Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Alerie Tyrell

Dawn was breaking across the dark sky, with the first slivers of the sun's light shimmered across the surface of Blackwater Bay, as seen through the window of Margaery Tyrell's bed chamber.

Even with said window open, the entire room reeked of sex, permeating every corner, and after a long night of passionate fucking with the Tyrell maid Robert was standing in his breeches, searching for his discarded tunic while Margaery put on her night robe before moving towards the table and pouring out two cups for them. He'd have to send some servants in to air the place out and quickly.

"I feel more tired now than I did before getting ready for bed," Margaery said with a sigh as she offered a cup towards Robert. It was apple juice. He wanted wine, but he always did, the way you always wanted things that were bad for you, and so he didn't grimace as he took a generous swallow to replenish himself.

"Serving the King is strenuous but pleasurable work, I must admit," Margaery commented.

"You are most certainly a byword for loyal and diligent service," Robert replied with a chuckle, before taking another drink. «I don't think I've been more loyally or diligently serviced in a while.»

Margaery rolled her eyes at the King's barely passable jape, taking a drink of her own, and sitting down on the bed before lying down to look at the ceiling.

"I think I've fallen in love with you," she told him in a small voice causing Robert to chuckle affectionately in response.

Well, he'd heard it before, of course, expressed with varying degrees of passion and admiration by countless females, and it was always gratifying to hear.

"I must be heading back now but I trust that we shall more of each other in the future," Robert said with a wink as placed the drained cup back on the table.

Margaery seemed to get revived and snapped back to attention upon hearing the words. She'd had every intention to lead him on from the start, but not quite so far, and she certainly hadn't intended to end the evening being ravished by the King. Somehow, she'd lost her composure and entered into the spirit of it like a tipsy widow, and that had hurt her bargaining position. It was now time for some improvisation.

«Grandmother is out trying to talk to your friend about the future of the realm,» she told Robert, who was less fond of Ned than he had once been.

She rolled over onto her stomach, his eyes drawn naturally to the curve of her back and her ample ass. A shame he didn't get a chance to appreciate it fully during their romp.

«My family wishes for me to become a Princess before becoming Queen one day. However, after last night I'd wager that you now know what a waste that would be," Margaery started her proposal.

"I'd say you've got a great many good years in you yet, and I think I have sufficiently convinced you of my worth. In comparison to the Queen. Give me a crown and we can enjoy countless nights of

Passion with each other and even others, if you would wish it so," Margaery finished with a sly smile.

Her words caused him to let out a gruff laugh before he supplied her with a devious smile.

"You are a skilled player, Margaery. Clearly, the Queen of Thorns has taught you well," Robert stated before informing her that he too knew the story of how Lady Olenna secured a match with Luthor Tyrell after being jilted by Prince Daeron.

"So, you don't mean to set aside your wife?" Margaery asked. «Because I cannot help but notice it's my bed, you're in, not hers. What good is she if she can't do this for you?»

Robert didn't answer the question, his and Cersei's sex life was one thing he didn't think she needed to hear about. "You might be your grandmother reborn, But I'm not your fumbling grandfather, a man so incompetent that he rode his horse off a cliff," Robert informed her, causing a frown to appear on her beautiful face.

Before Margaery could level the threats of a scandal and a future conflict with the Reach at him, Robert reminded her that his brother was married to Lady Florent and how the Tyrells came into possession of Highgarden by the grace and generosity of the dragons. He subtly pointed out that he could not just counter her threats but strike back just as effectively, possibly even displacing them from their title as Lord Paramount, if they became too much of a nuisance.

"You are far more cunning than either me or my grandmother had estimated," Margaery told him with a defeated sigh, frustrated at how quickly she'd lost the control of the situation she'd had that morning. The Maid of Highgarden realized that while the King enjoyed wine and women greatly, he was not the drunken fool that everyone perceived him to be.

Still, while he'd outmaneuvered her for now, he hadn't beaten her yet. She'd just have to find another way to get what she wanted.

"Well, father will be furious, I expect. He was so determined to have you or at the least your heir for a good-son. Fuck me again sometime?» she asked him, uncrossing her legs and re-crossing them in a sexually provocative manner, flashing herself as she did.

Robert found his breeches suddenly felt uncomfortably tight. He'd been planning to leave, but instead he crossed the room.

"Don't look so dejected, my dear," Robert said soothingly as he stroked her cheek. "I was not lying when I said that I always reward my loyal subjects. You will not be disappointed with what I have planned for you. How does 'Master of Coin' sound for a start?"

Margaery looked up at him, her expression suddenly hungry.

"Besides, trust me, this way is better for everyone, you don't need to be married to me for what we were doing, and you don't want to be saddled with that idiot brat as a husband either," he added. "Ask your mother, being married to a fool is no easy task. It was a shame that I met her long after her marriage with your father."

