"Fill up my cup, boy." I can only sigh as I put more wine in Robert's cup.
Currently, we were hunting in the Kingswood. The air was thick with the scent of pine and summer heat, birds chirping above, though the laughter of knights often scared them away. Behind us trailed a dozen men. Ser Barristan in pristine white, Ser Boros with a bored expression, a few lords I barely recognized, and squires just like me.
"Boar!" someone shouted from deeper in the trees.
Robert roared in laughter, tossing his empty wine cup aside as he spurred his horse forward. "Did you hear that, lads? Time to find that damn thing."
"Your Grace" Ser Barristan called after him, frowning as his horse trailed close behind the king's.
I had no choice but to follow. We travel through the woods, the hooves of a dozen horses crushing grass and roots beneath them. Ahead of us, hounds barked furiously, darting through the brush as squires shouted and tried to keep pace.
Robert charged through like a warhorse, laughter booming with every leap and turn. "Come on, you lazy bastards! Don't let the damn thing get away!"
Eventually, the group came to a halt near a small clearing where the underbrush had been torn up and blood was on the floor, making a trail. The boar had passed through here.
"I'll finish it myself," he growled. "I don't need a dozen men to kill a pig." Said Robert as he got off his horse.
Ser Barristan dismounted as well, his voice low but firm. "Your Grace, at least let me go with you."
"Spare me, Ser Barristan," Robert said with a smirk. "I think I can handle a bloody boar."
I stayed back, watching through the thick foliage as Robert disappeared into the woods alone.
A few tense moments passed.
The men stiffened. Ser Barristan already had his sword half-drawn.
Then Robert returned, covered in sweat, his warhammer soaked in blood. Behind him, dragged by one tusk, was the carcass of a massive, dead boar nearly the size of a small horse.
"There's your pig!" he shouted, throwing the corpse into the clearing. "Now someone bring me wine!"
A cheer erupted among the knights. I stepped forward and filled his cup again.
-Tyrion 2-
As I looked around the Red Keep trying to find a certain bald, fat man.
The main body had created him before leaving to his duties, not before leaving him a different pair of clothes so people wouldn't recognize him.
He could use his skills [mind eyes] to gain information, unfortunately not finding anything useful.
I spent a couple of hours trying to find the eunuch.
I was about to give up when I turned a corner and spotted a plump man in a lavender robe.
He was leaning against a windowsill, speaking softly to a young page.
Name: Varys
Emotional State: Calm
Loyalty: To House Blackfyre
I walked forward, my steps deliberately slow. I didn't speak until the page had bowed and left, carrying a rolled message under his arm.
"Varys," I said quietly.
He turned without surprise, though his painted smile flickered for half a second.
I didn't say anything about one of my eyes changing color, my pupil changing symbol to a red symbol almost resembling a bird.
I command you to serve me, Tyrion Lannister. With that, I could see a red glow covering Varys eyes.
-later-
Now with Varys under my command, I could use his skills for my benefit. There is a conflict of interest, but thankfully he will lose his usefulness eventually when that problem arises.
For now the main body continued his duty. I just had to check what benefits we got from the squire class and the new skills we acquired due to it.
[Class: Squire-Level 2/100]
Perk Unlocked
[Menial Familiarity]
Description: Gain +10% effectiveness when performing subservient roles (pouring wine, carrying armor, fetching items). Increases passive perception while near high-ranking nobles.
Skill Unlocked
[Observe Like a Squire]
Description: Allows contextual appraisal of weapons, armor, and combat ability based on firsthand exposure.
Seems good enough. Well, I guess my purpose here is done, I thought as I dissipated.
-Tyrion-
I sighed to myself as I walked through the hallway.
Robert and his "friends" were going to a brothel, and he was sent away with the other squires.
Probably because Robert didn't want to pay for me.
When I opened the door to my room, I saw a naked Genna lying on my bed.
