He moved forward and slapped the fat meat rod down on her parted lips, the weight of it alone enough to stretch her mouth open. His tip smeared wetness across her cheek, marking her with his need before forcing her lips wide to take him in.
Myrcella didn't lift a single finger. Her arms stayed spread, palms flat against the sheets, her whole body still and offered, as if saying, 'Use me, my King.' Her mouth opened on instinct, obedient and aching, her throat humming with desire before the first inch even entered. Her mouth opened wider, lips trembling as his crown forced its way between them.
"Uuugh… warm… as always, Myrcella," Robert groaned, his cockhead pushing past her lips, her mouth molding tight around him. She had a dainty mouth, never meant for a cock this thick, but that was what made it so goddamn perfect.
He felt her tongue roll around his crown, tasting the thick salt of his precum. When it flicked up to probe the slit at the tip, he groaned as the silky pressure sent jolts up his spine. It was sinfully good. The way her tongue curled under the underside of his cock, the way her mouth hugged him; hot, wet, pulsing—had his hips bucking already.
He started to thrust, slow but heavy. Feeding her half of his cock in deep strokes that left her jaw trembling. His balls started to swing with the rhythm, light smacks on her forehead at first, but growing bolder, heavier. The lewd wet sounds of her spit building with each pass of his cock into her face.
The mess started fast. Strings of spit and precum coated her chin, dripping down her cheeks and eyes, her lips glossed in filth. Every pull dragged a thick suck from her mouth, and every push punched another inch down her tight throat.
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
Her lips stretched tight around his girth, cheeks hollowing on the draw, the deep suck of her throat vibrating around him in waves.
Myrcella gripped the sheets harder, knuckles white as she relaxed her jaw and let him sink deeper, to pleasure her King just the way she liked. She was obsessed with seeing his face darken with carnal pleasure, his grunts of dominance thrilled her to no end. Her breasts bounced with every thrust of his cock down her throat, fair flesh jiggling from the brutal rhythm, her legs kicking softly in restless bliss, caught between choking and drowning on his cock and loving every second of it.
Robert looked down and saw it; his cock outlined through the narrow column of her slender neck. It moved when he thrust. A thick bulge slid in and out, just beneath her skin, like her throat was made to showcase his filth.
That sight broke something in him. His thrusts turned savage, erratic, louder. His balls swung up and slapped her flushed cheeks, the scent of sweat and sex rising with every motion, until she was soaked in it, dripping and ruined.
Her face turned into a beautiful mess. Lips stretched red, eyes squeezed shut, spit bubbling at the corners, and his sac now slapping high enough to strike her eyelids, forcing her into darkness.
Ghk! Ghk!… Squelch!
The sounds became insane; wet, sucking, sloppy. Every thrust was loud, her throat gagging softly but never pulling away, the obscene noise of a girl being face-fucked into filth by her king.
Robert wanted more. He took more. He slammed forward with all his strength and buried every inch of his cock down her throat. It didn't seem possible; but there it was, all of it inside, her chin pressed flush to his pelvis, no resistance left.
Using that moment, keeping her breathless, choked up, he leaned fully forward, his hard chest landed flat on her lower belly, and his face between her legs. He didn't wait, just dove into her cunt, tongue dragging through her folds with greedy, long, wide licks.
Her pussy was soaked, lips parted in a glistening mess that practically begged for his mouth. He lapped at her slit like a starving beast, tongue stroking from clit to hole and back again, his groans buzzing into her cunt as she trembled.
Robert shifted his stance, hips pulling back just enough to let Myrcella gasp in ragged breath. Then, without pause, he fucked her throat with his full length; in and out, over and over while his tongue stayed buried in her flushed folds. Her pussy, soaked and flushed pink, tasted like heat and roses, the petals crushed beneath her mixing with the syrupy honey of her arousal on his tongue.
Gluck! Gluck!
