GOT: Wolf Becomes Stag

Her pleasure peaked when the King parted the slit in her long gown, shoving one hand in and reaching for her heated core. Her small clothes stood no chance against his strong hands as he easily pushed them down.

Warm, burning beyond belief. Melisandre danced against his touch. One breast after another suckled and teethed, her sopping cunt invaded by one of his curved, thick, battle-tempered fingers.

"Ooooh!" She lost breath from her lungs and arched back in shock. Never before had she found herself this aroused.

Meanwhile, Robert's actions were mindless. His eyes remained shut during the whole exchange. His loins twitched in primal need of entering her warm cunt, but a deeper voice in his head battled to stop him.

His lips locked on her heavenly breasts refused to retreat. His finger in her depth fucked her, moving in and out on its own.

No! I don't want this!

The inner voice fought nonstop to take back control of the body and push the sexual desire to the back of his mind. Yet, Melisandre's naked flesh felt too addicting.

"Unmmmh… Hm…" Robert senselessly mumbled, his spit dripping down from her breasts by then.

The Red Priestess arched back intensely that instant and tightened herself around his finger. Her vocal gasps paced faster as his finger dipped even deeper.

"Ooooh… B-Blessed R'hllor! I-aaah thank you for this… gift!" Melisandre's eyes rolled up, mouth wide open. Her hips thrusted onto his finger and before she knew it, she climaxed with a furious release of her feminine essence.

"Ummmh… Th-this is right! T-Take me, Your Grace! Take me!"

Once she finished her climax, her hand reached for Robert's erection and tried to take his manhood out.

No! This mustn't happen!

Robert struggled inside. Why was this happening? Why was he not in control of himself? The confusion peaked in his mind.

"Claim me, Your Grace!"

"No!" Robert abruptly grunted. His lips locked on her pebble-like nipple eased back. But then his lips returned to her chest, kissing its way up towards her neck. "Noooo!"

My vision! Robert suddenly realized that his eyes were closed. It felt like a struggle to open them, but he forced himself. By then, he had reached her neck, and from the smallest of gaps in his eyelids, he noticed Melisandre's necklace, the gem on it was shining bright for some reason.

Woosh!

As if a wave of magic swept the room, Robert's eyes shot up wide.

Thud!

He stumbled back without warning and fell back on his table. In pure horror, confusion, and anger, he glared at Melisandre's semi-naked form. Her dripping cunt had sullied her legs, while her tits glistened with his spit. Her face flustered, eyes scared, told him enough.

"What did you do to me, Witch?!"

"N-Nothing…" Melisandre replied and covered herself. "I… I didn't do anything, Your Grace."

"Leave! Leave and never appear before me!" Robert bellowed, panting. He looked away from Melisandre and rushed to pour a glass of water for himself. "T-This… Is this how you took Stannis?!"

"It's not me, but the will of R'hllor, Your Grace."

"Just leave," Robert ordered, a little calmer now. "Speak of this to none!"

Soon enough, the sound of the door opening and closing reverberated.

Robert heaved a sigh of relief and drank another glass of water. His panting breaths slowly returned to normal, but the erection refused to calm down.

So much lust. He tried to make sense of what just happened. Why couldn't I stop myself? Did she do this? Or…

He didn't want to think about it but remembering Robert's sexual appetite and habits, he had to.

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"Kill them!"

"Traitors!"

"Hang them!"

"Behead them!"

"Traitors!"

"Traitors!"

As the next day arrived, a major crowd gathered in front of the stairs of the Sept of Baelor. Thousands upon thousands of King's Landing's smallfolk yelled curses at the prisoners to be executed. Perhaps it was pleasing to the crowd to see a woman of a Queen's stature being executed. To see who they called King until not long ago being executed.

The security was tight, and many famed knights and lords were present. The stone block was put in place, and the High Septon had arrived to offer his prayers. A little to the side, Robert stood, crown on his head. Beside him were Catelyn, Robb, Sansa, Tyrion, and Tywin Lannister.

As for the prisoners, they were soon escorted above the stairs, all of them chained at their wrists. Lancel, Cersei, and Jaime looked lifeless, while Joffrey was still full of life, now frightened like a cornered dog.

Thud!

Only three of them were made to kneel as Lancel remained on his feet. Defeated, beaten, and scared, he looked at the crowd and started to confess to his sins.

