The Unyielding Stag (Game of Thrones AU/Invincible)
Chapter 24: Great Sept & Cersei

A/N: Axel visits the Great Sept to see one of his favorite women, before going and visiting his other favorite woman.

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Axel finds that he most prefers to visit the Great Sept of Baelor in the mornings, just as the sun is rising over the city. If he goes any later in the day, then he risks displacing other worshippers with his mere presence, since of course as King he absolutely needs to have the main chamber of the Great Sept all to himself for some reason.

He had tried and failed to convince the High Septon that this wasn't necessary, and that he didn't really want anyone to inconvenience themselves on his behalf. But the leader of the Faith had in turn explained to him that nobody was even under orders to clear out when he appeared. Instead, they were doing so of their own accord out of respect for both their pious King and the Seven Who Are One.

Axel wasn't sure if he believed the somewhat corpulent man, but outside of starting to interrogate everyone who fled the moment he showed up, he didn't really have a way of finding out for certain.

And of course, if he went even later still, after the day was over, than while the Great Sept might be emptied out, it also became a little… disturbing. Dark, really. Oh sure, it was still lit by plenty of candles scattered all over the place, but it felt somewhat eerie, if Axel was being honest.

Not that he was afraid of ghosts or anything like that. Or maybe he was. Specters were the one thing Axel couldn't just punch to death, after all…

Regardless, coming in the morning not only ensured that he would both be largely undisturbed while at the same time not BE a disturbance himself, it also had the benefit of giving him the best lighting. With the rising sun coming through the upper balcony of the Great Sept's main chamber, the whole place was awash in that beautiful morning light. It really was wonderful.

Moving from statue to statue, Axel prays in front of each of them, as is his usual preference. He always starts with the Smith, a statue of a man holding a blacksmith's hammer. Tall and proud with a strong back and a bald head, he represents ingenuity and craftsmanship.

Axel then skips the Stranger, as is tradition. Of the Seven, the Stranger is not meant to be worshipped, which is why his statue faces away from the center of the room and over towards the wall.

After the Smith, he goes to the Crone, a visage of an old woman holding a lantern. From her, he comes to the Warrior, an armored knight holding swords crossed over his chest. From the Warrior, he comes to the Mother, her dress tantalizingly revealing and her arms held open, her hands empty. The Mother is then followed by the Father, who holds the scales of Justice aloft as he towers over Axel just like the others.

Finally, last but certainly not least… is the Maiden. Axel moves in front of her statue and stares up at her in wordless silence for a time, pretending to pray as he… enjoys the view.

Technically, there are better 'routes' for particularly pious individuals to take across the six inward facing statues of the Seven. And most of the time, visitors to the Great Sept don't even bother praying at each statue, preferring to focus their time on one or two of the Seven that they most need guidance from on that day.

As a young King who needs to be seen as particularly pious, Axel doesn't have that sort of privilege. And so, every single day, he comes to the Great Sept and starts his route with the Smith… because if he starts with the Smith and works his way around the circle, spending several minutes gazing up on the visage of each of the statues, then it's not particularly strange if he spends an extra few moments staring up at the Maiden.

The Maiden… is Axel's treat, one might say. Because the Maiden's statue within the Great Sept of Baelor depicts her as completely in the nude. She's quite shapely too, with full breasts and curvy hips and a tight cleft right between her thighs. Truly, whoever sculpted her was a visionary of a man.

… Yes, the Maiden is definitely not the least of the Great Sept's statues… and she always leaves Axel feeling a certain sort of way as he ends his circuit of the Great Sept and leaves to head back to the Keep. A certain sort of way that he carries with him for a time, until he can get things… taken care of.

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PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"F-Fuck! Yes! H-Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Hands on her shoulders, squeezing down but not so hard that he bruises her flesh, Axel slams his cock into Cersei Lannister from behind time and time again. The Queen Dowager is no maiden, yet her body, even after giving birth three times, could certainly give the Great Sept's statue of the Maiden a run for its money.

His hips crash into her ass as he plows her from behind, his prick pistoning in and out of her gushing wet cunt with seemingly reckless abandon. Obviously, he doesn't go hard enough to harm her. If he used his true strength, Axel isn't sure there's a woman alive who could survive him. Certainly not Cersei.

