CERSEI LANNISTER POV
"In the name of the warrior I charge you to be brave. In the name of the Father I charge you to be Just. In the name of the-"
She watched with mild incredulity as Lord Arryn said the vows and knighted the 9 year old boy.
Of course, the boy didn't look anything like an 9 year old. Her cousin Lancel was 13 years old and he didn't look half as impressive as Stephen Baratheon.
There was also the fact that Stephen led the reinforcement army which led to the defeat of the Ironborn. Something which no ordinary boy could've done.
Not to mention all those rumours about the boy having wielded a shining sword that he used to cut through the Ironborn like a scythe through wheat.
There were already a thousand rumours about the boy. Some more believable than the others.
Some men said that the boy was blessed by the Warrior. Others claimed that he was some Ancient Hero come again to save the world from a disaster.
She would have dismissed all these talks as small folk superstition, if not for the fact that every single on of her loyal Red Cloaks, who were present during the battle, sang the same song.
Of a young boy with a sword that shone as bright as the sun, leading an army to destroy the Ironborn.
It was almost like a fairy tale. Which was what made it so hard to believe in the first place.
There were also talks about his duel with Euron Greyjoy, which wasn't much of a duel if the first hand accounts were anything to go by. A duel that lasted for a brief moment, and the result of which led to the mass surrender of the remaining Ironborn.
How the Euron Greyjoy and his Ironborn managed to get inside the Red Keep in the first place was still a mystery. She would've interrogated Varys on it but the Spider had conveniently gone missing after the battle.
That was 3 days ago. 3 days since the Battle of Kings Landing. And everyone has been working frantically since then to restore the city.
Before anything else, they had to find a place to keep the thousands of Ironborn prisoners. Then they had to gather the corpses of allies and enemies so that they won't cause a disease to spread throughout the city.
Most of the corpses were burned together while the corpses of high borns were dealt with by the Silent Sisters, their bones being sent back to their families as was right and proper.
Almost all the Ironborn who hid in the city after the battle have been captured and executed. More than a few who escaped the city and ran off into the wild once they realised that the battle was lost, were run down by riders sent after them by Lord Arryn.
Aside from that, many of the houses and other buildings had been destroyed or burned by the Ironborn. Temporary shelters needed to be built for the displaced small folk. And the road blocks created by Lord Arryn also needed to be cleared off.
Suffice to say that the last 3 days had been hectic for everyone. A curfew had been enacted into the city, preventing any small folk from coming out of their homes while the army dealt with the aftermath of the battle.
Of course, most of the work was done by Lord Arryn as well as Stephen Baratheon and his levies who went down to the streets to help as soon as the battle ended. Some of her spies reported that Stephen himself went to the medical tents to bandage and help the injured levies.
There were rumours flying around that everyone that Stephen helped personally, survived his wounds. Though she wasn't sure if there was any truth to these rumours, or if they were merely nonsensical muttering of superstitious small folks.
Regardless, the situation was so bad that even she had to come out of the safety of the Maegor's Holdfast in order to help.
She, of course, would never allow herself to do such manual tasks as they were beneath her. And had contended herself with ordering around the Red Keep servants and the Red Cloaks to clean the Red Keep. And to find the hidden passageway that the Ironborn no doubt used to sneak into the castle.
She could not allow something like that to happen ever again.
So far, they have found 2 separate passageways underneath the castle that led to the city. She had already ordered her servants to seal those tunnels. And had promise 100 gold dragons to anyone who found more of these tunnels. So far, none had come to claim the gold and she was finally able to relax.
After 3 days of hard work though, the situation has calmed down, and life in the Red Keep was returning back to normal.
Kings Landing would still take many moons if not years to recover from the damages sustained in this battle.
The Mud Gate would need to be repaired. The sunken ships on the Bay would need to be removed. Houses and buildings who need to be rebuilt. And the Gold Cloaks would needed to be restored from the ground up due to just how many men them died in the siege.
But all that could come later.
For now, they needed to do something more important.
The give honour and just rewards to the people who fought to protect the city.
The Sellswords were either paid in gold or lands.
The small folk levies who distinguished themselves received Knighthood and were given lands or were adopted as part of a Household by the various Crownlander lords.
The Knights and Lords who had already sworn to serve the crown would need to be rewarded in a more discreet manner. Either through favours, trade deals, lands, gold, marriage offers, or in some other manner of their choosing.
