#Lancel Lannister

[ladystoneboobs]

westerosi ruling ladies/acknowledged heiresses outside of dorne, listed by region:

the north

lady jonelle cerwyn, lady of castle cerwyn after the murder of her younger brother, lord cley cerwyn, by ramsay snow. (cley did not long outlive their father, lord medger cerwyn, who died of his wounds as a pow at harrenhal, after fighting in roose bolton's host when tywin lannister defeated them on the green fork.) we first hear of lady jonelle when robb stark calls his banners and lord cerwyn means to bring his old maid daughter with him, and the next we hear of her is when asha greyjoy gets her letter from ramsay, co-signed by a lady cerwyn and lady dustin, among the other northern lords in the bolton camp. cerwyn men-at-arms and the cerwyn maester are noted with roose at wf, and presumably if their lady did go south with her father, she must have returned north in roose bolton's party.

lady barbrey ryswell dustin, widow of the late lord willam dustin, apparently the last of his line since no surviving male dustins are ever mentioned. the widow of barrowton rules in his place for the remainder of her lifetime, and (unlike poor lady hornwood) rules with power uncontested, as barrowton's closest neighbors are the ryswells, also her closest kin, father and brothers. however, without any children from the late lord dustin, unclear what would happen after lady barbrey dies.

lady lyessa flint, head of the branch of house flint of widow's watch. lady flint's son, robin flint, led their forces in robb stark's army and died with the king at the red wedding, but was not the head of house. lady flint is listed such in the appendices, and was said to be pregnant in acok, meaning she likely had a living husband at the time, but he goes unnamed as only her consort.

lady alys karstark, heir to her eldest brother lord harrion karstark of karhold (whose location and current status is unclear after being captured by the lannisters a 2nd time), following the deaths of their brothers in the battle of the whispering wood, and the execution of their father by king robb as a murderer and traitor. at jon snow's instigation she has taken sigorn, magnar of thenn, as her consort.

lady wynafryd manderly, elder granddaughter of lord wyman manderly of white harbor, by his son and heir ser wylis. should be the next heir to white harbor after her father, unless her parents should produce a son.

lady maege mormont of bear island, the only ruling lady listed here to also have a daughter as her heir. first this was dacey mormont, but after her murder at the red wedding, the new heir is second daughter alysanne aka aly the she-bear. but since aly told asha greyjoy she had a son as well as a daughter back home, that means there likely won't be a 3rd ruling lady in a row, as the mormonts may have a history of women warriors, but there's no sign they don't still practice male-preference primogeniture when there is a son to inherit. where the mormonts do step out of northern convention, however, is the ruling ladies fucking whoever they want without feeling the need for a husband and still naming their fatherless children mormonts, not snows, a practice rhaenyra targaryen would surely envy.

lady eddara tallhart, an heiress and then nominal ruler of torrhen's square, before the age of 10, after her elder brother benfred was killed by theon greyjoy's ironmen and then their father ser helman was killed when roose bolton sent him into an ambush at duskendale. listed as still a captive inside her family's seat, besieged by dagmer cleftjaw again, in the adwd appendix.

the riverlands

lady barbara bracken, eldest daughter of lord jonos bracken of stone hedge, who has multiple daughters by two of his three different wives, but no surviving sons.

lady amarei frey lannister, married to lancel lannister at castle darry as a granddaughter of a previous lord darry, then left to rule on her own after lancel abandoned her and repudiated their unconsummated marriage

lady eleanor mooton, eldest daughter of lord william mooton of maidenpool, listed as his heir in adwd appendix, at the time of her marriage to dickon tarly. (meaning presumably his sons mentioned in acok died during the war.)

lady carellen smallwood, (likely?) heir to acorn hall as the only known surviving child of lord and lady smallwood, whose only known son died years before.

lady liane vance, eldest daughter of lord karyl vance of house vance of wayfarer's rest, listed as his heir in the affc appendix

lady shella whent, last of the line of the whents of harrenhal, disposessed by tywin lannister, and allegedly dead by the time of affc, according to littlefinger. text is somewhat inconsistent on whether she or her husband inherited harrenhal, just as it's unknown what happened to all their children if they were the same whents hosting the tourney at harrenhal years before, nor even how they were related to minisa whent tully, the late lady of riverrun.