So instead he holds back a considerable amount, even as he lets her think that she's getting everything she can out of him. The Queen Dowager certainly seems to like it rough during these experiences, always egging him on, always goading him further.

"Pull my hair! Smack my ass! Or are you not MAN enough to do what your-gah!"

SMACK!

Like that. Sometimes Cersei tried to bring Robert up, just to piss Axel off. He's gotten good at interrupting her though, laying a palm strike across her ass that makes her choke on her own spit. Of course, to make sure she doesn't try again, he then reaches for her hair, gathering it into a fistful and pulling her head back roughly.

Cersei groans and moans in equal measure as Axel redoubles his pace, driving in and out of her cunt with powerful thrusts. Her pussy walls try and fail to squeeze the life out of his pulsating prick, even as she cums for him, time and time again.

Finally though, he can feel himself getting close. However… their relationship has evolved since their initial encounters. Oh, he still doesn't cum inside of her. But these days, he also doesn't cum in the nearest rag he can find either.

"Here it comes."

As he warns her, Axel pulls out of her cunt and uses his grip on her hair to help bring her around. Cersei doesn't resist him, the Queen Dowager spinning on her hands and knees until she's facing his rock hard cock. Staring up into Axel's eyes, Cersei takes him in her mouth, sucking in her cheeks and swirling her tongue along the head of his shaft.

With a heartfelt groan, he tips over the edge and delivers his load into the Lannister woman's waiting maw. She swallows greedily, drinking down his seed like there's no tomorrow. She's an excellent cocksucker, though most of the time he can tell that she prefers he just fuck her. However, ever since the first time she'd dropped to her knees for him, she's at least taken to having him do this at the end of each and every one of their… encounters.

His balls empty down the Queen Dowager's throat, preventing the possibility of any unwanted accidents as she guzzles his cum like a Flea Bottom Whore. Finally though, it's done and Axel releases his grip on her hair. Watching her pull away for a moment, he eventually drops down onto the bed, laying on his back.

Cersei joins him of course, curling up beside him and pressing her bosom into his chest. Her breasts might sag a bit more than those of the Maiden's statue, but to be fair… one is marble and the other is flesh. And despite Cersei's age, her tits have held up extremely well, maintaining their heft and size quite admirably.

He certainly finds himself enjoying the way they feel pressed against his bared skin, even as Cersei leans in close, her lips tracing a handful of kisses along his jawline for a moment before she finally speaks.

"The Trial by the Seven fast approaches. Do you think you're ready, Your Grace?"

Axel resists the urge to derisively snort, instead smirking a little bit as he wraps an arm around the Queen Dowager.

"Worried for me? It was your idea, you know."

Cersei rolls her eyes at that, lightly slapping his chest.

"I merely wish to make sure that your head is in the right place. You know you cannot show the traitor any mercy, right? If you leave Renly Baratheon alive, he will only find a way to weasel out of things and come back later to continue being a thorn in your side."

Axel keeps his face carefully composed, hiding the frown that wants to stretch across his features. It was always the same thing with Cersei. They fucked and then she tried to whisper honeyed words into his ear. Once in a while she had excellent ideas… such as the Trial by the Seven. But most of the time, she seemed oddly focused on making sure he killed his uncle. Or rather, his uncles.

"And Stannis… he's only biding his time, Axel. You can't let your guard down, not with either of them. They want your throne… and they will stop at nothing to get it."

Now Axel does frown, because while he has absolutely nothing good to say about Renly Baratheon, he can't help but want to defend Stannis' honor.

"I'm not sure you're right about Stannis. Everyone else says he doesn't have a single subtle bone in his entire body, and that he's lawful to a fault. Frankly, having spoken to the man myself several times now, it sounds like he should have been Master of Laws instead of Renly all along!"

In fact, there's a reason the Master of Laws position has remained vacant all this time. For his loyal and leal service, Axel intends to make Stannis both Lord Paramount of the Stormlands and Master of Laws once this is all over. He also plans to let the man choose his own replacement as Master of Ships, because Stannis should know better than them who the best of his subordinates are.

