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Euron eases Cersei’s leg down from the chair and she allows him to. When she reaches for the pitcher of wine, he nudges her hand aside. “You’ve had enough.”
A flash of irritation fills Cersei. “Who are you to say when I’ve had enough? I know when I’ve had my fill.”
“Do you?” Euron murmurs, brushing his lips against the back of her neck and bringing a hand up to cradle her face. She freezes when his rough thumb grazes the tears on her left cheek. “Do you want a drink because you are thirsty, or because you can’t handle the feelings your body is going through?”
“You are arrogant.” Cersei clenches her jaw. There was some truth in what he was saying, but she’d be damned if she admitted to it. “It has been so long since my husband died. My body has just been in need.”
Euron scoffs and mouths along her ear and down her jaw. “You expect me to believe you haven’t been bedded since Robert died? Everyone knows that the Kingslayer is your lover.”
Cersei stills, but before she can come up with one of the lies she’d been using for years, Euron brushes his thumb down her cheek again and whispers in her ear. “It’s fine. I don’t care if you fuck your brother. Just so long as I’m your king-consort and father of your next child.”
A flutter moves in her belly and Cersei wonders if it were nerves or the babe actually moving around. Jaime was his or her father, not Euron. The real question though, was whether it would be Jaime or Euron that the babe would call ‘Father’. She hadn’t been lying to Jaime when she said that he would be who she announced as the father. But now things were different. He betrayed her for Ned Stark’s bastard and the silver-haired bitch.
And Euron was a king with a thousand ships. He was a valuable ally, arguably more valuable than Jaime was, with one hand and nothing to his name in the North. The silver-haired bitch might see no value in a one-handed man, deciding simply to execute him for the murder of her father. Yes, perhaps it would be wise to name Euron the father of her child, considering the real father might not live long enough to see the babe born. Euron offered the child stability. Jaime offered nothing but empty promises and betrayal.
“You will be.” Cersei tries to keep her tone unemotional, knowing that the words, should he ever hear of them, would destroy Jaime. Fine. He betrayed her, anyway. He was the traitor; not her. “You will be the father of our child.”
The arm holding her up tightens and Euron’s face presses against her neck. Cersei can feel the curve of his smile against her skin. She clears her throat. “I have things I would like to do this evening. Let’s finish up.”
Euron chuckles and he slides his hands down to the bottom of her slip, running the material through his fingers. “That’s not what you’re going to be thinking here, soon.”
Before she can reply, Euron slides the slip up her thighs, hips, belly, and breasts. The material brushes against her overly sensitive and heated flesh before he pulls it over her head, leaving her naked. Cersei’s eyes drift to the bed. It was time. Behind her, she can hear Euron pulling off his own clothes. She takes a deep breath and steps towards the bed, but before she can crawl onto the bed, a voice sounds from behind her.
“Wait.”
Cersei cocks an eyebrow before looking over her shoulder at him. “What precisely am I waiting for? I said I wanted to finish this up. Do you not wish to bed me tonight?” That thought fills her with irritation. She knew she was beautiful. Why would he not want to bed her?
“Of course, I wish to bed you.” Euron chuckles again, and Cersei hears more clothes hit the floor. “But I just had this feeling that you were going to climb onto the bed on your hands and knees. I want to face you.”
The truth was that Cersei had been planning to be on her hands and knees. When he’d been using his fingers on her, it had felt strangely intimate. She wanted to take away the threat of more intimacy, but she knew, as much as she didn’t want it, he was the one in control. If he wanted her flat on her back, so be it. “I’ll lay on my back, then.”
“No.” Confusion fills Cersei, but before she can voice her thoughts, she can feel a hard body slide up behind hers. “It’ll be me who lays on their back.”
The hard body lingers behind Cersei for just a few seconds, barely brushing against her skin, before it moves around her and to the bed. Euron’s body is surprisingly well fit, and tanned, as he stretches himself out against the crimson-colored blankets. The muscles in his back flex as he rolls over and lays on the soft material beneath him. His legs open, showing off his cock. Cersei can’t help but compare the man to Jaime. Jaime’s was longer, but Euron’s was thicker. It would stretch her more.
Another thing disconcerted her. Cersei had been on top before, of course, with Jaime. They’d done this in just about every position they could imagine. This position wasn’t Jaime’s favorite though. He didn’t like to relinquish control in the bedroom. Jaime liked to be the one doing the fucking. She couldn’t fuck him, obviously, but in this position, she could control the speed. She’d always liked it the most because she felt like how she imagined a man would feel when he’s on top. Jaime hadn’t liked that.