Robert's statement snapped Margaery out from her furious calculations about the future. Her future, and she began pondering upon the King's words concerning her mother.

"Wait… you didn't know, did you? Although I can see why your mother and grandmother kept this a secret," Robert said in reply when he saw the surprised expression upon her face.

"My mother… How… When…. Are you saying…?" Margaery stuttered, trying to wrap her mind around this latest revelation. She paused, looking up at him, counting in her head.

«When was this?» she asked, suddenly concerned about the truth of her origins and the potential impact that it could have upon her

Dalliance with the King.

Robert stroked her chin again, he'd done the same calculations, and they were off by a few months, fortunately for all concerned.

"I can tell you everything if you wish but are you sure that you wouldn't rather hear it from them?" the King offered kindly.

Margaery felt conflicted for a moment but then asked Robert to tell her. It was best to hear it from him before making inquiries with her family. She knew that both sides would never be completely honest but if she knew both versions of the story, she would be able to deduce the true story for herself.

"I can see that recounting the past can be a tiresome task, let me help soothe you as you narrate the tale," Margaery said while seductively batting her eyelashes at him.

Soon enough, her hands were pulling down his breeches and fishing out his manhood, which had already begun to reharden due to the tantalizing sight of her body and the skilled actions of her hands.

"Well,… It was after the rebellion when I was visiting… the Reach to secure my rule," Robert groaned as Margaery delicious mouth began to pleasure his member.

"I hope that enjoyed the feast tonight, your grace," Alerie Tyrell commented, hoping that their new King had been pleased by their hospitality enough to forgive House Tyrell's prior allegiance to the Dragons.

Robert's wide grin crossed his face when he looked the beautiful silver blonde in the eyes, causing her to flush in response. The

Foolish oaf's wife had offered to escort him to his guest chambers after noticing her husband passed out drunk in the great hall. The annoying bootlicker had dared to accept Robert's challenge for a drinking contest in a fool hardy attempt to curry favor with him.

"I have to admit that the Reach lords certainly know how to throw a celebration. It almost makes up for your poor sense in choosing sides during a war," Robert asked, trying to get a rise out of her.

"Well…. I'm sure that a wise and valiant warrior like you can understand my husband's choices. After all, nearly three centuries of loyalty is hard to forget," Lady Tyrell responded with a nervous smile.

"That's true and I understand the reasons behind your husband's actions… or to be more precise his inaction," Robert said tauntingly. "I don't begrudge House Tyrell their choices, since they inadvertently played a part in securing my crown."

"However, unlike the Mad King, I'm in complete possession of my faculties and it would be foolish of me to place my trust in a house which is capable of making such dubious choices," he added. "You could just as easily turn on me in the future, if it was in your best interest."

Alerie proceeded to mumble out an explanation for her husband's decisions, trying to convince Robert of their house's integrity along with covering up her good-mother's ambitions and her husband's foolishness. A doomed task in truth, as both Olenna and Mace's reputation preceded them across the realm.

Fortunately for her, the King was willing to grant House Tyrell a second chance to earn his favour. Or to be more accurate, for Alerie to do so on behalf of her house.

Robert's eyes traveled down the delicious body of Alerie Tyrell. Her beautiful silver blonde hair flipped down one side of her face and gave her an extremely seductive quality that could drive many men wide. Her form fitting dress helped to accentuate her generous bust,

Flat stomach along with a supple ass, and long legs. She was said to be the daughter of a sorcerer, maybe that explained her looks.

The Lady of Highgarden was flustered upon hearing the King's indecent proposal and her dilemma only increased when he informed her that Olenna had been the one to broker the arrangement.

'That old crone! How dare she sell her out like a common whore!' Alerie thought as anger coursed through her being. Though her outrage soon died out when she realized that no matter how despicable her good-mother's actions were, they were ultimately in the service of their family.

Olenna Tyrell was a shrewd and cunning woman and if she had consented to this arrangement then it was only because there was no better option available to them at the moment. Besides bedding the handsome and muscular 'Demon of the Trident' was not an unpleasant task in itself.

"So, how are you going to take me?" Alerie asked with a wicked grin crossing her face as she conveyed her consent to the King.

No sooner were the words uttered than she found herself within Robert's embrace.

He dipped her and her back pressed against the bed. He was on top of her, pinning her arms back. Then he leaned in and gave her a smouldering kiss

He released her lips and Alerie slumped back, absolutely blown away by what he did.

"Wet and ready," Robert said as his hands travelled under the folds of her dress, feeling her aroused state.

Robert hiked up her dress and revealed a pair of wet panties. His fingers ran down between her smouldering thighs, and pushed

Towards her, increasing the friction.

"I can see that there's no problem," Robert whispered with a wicked grin increasing on his face.