Axel has already discussed this idea with Jon and his Hand has agreed that it sounds wise. Sure, Stannis might not be well liked by the Lords of Westeros… but he'd performed admirably in this war that wasn't a war. His loyalty, along with the way he turned the Royal Fleet towards shipping in food to King's Landing, had saved countless lives and deserved recognition and reward alike.

Of course, they're not planning to tell Stannis any of this until after the Trial is won. And Axel's certainly not about to tell Cersei either. Especially since even his lukewarm defense of the man provokes her into pulling away from his arms with a huff.

"Be careful not to be blinded by fools and sycophants, my very young King. They will all tell you what you want to hear, and make sure to reinforce what you want to believe. Someone like me who has nothing left to prove or aim for will tell you the truth. Keep that in mind."

Axel makes a face behind Cersei's back as she turns away from him, climbing off the bed. Really… did she think he didn't see through her? Sure, maybe the Queen Dowager didn't have anything left to prove, but it was obvious she still had things she wanted.

Her hatred for his uncles was especially clear, even if Axel didn't fully understand it. Still, she couldn't think that he would just execute Stannis on nothing but her suspicions… could she?

"You should prepare yourself for Renly to not take direct part in the Trial by the Seven as well."

Wait, what? That catches Axel off guard and makes him sit up, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"What do you mean? Of course he'll take part, his honor is on the line."

Cersei just scoffs, giving him a disappointed look.

"You think after everything that he's done, Renly Baratheon cares about his honor? The man is a sword swallower who, despite having never had any thoughts of being in line for the Iron Throne, clearly started plotting to take it for himself even before Robert was fully dead. More than that, he is soft and a coward. He won't fight because the Trial does not demand it of him. He'll have this 'Rainbow Guard' of his fight in his stead, the seven of them against you and whoever you pick."

That… hm, once again Axel is reminded that not EVERYTHING Cersei says is completely brainless. Certainly, it's almost all venomous, but she has SOME good ideas. And the more he thinks about it, the more Axel thinks that Cersei might be right. Of course, she's not done explaining exactly what she believes will happen tomorrow.

"When all is said and done, once you've won, Renly will either try to find a way to declare the Trial a farce and continue pushing for the Iron Throne, or he will surrender and offer to take the Black in exchange for his miserable life. You must gird yourself for either outcome, Axel. And no matter what, you must take his head. You cannot allow him to escape your clutches or he will only come back later, as I said before."

Right. One tidbit of useful information, followed by more insistence that he absolutely needs to make sure his uncles die by his hand. That was Cersei to the hilt, wasn't it? Truthfully, if it were in the Trial itself, Axel wouldn't mind killing Renly in one-on-one combat for the headache that the other man has given him with all this nonsense.

But afterwards? If Renly does surrender, if he does swear to take the Black… Axel would allow it. To do otherwise would be too close to Kinslaying for his taste.

His silence is telling apparently, because after a long moment Cersei just scoffs.

"It feels like nothing I say seems to get through that thick head of yours. If you're not going to listen, you might as well leave. You've already had your fill of me, clearly."

Well… she's not wrong. In the end, Axel wordlessly gets up and gets dressed, leaving Cersei's chambers with one final lingering glance in the Queen Dowager's direction.

On the one hand, he's grateful for the warning she's given him. Much like suggesting the Trial in the first place, he's pleased now that he can prepare himself for the likelihood of his uncle's cowardice. This way he won't be too surprised, nor will he make a fool of himself if Renly truly doesn't participate in the Trial on the day.

But on the other hand… Axel was beginning to think the deaths of the Queen Dowager's loved ones had done more damage to her mind than he'd previously suspected. Her sons, her husband, her brother. Too many deaths too close together had left her spiteful and lashing out.

Axel didn't know what to do about it, but now wasn't the time anyways. He had a Trial to win, after all. And with that victory… this entire damn war would finally come to an end. Hopefully ruling the peace would be easier.

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A/N: Axel continues to have Cersei's number. Poor Cersei, she just wants him to murder his uncles for her, is that really so much to ask in exchange for copious amounts of MILF pussy?

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