With a smile, I simply took my clothes off, not even bothering to close the door all the way maybe a stupid move, but I just turned the master whisperer into my fucking slave, so I wasn't worried.
-Cersei Lannister-
As I walked through the hallways of my new home, I smiled to myself. She was nervous at first, but now she felt like she would enjoy her years as the queen.
As she was walking to her room, she heard some noises coming from a certain room.
She recognized her room as being in the room of her younger brother. When she walked up to the door, she heard the noise much clearer as she heard moans and sounds of pleasure coming from a woman.
That reminds her of her twin, Jamie. And that woman sounded like her when her brother took her first time on Casterly Rock.
As she tried to forget about that memory, she tried to walk away, but for some reason she couldn't, as she noticed a small crack on the door, not being fully closed.
As she moved closer, deciding to just double-check if it even was her brother, she looked through the small crack.
She had to cover her mouth as she saw her younger brother mounting a very large, clearly older woman pounding her pussy with his fat large cock rubbing inside of her.
Did her little Brother have a larger cock than Jamie?
Not only that, but she noticed the person who her brother was fucking, it was her aunt Genna.
As she tried to walk away, she couldn't and she kept saying the both of them fucking like animals she saw them do this for a very long time until her brother who currently grabbing her aunt fat tits and putting her in mating press until he let out a growl as he came inside of her.
As her brother pulled out his fat cock that still look hard, she was shocked as a large amounts of semen came out of her aunt's pussy.
Fortunately for her, Tyrion notices her going up and opening the door, seeing her.
"Nice to you, older sister," her brother said as he grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her into the room.
Cersei barely had time to process Tyrion's presence before he grabbed her firmly by the shoulder and practically dragged her into his chambers, slamming the door shut behind them.
She stumbled, catching herself on the edge of his bed. Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned to face her brother, a mix of shock and apprehension written on her beautiful features.
"What are you doing, Tyrion?" She asked sharply, trying to sound commanding even as her voice wavered slightly. "You can't just grab me like that!"
"Can't I? I saw you spying on me earlier, dear sister. Peeking through that crack like a wanton little slut."
She gasped, her cheeks flushing crimson at being caught. "I...I wasn't! I merely heard noises and wanted to ensure everything was alright. It's my duty as queen to".
"To what?" Tyrion interrupted silkily, backing her up until she hit the bedpost. "To make sure your brother was taking care of our dear aunt? Or perhaps you simply wanted to see what a real man's cock looks like in action?"
Cersei swallowed hard, his nearness and the heat of his body making her head spin. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out, memories of his impressive manhood pounding into Genna flashing through her mind.
Tyrion reached out and traced a finger along the neckline of her gown, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "I saw how you were looking at me, Cersei. Like a bitch in heat. Don't bother denying it. Your cunt was practically dripping through your skirts."
"Tyrion!" Cersei gasped, slapping his hand away even as her body betrayed her by arching into his touch. "You're my brother!"
"Couldn't you?" Tyrion purred, leaning in until his lips brushed the shell of her ear. "Because I think, deep down, you want nothing more than to be mounted and bred like a common whore. I bet your tight little pussy would feel incredible squeezing my cock..."
She moaned involuntarily; she doesn't know what the hell is happening to her. His filthy words stoked something inside of her, making her ache for his touch despite the wrongness of it all.
He grinned triumphantly, sensing my weakening resistance. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her gasp of pleasure as his tongue plundered the cavern of her mouth.
He pushed her down onto the bed and climbed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the soft furs. His hands roamed her body with bold possessiveness, squeezing and caressing her curves through her gown.
"Tyrion, please..." Cersei whimpered between kisses, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
"You want it," Tyrion growled against her lips, rucking up her skirts. "I can feel how much you want it. Your cunt is soaking wet for me."
He punctuated his words by thrusting two fingers deep into her sopping sex, making Cersei cry out at the sudden intrusion. She was drenched, her juices coating his digits and dripping down onto the bed.
