The Unyielding Stag (Game of Thrones AU/Invincible)
Chapter 16: The Queen Dowager

A/N: Cersei and Axel have their first real conversation.

-x-X-x-

The visit comes without warning and Cersei is left wondering whether she needs to get better servants. It used to be that she was one of the first to know of anything important that happened in the Red Keep. But ever since Robert's death, Cersei had begun to feel… isolated.

As such, when the knock at the door of her chambers comes, Cersei is caught somewhat flat footed.

"Yes? What is it?"

Opening the door, Ser Meryn Trant looks in on her.

"The King is here, Your Grace. Says he wants to talk to you."

Yes, she would very much have appreciated a heads up before such a visit. Narrowing her eyes, Cersei thinks fast.

"Tell him I'm not decent."

Of course, if he's anything like Robert, that won't matter to him. But Cersei has heard interesting things about their young King so far. Things like how pious and polite he is, despite his newfound power. So she's not that surprised when Ser Trant comes back a moment later with a nod.

"He says he'll wait, Your Grace."

Of course he will. Cersei's nostrils flare as she rises from her seat and prepares herself. She can't be too upset that Axel is here to be fair. After all, she's been hoping to get some time alone with him for a few days now. She'd just been struggling to figure out a way to do it that wouldn't come across as too desperate on her part.

But if he was coming to her… well that changed things didn't it? Soon enough, she's as prepared as she can be. Only once she's sure she's finally ready, does Cersei call out.

"Enter!"

The door opens a moment later. Their new handsome young bastard of a King steps into the front room of her chambers and Cersei calls to him from the next room over where she's waiting.

"In here, Your Majesty."

When Axel first lays eyes on her, he tenses up and stares for all of a moment before looking away. As he strides forward, he keeps his gaze off of her, being very careful not to look in her direction. Why? That's very simple really. Cersei hadn't used the intervening time to get decent… rather, she'd used it to dress down.

Wearing nothing but an open night gown and lounging on a couch in her bedchambers, the Queen Dowager smiles as the young King tries and fails to contain his blush.

"… I thought you needed time to get decent, Your Grace."

Cersei raises an eyebrow and lets her smile grow even as she affects an innocent tone.

"Did I say that?"

An awkward silence falls over the room for a moment and Cersei waits for Axel to give in and take another glance at her. Despite being on the other side of three births, she's still a very beautiful woman… and an experienced one too. That experience lets her know precisely how best to flaunt her beauty, just as she's doing now.

Yet to her surprise, Axel doesn't look. Instead, he pulls a folded up letter from his shirt and holds it out to her.

"There's been a letter from my uncle. One we believe has been copied and sent across the whole of Westeros."

Curiosity piqued, Cersei takes the letter and unfolds it, quickly digesting the contents. When she's done… she's not quite sure how to feel. It's what she wanted of course, but at the same time, she can hardly believe the audacity. Truly, Renly Baratheon is playing right into her hands and she's barely had to do a thing. Now if only she can get Axel dancing to her tune as well…

"Hmm… this letter reeks of desperation. Renly must be quite afraid of facing justice for his actions if he's resorting to telling lies about a man as honorable as Jon Arryn."

Judging by the flex of Axel's jaw, she's managed to hit the nail on the head there. Their young King is angry that Renly would dare to disparage Lord Arryn's name. Useful information, that.

"Lord Arryn and the rest of the Small Council believe that the Reach will side with him and the Stormlands. That could put us in a tough spot given how badly they outnumber the forces of the Crownlands."

Ah… yes, Cersei quickly sees what's going on here and why Axel came to deliver this new to her personally. The poor dear is afraid. And he should be, shouldn't he? His greatest allies are the Vale, the Riverlands, and the North. But the Vale has a rather small population due to its geography and the Riverlands and North are both much farther away from King's Landing than the Stormlands and the Reach.

Renly's only hope if he truly wants to sit on the Iron Throne, is to take King's Landing and do away with Axel before the young King's allies can rally their own armies and make the journey South. If Axel is dead and Renly is sat upon the Iron Throne by the time say, Lord Stark arrives at King's Landing, then maybe the Lord Paramount of the North will turn his armies around and go home.