the vale

chella, daughter of cheyk, clan chief of the black ears

lady anya waynwood, lady of ironoaks, an older lady with multiple sons and grandsons still ruling in her own name, a formidable power in the vale, perhaps second only to the main branch of house royce as chief bannermen of house arryn

the westerlands

cersei lannister, lady of casterly rock as well as queen regent, following the murder of her father, lord tywin lannister, by her brother tyrion, an attainted traitor and fugitive, with her twin brother, jaime, unable to inherit as a knight of the kingsguard

lady alysanne lefford, lady of the golden tooth after lord leo lefford drowned in the battle of the fords against edmure tully's army. (whether the previous lord was her father, brother, or even uncle or cousin is unknown, all we know of her is her entry in the affc/adwd appendices after lord lefford's death in asos)

the reach

lady alysanne bulwer, the lady of blackcrown as the only known child of the late lord jon bulwer, frequently referred to as lady bulwer. (lady fatherslastname not being a style otherwise used with a lord's unmarried daughters, lady housesurname usually referring to a lord's wife using her husband's name). there is an inconsistency with taena merryweather telling cersei that there was talk of megga tyrell being betrothed to lady bulwer's brother (which a nondornish heiress cannot have and is not listed in any appendix), but this is either a mistake by grrm or misunderstanding by taena unless she's referring to an unknown brother of alysanne bulwer's mother, the last lady bulwer. (i'm taking multiple mentions of her as lady bulwer in sansa's pov over any gossip from taena.)

lady arwyn oakheart, lady of old oak, a widow with multiple grown sons who commanded her own forces in renly baratheon's army, even if she did not mean to fight on the field.

the crownlands

lady ermesande hayford, the last of the hayford line, a babe ruling in name only, married to the squire tyrek lannister before she was weaned, a husband now missing since his disappearence during the riot in kl on the day of princess myrcella's departure

the ladies tanda, falyse and lollys stokeworth, three would-be rulers of castle stokeworth dispossessed by the schemes of queen cersei and ser bronn of the blackwater. lady tanda ruled for years with falyse as her heir and younger daughter lollys as the only heir to the barren falyse, until such time as lollys was wed to bronn and lady tanda took a griveous fall from a horse. bronn started calling himself lord stokeworth when tanda and falyse were still alive, chasing off falyse after her husband attempted to kill him at cersei's behest. falyse died painfully in qyburn's dungeons, while tanda was left to die at castle stokeworth, making lollys even more a ruler in name only than baby lady hayford, as her husband is inside the castle with men loyal only to him, not to any stokeworth lady.

the stormlands

lady brienne of tarth, heir to lord selwyn tarth the evenstar of evenfall hall, as his only surviving child

lady mary mertyns, listed as lady of the mistwood in the adwd appendix

you'll notice the iron islands is the only (nondornish) region missing here. ofc they did have a possible heiress to pyke and all the isles but then asha greyjoy was soundly rejected as such at the kingsmoot after balon's death. the lack of other present-tl ruling ladies/acknowledged heirs afab may be down to this being the smallest region, aside from the crownlands. however, there are no historical ruling ladies in their section of the world book either, iirc.

AND there is another case of a possible heiress, again meaning asha, wrt harlaw. her uncle lord rodrik harlaw tried to dissaude her from the kingsmoot by offering to name her heir to his castle, while allowing a cousin to inherit all his other titles and power over the whole island of harlaw. but shouldn't asha have already been in line for all the harlaw lands and titles, above all the harlaw cousins? her aunt gwynesse's complaint of being the true heir as rodrik's elder sister may not work outside of dorne, but even on the nondornish mainland, a lord's sister (and therefore their children, ie asha) still come before a lord's uncles and cousins. isn't that the whole point of alys karstark's plight, that her older cousin had to marry her to try to claim her birthright? so the harlaw line of succession should go rodrik>gwynesse>alannys>asha before any cousins come into it.

that this would not be the case and that asha is only presented with the option of being lady of ten towers by doing homage to a cousin as her overlord for the whole island of harlaw suggests imo that the islands are particularly resistant to a woman as head of house, with all male kin following her in place of a patriarch. women may serve as castle stewards and the right sort may prove themselves as captains (not common, but not too rare either) but ruling on land, ruling over male kin, and fellow captains is a different matter. perhaps not too surprising from a people whose religon sees rape of foreign women as a key and holy part of their way of life. an ironwoman may not disapprove of her men doing so, but cannot fully participate without the cock to forcibly spread seed across the world. how can a captain who cannot fully perform manhood as the drowned god proscribes for his captains be rock king over any island, let alone all of them? in this light, balon's choice of asha as heir is even more radical, though likely it came not from a view of equality between the sexes but from a feeling that his own daughter was the very much singular special exception, more a son than greendlandized theon.

