– Cersei Lannister –
After the unexpected death of Jon Arryn, she had tried to convince her idiot husband to have her brother Jamie or her father become Hand.
Honestly, she almost expected him to pick one of his old friends like Eddard Stark, but she never expected the choice he made.
Robert had picked a landed knight to become his new hand the knight in question being Ser Lucas Black the new hand of the King.
It wasn't even; that the man wouldn't have the ability to have a position in the small council since Ser Lucas Black was actually a tourney champion for the last decade and one of the great knights of the crownlands.
Originally from the Crownlands, House Black was a young house, barely 500 years old, predating the Conquest but being way after the Andal invasion, but they were considered of Andal heritage.
The family did not have any real importance in history, except in one moment in history.
During the short rule of Viserys II Targaryen, the master-at-arms at the time, Gerald Black, was married off to Joanne Royce, a suspected lover of who would be known as Aegon "the Unworthy," suspiciously after the marriage, in nine moon turns later, Joanne gave birth to a black-haired, purple-eyed babe.
And for the last generations, it had stayed the same, with each member having purple eyes and black hair.
Normally, it wouldn't matter since they were plenty of people in the seven kingdom with dragon drops in their blood.
But this man was installed as Hand of the King by her husband, Robert, who absolutely hates The House of the dragon and any person with Valyrian blood.
But she supposed he only had the eyes like other houses, like the Dayne, who also had some Valyrian looks, but most members only really had the purple eyes.
But still…she bit her lip in anger as she saw her oldest son, Joffrey, being escorted outside the city.
Lucas had convince Robert to send joffrey to be fostered in Winterfell since Robert wanted to marry her son to one of the daughters of Robert friend eddard stark.
The bastard had also advice Robert to start looking for marriage candidates for Myrcella and Tommen and to send Tommen to be fostered in dragonstone or stormsend.
She was against it, but like always, Robert ignored her.
She have try to use her cousin to give more alcohol to her husband so he would hopefully get severely injured during his hunts but Robert had always come back from them unharmed.
So she moved her target to someone else…
Lucas had been a thorn on her leg she needed to get rid of him.
-later-
As she look at Lucas looking him directly at his eyes. They were currently inside the hands tower one of her few loyal Kings guards outside. Jamie unfortunately was strip of his white cloak and send back to the Westernlands to take his position as heir of casterly rock.
Leaving her in Kings Landing. As Lucas with no shame, touches her face pinning her to the wall she tried to scream and fight back only for her, not to do anything at her body starts warming up as she starts warm.
Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the warmth spreading through her body, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She tried to push against Lucas's chest, but her limbs felt heavy and sluggish, refusing to cooperate.
"What...what have you done to me?" she gasped, her voice coming out in a breathy whisper. She could feel her body responding to his touch, her nipples hardening beneath her dress and a ache starting to build between her thighs.
Lucas merely smiled, his hand sliding down to cup her breast through the thin fabric. "You have some nice tits" he purred, his thumb rubbing circles around her nipple.
She bit her lip, a moan escaping before she could stop it. She could feel herself getting wet, her arousal coating her thighs as Lucas continued to touch her.
"Stop this..." she begged, even as she arched into his touch. "We cannot...I am your queen..."
Lucas chuckled darkly, leaning in to nip at her ear.
He pulled back, his eyes roaming over her body with a hungry gaze. With a wave of his hand, her dress disappeared, leaving her naked and exposed before him. She gasped, trying to cover herself with her hands.
But Lucas was faster, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head. "No hiding from me," he demanded, his eyes zeroing in on her dripping sex. "I want to see all of you."
He dropped to his knees, his face level with her pussy. She whimpered as he leaned forward, his tongue running along her slit from bottom to top. She shuddered, her head falling back against the wall as he began to feast on her like a man starved.
"Oh gods..." she panted, her hips rocking against his face as he ate her out. "Lucas...please..."
He ignored her pleas, continuing to lick and suck at her clit with single-minded determination. His fingers joined in, plunging into her tight cunt as he curled them to hit her g-spot.
She came with a scream, her juices flooding Lucas's mouth as he continued to lick and suck through her orgasm. She slumped against the wall, panting and shaking as Lucas stood up, his face and chin coated in her juices.
He reached down to free his cock from his breeches, stroking it to full hardness. She watched with wide eyes as he positioned himself at her entrance, the thick head nudging against her slick folds.
Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the thick head of Lucas's cock pressing against her entrance, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her recent orgasm. She knew she should protest, should demand that he stop this immediately, but the words died in her throat as he pushed forward, sinking into her inch by inch.
"Oh gods..." she moaned, her head falling back against the wall as she stretched around him. He was so big, so thick, filling her up completely. She had never felt anything like it before, and it took all of her willpower not to beg him for more.
Lucas paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size before he began to move. He pulled out until just the tip remained before slamming back in, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.
She cried out, her nails raking down his back as he set a brutal pace. He pounded into her mercilessly, each thrust hitting that spot deep inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
"Yes...fuck...just like that..." she panted, her hips rocking to meet his every thrust. She could feel another orgasm building already, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her core.
Lucas leaned down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth to tangle with hers. She kissed him back fiercely, biting at his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He growled against her mouth, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive as he chased his own release. His hand slid between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub.
That was all it took to send her hurtling over the edge again. She came with a scream, her pussy clamping down around him like a vice as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Lucas followed close behind, buried deep inside her as he let out a guttural groan. She could feel him pulsing inside her, filling her up with spurt after spurt of his hot seed.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, both panting and shaking as they tried to catch their breath. Lucas pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, his arms wrapping around her to hold her close.
-Lucas black-
Honestly, taking over King's Landing was not that hard, even with the limitations I gave myself. I didn't even use that much magic; I only completely burnt Petyr Baelish and Varys Blackfyre using my dragon flames, burning them and destroying their souls.
And after that, it was an easy game. Petyr actually inspired me to also manipulate Lysa Arryn; it did not take me long to get into her pants. Currently a new Lord of the Eyrie was growing in her stomach. I was making her drink potions I made to make her physical body better to fix any physical damage to her body.
In other news, the faith is acting all fuzzy since the heir to the Iron Throne went to the north to be fostered, where the religion of the old gods is dominant; that have made a lot of people in the faith angry.
They wouldn't be a problem; I would only have to make, like, a virus or two to deal with them.
Maybe I should start the infection in old town.
I first want to see how the virus I put in the Iron Islands will start acting since I'm planning to get rid of the Ironborn from the root.
Why try to change them if I could just exterminate them with a simple virus?
The wildlings are also getting the same treatment since the others can suck it, and this virus would prevent them from turning into white.
My alchemy has gotten better in the last couple of years, and I have been subclassing into different magic forms of magic crafting recently. I had recently started learning how artifact creation works since it could be useful.
Other than that, I had one of my other multiforms traveling to Essos to find the last two Targaryens well, one, since I was planning to get rid of Viserys, or maybe he could use him, but he was definitely going to get Daenerys as breeding stock after all if she is the reincarnation of Azor Ahai or anything special she would had a high magical potential or the bare minimum, I would put a child in her who would inherit the dragonlord magic within them.
Despite the background I had made for myself it didn't give me possession of whatever magic the Targaryens possessed.
No matter what, once I had the girl, I could probably replicate whatever magic she possessed in her blood if it was useful for me.