The thing that she thought was strange, was that Euron was willing to relinquish control to a woman he’d never bedded before. He already had more control than she did in this situation. He could leave the city whenever he felt like it. She had the Lannister army, what was left of it after the silver-haired bitch killed the rest on the road, and the Golden Company now. But Euron’s thousand ships and soldiers to go with them was extremely valuable. He might even be able to take down one of the dragons once Qyburn outfitted all the ships with the scorpion bolts.
If he had so much control over her, why was he willing to let some of it go?
“What are you thinking about?” Euron grins and pats his lap. “Climb on, Your Grace. I promise, you’ll enjoy it.”
Cersei resists an eyeroll and puts her knee on the bed. “I’m merely curious. Why do you want to be the one on the bottom?”
The grin disappears from Euron’s face, but his eyes still smile at her. Cersei wants to smack the grin from his eyes. If he notices the ire in her own eyes, he doesn’t voice it. “You’d be more comfortable on top. I get the feeling that you don’t get to control very much of your life, despite being queen.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Cersei breathes harder, her eyes narrowing. “I am the queen.”
“Yes, you are the queen.” Euron nods. “And yet things have never really been in your control, have they? You were never allowed to be whatever you wanted, but what your father wanted you to be. Tywin wanted you to be a queen, so he married you off to Robert. Once Robert was dead, your father wanted you to marry Loras Tyrell. You children were all murdered or killed themselves. You had no control over their fates. And now you have to marry a man that you don’t want to marry, but I will prove to you that it won’t be so bad as you think.”
There was truth in his statement, and Cersei hated it. She’d always wanted to be queen. First, she’d wanted to be Rhaegar’s wife, and then Robert’s. She didn’t care, just so long as she was queen. And yet she’d watched her oldest son die, followed by Joffrey. She didn’t watch Myrcella or Tommen die, but she still felt the pain of losing them. That couldn’t happen to her last babe. She had to protect her child, and that meant she must give him or her a father who would protect him or her as surely as she would.
That person was Euron, despite Cersei’s reluctance. Jaime abandoned the two of them. Euron would have to do.
Not replying, Cersei crawls onto the bed and slowly straddles his hips. If she was going to have to do this, then she was going to do it right. If she’d have to suffer through a potentially life-long marriage with him, at least until she could get rid of him, she might as well enjoy herself in the bed quarters. She lifts her hips over his cock and positions herself, ready to slam down on top of him. His hands on her hips stop her.
“Open your eyes.”
Realizing she’d closed her eyes while she’d been crawling, Cersei reluctantly opens her eyes. She didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want to create a connection between the two of them. But it was clear, that was not what he wanted. Finding his eyes with hers, she immediately thinks how much like Robert’s they are. His are perhaps a shade or two darker, but not much. How she had once wished for Robert to look at her the way Euron was looking at her now. Desire. Affection. That had never happened.
Euron’s thumbs rub circles against her hips. “Do you need oil? Or are you still wet from before?”
“I’m fine.”
Cersei grits her teeth as Euron holds her hips up above his own. She waits for him to slam inside and hump her to completion. But he doesn’t, instead choosing to stroke along her hips, waist, around her back and down to her buttocks. It was almost like he was… learning her body. That thought, once again, disconcerted her. She didn’t want him to learn her body. Jaime was the only one who truly knew her, inside and out.
The rough hands squeeze her hips again, starting to lower her. Cersei feels pressure for only a slight second or two before he pushes the head of his cock inside of her. She can’t force back a groan of pleasure as he stretches her farther than Jaime could. Closing her eyes, Cersei rocks her hips back and forth, helping Euron stretch her out as he slides further and further inside of her. Too soon and, at the same time, not soon enough does his balls brush against her ass as he fully sits himself inside of her.
Cersei breathes through her nose, trying to keep the moans of pleasure that want to escape her mouth back. She wouldn’t show him how much she was actually enjoying this. He could use her pleasure against her. She wouldn’t allow that to happen. Euron brushes his fingers up her belly to her breasts and nipples, squeezing them, but he doesn’t move his hips. She opens her eyes and looks down at him, glaring. “Why aren’t you moving?”
Euron chuckles again, though the noise is higher pitched than before. He was clearly as affected by this as her. “I told you that you’d be in control. If you want me, take what you want. Move.”
Rolling her eyes and muttering a few words under her breath, Cersei lifts herself off his cock and slides back down on it awkwardly, making the both of them groan. She does it again, fisting her hands against the blankets, refusing to touch him. Euron spreads his legs a little bit, taking her weight more fully so she doesn’t have to work so hard to slide up and down. The movement changes their positions slightly, helping Euron reach further inside of her, making her wish for him to reach that spot.