A part of her wanted to push him away; the image of Jamie appeared in her head, but that image quickly went away as her body instincts took over.
"Yes," she panted brokenly, hips bucking into his touch as shame and pleasure warred within her. "I do want it... I want you to fuck me so badly it hurts..."
He rolled her bodice down, freeing her ample breasts to his hungry gaze. Cupping the heavy globes in his large hands, he kneaded and teased her stiff nipples until they were pebbled and aching.
"Fuck, Cersei," he groaned, hissing in pleasure as she arched into his touch. "I've wanted you for so long...dreamed about all the depraved things I'd do to this sexy body..."
Cersei whimpered and spread her thighs in wanton invitation, too far gone to care about propriety anymore. "Then take me, Tyrion," she panted breathlessly. "Make me yours..."
With a possessive growl, Tyrion positioned himself at her entrance and thrust balls-deep into her tight cunt with one powerful stroke. Cersei screamed in ecstasy at the sudden intrusion, her wall stretching deliciously around his thick girth.
"Yes, Tyrion!" she keened as he began to pound into her hard and fast, the bed creaking beneath them with each forceful thrust. "Fuck me harder! Ruin me with your cock!"
Tyrion grinned savagely and obliged her, pistoning in and out of her sopping cunt with abandon. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove into her even deeper, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against her ass with every thrust.
The room filled with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping together and their mingled cries of rapture as Tyrion thoroughly fucked his sister into oblivion. She could do nothing but take it, completely at the mercy of his powerful cock as he used her for his pleasure.
She came hard around him, clenching down on his pistoning length like a vise. Tyrion grunted and snapped his hips forward one final time before burying himself to the hilt and erupting deep inside her spasming cunt with a guttural shout.
They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, Tyrion's softening cock still nestled inside her cum-filled pussy.
-Later-
She gasped as Genna's dripping cunt lowered onto her face, smothering her senses with the heady scent and taste of her arousal. Without hesitation, she leaned up and lapped at the older woman's swollen folds, moaning at the flavor that burst across her tongue.
"Ohhh, fuck yes, just like that!" Genna panted, grinding her pussy against Cersei's eager mouth. "Get that tongue nice and deep in my cunt!"
Tyrion watched them intently, his cock throbbing with renewed interest as he took in the erotic sight of his sister servicing their aunt so enthusiastically. "Very good, Cersei," he purred approvingly. "Now spread your legs for me. I want Genna to see what a greedy little cockwhore you are."
She whimpered in needy anticipation and did as commanded, parting her thighs to reveal her puffy, well-fucked sex glistening with their combined juices. Tyrion rolled onto his back, pulling her with him until she was straddling his face.
"Mmm, I can taste how badly you need my cock," he growled before diving in to eat her out with relish. She cried out, her hips undulating against his hungry mouth as she drove her tongue deeper into Genna's soaked cunt.
Tyrion gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he feasted on her dripping slit, his tongue delving in and out of her fluttering hole to lap up every drop of his own seed. He swirled around her sensitive clit, making her clench and buck with pleasure.
"Fuck, she's so tight!" She keened, struggling to focus on pleasuring Genna through the overwhelming sensations rocking her own body. "Her pussy is absolutely delicious!"
"I bet your cunt is even tastier," Genna panted, reaching down to pinch and tug at Cersei's stiff nipples. "I can't wait to get my tongue in there and lap up all that sweet cream."
Tyrion thrust his hips up hard, impaling her on his thick shaft once more. She screamed in ecstasy as he began to fuck her from below, his cock spearing into her G-spot with every powerful stroke.
"Ohh! Yes, Tyrion!" She babbled mindlessly, torn between the bliss of being stuffed full of her brother's cock and the throbbing need pulsing through her clit. "Fuck me! Breed me! I need it so badly!"
With a depraved moan, she came hard around Tyrion's pistoning cock, her release triggering his own climax. He spurted deep inside her with a guttural shout, pumping load after load of thick seed into her spasming cunt.