Alerie slowly spread her legs and breathed in heavily. She needed his fingers buried in her and in the worst way. His fingers brushed against her dripping and inviting slit when he played with her womanhood.

"God, oh god," Alerie begged him, she wanted his fingers inside her. "Patience," Robert told her.

Alerie groaned, she didn't want patience, she wanted action, she wanted his cock, and she wanted it now, in the worse way.

The Lady of Highgarden pulled herself up and her dress completely was pulled off, revealing her firm and supple breasts along with her soft skin.

His mouth attacked hers and she gave back as good as she got. He allowed her to sink down to her knees.

Her hands roamed down the clasp of his breeches and she slowly undid him. The more that she undid him, the fainter she felt. His throbbing manhood stuck out, threatening to hit her in the cheek. She caught it in her hand and smiled.

Robert groaned when her hand pumped him up and down. Her soft fist wrapped around him.

"If you enjoyed that, then you're going to enjoy this even more, my King."

Alerie's statement was given with a sultry smile and her mouth closed in around his cock as she pushed it into her mouth.

Robert felt Alerie's hot wet mouth wrap around his throbbing manhood. His hands looped around her hair and she looked up at him, with an adoring and simmering look dancing in her eyes. The woman slowly bobbed her way up and down, picking up the momentum that she wanted to.

His manhood drove even further into her wet mouth. Her throat closed around him.

"That's good, you're close enough," Alerie said and she pushed herself onto the bed, while spreading her legs, showing a great deal of flexibility.

"I like a woman that can bend," Robert told her and he placed his hands on her breasts, fondling her. "But how flexible are you?"

"Find out, Robert, just find out," Alerie whispered and her dripping wet slit hungered for the young King's engorged cock.

She needed that cock, she wanted that cock, she would have that cock.

Robert grabbed her by the hips and he stole another kiss from the blonde bombshell. Her lips wrapped around his and she bit him down hard on the mouth.

His manhood pushed deep between her legs and Alerie could feel herself stretched out against him.

"Tell me, Is Mace's prowess on the battlefield a reflection of his abilities in the bedroom?" Robert teasingly questioned when he felt Alerie's cunt tighten around him when he found his way inside her delicious pussy.

"My husband has his moments but he cannot compare with you," Alerie moaned in reply with her walls wrapping around his manhood.

His fingers touched every inch of her body. His thrusts grew slow towards her.

"Don't hold back, I can take anything you can give me," Alerie said, her thighs sticking together.

"You sure about that?" Robert asked.

He knew that she could but he wanted to rile her up. He wanted her to beg for it.

Her response fired back in a low and lustful purr. "YES!"

Robert smiled and he could get into her sensual desire. His manhood pushed deep between her thighs.

Alerie closed her eyes and felt his hands all over her body. He made sure to grab her by the hair and that caused her eyes to snap open.

"I want you to see the pleasure in your eyes," Robert whispered in her ear.

Alerie closed her dripping hot thighs around his cock and she affirmed to him. She melted underneath a smouldering kiss that he gave her. His tongue skilfully danced between her lips and caused her body to heat up.

He brought her to the peak of an orgasm and her hips bucked up together. The woman's eyes flickered with pleasure dancing through her eyes.

Robert stopped and pulled almost out of her. "ROBERT!" Alerie yelled and she felt herself deflate.

"Relax," Robert whispered and Alerie frowned, how could she relax when she just lost the one thing that gave her so much pleasure. "I want to explore this from a different angle."

Alerie bit down on her lip and suddenly she understood where he was going with this. He turned her over and his manhood aimed near her slipping lips.

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled back. "You belong to me, you know that."

"I know that," Alerie agreed, nodding, her pussy getting wetter. She couldn't go long without it.

His manhood pushed into her and Robert felt himself go into her super tight pussy. He admired her ass but that could be something that he could explore at a later time.

Alerie felt herself sink into a state of utter pleasure and dominating lust. His hands groped her breasts when he sank into her.

She could take it, oh god could she ever take it. His manhood slammed deep between her smouldering thighs and she pulled him in. He settled deep between her legs and he hammered away at her.

Alerie felt her lust heighten when his hands trailed all over her body. The blonde closed her eyes, biting down on her lip.

"Take me, oh take me," Alerie begged him, his manhood sinking deep between her hot thighs. His hands groped her breasts when he pounded into her.

"So tight, I love it," Robert said.

He shoved her down and pounded into her from behind. Firm arms wrapped around her waist gave him the leverage.

"You want to take this a little higher," Alerie whispered to him.

She turned around when Robert pulled onto her. She sank herself down onto his manhood, her legs wrapped around him. Her tight pussy wrapped around his tool and her lips sank onto his.

Alerie showed no fear and she could feel him slide in and out of her. Her arms wrapped around his head and she brought him between her breasts.