[daceytheshebear]

Thanks for articulating it @greenbloods

re: the discussion about karma in asoiaf, i think it's so fascinating that one of the things that damns cersei in the end is her relationship with lancel. lancel is so constantly treated as a joke by the lannister kids in the earlier books, as an unimportant person, that it would have been easy for george to push him out of the narrative as soon as he outlasted his usefulness after the battle of blackwater bay. but the narrative cares about lancel, cares about his emotional state, about his victimization. it doesnt treat the fact that he was exploited by cersei as a vulnerable 16 year old as a joke like the other characters do.

the fact that lancel turns to the faith of the seven as a way to make sense of his trauma falls in line with how aeron and mel do the same for their own griefs, and the way that theon seems to turn to the old gods in the godswood after his own treatment--the physical descriptions of lancel and theon are strikingly similar. lancel and aeron and theon all seem to be aged severely by their trauma (while mel is the opposite, appearing youthful despite being the oldest living character of them all)

[the-fiction-witch]

Satisfied

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Lancel Lannister Couple - Lancel X Reader Reader - Y/n (Wife) Rating - 18+ (BJ / Full sex/ Raw Sex) Word Count - 895

Initially, he had vehemently protested his uncle's decision to send him away to take on the responsibilities of lordship at the tiny, insignificant keep of Darry. Anger had surged within him at the thought of being uprooted from his familiar life in the bustling capital, and the prospect of marrying a stranger, a girl from the Riverlands, felt like a punishment. He had kicked up such a fuss about it, appealing to his father with desperation, and even pleading with Cersei to intervene on his behalf.

However, Darry Castle, nestled among rolling hills with views that stretched across the shimmering waters of the Trident, embraced him with a warmth he had not anticipated. The castle exuded a sense of quaint charm. Though the taxes imposed on the smallfolk were high, the steady flow of travellers and merchants invigorated the local economy, ensuring that the lord's larder was always filled with a bounty of fresh produce, hearty meats, and exquisite wines that delighted his palate.

Most importantly, his new wife was everything he could have wished for and more, a vision of beauty with lively eyes and a joyful spirit that lit up the castle. She treated him with a fondness and adoration that made each day feel like a celebration. With her by his side, Lancel realized that the tiny keep of Darry was not just a duty bestowed upon him, it had become a sanctuary where he could thrive and finally find happiness.

Lancel lay in his bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.

Y/n laid her head on Lancel’s chest, her stomach against the bed and her feet kicking the air softly, her fingers playing with the small trail of blonde chest hair on his sternum. Both of them were completely naked, and coated in sweat from their three prior sessions, but that was fairly normal for their evenings.

Lancel wrapped his arms around Y/n a little tighter, "You… Are a wild woman." He chuckled.

"Is my lord husband satisfied?"

Lancel let out a pleased growl. Pressing a warm kiss on her forehead. "Satisfied… is a word," Lancel smirked at her. His hand rubbing up and down her sides. "You have a talent for draining me of energy… you insatiable woman."

Y/n giggled and began to pepper kisses down his chest,

Lancel leaned back, his head resting against the pillow behind him. His eyes shut in pleasure as her lips found his chest and stomach and down his hips. When her tongue found his soft cock, he let out a gasp. "Careful… I might… be… too… spent."

"hummm no such thing." she cooed as she lapped and kissed all over his soft cock,

Lancel felt himself harden under her attention. As much as his body protested, his body was a little more cooperative. He watched her work intently, his breath heavier and shallower by the moment. "I'm… you'll break me if you keep this up."

Y/n smiled as soon as Lancel was at his full stiffness and climbed up and Into his lap, giving him very little choice about starting their fourth session, she adjusted them herself letting him slip back as deep as he had all previous times and she began to bounce. Rolling her head on her shoulders as her hair cascaded down over her, and her naked body moved shamelessly and efficiently to pleasure them both.

Lancel didn't have the energy to resist her. Even if he did, he didn’t want to. "Damn it… you're… you're going to be the death of me." Lancel gripped her hips. "Slow down. Slow down."

She whined but slowed down keeping her movements slow and steady,

Lancel started pumping his hips to match her rhythm, feeling the sweat on his body forming again. He was helpless in her hands, her thighs. He let out a moan as his thrusts started to grow in intensity. The bed rocked back and forth, the headboard tapping the wall at an almost rhythmic beat. "Y/n… I'm… I'm so close."

She moaned and eagerly sped up resting her hands on his stomach as she bounced and grinded,

Lancel grabbed onto her thighs, his fingers digging into her skin. He started to lose control of his pace as he desperately tried to hold on. "I'm… I'm… I'm… Oh, gods." His eyes rolled back. And he let out a roar of pleasure as he buried his seed as deep as he possibly could, his jaw falling slack and his body trembling with the strength of his release.