They collapsed together in a sweaty, satisfied tangle of limbs, Tyrion's softening member still nestled inside her cum-filled sex. Genna dismounted from her horse with a satisfied sigh.
- Tyrion Lannister -
As I wake up from last night, I smile to myself. I had only fucked my sister two times last night and in my past life only once before she killed herself.
Despite his hatred for his sister disappearing after his reincarnation, he could at least cherish the time he has with her in this life.
[Feat Achieved: Fuck Cersei Lannister (your sister you freak) +1000 credits, Breed Cersei Lannister +1000 credits, 2000 credits total]
Quest completed
[Fuck the lion queen]
Objective: make Cersei Lannister your woman (completed)
Optional objective: breed her and make her claim the child is actually her husband child (completed)
Reward: 500,000 credits, template randomizer x2, title: Queen breeder
Optional reward: [Lord of harem perk], [Ntr villain perk]
[Title: Queen breeder]
Description: Your fertility well fornicating with a "Queen" it's greater than any other woman making you incapable to not impregnate if you desire to do so.
[Lord of Harem]
Description: Lowers Jealousy between Harem Members
[Ntr villain]
Description: Women of other man secretly desire you if you ever try to take them regardless on how violently you do it they will eventually fall for you completely regardless of any emotional pain or physical, you put them through including people they care about.
[Randomizing...]
[Template chosen]
[Character Template Selected: Yujiro hanma.] Integrating the Character Template. Current Progress 0%.]
[Character Template Selected: Sabertooth.] Integrating the Character Template. Current Progress 0%.]
Immediately I could hear several notifications as my mind started gaining information as I learned about my new skills and abilities.
[Ogre's Physique]
Description: Your body begins adapting to monstrous density and flexibility. Muscles condense, bone structure reinforces, tendons strengthen beyond human limitations. +50% to Strength and Endurance.
[Killer Instinct]
Description: You can sense when an opponent is vulnerable, their weakest moment flashing in your perception.
[Aura of the Strong]
Description: Your mere presence inspires awe and fear in weaker men and desire in women, even without words.
[Regenerative Ferocity]
Description: Moderate wounds heal within minutes. Severe wounds begin recovery at 3x normal rate. Pain tolerance is monstrous.
[Predator's Senses]
Description: Smell, hearing, and night vision drastically enhanced. You can sense fear like a tangible scent.
[Bloodthirst]
Description: In combat, the more damage you take, the stronger and faster you become.
As claws started growing on my fingertips… thankfully I can control it since I can change it to turn my nails back to normal.
-later-
The Great Sept of Baelor was choked with incense and song. Gold and crimson banners draped the high arches, sunlight bleeding through the colored glass. Nobles packed the pews shoulder to shoulder, murmuring and craning their necks for a glimpse of the royal pair.
I stood with the other squires along the side wall, hands clasped behind my back.
The vows were spoken, rote and hollow to my ears. Cersei's red maiden's cloak was lifted from her shoulders, replaced with a heavy cloak of black and gold, the stag supplanting the lion. Robert grinned through it all, flushed red and already half-drunk, while my father's lips never once curved.
When the septon's final blessing sounded through the sept, cheers filled the chamber.
The feast after was livelier. Music and laughter sounded through the Red Keep's great hall, the smell of roasted boar and spiced wine thick in the air. Robert bellowed for more drink as though he hadn't already emptied two flagons.
That was my cue.
"Your Grace," I said smoothly, pouring a deep, overflowing cup. He snatched it from my hand with a grin and drained half in a single swallow.
"Ha! Now that's the way of it, boy!" he roared, slamming the cup down. "Keep it coming".
"As you command," I said, refilling before the cup had even cooled against the table.
He laughed again, not noticing how quick my hand was, how heavy the pours became with each round.
By the time the bedding songs began, the new king was already half-gone to his cups, and Cersei.