The bending of Ned Stark to his will had been as difficult as it had been to subsume Ser Barristan Selmy, but in the end, just like the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, he had succumbed eventually.
And the question became when he would set in motion the domino's that would lead the fall. of the current royal family and usher in the return of the Targaryen's?
Littlefinger had in particular been pushing him with barely concealed glee to start his plans, Varys on the other hand was advising caution and restraint
He was somewhere in the middle if he was honest with himself, but his vampire yearned for action, for the final denouement of the Targaryen interregnum, though he knew that it lusted most after the silver haired cunt of Daenerys Targaryen. For all that the girl was what, fourteen years old, or ten and four as they said it here. Even though the ruination of the girl could actually spoil his plans, as heirs would be needed to secure the future of the House that he was betting his future on. He had spied the girl in the memories of Illyrio Mopatis, he had reached out with his mind and entered that of the fat Magister one night. And the sight of sweet, young Daenerys had near drove him into a clotted frenzy at her beauty and almost unearthly perfection. Such had been his lust that he had been forced to take several whores. and fuck them to death to dampen down his raging desires.
But all he really cared about was that he could wield power, even if it was covertly, secretly, and that his needs were taken care of in a manner appropriate to his standing and with due consideration for his particular requirements. And should Princess Daenerys be a regular feature in his bed and atop his cock, well then so be it!
He knew little of how steam engines worked, or how to smelt steel in prodigious quantities, for the so-called Industrial Revolution had mostly passed Romania by. And even though he had lived for nearly two centuries in Ploești, he knew little or nothing about the workings of the oil refineries that had sprung up around the town. Only that they were noisy and that they stank of strange concoctions.
In a few decades when there were more Targaryen's he would most definitely....taste and indulge of the sliver haired daughters yet to be born.
And even on earth his mentalism had allowed him to cover the tracks of his nocturnal dalliances, his partners often having little or no recollection of ever having enjoyed his
attentions. Though he disliked so wiping the minds of women who had experienced his flesh inside them, for it was insulting to him to think that they would forget the knowledge of just what had occurred between them. And to assuage his vanity on this matter he had perfected a method of allowing his conquests to experience vividly all the joys and pleasures of their brief time together in dream format, but one which they could only remember vaguely, or sometimes not at all, when awake.
Many was the virgin daughter, noble and peasant, in his hunting grounds around Ploeşti who had awoken of a morning with the pain of a ravaged cunt, arse and throat, and often to the accompaniment of incontrovertible physical evidence of what had occurred. But sadly, with absolutely no conscious recollection of the delights and pleasures they had experienced during the night. And not just virgin daughters either, wives were as aggregable to him as daughters, and he had indulged in a particular fetish of his in cucking as many noble wives as he could when their husbands were away. And not just fucking them either, down the centuries he had left a few bellies full of a bastard while he was at it, though he made sure his seed was purged of as much vampiric influences and contagion as possible before he inseminated these lucky women.
He would likely bestow upon all subsequent Targaryen females the irredeemable gift of knowing one of the wamphyri carnally, even if they would only remember it in their dreams. And he was sure that in the decades to come he would be able to use these as yet unborn daughters and wives as his own personal harem of silver haired beauties. But there would be other women who would know the delights of his company, not just of the royal family, there were enough ladies at the court who resided within the Red Keep that would provide some diversion and sport, never mind the many serving wenches and even his usual supply of whores from Baelish's brothels to indulge in.
But before all of these he wanted to scratch a particular itch of his, the dear Queen, Cersei Lannister. She was a fine looking woman and he was sure that she would be most receptive to his advances, no matter what. It was just a question of finding the right time and opportunity to introduce her to the joys of his company.
He would need to deploy many of his arts to ensure that he was neither discovered nor interrupted during the precious time he and Cersei would spend together. And he had been practicing those very skills adroitly in the past few weeks, and he was confident enough that they were sufficiently honed to his requirements.