"I, Ser Lancel Lannister, son of Kevan Lannister." Lancel shivered and gulped. "I have sins to confess before gods and men. I-I betrayed the King and committed treason against the realm! I… I slept with Queen Cersei Lannister on many occasions and made love to her. A-At her command, I spiked the King's wine during his boar hunt that mortally wounded him… I helped Queen Cersei claim the throne for her son, Joffrey Waters! I helped Queen Cersei plot against Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, and have him named traitor!"

The silence grew heavier and heavier the more Lancel confessed. However, the greater sin was yet to be proclaimed.

With Lancel's confession done, he was made to kneel back. Jaime stood up next, battered, scared, enraged, and ashamed. He sneered at the smallfolk, watching him like an entertaining spectacle.

But Jaime had made a deal with Robert already. In sorrow, he glanced at the shocked faces of Cersei and Joffrey first and then glanced in the direction of the Red Keep. This was a choice he had already made.

"I, Jaime Lannister, Kingsguard," he declared with a proud puff of his chest, "have transgressed against the King, his blood, the Crown, the realm, and the Faith! I have sinned to hold dear that which I shared the womb with. I have loved my sister, Cersei Lannister, from my youth and still do to this day! Joffrey, Myrcella, and Tommen are not the children of King Robert, but of me and my sister!"

Murmurs rippled through the crowd as some jaws dropped in disbelief, while others merely nodded in grim confirmation. The whispers of King's Landing had long painted the princes and princess with the taint of bastardy, and now, with Jaime's revelation, those rumors had been laid bare. Now they knew who the father was, and it couldn't have been worse.

"Behead them!"

"Heathens!"

"Traitors!"

"Traitors!"

The smallfolk got riled up again and their chants grew lower.

Seeing that, the High Septon stepped forward. "They have sinned the Crown and the Faith, Your Grace. What is to be done with these traitors?"

As soon as the High Septon spoke those last words, Cersei and Joffrey's heads turned towards Robert and Sansa.

Robert glared at the mother and son. He chose his words carefully, and intently. He raised his hand at the smallfolk and silenced them. "Many here wish me to let these traitors join the Silent Sisters or the Night's Watch. Stripped of all titles and powers, they would serve the realm in permanent exile."

Cersei and Joffrey's hearts grew colder. Those words were the same as Joffrey's during Eddard Stark's execution. Only in this case, they knew where this would end.

"But they are soft fools!" Robert's gaze grew colder. "So long as I'm the King! Treason shall never go unpunished! Ser Barristan! Joffrey, Cersei, and Lancel—Bring me their heads!"

"Kill them!"

"Execution!"

The crowds roared in cheers and laughter.

Kingsguards stepped forward quickly, grabbed Joffrey first by his shoulders, and pushed him down onto the cutting block.

"Leave me! Let me go! No, Father! I'm sorry, please don't kill me! I won't hurt the kittens! I will be good!" Joffrey cried, wetting himself as a foul puddle of piss formed under his knees. Perhaps he soiled himself too.

Robert remembered the day he returned to King's Landing in that new body. Sansa's modesty was being played with in full court by the incest-born demon boy. There was no place for mercy.

"Save meeeee-ugh!"

Thud!

The executioner swung the blade. In one strike, Joffrey's head fell and tumbled over to Cersei's feet. Eyes still open, the dead face looking up at her.

And that did the job of waking her up.

"Aaaaaaaa!" Cersei screamed like a banshee. "My Joffrey! My son! M… Jamie! They killed our son!"

Jaime didn't even look at her and remained on his knees in the distance, looking downward.

Thud!

Lancel's head was also severed next. Somehow, this one also rolled over to Cersei's feet.

"No, no, no!" Cersei growled like a beast, baring her teeth towards Robert. "May you rot in hell, Robert! You whoring swine! You filthy pig! I curse you! I curse you as a mother! You will never sire children! You will—Aaaargh!"

Till the last moment, she spewed nothing but venom from her lips.

Thud!

But at last, her severed head fell to the hard, stone floor. Her golden blonde hair was a mess, draping her skull.

This is for Robert.

Seeing there was nobody left to kill, Robert looked behind at Tywin. The man showed no expressions, but his eyes were cold. However, Robert still noticed hope in there as the Old Lion was staring at Jaime.

Not so easy, Tywin. I'll take everything from you.

"The sinners are dead, but the seed of sin still festers!" Robert bellowed, his voice booming with royal authority. The crowd fell silent. "The fate of Myrcella Waters, Tommen Waters, and Jaime Lannister shall be…"

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