Cersei rolls her hips, arching her back, and tries to find that spot inside of her that he’d touched with his fingers. Surely his cock was longer than his fingers! What if she couldn’t reach it? Euron lets out a low chuckle and tightens his hands on her hips, thrusting up slowly, angling his own hips. How had he known what she wanted? The arrogance. Cersei thinks about changing the position of her hips again but she does truly want to feel that feeling again.
Growling, Euron thrusts up harder, his brow furrowed. His cock presses against that thing inside of her and Cersei arches her back, grinding down against his cock as hard as she can, feeling his balls flush against her buttocks again. Euron growls again and he grabs her hand, sliding his fingers between hers. She squeezes his hands, using his strength to rock herself up and down his cock faster. He brings their hands up above his head, bringing her down so that her chest is pressed against his and throwing her off balance slightly.
Euron stops thrusting when Cersei stops humping down against him. He pulls his hands from hers and instead wraps his arms around her back, pressing them completely against each other. “Look at me.”
Cersei’s lips tremble. She wasn’t used to this, but she looks him in the eye like he wishes. Euron stares back at her for a few seconds, keeping their bodies still, before he thrusts up inside of her slowly, but hard, before pulling back and doing it again, reaching deeper and deeper inside of her. She longs to shut her eyes, to avoid the intimacy of the moment, but she knows he wants to see her. To truly see her. A part of her wants him to get it over with and release inside of her. Another, admittedly larger, part of her never wanted the night to end.
They stare at each other as Euron’s thrusts reach a quick and rough pace, bringing them closer and closer to release. Every time he thrusts, he reaches that thing inside of her that he touched before with his fingers. It makes a sizzling feeling slide up her spine, and she wanted him to keep touching it. Bringing up a hand to rest against the back of her head, Euron arches an eyebrow slightly, asking a silent question.
Before she can really think about it, Cersei nods and allows herself to be pulled the rest of the way down. Euron’s lips brush against hers and she cries into his mouth as his thrusts become wilder, losing their rhythm. His lips cling to hers and his tongue slides in-between them, brushing against her own.
The arms around her back tighten almost painfully as the cock inside of her touches that spot again. Cersei’s back arches but it doesn’t get far because of Euron’s arms. A building feeling fills her, the same that Jaime had given her well over a hundred times over the years. This time though, it feels more intense, making her cry and scream and moan in ways that Jaime had never done for her.
Euron pulls back and slams inside one last time, sending the both of them over the edge. Cersei’s thighs jerk and tremble against Euron’s hips, a long scream ripping itself from her throat as he groans at the same time. She feels his warm come fill her and, for just a second, she hopes that it would make her belly grow large with his child. But that wouldn’t happen. Her belly would grow large with Jaime’s child.
Cersei presses her cheek against Euron’s sweaty chest, feeling and hearing his heart bouncing back and forth. She feels a strange urge to kiss him there. She doesn’t, but she feels it anyway. The arms around her don’t loosen. Before they came to the room together, she’d assumed that he would fuck her and leave right after. Of course, he would gloat about fucking the queen and then leave. But Euron didn’t seem too keen to leave her bed and, unexpectedly, she wasn’t feeling the desire for him to leave either. Strangely, she wanted him to hold her.
He does. Euron’s arms don’t loosen either. He holds her as tightly after sex as he did during it. His lips brush against her forehead. “Are you okay?” His voice is soft, and she can hear the genuine concern in it.
“Mm,” Cersei closes her eyes. “Yes, I am fine.”
“Go to sleep. I’ll stay until you’re safely in your dreams.”
“No.” Cersei winces when Euron’s softening cock slips free from between her legs. “You’ll stay until I wake up.”
Euron tenses up. “You trust me enough to let me stay the entire night?”
“I don’t trust anyone.” Cersei runs her fingers through the hair on Euron’s chest. “But I do trust that you want power. I can make you the king of Westeros. I can make our child the future king or queen of Westeros and the Iron Islands. He or she will rule both the sea and land through us. That is what I trust.”
Euron’s arms tighten so hard that Cersei fears her ribs might crack, but she doesn’t tell him to stop. No, Jaime would always be the father by blood of her child, but Euron would be the father in name. Her blonde-haired, green-eyed son or daughter would call Euron his or her “papa.” He or she would love Euron, and her. They would be parents.
A flutter fills Cersei’s belly and she hopes Euron can’t feel it. Soon enough, she would have Qyburn give Euron the “good news,” that he was the father.
Euron Greyjoy would be her king, her consort, and her lover. Euron Greyjoy would be the father of her last child.