In the end though, they needed to reward the commander of the army who came to them in their hour of need, and saved them from certain death, as loath as she was to admit it.
A 9 year old boy.
Once again, she shook her head at the thought. Wondering since when did the world stopped making sense.
Boys with glowing swords. It seemed so impossible to believe. What next? Mermaids from West, Dragons from the East and Grumpkins from the North?
Her spies informed her that there were already Septons and Septas around the city who were calling him the champion of the Seven. And asking the High Septon to declare him as such. On High Septon on his part, has remained silent though. And she was unsure how the other chapters of the Faith will react to the rumours about Stephen.
"Ser Stephen Baratheon." Lord Arryn spoke after the boy finished his knighting ceremony, the old lord's voice loud enough to silence the entire hall. "Despite your young age, you have shown excellent judgement in gathering your army as well as great bravery and valour when you used that army to defeat the Ironborn in the Battle of Kings Landing."
"You came to us in our time of dire need. Without your timely intervention, it is likely that the Red Keep would have fallen into the hands of the Ironborn barbarians."
Shocked exclamation rang out through the great hall as the lords and ladies who had been absent during the battle realised just how close the battle had been. And the fact that Lord Arryn was admitting this in front of all these people despite how bad it'll look for him, since he was the commander who was charged with defending Kings Landing.
"Your actions, during and after the battle have shown you to be a bo- a young man of sound judgement." Lord Arryn said. "Because of that and your act of saving Kings Landing, his grace, King Robert Baratheon, has allowed me to grant you a boon. Ask whatever it is that you desire. And if it is a reasonable request and within his Grace's ability to grant you, then it is yours."
Silence filled the hall as people realised that magnitude of what Robert Baratheon has just given the boy.
A boon from the King himself. That was no small matter.
For someone of Stephen's standing, he could basically ask for a marriage with the King's daughter… her daughter, and he'll be granted the betrothal without much fuss.
The problem with that was that the boy would then become even more eligible for the Iron Throne. And for someone who was already as well renowned as the boy was becoming… that could pose a danger to her son.
Or, the boy could ask for Storms End, which should've been his by all rights. And if the King decided to grant that request, then he'll gain a large power base held at the neck of Kings Landing.
With how good of a commander he'd already shown himself to be. And an army of tens of thousands under his command, he'll once again pose great danger to her son's eventual rule.
She side glanced at Joffrey who was looking at the proceedings with slight annoyance. Not understanding the importance of what was happening and annoyed at having to stand in one place for so long.
She sighed fondly at her darling son before she went back to studying Stephen once again. A boy who was about the same age as her son, yet so different.
No, as grateful as she was to the boy for saving the lives of her and her children, she couldn't let him become too influential and powerful. A King doesn't remain in his throne for long if he has vassals who're more powerful than him. She'll eventually have to find a way to decrease his power base.
For now though, she'll stand on the side and observe.
"Before I ask for the boon, I have a request to make Lord Arryn." Stephen spoke up, his voice loud and clear to everyone present in the great hall.
She could see how a boy with such a voice was able to command an army of thousands despite his age. Each word that came out of him seemed to be filled with a commanding aura. 'Willing' the lesser men around him to follow his command.
'Almost like my father.' She realised with mild trepidation.
Lord Arryn for his part merely raised his eyebrow at the boy's words. "Go ahead then. Tell me of this request of yours."
"I would like to request a reward for my men who fought in the Battle of Kings Landing with me."
The whispers rose once again at Stephen's audacious request.
Not because the request was out of the blue. But because the men who fought in that battle had already been rewarded. To ask Lord Arryn to reward them once again made the boy seem greedy and grasping. Damaging the good reputation that he'd built so far.
True to her thoughts, Lord Arryn frowned at that request. "Your men have already been rewarded for the battle Ser Stephen."
"They have, Lord Arryn. And I'm grateful for how generous you've been with them. But right I'm not talking about the men who distinguished themselves and gained Knighthood after the battle. I am talking about the men who gave their lives fighting the Ironborn."
"You want me to reward the men who died?" Lord Arryn asked, incredulous. And she found herself feeling the same.
Levies in general were never rewarded during or after the battle. It was their obligation to fight for their lords and die for them if need be.
If they survived the war and managed to get some loot from the enemy, then good for them. If they managed to distinguish themselves, then they might even get rewarded for their contribution. But if they died, then they were left behind to be forgotten. And that would be it.