Robert closed his eyes and felt himself pressed between her ample breasts. The young King felt himself grow dependent on the taste that her delicious tits brought him.

«UHHHHH!!» She grunted, before the sound of sheets ripping as she yanked her head up along with her hands to tear holes in the expensive bedding. Spitting out the part in her mouth as she stood and turned to look at him.

«FUCK. ME.» she yelled out in a tone so dripping with desire that it was almost frightening.

Her eyes locked onto him with now lusty obsession as juices dripped down her inner thigh.

«NOW!!»

«I… Of course, my Lady!» Robert was even scared himself for a moment at her demand, as if guessing for the first time that he'd created a monster out of her.

Alerie's squeals increased with their bodies met together in the fiery dance of passion, with both of them continuing to rock back and forth.

The climax built up and Alerie marvelled at Robert's skill. He held back his arousal, which made her determined to coax every last drop of cum out of his balls and into her body.

Alerie's tight hips tightened around him, slamming herself onto him. She felt his balls tighten. The warning that he was going to cum didn't even faze her. She encouraged it and welcomed it. His balls slowly unloaded their load between her warm and waiting thighs.

She milked him every step of the way.

"God, you feel so good," Robert managed when he pulled himself back. He deposited his heavy load deep between her waiting thighs.

Alerie's back arched back and she panted when he emptied his load into her.

"Thank you, thank you, I love you," Alerie whispered to him and she slid away from him.

She eyed his cum that dripped to the ground.

"Looks like someone is going to need to clean up a mess later," Alerie said with a smile on her face and she turned around. Her ass swayed next to him. "I know you want this, my King."

The sight of her tantalizing ass got him hard in no time.

Robert went behind Alerie as her perfect ass cheeks beckoned for him. He squeezed them.

"Take me, you have one more hole left to play with," she encouraged him.

His throbbing manhood pushed into her ass and Alerie felt a rippling effect of pain. It was replaced seconds later with so much pleasure. So much pleasure her smouldering ass clenched his throbbing tool the best he could.

"God that's great," Alerie whispered.

Robert grunted, he couldn't believe how hot and tight her ass was. It felt good molesting his throbbing cock when he worked into her from behind.

His hands wrapped around her breasts and he sank himself deep into her. His manhood felt even pleasure when her ass caressed his member.

"Ram it into me, oh harder, harder!" Alerie yelled at the top of her lungs.

Robert decided to give the lady exactly what she wanted and ram it into her even harder. Her tight ass hugged his magnificent cock.

Alerie felt her ass being pummeled while he played with her pussy and breasts. That was a relief because it gave her the maximum amount of pleasure and that was what it was all about.

Alerie found herself driven utterly wild by Robert's next action. He switched back and forth between her pussy and her ass, never breaking his stride in one or the other. He always kept her guessing and always gave her pleasure, combining his experience with the incredible stamina that he possessed.

His strength and speed had served not just on the battlefield but in the bedroom as well. Whether it was smashing in the chest of that cursed dragon prince or pounding a beauty's holes, Robert's might had never failed him.

Robert felt that one hole was not more than enough, he had to switch back and forth. The loud moans Alerie gave out indicated the level of pleasure that she was experiencing. Their combined sticky juices made a mess and things were going to get even stickier when Robert's hands worked over her breasts.

He felt his balls tighten and they were about ready to send his cum deep between her thighs. Alerie parted her legs far and the rush was about ready to greet her.

His balls tightened and Alerie felt that moment that she would feel for the rest of her life. His manhood sank into her and his balls injected her ass with another load of cum.

The two lovers dropped to the bed, embracing with each other.

Alerie held her arms around Robert and his head rested over her bare and sweaty breasts. She gave him one of those smouldering smiles.

"So, did I prove House Tyrell's fealty to the crown?" Alerie whispered, running her hand down his chest, with a smile.

"You most certainly did. Mace Tyrell might be a buffoon but there is no doubt that fortune certainly favors him." Robert told her, before the duo shared a laugh.

End of Flashback

The tale of her mother and the King's climax seemed to reach their conclusions at the same time. Robert gestured for the Tyrell maid to prepare herself for his seed.

Obediently, Margaery just stared up and opened her mouth up with that tongue sticking out again.

Happily taking his load as the seed splashed down across her face and matted through her hair, something that didn't faze her at all.

Groaning as she collected cum in her mouth and tasted it but didn't close up until he'd stopped.

Which didn't happen until after he'd plastered her cheeks, lip, chin and even her tits generously coated. Only when he finally let go of her hair did she pull her tongue back in and gulped down the mouthful of spunk with a single, greedy swallow.

"You are certainly your mother's daughter in more ways than you realize," Robert commented and relayed a promise to come up with an arrangement that benefitted both of them greatly, eliciting a true smile from the lusty maiden.