The mess had become unreal. Frothy white spit and precum globed around the base of his cock like scum on stormy seawater, thick and foaming. Her entire face was painted in it, streaked and smeared by his heavy balls that swung up and slapped her nose, matting the golden roots of her Lannister girl with sweat and slime.
"Feast… on… it… Myrcella!" Robert growled into her pussy, his tongue still dragging obscene circles around her clit. His voice was hoarse, thick with urgency—the kind of growl that came just before a man unleashed everything he'd been holding in for days.
"Mmmmmmmh!" came her muffled moan. Not from her throat but through it, as the full force of his swollen manhood claimed her windpipe, pounding her mouth into a fuckhole, used and stretched.
With one final thrust, Robert slammed in balls-deep, burying every inch of his cock down her throat, and then he erupted. The first spurt was molten and thick, a jet of hot, clotted cream that had festered inside him for too many days. It reeked of musk and need, ripe and intense, thick enough to be tasted in the air.
She gagged slightly as the heavy load clogged her throat, and the wet contraction of it made Robert groan.
He pulled halfway out, allowing her to breathe, and pumped the rest directly into her mouth. Her cheeks ballooned with the force of it, his cum flooding her so thoroughly it puffed her face like she was storing his nuts in liquid form.
He kept thrusting; slower, gentler, deliberate—watching as thick globs of that cream slid from her lips and across her cheeks.
Her eyes stayed closed, glued shut by the mess that now crowned her like a lewd coronation.
"Unnnngh… Seven fucking Hells, I needed this…" Robert roared, panting like a beast finally let loose, as he yanked his cock from her mouth with a wet pop and stepped back to admire the aftermath.
Myrcella looked utterly wrecked. Her lashes clumped together with seed, her face gleaming in white streaks, some dripping down her forehead, others smeared across her cheeks. Her lips were swollen and red, her mouth still trembling from the battering.
Guilt flickered in Robert's chest, just for a second. It vanished the moment he saw the bliss on her filthy face. She loved it. She craved it. The mess, the domination, the raw abandonment, it lit her up like nothing else ever could.
True to form, Myrcella sat up slowly, her eyes still glued shut with his cum, cheeks bulging with the remains of his climax. Her body quivered with satisfaction, her lips curling into a depraved smile.
"Mmm…"
Gulp!
It was loud—sinful. Robert watched her throat work as she swallowed, again and again, until it all slid down. Then she stuck her tongue out and slowly traced it around her lips, licking the leftover slime with reverent hunger.
"Mmmmh… So… so… creamy… and thick… Your Grace… Mmm… I longed for this."
Robert exhaled hard and nodded. Wordless, still trembling with the ghost of his climax, he reached for his tunic and passed it to her.
Myrcella used it to clean her face, slow and patient, until her lashes peeled open and her glimmering eyes looked up at him through strands of cum-matted hair.
She rose from the bed, unhurried, graceful even in ruin, and walked to the wine jug nearby. She poured a goblet full and took a long drink, swishing it through her mouth, and rinsing her throat with practiced precision. Then, eyes locked on him—she poured more of the red wine straight over her face, letting it trickle down, washing away the stickiness, and tinting her hair with a rosy hue.
Fully cleaned, her skin glistening and flushed, Myrcella climbed back onto the bed. This time, she lay flat, her head on the pillow, knees pulled up, and legs spread wide. Her cunt, soaked and puffy, throbbed with invitation. A glossy pink bloom, hungry and slick, practically trembling.
"Feed this one too… Your Grace."
"Gods, I'd be a fool not to."
With no shame, having done that countless times before, Robert climbed back on the bed. He crawled over her, his cock already stirring again—thick and still coated in the aftermath of their depravity. His arms slid beneath her thighs and folded her in half, pushing her knees toward her chest, her ankles lifted beside her ears. Her body bent for him perfectly, ass tilted up, pussy pointed straight at the thick, iron-hard, flesh rod that had just fucked her throat.
His cockhead kissed her slit, and it was like her cunt opened for him on its own. He sank in slowly, dragging a groan from both of them, her walls fluttering as they tried and failed to resist the girth pressing through.