"Forgive me my lord. For my words were not clear. I do not want you to reward the men who died in the battle. But compensate the families of the dead who now have to live without a father, a brother, a husband, or a son." Stephen said and she almost rolled her eyes at his ploy to appear sympathetic in front of the court.
Well played boy. Well played.
"These men came to answer my call when I summoned them. Followed me loyally into battle. And died fighting to protect the King's peace. Many of them were the sole breadwinners of their family. And with their deaths, their families would face great trouble in the times ahead." Stephen said. "Thus I humbly request a compensation of 10 gold dragons for the family of the deceased and a compensation of 4 gold dragons for any man who suffered a crippling injury during the battle."
Lord Arryn rubbed his chin and thought for a while before he spoke. "And how many men in your army died or got crippled during the battle?"
Stephen reached inside his pocket and took out a few parchment from within.
"Here is a list of the names of all the men who died in the battle. And all the ones who were crippled. 1,386 men died. While 603 suffered crippling injuries. The compensation thus comes to a total of ten and six thousand two hundred and two gold dragons."
"That is not a small amount of gold you're asking from the crown." Lord Arryn said.
"I know my lord. And if it is too much of a burden for the crown then I'll pay my men from my own coffers."
Silence fell into the crowd and her eyes narrowed at the boy's disrespectful words. Did the boy really think that the crown would not be able to pay off such a paltry sum?
'The boy is a fool.' She thought silently. A brave fool. But a fool regardless. Though annoyingly, she could also see how the sheep of Kings Landing would find him charming.
The boy almost reminded her of her brother. And while she loved Jaime with all her heart. She also she wasn't blind to his many shortcomings.
Lord Arryn was silent for a moment as he stared at the boy in silence. Seconds passed, and the great hall grew tense before the old man finally nodded. "Your request is granted."
"Thank you my lord." Stephen said with a light bow of his head as the men who'd fought in the battle with him started cheering, the sheep following behind them in cheering for the boy.
She held herself back from rolling her eyes again.
The boy was good at manipulating the crowd to think the best of him. She understood now, why so many men (some of which were her own) thought so highly of him.
It was annoying but just another one of those things that she'll have to deal with in order to decrease his influence in the court once he runs back to that barren island of his.
A few false rumours should be as good a start as any. As well as a few songs about the bravery of her son Joffrey during the Battle of Kings Landing. About how he stood at the walls with bravery and led his men to fight and defeat the Ironborn.
Sure, Joffrey didn't fight in the battle and wasn't even anywhere near it. But the Smallfolk didn't know that. And the sheep will believe the words of whoever bleats the loudest.
Maybe a few donations to the Sept of Baelor to spread some good words in the city about their Good Prince Joffrey?
After all, courtesy was the armour of a lady, and rumours, their weapon. It would be remiss of her if she didn't use her weapon to its best capability.
Plans started forming in her mind as the cheers in the great hall finally died down.
"You still haven't answered my former question." Lord Jon Arryn said. "What is the boon that you want?"
The boy looked thoughtful for a moment before he shrugged. "I don't have anything in mind right now. May I save it for later?"
Jon Arryn nodded.
"Very well. Now onto the next topic…"
She watched as the boy understood his silent dismissal and went back to stand among his men. Many of whom were giving him almost fanatic looks.
She could also see the greed in the eyes of many lords standing in the Great Hall. And the lust in the eyes of many ladies. If the rumours were to be believed then he had already received betrothal offers from over half the Crownlander lords. And the offers of a midnight romp from many of the married or unmarried ladies.
Hmm… maybe she should invite the boy for dinner. And get a good measure of him before he runs back to his barren island.
It would be good to have a proper measure of her enemy. And while the boy was not an enemy at the moment. He could easily become one in the future. She needed to know all she could about him.
Maybe send a few of her handmaids to seduce his men and gain more information on the boy?
For now though, she turned and whispered in the ears of one of her servants to invite the boy to a private dinner.
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"Your grace." Stephen Baratheon said with a nod, almost reminding her of his father Stannis in that instance.
Stannis never bowed to her either. The most he could bring himself to do was give her a curt nod of acknowledgement. Otherwise, he made it a point to ignore her.
But while she notice some similarities between the two of them. Like how Stephen didn't spare a second glance to the nice deep view of her cleavage that she'd presented to him in a deliberate effort to lower his guard. There were also many discrepancies between the father and son.
