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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Cersei_Lannister/Jaime_Lannister
  Character:
      Tywin_Lannister, Jaime_Lannister, Cersei_Lannister, Original_Male
      Character(s), Lysa_Tully_Arryn, Hoster_Tully, Rhaenys_Targaryen, Aerys_II
      Targaryen
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Sibling_Incest, Siblings, Public_Sex, Rough_Sex, Blow_Jobs,
      Fingerfucking, Vaginal_Sex, Held_Down, Religion, Religion_Kink, Underage
      Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Twincest, Twins
  Series:
      Part 2 of "Here_Us_Roar!"
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-12-08 Words: 2416
****** In The Eyes Of The Gods ******
by LadyIsabella
Summary
     Jaime and Cersei sneak away to have sex in the Sept of the Rock.
“Lysa Tully; that lackwit fool?” Cersei scoffed and twirled her hair around her
finger as she surveyed her twin across the table. She reached out and took a
sip of arbour gold; it danced on her tongue and made her think of hot summer
days and time spent with Jaime…alone.
“Yes. I believe Lord Tully suggested it…But Father has refused,” Jaime took a
bite of meat and smirked at Cersei. He had no idea who had actually suggested
the match but it seemed better to tell his sister that it was someone other
than Lord Tywin. “Does it make you jealous sister; the thought of me fucking
the red-headed fool?” The young man grinned and patted his crotch to tease his
beloved sister.
Cersei glared playfully and shifted slightly to run her foot gently up Jaime’s
leg; her satin slipper caressed his hard cock. “The girl is pretty enough, I
grant you. Pale of skin and with flaming hair; who would not desire her? But
girls like her are a common in the Realm. Go to any whore house in Lannisport
and find her double. I am a rare beauty and there is no one like me.” She
smirked and leant forward; the scent of lavender oil drifted across the table.
Cersei grew serious once more and sighed, “Did she talk?”
Jaime knew who she meant straight away and he glanced down the empty hall
before answering, “No. She said she did not want to bring shame to our father
or poison our mother’s memory. She will keep quiet…” He did not sound very
confident but Jaime didn’t want to cause his sister concern.
“Will she? I would have her silence for ever,” Cersei’s fourteen year old mind
was already plotting to rid her of this latest annoyance. “I want her silent
before I return to Kingslanding.”
Her brother sighed. “Do you have to go? It could be months before we see each
other again…I cannot go so long without being inside you.” Jaime stood up and
walked around the table to stand behind his sister. His hands reached over to
cup her breasts through her red and gold gown. “Sweet sister, come to the Sept.
Father allows you time there to pray doesn’t he? You will be alone without your
Septa at your heels…”
Cersei moaned softly and arched her back, pushing her firm breasts into his
hands. “You would have me in the Sept? Under the eyes of the Gods…Have you no
shame, dear brother?” She gasped when Jaime’s fingers tightened on her nipple
briefly.
“Yes. I would have the Gods know that you are mine and no one else’s,” Jaime
grinned and pulled Cersei to her feet roughly. He spun her around and within a
heart beat his mouth was on hers, his tongue danced with Cersei’s in a slow,
seductive movement that set his groin alive. He groaned softly and pushed his
sister away to stop himself from taking her right there and then in the small
hall of Casterly Rock. “Meet me in the Sept in 10 minutes. Perhaps we can kill
two birds with one stone.”
His sister smirked and ran a finger of her now moist lip, “Really? I do hate
surprises Jaime. It had better be worth it or….” Cersei let her hand flow down
Jaime’s body before she stroked his cock through his breeches, “I won’t suck
your cock or let you fuck me under the alter of the maiden.”
“The maiden, dear sister?”
“Ironic isn’t it,” Cersei laughed and turned away from him. “I’ll meet you
there. I shall go and change in a suitable gown for silent prayer.” The
teenager laughed softly and flicked a lock of her golden hair from her face
before she swept from the room.
~
Cersei admired herself in the looking glass; she was beautiful. It was no
surprise that Jaime, among others, desired her. “Prince Rhaegar will marry me.
