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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, Multi
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Cersei_Lannister/Sansa_Stark, Cersei_Lannister/Sansa_Stark/Brienne_of
      Tarth
  Character:
      Cersei_Lannister, Sansa_Stark, Brienne_of_Tarth
  Additional Tags:
      Not_for_children, Hell_no, In_which_Brienne_learns_to_wield_a_different
      weapon, Gentleborn_women_are_not_to_be_underestimated, Explicit_Sexual
      Content, Oral_Sex, Cersei_is_the_queen_of_manipulation, But_we_all_knew
      that
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-22 Words: 729
****** Lessons-Brienne/Cersei/Sansa ******
by mage_girl
Summary
     This was supposed to be a rescue mission. This would prove Brienne's
     worth and mettle. Her mettle is, however, tested in a most unforseen
     way...as for her worth, well, after this, her currency will treble
     its original worth. A warrior and an enthusiastic student? Cersei
     couldn't ask for more...
Notes
     This is a tiny gift to aphrodite_mine who has helped me with some
     pretty heavy stuff lately. Thank you. Also, beta'd by aphrodite_mine
     who reminds me that setting the scene is just as important as the
     sexy!times. Darn it.
Brienne wasn’t sure what to think. Here she was, in the heart of Lion country,
so to speak. She’d thought she was rescuing a young lady in mortal danger.
She’d been told that it was of utmost importance that her task be completed.
This was...unexpected.
This wasn’t at all the situation she thought she’d be in when she made her way
to the private quarters of the Queen Regent.
Brienne had been escorted there by guards. She hadn’t been refused admittance,
had been treated with the utmost respect and dignity. She waited as the door
opened and then, walking into the room, was surprised to see Cersei and Sansa
sitting at a table together.
Somehow, after stammering introductions and a keen perusal from Cersei, she
found herself being undressed and coaxed onto the large, luxurious four poster
bed in the center of the room. Brienne wondered if there hadn’t been something
in the drink she’d been offered. She had never been in a situation like this
before.
Brienne shuddered as Cersei’s mouth laved the curve of her shoulder, moving
downwards to trace a hot path over her left shoulder blade.
Another shudder as the young lady from Winterfell writhed underneath Brienne’s
body, grinding her pelvis up against Brienne’s, sending hot sparks of desire
through her.
‘You’ve lain with no man?’ inquired Cersei, combing possessive fingers through
Brienne’s short dark blonde hair.
‘No...no, my Queen,’ stammered Brienne, moaning as Cersei’s fingers moved down
to rest in the cleft of her buttocks.
‘Well and good. I shall not break your vows that way, then,’ purred Cersei with
satisfaction. ‘Sansa...show Brienne how one should never underestimate a lady
gentleborn.’
Sansa pulled Brienne’s head down, capturing her mouth in a kiss sweet as honey.
Brienne gasped as Sansa’s tongue twined with hers, as Cersei’s fingers, wet and
slick, parted her lower lips at the same time. Cersei had lain down beside the
two of them, the better to watch and to participate as she pleased.
Brienne could no longer think. Sansa rocked her hips, her pelvis moving against
Brienne’s in desire’s tempo. Cersei circled Brienne’s center with practiced
ease, pressing hot kisses down Brienne’s neck.
Brienne cried out as the orgasm rippled outwards, Sansa catching the rest of
her noises through deep kisses. Cersei stroked her fingers against the hard
nub, again and again until Brienne rolled over and begged for mercy. Sansa had
whispered words of encouragement to Brienne between kisses, asking Brienne to
make noises of enjoyment. Brienne couldn’t refuse and stuttered out words like
‘yes’ and ‘more’ and ‘please.’
‘Sansa,’ directed Cersei, and Brienne found herself watching as Sansa moved
with youthful fluidity and kneeled over Brienne, her cunt over Brienne’s face,
the scent driving Brienne to distraction. She glanced up to see Sansa balanced
above her, her eyes dilated, her cheeks flushed.
‘Hold her tight and pleasure her,’ commanded Cersei, leaning back to watch
them, her fingers between her own thighs.
Brienne began awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed, her hands holding Sansa
firm, spanning her hips. Sansa steadied herself against the wall, her hands
flat against the surface.
After a few moments, however, Brienne became lost in the taste and scent of
Sansa. She held Sansa tight, allowing little wiggle room and took her time,
even when Sansa began pleading for release, even when she could feel Sansa’s
orgasm beginning. Brienne wielded her tongue with newly learned skill and
continued until Sansa fell over, her long hair lank with sweat.
They laid there, brushing shoulders, and both turned their gaze to Cersei.
Cersei had thrown her head back, her orgasm at its peak. Sansa and Brienne
watched in silence as Cersei’s back arched, her nipples hard, her breathing
harsh.
After a moment, Cersei looked at them, a pleased smile curving her mouth.
‘Well done, Brienne. I trust you can tell whomever you need that there was no
need for rescuing after all.’
Brienne shook her head. ‘No, my Queen. It was...erroneous information that I
was given. I trust I’ve learned otherwise, quite quickly, if it pleases you.’
‘Mmmm...’ murmured Cersei, reaching over to stroke Sansa’s hair and throwing
Brienne a mischievous look from beneath long lashes. ‘We shall see how you
please me.’
Brienne took a deep breath, breathed in the scent of skin, sweat, and sex and
smiled, herself. ‘As my Queen commands.’
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