Where Stannis was ugly, Stephen was very handsome. Even more handsome than even Jaime at been at his age. In fact, she would go as far as to say that he looked as good as Prince Rhaegar, despite the differences in hair colour and general complexion.
Similarly, where Stannis was a hard man, Stephen almost seemed soft in comparison. Not weak by any means but... compassionate.
Not to mention that unlike Stannis, whose default facial expression was a light scowl, at least when he had to talk with her. Stephen had a soft smile on his face and look almost at ease in her presence.
She wondered how much of it was real and how much of it was a facade.
Considering that the boy was only 9 years old, he shouldn't be capable of maintaining a facade.
But a boy that young also had no business leading an army into battle, so she made it a point to not underestimate his abilities.
"Nephew." She said with a purr as she leaned on the table, giving him a better look at her cleavage. Even flashing a nipple in an effort to disorientate him. "There is no need for such formalities. I'm your aunt after all. We should be more… close with each other. Please sit. It is so nice to finally meet more of my family. I asked Stannis to bring you to court so that you can meet your cousin, Crown Prince Joffrey but your father has always been a stubborn man and rejected all my requests."
Her word dripped with honey and seduction as she gestured for him to take a seat by her side. But she noticed with mild annoyance he didn't seem to be even the least bit distracted by her seduction attempt.
She had even worn a rather revealing dress for this night. Not knowing what to expect from him. But she didn't expect such a casual disregard of her beauty.
If she was a lesser woman then she would've started to question her beauty. But as things stood, she wondered if it was because Stephen was still only a boy and his balls hadn't dropped yet.
But she was sure that even boys, that were as young as him, would give up all they had to get a single look at her naked body.
So why…
Was the boy like his uncle Renly, who was rumoured to be a sword swallower? If he was then she would definitely have to spread that rumour in an attempt to discredit him.
Hmm… maybe it was time that she sent a few of her spies into Dragonstone. To learn more about him and his home.
"Aunt Cersei." The boy said with an innocent, gullible smile as he moved forward and took her hand before laying a kiss on her knuckles.
She felt a shiver of pleasure go down her spine as his lips met her knuckles. A slight heat pooling into her loins at his touch. And a blush creeping onto her face as she gazed upon his handsome face.
He really was far too good looking for his own good.
She shuddered inwardly as she wondered if she actually felt something for this boy, for her body to have such a reaction to a simple touch from him.
No. That couldn't be possible. It was probably because Jaime had been gone for moons by now and she hadn't had a good fuck.
She was pent was. That was all there was to it. Though she wondered…
She shook her head and tried to focus on the boy who gave a cheerful smile as he sat beside her. Close. Too close.
She ignored the way her heart was beating a bit faster at this point and wrapped her arm over his shoulder. Making sure to rub her soft breasts against his body as she looked into his eyes and leaned into him.
"So, tell me about yourself Stephen." She asked softly as she put her other hand on his thigh. "You're my dear nephew. But I know so little about you."
"What do you want to know about me aunty?"
She rubbed her hand over his thigh and gave him a kind smile. "Oh, I want to know all about you. What are your favourite ways to pass time? What books do you like to read? What games you like to play?" Then she leaned into him, getting her cleavage close to his face and whispered suggestively. "If there is any girl you like in Dragonstone. Feel free to tell me everything. It'll be our little secret."
Stephen smiled at her question and she felt the heat growing in her core.
"My favourite ways to pass time… That would be sword practice or Horse Riding."
She almost rolled her eyes at that. The boy did remind her too much of a young Jaime. The only thing he liked as a boy was his sword, his horse, or spending with her. Or inside her in a few cases…
She rubbed her thighs as her quim grew slick with wetness at the thought of all the fun times they'd had in Casterly Rock. Back when things were simple.
"Is that so." She asked with a smile before she leaned in even closer, as if sharing a secret. "Don't tell anyone, but as a young girl, I also wanted to learn how to wield a sword and ride horses. There were times when I disguised myself as Jaime into order to get into the sparring yard. Me and him looked so similar back then that no one could tell the difference."
Stephen grinned at that and she grinned back in return before she paused.
Why had she shared all that with him? And why was she getting so hot.
She looked at the wine pitcher that she'd been drinking from and wondered if someone had mixed something in it.
Unlikely. But then why was she feeling so strange?