Father says the King refused him when he broached the subject…I was a silly
little girl then. Now I am a woman flowered, I am sure he would not refuse me
now. I shall give him strong, silvery haired sons with violet eyes and the
strength of a lion. And beautiful daughters with golden hair. I shall be Queen;
a dragon Queen…the whole realm shall bow down to me and Prince Rhaegar.”
She smiled and examined her gown; it was a stunning thing made from snow white
silk, slashed with cloth-of-gold. It also had golden myrish lace around the hem
and cuffs. The gown was both extravagant and demure; the perfect mix for
praying in the Sept. Cersei added a white gossamer veil that flowed down back,
over her hair. It was held in place by a band of pearls and spun-gold. She
smiled and examined her appearance.
“I look beautiful. Just one more thing,” the young woman selected a necklace of
pearls that held in place a Lannister lion locket. “Now I am perfect. Jaime
will grow hard at the sight of me…” Cersei laughed softly and dabbed lavender
oil on her wrists and neck before she crept from her chambers to make her way
to the Sept of Casterly Rock.
The young woman met no one of note as she walked down the long hallways aside
from a serving girl, who hurried down the corridor carrying a covered platter
that no doubt contained some sweet pastry that Maester Norrys was fond of. The
girl kept her eyes down and bowed to Cersei before she hurried past. Cersei
merely smiled to herself and proceeded to the great doors of the Sept.
Several strong, young guards pushed open the Sept doors. The most handsome of
the guards smiled at Cersei and said boldly, “I always pray for you, milady. I
pray you will one day become the greatest and most beautiful Queen in the
world.” He bowed low.
Cersei decided to be polite and gracious so smiled and touched the young lad’s
cheek, “I thank you…?”
“Oh, the name is Darryl, milady,” he bowed again while his friend smirked and
tried to stifle a giggle behind Cersei.
“Darryl, a strong name,” she smiled. “When I am Queen, I shall make you a
knight.” Cersei allowed him to kiss her hand before she swept past, her gown
trailed elegantly on the polished floor of the Sept as she walked up the marble
aisle. The young Lady walked up to the Alter of the Maid and lit a lavender
scented candle; her favourite.
“I pray that you perverse my beauty and allow me to preserve my virtue of
mind,” Cersei prayed silently and lit another candle. This time she placed it
on the Alter of the Warrior and whispered a prayer for Jaime, “Send my brother
strength and vigour. Send him long life and let him always be by my side.”
You need not pray for that, sweet sister,” her beloved brother’s voice came
from behind the painted statue of the Warrior who clutched a might sword. Jaime
was lent against the statue, a smirk played across his full lips. “I’ll always
be by your side; always.” The teenager watched as his sister’s own lips parted
in a silent sigh of pleasure before she walked over to him and embraced him.
Jaime hugged her to him and felt his cock harden in his breeches.
Cersei giggled against his neck and whispered, “I feel you…I would be a very
poor lady if I did not attend to you.” She pushed him back so they were
concealed behind the statue of the maiden; her lips parted in a soft smile of
innocence and piety. Cersei had always hated the Maiden…She had been pleased to
give up her virtue to her brother and was of the idea that the Maiden would
have a happier smile if she too had let a maid enjoy her. The young woman
pushed her brother against the statues’ legs and dropped to her knees, her
hands gripped his thighs hard. “How much do you want me brother?” Her fingers
began to unlace his red breeches slowly, her mouth inches from her goal.
Jaime moaned when he felt her hot breath swept over his cock like a warm
caress. “Sister…” It was all he could manage and within a moment, Cersei’s hand
was inside his breeches, caressing and teasing his cock, encouraging it to
harden quickly so it could be buried inside her. He gasped softly when his
sister ran a nail down his shaft before his cock was enveloped in the hot, wet
mouth that knew exactly what he liked. She had been sucking his cock since they
were young; it had taken a great deal of time and persuasion before Cersei had
finally given up her maidenhead to him…She had calmed her brother by sucking
his cock and allowing him to play with her cunt but they had both known that he
wanted to be buried inside her.
Cersei sucked her brother’s cock with skill and flicked her hot tongue over his
tip again and again, delighting in the taste of his precum; it tasted of summer
and stolen kisses and of Jamie. She relaxed her mouth slightly and pushed
forward, taking Jaime deeper into her mouth as he groaned above her.