Which was why he was hiding within the secret passageways adjacent to the Queens chambers in Maegor's Holdfast, silently observing Cersei Lannister as she prepared for bed.
Outside she was being guarded by her brother Jamie Lannister, which made what was about to happen all the more piquant to his mind. He had even pondered letting Jamie hear what was happening but stilling him into inactivity during the whole affair. Much as that would be pleasant thing to do, he decided against it, he would need considerable mental energies to ensure that he and the dear Queen would not be overheard during the hours he would spend honoring the Queen.
Instead, he had planned to deaden and dull Jamie's senses with respect to any noise coming from the Queen's chambers, while at the same time flooding her bed chamber with his vampire fog, tuning it to deaden and mute all sounds, so that Cersei could scream and plead and sob all she wanted, but her cries would not be overheard. And when he was finished, he would suppress her memories of the glorious time they had spent together so that they would only every come back to her in dreams, or if he commanded it.
He waited patiently for Cersei to get into bed, as she did so he reached out and slipped an instruction into her mind to disrobe completely, lie atop the bed and to start touching herself.
This she did, as he reached out to Jamie and dulled his senses, at the same time calling for his vampire mist, confining it to the area of Cersei's bed and this thickening it substantially. compared to its normal consistency.
Cersei was unaware of it as he had wiped its presence from her mind, it roiled and swirled as it thickened and soon covered the bed to almost the ceiling. Judging it ready he opened the secret passageway and trod silently into the chamber and undressed, stepping into the fog that surrounded Cersei's bed, which was transparent to him as its creator. He was controlling it with his mind, shaping and bending it to absorb as much sound as possible, as Cersei Lannister suddenly jerked as if electrocuted and laid eyes on him for the first time.
She inhaled massively to scream but nothing came out of her mouth but a startled grunt, her face twisting into a rictus of sheer tertor and panic. She tried to move but found that she could not, eliciting another wave of panic to wash over her face and make her eyes bulge in terrified horror.
He just smiled down at the Queen and gripping his cock in one hand plopped its head into her gaping mouth, "suck" he commanded and to the hilarious look of utter surprise and shock in Cersei Lannister's green eyes, that was exactly what she proceeded to do.
With his mind he commanded Cersei Lannister to face fuck his cock, which she of course immediately did, the shock and panic in his paramour's mind's as their body completely disobeyed their frantic commands was something that never ceased to delight him..
He reached down to grab her head and pull her head towards him, she really did have such glorious, golden hair, and he fondled and ran his hands and fingers through it as Cersei continued to try and impale her face with his cock. She was making quite the mess he noticed, spittle, snot and drool leaking from her fat lips and petite, delicately shaped nose. He took one hand and ran it over her body, making sure that his fingers as the explored left little trails of pleasure behind them in her mind.
His fingers found the opening between her legs nestled in a dense bush of tight, golden curls, it was beginning to moisten despite Cersei's minds screaming denials, so he inserted a finger inside her. He let said finger swell and lengthen inside the blonde cunt, growing progressively bigger and bigger, Cersei's eye's nearly bulging out of their sockets as his digit assumed heroic proportions, pulsing and surging within her.
He removed his finger and added another, repeating this performance until both of his digits were suitably coated with her by now sloppy juices. He lined his hand up and thrust both
engrossed fingers into Cersei, one up her arse and one into her cunt, the strangled cries she made around his cock where it pillaged her mouth were a pure joy to hear.
With one hand he face fucked Cersei and with the other he fucked Cersei with his two engorged fingers, both of which were vastly longer and thicker than anything the Queen had previously experienced in the holes between her legs. And interestingly enough the dear Queen had never given up her arsehole to a cock before, which might explain the increasingly frantic wriggling and desperate moans issuing from around his cock.
He would definitely be righting that wrong tonight he chuckled to himself and decided then and there that he would honor Cersei in her virgin arse first after she had brought forth with her mouth and throat the first of the sure to be many emissions of his seed that were to come.
He kept part of his mind detached, spying on her twin Ser Jamie, making sure to check if any sounds were leaking from the fog that surrounded their lovemaking.