"Oooooooh! Big… so… big… mmmmh!" Myrcella squirmed underneath her hulking breeder. "D-Don't… hold back… Your Grace…"
Myrcella raised her head just enough to glance down and saw Robert's massive spear disappear inch by inch into her swollen slit. The sheer size of him made her pussy stretch to accommodate the girth, her pussy lips drawn thin around him. The feeling was unbearable in the most addictive way. Her inner walls clenched instinctively, trying to resist, to hold, to savor that brutal fullness as he rearranged her tender insides.
Every motion of his hips pulled her pussy lips outward, taut and flushed, and she felt the slick drag of her cunt milking him involuntarily. The squeeze of her channel was greedy and wet, spasming around his shaft like her body was trying to drink him in.
A thrill shot through her spine as she clamped down harder, desperate to impress him with how tight she could stay, how much pleasure she could squeeze out of him.
He hadn't even started to truly fuck her, and already her body betrayed her again. As soon as he buried half his cock inside her, the aching stretch sent her over the edge.
"Ooohhh~!" she moaned through parted lips, her voice delicate and cracking, her cheeks burning hot with helpless blush.
She climaxed under the pressure of it, spasming around him with helpless little cries, soaking him in a hot, runny gush that leaked out around the base of his shaft. Her eyes were watery, lashes fluttering from the overload. Her entire body pulsed with need and surrender, still trembling even as she tried to hold herself together.
Robert looked massive above her, his presence swallowing her whole. Her toned legs, once graceful, now dangled helplessly on either side of his thick arms. He shifted again, folding her tighter, bending her knees until they neared her head, the arch of her back tightening, lifting her ass higher, and forcing her thighs closer to her torso. Her body folded like a doll under his strength, and she let it happen; aching for more.
He smiled down at her, felt her orgasm run its course, and then started to move. His cock, already soaked with her slick, slid deeper with rhythmic precision, feeding her inch after inch of his fat, pulsing length.
He finally bottomed out. His cock sank balls-deep, stretching her until his thickness pressed right against her deepest point.
He looked down at her flushed, scrunched-up face, her legs raised high and folded near her head. Not quite fully bent, not twisted unnaturally, but held in that perfect, trembling tension she adored. Her spine arched, her thighs pressed firm against his chest, and her body framed around his cock like it was sculpted just for it. It was the sweet spot of pressure, deep and stretching, exactly how she liked it—and if he was honest, exactly how he liked it too.
"Mmmm… So close… another… I'm coming…!" Her cries were barely coherent now, wrung from deep within her belly.
Robert started to fuck her then, truly fuck her. His hips slammed with a punishing rhythm, his throbbing hardness driving in and out with wet, audible thrusts.
The slap of flesh echoed around them as her hands scrambled for something to hold on to, her cries rising into needy, half-broken moans.
Amid the onslaught, she locked eyes with him, her voice weak, her breath stolen.
"Ah-am… mmmmh… am I… better than… mother?" she asked, green eyes wide and pleading, her face flushed but hungry for his truth.
Robert froze mid-thrust. His body tensed like stone, and he stared down at her, hair tangled, sweat slicking their skin. Her question hung there like a blade between them.
Then with a growl, rumbling in his chest, he drove forward with a savage thrust that made her body jolt. It was a wordless, furious answer. Her entire form buckled under the impact, her back arching from the sheer force.
He let go of her folded legs but didn't relent. His thighs planted wide to keep her legs raised up and vulnerable, and he lowered his massive chest down over her. Her breasts flattened beneath the immense weight of him, her breath caught in her throat, and she looked like a girl swallowed whole. Only her legs remained visible, stretched high and helpless.
His arms dug under, wrapped around her head, a caging embrace that pinned her to the bedding. He didn't kiss her—not yet. His cock stayed lodged inside, grinding deeper, the head pressing against her cervix with deliberate, primal force.
"Cersei… that incestuous whore… was everything she shouldn't have been. And you… are everything you should be. There is… no… comparison, lass! This tight cunt of yours… is… molded to my size. Tightest squeeze and gods! Warm!"
