"Ugh, ah..." Caesars enjoyed Catelyn, 'Lady Stoneheart,' being stroked while watching recent events unfold on the continent of Westeros.
Catelyn wore a long, plain grey dress, her reddish-brown hair cascading over her shoulders, appearing particularly vibrant against her milky-white skin. Her fingers were exceptionally long and slender as she knelt before Caesars, diligently stroking him, occasionally glancing up at his face.
A pair of mature woman's blue eyes looked at him submissively, giving Caesars a particularly pleasurable feeling.
No one knew how Elia's greyscale had been cured, or why Catelyn had been tamed by the villain before her.
When Catelyn awoke, she discovered astonishing changes in her body. Her stretch marks and frostbite had vanished, her skin had become whiter, but it lacked color, appearing somewhat pale, and her heart had stopped beating! Even more terrifying, however, was that, facing the man who had defiled her virginity, she felt an inexplicable submission within her heart. Now, the former Catelyn Tully, or Catelyn Stark, has vanished, and 'Lady Stoneheart' Catelyn has officially become one of the consorts of 'Lord of the Stone Dragon' Caesars Thanatos.
Meanwhile, in distant King's Landing, Catelyn's former husband, Lord of Winterfell, Hand of the King Eddard Stark, sat leaning on a cane on a stone chair in the back garden, one hand resting on the railing, his eyes half-closed in deep thought.
"You are in pain," a magnetic, seductive female voice came from before Eddard.
It was Queen Cersei Lannister. Her typical Lannister golden curls shimmered in the twilight sunlight, her emerald eyes gleamed with a deep light, and her slender figure was clad in a pale red noble gown, cinched at the waist with an exquisite belt. The white skin exposed at the neckline shone brightly, complementing a delicate and luxurious gold necklace, exuding a natural air of nobility and allure.
Eddard, leaning on his cane, stood up. "This isn't the worst, my lady."
A gust of evening wind blew, ruffling a few strands of Cersei's golden hair, adding to her stunning beauty, but also revealing a bruise near her eye—a "medal" given to her by the king.
Cersei looked at Eddard, a half-smile on her face, and said, "Perhaps it's time to go home. The South doesn't seem suitable for you?"
Eddard didn't reply, stating directly, "I know the truth about Jon Arryn's death."
Although Cersei, who had been threatened before, appeared calm and composed, she secretly resented Caesar's escape, and Eddard was not someone that could be easily dismissed like a country lord.
"Is that so, Lord Stark?" Cersei said. "Is this why you called me here, to play riddles with me?"
"Did he treat you like this before?" Eddard gestured to the bruise on Cersei's face.
"Jaime will kill him," Cersei said softly, turning her face away. "My brother is a thousand times better than your friend."
"Your brother…" Eddard scoffed, "or your lover?"
Cersei's lips curled into a smile as she stared at Eddard. They gazed at each other for a long time before Cersei finally spoke: "For three hundred years, the Targaryen family has practiced incestuous marriage to ensure the purity of their bloodline…"
"Jaime and I are not just siblings; we share the same womb, we came into this world together, we belong to each other."
Eddard looked at this shameless woman, barely suppressing his anger. "My son saw you with him…" Eddard didn't finish, looking down at Cersei.
"Do you love your children?"
"With all my heart."
"You don't love my children as much as I do…"
"They are Jaime's children too," Eddard said dismissively.
"The Seven," Cersei said, "occasionally, when he's a little away from his whores, he can stumble into my room after drinking, and I have other ways to satisfy him. When he wakes up in the morning, he remembers nothing."
"You've always hated him," Eddard said.
"Hate him? How could I?" Cersei said. "I idolize him."
"Every girl in the Seven Kingdoms dreams of him, but he ultimately swore to be mine. When I saw him at our wedding in the Great Sept of Baelor, he was so strong, so capable, with his black beard. It was the happiest moment of my life." Cersei said with a smile, as if reminiscing.
Eddard listened quietly without speaking.
"On our wedding night, he reeked of alcohol and pinned me down, trying his best… but he was powerless…" Cersei's smile gradually faded, "yet he called Lyanna's name in my ear."
Eddard's previously contemptuous expression softened somewhat; he knew his old friend's character all too well.
Cersei gritted her teeth and said to Eddard, "Your sister is dead, and I am still alive, but he loved her more than he loved me."
Eddard swallowed hard and said slowly, "When the king returns from the hunt, I will tell him the truth. Then you must leave, take your children. I don't want my hands stained with your blood. Go far away, the farther the better, and take as many people as you can, because even if you escape to the ends of the earth, Robert's wrath will never leave you."
Cersei's chest heaved, and she laughed at Eddard's naive idea. She said fiercely, "What about my wrath, Lord Stark?"
Cersei mocked, "You should rule this kingdom yourself. Jaime told me that on the day King's Landing falls, he will be sitting on the Iron Throne, and you will have to take him down. You can simply ascend the throne yourself. How pathetic!" "
I have made countless mistakes in my life, but this does not count."
"Oh, but it is," Cersei said. "In the game of thrones, you either become king or you become a bandit; there is no middle ground."
With that, Cersei turned and left, leaving Eddard alone in the back garden. Meanwhile, in the brightly lit room of High Lord Tyroth's palace, Caesars was embracing the recovered Elia, their naked bodies rubbing against each other. Though there was no penetration, their love was palpable.
"Ah… Caesars…" Elia moaned, a name she only used for Caesars when she was aroused. Caesars stroked her smooth back, and Elia wrapped her arms around his neck.
They embraced, their lips and tongues swirling in a deep kiss.
"Elia, I… uh… love you…"
"Uh… my lord…"
His already wet lower body easily swallowed the massive member, their damp pubic hair rubbing against each other as they made love in the most primal position.
Ilya's eyes were half-closed, her smooth, soft legs crossed around his waist, her hips swaying flexibly, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, her mouth still moaning, "Ah...ah...fuck me..."
Caesar, at this moment, only wanted to cherish this Dornish beauty. Following his surging masculine instincts, he kissed Ilya's lips passionately, sucking on her fragrant tongue and saliva, his chest pressed against her full, soft breasts, his hand tightly gripping her firm, round buttocks. His hot penis thrust in and out of Ilya's cavity, reaching the deepest part of her flower. Ilya cooperated, thrusting her hips forward at the moment of penetration, twisting and meeting his thrusts. The two were intertwined, Ilya truly opening her heart to Caesar.
Another storm of frenzied, violent thrusting ensued. The intense pleasure left both of them blank, immersed in decadent lust, a feeling completely different from rape.
Clinging tightly to her, pressing her forcefully against him as if trying to force her into his body, Caesar felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. His semen gushed from his penis, pouring into Ilya's cavity. Ilya, at the same time, felt a deafening orgasm wash over her, her whole body trembling violently. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out; she simply clung tightly to Caesar, her nails digging deep into his back.
After the waves of passion subsided, Caesar's penis remained erect in Ilya's warm, moist vagina, throbbing occasionally. Ilya rested her head on Caesar's chest, lost in thought. As if making a decision, she gritted her teeth and said, "Caesar… I have something to tell you. Actually, Rhaenys…"
Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Ilya. "My lord!" someone called out.