So far Ser Jamie had heard nothing, but then again, his twin sister was rather busy with his cock thrusting in and out of her beautifully lipped mouth and was not in the position to call much attention to her predicament. In truth Cersei could only gasp and gurgle and make the panoply of choking noises that were so intimately associated with deep throat, and which he so delighted in hearing from the women whom he blessed with this experience.
Cersei's relative silence would soon change of course, but he was pleased so far with the sound deadening qualities of the fog he had brought forth.
Spending in Cersei's mouth with a pleasurably copious amount he pulled out and flipped her over onto her belly, Cersei coughed and spluttered and realizing she could talk immediately started screaming at the top of her lungs, while at the same time realizing that she was. effectively paralyzed, unable to move her body below her neck.
He checked in on Ser Jamie, not a peep of Cesei's shrill screaming and calls for aid could be heard outside her door, and he smiled widely, picking up the small tub of lubricant that he had palmed from his pocket before he had fully disrobed. While Cersei's screams became ever more desperate and terrified, as she knew that Jamie for one should have responded to her cries by now, he slathered his cock liberally with the lubricant.
He positioned himself astride Cersei and her head whipped around, still screaming for help, her eyes terrified and suddenly filled with foreboding as he simply grinned at her and lined up his cock with the reddened and slightly gaping rosebud of her arse.
"N00000000000!!!!!!" screamed Cersei as he ignored her and pushed his cock into her arse, pushing all the way in and as deep as he could, Cersei's wailing protestations completely ignored. He pulled back until only the bulbous cock head was inside her, at just the right depth to stretch the sphincter muscles of her arse in the most painful manner, something he had learned from his long years of buggery. She bucked and wriggled in frantic desperation, but he held her down with a hand and she started crying with the pain of this intrusion, sobbing her her denials of of what was happening to her. And so he simply slammed home into her again, retracting to once again pause to stretch her arsehole in the most painful
way possible, deciding to let his flesh expand a little bit, just to add further to Cersei's pain and discomfort.
Her cries and pleading were like the sweetest music to his ears as he set up a rhythm of sorts, fucking her in her arse hard and deep, but always lodging his cock head at her sphincter and expanding his flesh progressively wider and wider, until he sensed that her flesh could take no more.
Spending in Cersei's abused arsehole after a long and thoroughly enjoyable fuck, at least on his part, he forced her to clean off his cock with mouth, which had elicited Cersei to vomit several times in protest at his shit smeared cock being introduced to her mouth. Her protests at this treatment were loud and profane, at least when his cock was not stuffed in her mouth, well they were at first, until sobbing replaced them after she had vomited the second time.
To make up for this rather disappointing display Cersei had found herself sucking his cock for the next hour at least, swallowing four loads of his semen, before he tired of this and mounted her from behind, taking her in her cunt this time, though insisting that her arsehole joined the fun, inserting two fingers and expanding them to match the size of his cock in her cunt.
Cersei's cries and screams became hoarse and increasingly ragged, and she no longer called out for help, knowing that for some reason help would not be coming to her aid, instead she had decided that insulting him and promising him terrible fates instead when he would be caught.
He had to laugh at that, but she did bore him with this tirade so he had simply expanded his flesh to as far as he could carefully risk it and simply fucked the shrilly screaming Cersei, her threats and warnings forgotten as her flesh was stretched to near rupture.
And so, the night passed for them, Cersei enjoying the incomparable size and stamina of a wamphyri, as her entrances were fucked raw, and she was filled with the endless emissions of his seed.
He was as sensitive as any rooster to the coming dawn and when he finally left Cersei he carefully locked away the sweet memories of their time together in her mind, adding the twist that she would be able to remember the pleasures that they had shared, while awake, but only as flashbacks and snatches, never as a coherent whole, at least unless he allowed her to.
For the next time he visited Cersei Lannister he would allow her to remember in full the details of their liaison, all the better to prepare her for the pleasures that they would soon be sharing together again.