Or at least, that's what Renly is counting on anyways. Cersei, unfortunately, had to listen to her late husband wax on poetically about Eddard Stark more than most. Just from what Robert had always said about Lord Stark's honor, she suspected that even if Axel died, Lord Stark would fight Renly and his armies just for the sake of putting Stannis on the throne if nothing else.

Hm. Now there was an idea. If Renly won King's Landing, the war would likely continue even past Axel's death and there would be more chances for Renly and Stannis to fight and kill one another as well.

Tempting… but there was one problem with that plan. Cersei couldn't say for sure what Renly might do with her and Myrcella once he had control of the city. It would probably be fine, but she didn't like the idea of risking her last child's life on a 'probably'.

Still, it's rather obvious why Axel is here.

"You want me to convince my father to raise his levies and march on King's Landing so that he can reinforce the Crownlands before Renly's armies get to the city."

The young King nods.

"I'd hoped you might write him a letter, yes. The Westerlands are in the best position to support us against my treacherous uncle."

That they were. Cersei hums consideringly for a long moment… before smiling. This entire time, Axel still hasn't looked at her. Not even once. She's not even showing anything too scandalous. Just a bit of skin~

"You can look you know."

The young King stiffens, his eyes remaining for above the couch.

"… It wouldn't be proper."

Cersei scoffs. For all that he looks like a young Robert, he really is quite different from the man, isn't he? Hmph.

"You're the King now, darling. You decide what is and isn't proper."

A frown flits across Axel's face for a moment.

"Then… it still wouldn't be proper."

A huff leaves her lips and she rises from the couch, the gown she's wearing falling open further to reveal… more. To his credit, Axel's gaze don't drift below her neck, even as she walks forward.

"Why? Because of whom my husband was? Meaningless. You and I… we're nothing to each other Axel Baratheon. This is our first time so much as having a conversation."

Reaching out, she trails her fingers down his chest.

"I've been… so cold ever since…"

Trailing off, Cersei lets out a shuddering breath.

"Won't you warm me up?"

He looks her in the eyes and Cersei looks back, smiling coyly and seductively. She knows she has him as a shadow passes over his face. But at the same time, a shiver she can't even begin to describe runs down her spine.

-x-X-x-

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

"Nnngh f-fuck! Don't stop… keep going! H-Harder!"

Axel's hands are on her naked body as her flesh ripples beneath his onslaught. One on her shoulder, the other on her hip to hold her steady. The gown discarded, Cersei Lannister is naked on her bed on all fours, getting taken from behind by the young King. He's rutting her like an animal… not that she minds. She'd told him too, after all.

His cock slides in and out of her at rapid speeds and even though Cersei had started this as nothing more than a manipulation to get on Axel's good side, she finds herself enjoying everything far more than she anticipated. Her folds are slick with arousal, her insides clenching and squeezing around his pistoning prick even as he drives forward into her depths again and again.

She can't even begin to say how long they've been going at it either. Hours, maybe? Cersei has never been with a man with so much stamina and that even includes… her previous lovers. Between the sizable member and the willingness to keep going again and again, Axel has managed to completely up end her initial plan.

Originally, Cersei was just going to tease him a bit. Maybe give him a single fuck to tide him over before she agreed to do as he asked. She was going to make him think he earned it. Instead… it just kept going… and Cersei had yet to call for it to stop.

Cersei did not consider herself a particularly lustful woman. She'd always prided herself on intelligence and cunning above all else. Certainly, she knew she was beautiful… but her beauty was simply a tool in her arsenal. It did not define her.

But right now… right now it's hard for her to think about anything but how thick and large Axel feels inside of her as he drills her from behind on her hands and knees. Clutching at the bedding beneath her, Cersei cries out in an ugly fashion yet again, a shudder running up and down her sweaty, naked form as he fills her with his shaft over and over.

Suddenly, Axel pulls out and spins her over. Cersei grunts, the wind knocked out of her for a moment as he puts her on her back and spreads her legs apart. By the time she recovers, he's already inside of her again, hammering away with his throbbing mast… and leaning in for a kiss.

Obviously, Cersei turns her head away, not wanting such intimacy from the younger man. She still hated him after all. She still wanted him dead. And die he would… just as soon as he'd killed Renly and Stannis for her.