Any further thoughts were dismissed from her mind as Stephen rubbed his shoulder against her breast and she held back a throaty moan from escaping her lips at the deluge of sensation that spread through her nipple to the rest of her body. The sensation ending in her core as she leaked a slight bit of fluid from her pussy.
She sighed, her breath coming out hot as she licked her lips in confusion.
'Did I just cum right now?' She wondered before she looked at Stephen who seemed unaware of what he'd just done.
"That sounds amazing. Do you truly know how to wield a sword?" Stephen asked with boyish excitement and she chuckled.
"Of course not." She said "My father learned of it before long and I was banned from going back to the Training Yard ever again." She let out a sigh at that memory before she forced her attention back into the present. And to the reason why she asked Stephen to come here in the first place. "But enough about me. Tell me about yourself. What else do you like to do in Dragonstone?"
"Hmm… I also like to delve deep in the dark and unused section of the castle." Stephen said as he moved excitedly in his seat, unconsciously rubbing his shoulder against her breast once again and sending great shudders of pleasure down her body. "As a young boy I wanted to find any secret treasures left behind by the Targaryens. Or even a simple dragon egg that they'd forgotten about or lost."
"Oh… is that so?" She asked, slightly out of breath as she licked her dry lips. She drank some wine from a goblet to quench her dry throat and clear her mind before she asked. "And did you manage to find anything of value?"
"No." Stephen said, looking disappointed. "But what about you. I've heard that there are thousands upon thousands of tunnels inside Casterly Rock. Have you ever explored any of them?"
"Of course." She said proudly. "Let me tell you about that time when-"
They continued to talk late into the night. Both of them sharing stories with each other about inane things.
And despite herself, she could almost admit that she enjoyed the time she spent with her nephew.
The only problem was how horny she felt during the entire conversation. And the feeling of lust that she felt at the beginning continued to grow throughout their conversation until she finally couldn't take it anymore and asked something that she realised she might regret in the future but was in no condition to care for at the moment.
"So. You do not have any girl friends of your age back in Dragonstone?" She asked as she leaned into Stephen, enjoying how his arm was wrapped around her waist.
"No, aunty." Stephen said, his voice coming out a bit slurred from all the wine she'd forced onto him.
"Then have you ever played the kissing game?" She asked with a quiet giggle.
"The kissing game?" Stephen asked, looking confused.
"Yes. It requires one to kiss one of their friend. Usually a girl friend. I used to play it with my girl friends all the time in Casterly Rock. I wanted to be good at it so that I'll not be found lacking when I eventually married Prince Rhaegar. Of course, then he got married to that Dornish slut. And then…" She paused as she realised that she trailed off from the topic and giggled. "Of course. What I wanted to ask was. Do you want to play the kissing game?"
"With you?"
"Of course silly. Who else?"
"But, you're the Queen." Stephen said, looking hesitant as he slowly came out of his drunken haze.
No, that won't do at all.
She poured another glass of wine and forced him to drink it, a silent giggle bursting out of her at the act. "Not today. Today, we're just nephew and aunt. And we can do whatever we want. No one will know."
Stephen still looked a bit hesitant but the wine she'd forced down must have bolstered his courage because he gave a nod after some thought. "If that's you want aunt Cersei."
"It is." She said before she leaned down and kissed his lips.
His lips were the soft unlike that of Robert and Jaime. They were exactly how she thought Prince Rhaegar's lips would feel like.
He tasted of the Arbor Gold they'd been drinking until now. And as he kissed her back, she distantly realised that he must have been lying because he was the best kisser she'd ever had the pleasure of kissing.
But she was far too drunk to care at this point.
Before she even realised it, she was on his lap. His hardened cock pressing against her pussy through their clothes, giving her minor orgasms with the slightest of movements as they kissed passionately.
They separated when she ran out of breath. And as she felt his hard cock press against pussy, a thought entered her mind.
'If he was old enough to get hard. Then he should be old enough to fuck... right?'
A distant part of her rebelled at the thought of fucking someone else other than her Jaime. But she was too horny and drunk to care about that at the moment.
Besides, she was sure that Jaime will understand.
It was his fault she was in this situation after all. If he didn't want her fucking another man then he shouldn't have left her alone like this in the first place. It was all his fault in the end.
Her head was filled with a blurry haze as she got up from over his lap and gave him a mischievous smile. "Let's go to the bed. There's other things that your aunty must teach you."
