the mouthful of cock at the blatant pretext.

She truly hoped the bitch would take the hint, but as Cersei heard the ruffling of fabric behind her, the thought of competition only fueled her actions, willingly taking the thick shaft down her eager throat.

- Lyanna –

This man disgusted her; Rhaegar would have never forced her to debase herself in such a way.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. But it was all for her son, she kept telling herself.

Cringing at the already saliva-coated manhood—thanks to the golden bitch at her side—Lyanna pushed aside any pride she might have had left, her lips meeting the only part of the bastard not occupied by another.

The thought of using her mouth to please a man had never even entered her mind before this night, and she absolutely had never imagined that her virgin mouth would have ended up being defiled by this pair of menacing testicles.

But she had no other option; it was all for her son.

- Lux -

Even though he'd been expecting something like this to happen after all his scheming, it was still a pleasant surprise to have the two bitchiest of his collection recognizing their place—that place being on their hands and knees, worshipping his cock and balls.

But as he felt a pair of warm lips trailing up his abs, Lux figured he could give the eager blonde a little more for her diligent efforts.

Cersei stopped at his neck, probably not daring to try her luck any further, but deciding that she'd earned it, Lux tilted the beautiful woman's head up, claiming her mouth with his own for the first time, her eyes going wide at the unexpected show of affection.

"I, for one, am starting to doubt this girl's sincerity," Lux interrupted Cersei's needy kiss, the blonde looking at him in confusion at the vague words. "What do you say? Can you hold off on receiving your reward to show Lyanna how a real woman should tend to her man?"

At that, Cersei's face lit up in a manic sort of delight, and Lux was all for it. Cersei just wouldn't be Cersei if she wasn't also a raging cunt.

"I think that's a wonderful idea, Master," Bella commented from the side, enjoying the show as she toyed with her dripping slit.

"Noted," Lux deadpanned at the mental case, returning his attention to the blonde who was already taking charge.

"Enough of that, girl. It's clear you don't have the skills to please a man with that dirty mouth of yours," Cersei dragged Lyanna by a fistful of hair away from his sack, the Northern beauty hatefully glaring between the both of them.

Heh, maybe if the girl hadn't been such a bitch since her resurrection, he'd have made their first time together a gentle one. But that was only a tentative maybe. Ah, who was he kidding? He wouldn't have had it any other way.

"And with those meager lumps of fat you call tits, I believe there's only one position that'd suit you best," Cersei continued the degradation, shoving Lyanna face-first into a pillow, her little bubble butt wiggling in the air as she tried getting a blow in on her tormentor.

"Husband, I think it best if you just mount the girl like the bitch she is and get it over with." Cersei's vicious tone turned soft as she gave him a warm smile.

"A wonderful idea, my dear, but don't you think she should at least ask nicely for the opportunity?" Lux added, absentmindedly groping at Lyanna's perky ass.

"You heard him, bitch. Beg your king to fuck that whore cunt of yours," Cersei snapped, and Lux gave his twisted hype-woman an internal thumbs up.

"Don't you think you should be a little more grateful to the one keeping your child safe and happy?" He chided for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Finally dropping the act, eh?" Lyanna growled, making him give her a look that said, 'And? What can you even do about it?'

Lux didn't bother looking into what that pretty head of hers was thinking, but things finally seemed to get through to the little bitch, a single tear falling from the Stark grey eyes glaring back at him as she held back a sob.

"Please, my king, make me yours," Lyanna finally relented, Cersei's mad cackles that followed the display a little much in his opinion.

But as his Lannister wife impatiently guided his shaft into the Northern bitch's tight depth, he figured she was simply blowing off some steam, happy to be on the other side after so long.

- Later -

With a few hours and a couple dozen climaxes passing by, Cersei squealed one last time, his rock-hard cock buried to the hilt as her spasming core massaged his length.

Benevolently pumping the blonde's fertile womb with the baby batter that the uppity bitch loved so much, he chuckled as Cersei flopped into an unconscious mess next to her rival. She'd at least managed to outlast the inexperienced Northern flower.

Lux decided to leave the two to their sweet dreams on the other side of the bed, dragging his beloved slave into his arms and enjoying the warmth her wonderful curves brought.

"Have they pleased my master?" Bella purred, nuzzling against his neck.

"Mmn, as much as you'd expect from a pair of normal women who haven't carried a child of mine," Lux nodded, any further pillow talk interrupted by the vibrations coming from the thing around his neck that he'd completely forgotten about.

"Master, is that what I think it is?" Bella asked, rolling the red gem between her lithe fingers.

"If you're thinking it's the disembodied soul of a pesky Red Priestess… then yes," Lux raised a brow, making Bella giggle.

"Don't think you can keep anything from me," she teased, and Lux had to give his troublesome slave's plump booty a few firm slaps for that, the ruby pendant bursting into a red haze that formed into a familiar figure before he became further distracted by the voluptuous body in his arms.

"My god, my lord of light, oh, how wrong I was. Please, forgive this misled heathen," Melisandre's soul form frantically cried before he could even get a word in. "Please, my one true god, allow me to serve you with my everything."

Honestly, he hadn't expected to gain much from trapping Melisandre's soul. He'd just been bored, thinking he'd let the old bat stew in the prison he'd casually created for a few hundred years or so.

But young Melisandre was fucking hot, so that left quite the conundrum.

"Any opinions, Love?" Lux turned to his favorite psychopath.

"She seems to have realized her place, and I wouldn't want my master to lose out on gaining another gorgeous servant," Bella shrugged her beautiful shoulders, and he could only find himself agreeing with the suggestion.

"The position of head priestess has been vacant for a time… I guess you'll do," Lux decided, and after flexing his considerable magical and divine might, a new flesh-and-blood body formed around the floating soul, Melisandre's large tits flopping around as she fell the short distance onto the sheets. "Now, why don't you show me just how willing you are to serve?" he grinned, reaching for one of those tempting fun bags.

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