Fortunately, Axel doesn't take issue with her defiance. Not like Robert would have. Far from making her kiss him, he simply lowers his lips to her sensitive neck instead, sucking away at her flesh and driving Cersei even wilder as she hisses beneath him.

Before she knows it, her arms and legs have started to wrap around his powerfully built body. Her legs lift up into the air, her toes curling from ecstasy as every thrust he makes brings new waves of pleasure. Her hands meanwhile… they claw at his back, her nails scratching but finding no purchase in his flesh even as she gnashes her teeth.

She wants to make him bleed, but unfortunately she can't quite seem to break the skin. She's tempted to bite down on his shoulder instead but doesn't want to give him any ideas. In the end, Cersei endures. She endures the pleasure. She endures the ecstasy. She endures the big, throbbing member thrusting in and out of her at speeds she's never felt before and never knew she would enjoy quite this much.

Until finally, with one last grunt, Axel yanks himself out of her while she's mid-orgasm and reaches for the closest thing to use as a rag. It just so happens to be her gown, which he wraps around his cock just as he cums, jerking off into the garment and coating it in his seed.

Still, better that than her insides or her skin. Cersei lays there, trembling from a strangely satiated exhaustion, even as Axel comes down from his release and looks at exactly what he used to… contain himself.

"Ah… apologies. I didn't want to make a mess."

Plastering a smile on her face, Cersei lets out an airy sort of giggle.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my King. As I said before… you decide what is and isn't proper."

Indeed, even if he'd decided to cum in or on her, Cersei would have simply pretended to be happy with it. She's glad she doesn't have to, but one way or another, she wants to make Axel believe that she's on his side. Of course, if this doesn't convince him… she doesn't know what will.

"I'll pen a letter to my father immediately, Your Majesty. I'll make sure to emphasize the critical nature of all of this and insist that he moves as fast as possible. You will be able to count on House Lannister in this coming war."

And she was even telling the truth too. She would indeed send that letter, because at this point Cersei had decided that Axel was the best suited for winning the upcoming battles. She would continue to use him until both Renly and Stannis Baratheon were dead… and then she would kill him herself if she had to.

Her revenge wouldn't be complete until Axel Baratheon drew his last breath, but until that time came… she wouldn't be against using him for her own satisfaction every once in a while. He was certainly built for it.

Speaking of Stannis…

"Do be careful though, my King."

When Axel furrows his brow in confusion, Cersei smiles more 'earnestly'.

"You don't just have to worry about Renly Baratheon. He might be the most obvious threat at this point, but his lies… you should expect them to be parroted by his elder brother as well. Stannis Baratheon is unlikely to side with Renly, but he will almost certainly try to swoop in and take the Iron Throne for himself the moment that he thinks you're distracted."

Frowning, Axel grunts.

"I was under the impression that Stannis was the honorable one… to a fault, even."

But Cersei is quick to shake her head.

"No, that's just what he wants everyone to think. Do you really think a man who was slighted all his life by Robert Baratheon will settle for letting you have the Iron Throne? He might pretend to be loyal, he might try to convince you that he's on your side… but when you're at your weakest, when you and Renly have spent your strength against one another… that's when Stannis will strike. You should consider removing him as a threat as early as possible, before he's able to betray you, Your Majesty."

For a moment, Cersei wonders if she might be able to convince the young King to send an assassin in Stannis' direction right then and there. But alas… no. Axel eventually just shakes his head and sighs before beginning to reach for his clothes.

"… We'll see. I won't act without reason. Stannis will have a chance to bend the knee. He hasn't betrayed me yet… Renly has."

Watching him get dressed, Cersei hums but doesn't try to push any harder than that. Eyes lidded, body too sore and satisfied for her to even want to move, Cersei remains where she is, a contented smile on her lips.

"As you say, Your Majesty."

One way or another, all three remaining Baratheon Men would die. By their hands, or by hers. Cersei refuses to let it be any other way. But that would come with time. For now… she was content with having nudged things in the right direction.

-x-X-x-

A/N: "I'm so clever and smart. Nobody can possibly comprehend my machinations" – Cersei probably

Feedback is GREATLY appreciated, every comment helps me shape the story with a Daily Free Write like this one!