“Ah…Cersei,” he gripped her hair and forcibly dragged her to her feet; the pain
only intensified her desire for him. “I need you. Now.” Jaime pulled her to him
and kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as if for the first time.
“Where?”
She knew what he meant at once and pulled back from his lips to answer, her
breath ragged with need. “The Alter. In the view of all the Gods.”
“Really,” Jaime raised an eyebrow and smirked, “you truly are a whore, sweet
sister.”
“Would you have me any other way?”
Jaime laughed and kissed her briefly, “I’ll have you anyway I can.” He picked
her up and placed her on the alter, scattering candles and offerings onto the
marble floor; neither one of them noticed…they had eyes only for each other. He
unlaced himself fully and slid his hands under his sister’s gown, up her thighs
until he found what he was looking for. “You’re wet, sweet sister…I’m shocked.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “We are in the Sept and you would have your
brother’s cock. I hope you pray for forgiveness later!” Jaime grinned and
dragged Cersei’s skirts up to her hips, baring her long legs and beautiful cunt
to his eyes.
“Jaime…I swear to the Seven…if you’re not inside me in the next minute I will
go and fuck the guard on the door,” Cersei sat up and glared playfully at her
brother; she knew that to threaten to bed someone else…It would make Jaime take
her roughly as if he had to claim her once again.
Her brother growled and pinned her down on the Alter, his hands leaving bruises
on her shoulders with the force of his movement. “You are mine,” he stated it
calmly; the both knew it was true…Cersei could marry and leave the Rock but she
would always be his…Always. Jaime shoved her legs open and moved to stand
between them. His hand snaked between them to check how wet she was once more
before he lined up his cock and thrust home; he groaned aloud in pleasure when
his sister’s tight walls hugged his cock. “You are mine…Don’t ever forget it!”
Jaime set a punishing pace, thrusting in and out while his hands gripped her
thighs tightly, gifting her with yet more bruises.
Cersei gasped in shock at his violent entrance then moaned, his cock was
skilled and always found that secret spot inside her. She went to catch hold of
his arms to support her in an attempt to ease his rough thrusts but Jaime
caught her hands and pinned them by her side.
“Ah, ah, ah sweet sister,” he grinned and held her arms down before he rammed
inside her once more. “You annoyed me sister; it’s time for your punishment.”
Jaime thrust again and again, never letting Cersei take a breath or find
release; the fourteen year old had youth and stamina on his side and was
determined to make his twin pay for taunting him.
His sister moaned loudly and came hard; her juices soaked her thighs and gown
as well as the alter on which she lay. She gazed up at the painted ceiling of
the Sept and focussed on Jaime’s cock as it moved back and forth inside her;
Cersei never felt whole until he was inside her…all day, every day she felt the
need…the feeling that something was missing and when he was inside her, that
need died like a flower in winter.
“I’m getting close,” Jaime groaned and sped up. “Do you want it inside you
sister?” He rammed forward and made Cersei gasp again.
“Yes…Yes,” she whispered. Cersei no longer cared about conceiving Jaime’s
child, she didn’t care…And perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. She could say a guard
raped her…The man would be killed by Lord Tywin or Jaime and she would be
declared a Maid by law. Then again…Tywin would never allow her to keep the
babe…
Jaime thrust forward and released inside his sister; his hot seed warming her
belly deeply. “Ah…” he breathed out and rested his head on her chest. “Don’t
ever forget who’s you are, sweet sister.” He raised his blonde head and smirked
at her before pulling out and lacing up his breeches. “You’ve soaked the
alter…” Jaime grinned at her and helped her into a sitting position.
“Now I am yours…in the eyes of the Gods,” Cersei smiled, jumped down from the
alter, adjusted her gown and kissed his cheek. “Why do you think I wore white?”
“So…you’re my wife then?” He laughed. Jaime knew they were not really married
but it was a pleasant dream they liked to tell themselves…One day they would
wed and have children; the Targaryens wed brother to sister for generations, if
Dragons could do it, why not lions?
“Always,” Cersei embraced her brother as a shaft of golden light illuminated
the couple…standing in the sight of the Seven; their hair glowing like spun
gold. Nothing had ever looked so pure…yet so wrong.
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