ASoIaF Kink for Kink Exchange - Day 1
To: Lady Sunflower
From: Kailee
Title: Affinity
Rating: R
Pairing: Cersei/Sansa
Summary: Based on the request "Cersei makes Sansa strip and masturbate for her viewing pleasure. Drinking and playing with (red) wine is also nice. Do not want: Tears"
Warnings: voyeurism, female solo, underage
It was their little secret.
It started as a simple luncheon invitation for one's sister-by-marriage. The first invitation was followed by another for a dinner and soon enough, Sansa Lannister was known to be in Queen Cersei's good graces.
Many pitied her, thinking she was so starved for kindness and affection she was letting herself be used by the Queen as a pawn against the Queen's youngest brother, who was not very happy with his sister and the game she played with his wife.
The truth was completely different, of course.
Cersei lounged on her bed, holding a cup of red wine in her right hand. Sansa was by the table, pouring herself the Dornish sour, which had become her favourite. When she moved to join the Queen on the bed, Cersei held out a hand to stop her.
"Stay right there, dear."
Sansa obeyed, but looked uncertain.
"Don't look so scared now." Cersei smiled, finishing her cup and extending it towards Sansa. "Give me yours and then strip."
Sansa relaxed as she realized just what kind of game Cersei wanted to play. She took the empty cup away and handed hers over and then she came back, doing exactly as Cersei had asked.
The simple ties on her dress were quick to unravel and she shrugged off the colourful garment, letting it pool by her feet. She then grasped the bottom of her shift, pulling it up and over her head. Her smallclothes were the last to come off and her long, unbound hair remained her only coverage. Cersei smiled over the rim of her cup.
"Wonderful," she said as she looked Sansa over. "Do you remember our last talk? About pleasing yourself?"
"Yes, Your Grace," Sansa replied quietly.
"Show me how much you remember," Cersei told her and sat up straighter so she would have a good view. Sansa's face flushed but she didn't hesitate. She raised her hands to her breasts, cupping them gently, spreading her fingers and brushing the thumbs against her nipples. She sighed and did it again, the sensitive peaks hardening and the area around them darkening. Sansa could feel those strange feelings that had awakened in her recently growing stronger, small bolts of something like anxiety but not quite passing from her breasts to her lower abdomen. She shifted in place, her thighs rubbing together at the motion and she gave a louder cry.
"Good," Cersei's voice caught Sansa's attention and she looked over to see that the Queen had put away the empty cup and had one of her hands under her gown, moving slowly. The remainder had Sansa moving her right hand down in between her own legs and into that special place where the pleasure was the most concentrated.
She moved her legs more apart and her fingers easily slid through her moist curls. She pressed at the small bump at the beginning of her slit and the feelings in her abdomen spread rapidly across her entire body. It felt like a flush, her skin almost tingling with it and Sansa pressed on, rubbing and soothing in turns, the hand left at her breasts clutching and releasing, pressing down and kneading.
She knew that the sounds she was making were unladylike but so were her actions and the Queen smiled at her and approved and she, too, was flushed and Sansa took that sight in before closing her eyes and pushing her hand further in between her legs, into that opening that was so warm and tight and wet and she shuddered, falling to her knees as her legs shook too badly to keep her upright.
"Beautiful," the Queen's voice was low and pleased and Sansa smiled and opened her eyes. Cersei had her hand extended and Sansa took it, letting herself be pulled on the bed and curling next to the Queen who handed her another cup and took one for herself, both of them enjoying their favourite taste.
From: Kailee
Title: Affinity
Rating: R
Pairing: Cersei/Sansa
Summary: Based on the request "Cersei makes Sansa strip and masturbate for her viewing pleasure. Drinking and playing with (red) wine is also nice. Do not want: Tears"
Warnings: voyeurism, female solo, underage
It was their little secret.
It started as a simple luncheon invitation for one's sister-by-marriage. The first invitation was followed by another for a dinner and soon enough, Sansa Lannister was known to be in Queen Cersei's good graces.
Many pitied her, thinking she was so starved for kindness and affection she was letting herself be used by the Queen as a pawn against the Queen's youngest brother, who was not very happy with his sister and the game she played with his wife.
The truth was completely different, of course.
Cersei lounged on her bed, holding a cup of red wine in her right hand. Sansa was by the table, pouring herself the Dornish sour, which had become her favourite. When she moved to join the Queen on the bed, Cersei held out a hand to stop her.
"Stay right there, dear."
Sansa obeyed, but looked uncertain.
"Don't look so scared now." Cersei smiled, finishing her cup and extending it towards Sansa. "Give me yours and then strip."
Sansa relaxed as she realized just what kind of game Cersei wanted to play. She took the empty cup away and handed hers over and then she came back, doing exactly as Cersei had asked.
The simple ties on her dress were quick to unravel and she shrugged off the colourful garment, letting it pool by her feet. She then grasped the bottom of her shift, pulling it up and over her head. Her smallclothes were the last to come off and her long, unbound hair remained her only coverage. Cersei smiled over the rim of her cup.
"Wonderful," she said as she looked Sansa over. "Do you remember our last talk? About pleasing yourself?"
"Yes, Your Grace," Sansa replied quietly.
"Show me how much you remember," Cersei told her and sat up straighter so she would have a good view. Sansa's face flushed but she didn't hesitate. She raised her hands to her breasts, cupping them gently, spreading her fingers and brushing the thumbs against her nipples. She sighed and did it again, the sensitive peaks hardening and the area around them darkening. Sansa could feel those strange feelings that had awakened in her recently growing stronger, small bolts of something like anxiety but not quite passing from her breasts to her lower abdomen. She shifted in place, her thighs rubbing together at the motion and she gave a louder cry.
"Good," Cersei's voice caught Sansa's attention and she looked over to see that the Queen had put away the empty cup and had one of her hands under her gown, moving slowly. The remainder had Sansa moving her right hand down in between her own legs and into that special place where the pleasure was the most concentrated.
She moved her legs more apart and her fingers easily slid through her moist curls. She pressed at the small bump at the beginning of her slit and the feelings in her abdomen spread rapidly across her entire body. It felt like a flush, her skin almost tingling with it and Sansa pressed on, rubbing and soothing in turns, the hand left at her breasts clutching and releasing, pressing down and kneading.
She knew that the sounds she was making were unladylike but so were her actions and the Queen smiled at her and approved and she, too, was flushed and Sansa took that sight in before closing her eyes and pushing her hand further in between her legs, into that opening that was so warm and tight and wet and she shuddered, falling to her knees as her legs shook too badly to keep her upright.
"Beautiful," the Queen's voice was low and pleased and Sansa smiled and opened her eyes. Cersei had her hand extended and Sansa took it, letting herself be pulled on the bed and curling next to the Queen who handed her another cup and took one for herself, both of them enjoying their favourite taste.