He slammed down again with that last word, his teeth gritting, and her insides shifted as if he'd knocked something loose. The pressure inside her exploded.
"Oooooooh! Yessss—!" she cried, shuddering in sudden, violent euphoria. Her pussy gushed once more, clamping, climaxing around him with relentless spasms. The wet squelch of her orgasm coated them both as his pistoning cock dragged out every last drop out of her.
With her tight, fluttering cunt clamping around him, milking and squeezing for dear life, Robert felt the roaring edge threatening to consume him. That heat… that grip… it dragged him straight to the brink.
He dipped down and kissed her thin lips first, warm, plush, tasting faintly of wine and lust—then her flushed cheeks, then her brow, still damp and scented from the wine she had rinsed herself with.
Then he cradled her head in his arms and hugged her face into the side of his neck, burying his own lips beside her ear, pinching her earlobe between his lips.
Squelch! Squelch—Slap-slap! The wet, violent rhythm of their bodies colliding echoed like obscene music across the chamber, each thrust punching loud, filthy noises from the deepest parts of her dripping cunt.
Their flesh clapped with fury, her ass bouncing off his massive thighs, the sheets dark with sweat and nectar.
Robert's thrusts shortened, halved. He stayed buried inside, rocking with tight, grinding movements that churned her walls around his cock. The bed groaned, its headboard hammering the wall in dull thuds, the canopy swaying wildly above them like it might rip loose from the rafters.
"Ungh—Aghh!" She groaned as his behemoth frame drowned her in pleasure and under his weight.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The room was an orgy of sounds. His deep grunts, her ragged moans, the soaked percussion of cock and cunt, the rapid, relentless slap of his pelvis against her raw, slapped-red under thighs.
And then it hit. As her fourth climax ripped through her like a white-hot scream, Robert growled and rammed in hard, as deep as her body would take, balls clenching tight.
"Ghaaaah!"
With a primal snarl, he erupted inside her. Thick, steaming ropes of seed blasted her innermost walls. It poured out of him like it had been brewing for weeks; vicious, potent, obscene, pump after pump. Her pussy couldn't keep up, and that sticky torrent spilled around his cock, dribbling down her curving ass, pooling between her thighs, and even spurting out with each twitch of his shaft.
Myrcella's eyes flew open in shock and pleasure, jaw slack, gasping as her belly filled, stretched from the sheer pressure of his batter.
"Don't ever…" Robert growled into her ear, voice biting through the afterglow. "Compare yourself to Cersei."
He finally exhaled, breath shuddering. Then he rolled them over together, never pulling out, tugging Myrcella on top of him. His blunt beastly cock remained inside, still half-hard and twitching in her messy, creamy cunt. She collapsed forward, laying warm and breathless on his chest.
But not for long.
With his seed leaking from her, hips still twitching, Myrcella slowly sat up. She started to gently rock her hips, her soaked insides gripping him with greedy need all over again.
Her dainty hands rested on his chest, and she looked down at him with a dreamy, flushed smile.
"I won't… I… I just… thought she had more to give than me…" Her voice came in soft, broken moans.
Robert reached up, cupped her face, hard—and squished her cheeks together, her lips curling into a pout. He pulled her down and claimed her lips in a searing kiss, tasting wine, lust, and obsession all at once. He ate her mouth and tongue like a wild beast.
"That whore gave me nothing but grief. You…" He panted against her lips, "Give me nothing but delight."
"Oooooh~"
That single word came like a plea, her body shivering. That praise, that raw, masculine claim, sent her reeling again.
That was the song of the night. Robert and Myrcella, again and again, all night long. Both took out their pent-up need on each other. Both held nothing back.
While Robert had nothing to complain about.
But somewhere, deep inside, Myrcella's womb spoke to her. But her mouth, she kept it shut. Scared of losing what she had.
"Mmmmmh… Yes… harder… Your Grace!"
She sang, and he grunted.
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