Stephen let her pull him along but as soon as they reached the bed, he pulled back.
She stared at him in confusion but he glanced at the door and asked. "What about the guards?"
"I gave them prior orders to leave after you came." She said with a proud smirk. "We're all alone here. So don't worry. No one will know."
Stephen still looked skeptical but nodded. "If you say so."
Then before she could say or do anything, he picked her up in his strong arms and threw her over her soft and silky bed.
She giggled at that and then giggled some more as Stephen climbed the bed and hovered over her body.
"What? Are you going to do naughty things to your aunt?" She asked as she pushed her dress to the side and revealed one of her breasts to him.
Something dark settled into his eyes before he said something that she didn't catch.
Then for a moment, she felt as if the world had gone silent. As if the background noise faded away into nothing.
(AN: They're in Empty ID now. Though Cersei doesn't know it because Stephen used his Shaper power to make her drunk and incoherent.)
But before she could contemplate on what just happened, Stephen lowered his head and gently took her nipple into his lips.
She let out a throaty moan. Uncaring if anyone heard her in the entire castle.
Let them hear! If Robert, that fat drunk bastard could fuck anyone he wants then she should be allowed to do the same.
She was Lannister damn it! Hear me roar!
She moaned even louder, her moan turning into a pleasured scream as Stephen grabbed her other nipple with his fingers and gave it a twist.
She shuddered as she went through yet another orgasm before she glared at Stephen. "How are you so… so… so good at this? Even Jaime is not as good as you."
Stephen frowned at her words for some reason before he shrugged. "Because I'm me."
Then before she could ask any further questions, he lowered his trousers and she came face to face with a cock that was larger than any she'd ever seen.
Her mind stopped working for a moment at the sight of a cock that should belong to someone the size of the Mountain.
By the time she realised what was happening, Stephen was sitting over her breasts. His cock lined over her face and covering her entire vision while his large, hairless balls rested over her lips.
Her tongue darted forward to get a taste of his balls and then moaned at the sweet and chocolaty taste on his balls.
A moment later, she opened her mouth and took one of his balls into her mouth. Both of them moaned in pleasure. Her, at getting to taste something so exotic. And him at getting his balls licked and sucked by her.
She slathered Stephen's ball with her spit and tried to get as much of that sweet chocolaty taste as she could. Then she let go of his ball and repeated the same process with the other one. And then rinse and repeat until Stephen sudden got up from over her.
She groaned petulantly at the lack of such a tasty drink.
"Wha… Why did-" Her words were cut off abruptly as Stephen pulled her to the edge of the bed until her head was dangling off from the side.
"Heh!" She giggled at the sight of everything looking upside down. But then her vision was covered by Stephen as he walked in front of her. His hardened cock coming to slap her cheeks before it came to rest over her lips.
"It's sho big." She slurred, knowing well enough that she would gag if she took a cock as large as that into her throat. "I-I can't."
Stephen looked at her with a smile before he said. "Don't worry about it."
Her lips parted to say something but she was unable to get even a single word out as Stephen took that chance to move forward until his cock was within her mouth.
Her tongue pressed against his cock. And upon finding that it tasted just as good as his balls, she started to suck it as well.
Stephen didn't seemed to care about her at this point though as he titled her head so that her throat would line up with her mouth before he pushed forward.
She felt him slid deeper and deeper within her mouth until his entire cock rested within her throat. His large balls coming to rest over her face as he groaned in pleasure.
"Shit! You're really good at this."
She smiled at the compliment. As much as she could smile with a thick and meaty rod resting within her throat.
She had a feeling in the back of her mind that she should be uncomfortable with a cock as large as that within her throat. That she should be gagging right now. But she felt really good so she ignored that feeling and focused her best on sucking that dick.
Then Stephen took hold of her throat and pulled back until his thick rod was out of her throat and he gave her the chance to take a deep breath before he pushed in.
She lost count of how long they continued like that. Only that he got faster and faster, his thrusts getting harder and deeper within her throat.
Her mind grew hazy from the lack of breath and she lightly punched at his thighs in order to get him to back off so that she could breathe but he continued to fuck her throat until finally, he let out a triumphant shout and buried his cock deep inside her throat.
She felt his dick twitch within her mouth and throat as his balls churned and released a large deluge of seed within her stomach.
And as much as she wanted to know what his seed would taste like, the lack of breath finally got to her and she felt her vision go dark as she slipped into unconsciousness.