She squealed making sure to keep every drop inside her, she slowed to a stop leaning down to kiss his lips but not climbing down letting him stay inside her, "Umm happy hubby?"

Lancel’s limbs were limp and chest heaving. Breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat. He lazily wrapped his arms around her and smiled at her. "Yes… extremely happy. And exhausted. Are you satisfied now?"

She shrugged,

Lancel laughed and lightly smacked her ass for her cheeky answer. "Insatiable." He growled, holding her waist as he flipped them over onto her back,

“You love me.” she teased,

“Humm I do, I adore you my darling.” He cooed, kissing her lips and pinning her down ready to start session five.

[kudriaken]

House Lannister. My fanart series for the Great Houses from the ASOIAF. I wanted to make this for the longest time.

[lopata-four]

Comm with Lancel Lannister ❤️

[vesper-the-solitaire]

House Lannister

House Lannister of Casterly Rock

«The Lannisters never declined, graciously or otherwise. The Lannisters took what was offered», Tyrion Lannister

«There is no limit to Lannister pride or Lannister ambition», Catelyn Stark

«A Lannister always pays his debts», Tyrion Lannister

«No man sheds Lannister blood with impunity», Tywin Lannister

[melrosing]

thinking about how lancel, in trying to become Jaime, actually kind of did! he was manipulated into a role too big for him to truly reckon with, got lost in the corruption of court, became a pawn for powers greater than himself, and in finally wresting himself from those hands he simply sank deeper into his own trauma and turned his back on everything else just to wallow in it all. in fact I think loras and lancel are the past selves that kind of book end Jaime’s arc that spans his return to KL in ASOS and his travels through the Riverlands in AFFC. Loras is kind of a flattering projection of self: he’s strong, beautiful, as good as he thinks he is and sure of himself. Lancel, on the other end of his trials, is essentially the opposite. he’s weak, cowed, tormented and terrified. but they both make up the person Jaime was on that bridge from boyhood to manhood and he has to reckon w both to truly grow from them

[kooryoin]

the thing I enjoy the most while reading AFFC is probably house lannister's family drama

cersei is going insane, tyrion is missing, lancel becomes a religious freak, kevan is done with all this bullshit while genna and jaime gossip together in riverrun.

they're all so unhinged, love their family dynamics

[atopvisenyashill]

#joannalannister theorizes dancy is one of tywin's bastards and it's possible#although grrm forgetting her haircolor between books may be an issue there. otoh she did go from red to blonde so maybe not lol

Fancasts From Atop Visenya’s Hill

-> Nell Hudson as Dancy, a worker at Chataya’s

Tyrion had no doubt that Dancy would be a lively handful. She was pug-nosed and bouncy, with freckles and a mane of thick red hair that tumbled down past her waist.

[daenystheedreamer]

sansa and lancel and kindness

[ladystoneboobs]

Ser Jaime Lannister was twin to Queen Cersei; tall and golden, with flashing green eyes and a smile that cut like a knife. He wore crimson silk, high black boots, a black satin cloak. -Jon I, aGoT

The queen wore a high-collared black silk gown, with a hundred dark red rubies sewn into her bodice, covering her from neck to bosom. -Sansa IV, aGoT

Joff wore plush black velvets slashed with crimson, a shimmering cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar, and on his head a golden crown crusted with rubies and black diamonds. -Sansa V, aGoT

His queen mother stood beside him in a black mourning gown slashed with crimson, a veil of black diamonds in her hair. -Arya V, aGoT

[Tyrion's] doublet was black velvet covered with golden studs in the shape of lions' heads, the chain a loop of solid gold hands, the fingers of each clasping the wrist of the next. Pod brought him a cloak of crimson silk fringed in gold, cut to his height. -Tyrion III, aCoK

Lancel was pacing before the ashes of the hearth, garbed in slashed red velvet with black silk undersleeves, a jeweled dagger and a gilded scabbard hanging from his swordbelt. -Tyrion VII, aCoK

King Joffrey sat above them all, amongst the blades and barbs of the Iron Throne. He was in crimson samite, his black mantle studded with rubies, on his head his heavy golden crown. -Sansa VIII, aCoK

Tyrion looked over his wardrobe, and chose a pair of tight satin breeches in Lannister crimson and his best doublet, the heavy black velvet with the lion's head studs. -Tyrion II, aSoS

Tyrion wore a doublet of black velvet covered with golden scrollwork, thigh-high boots that added three inches to his height, a chain of rubies and lions' heads. -Sansa III, aSoS

He[Tyrion] inspected his new doublet, crimson velvet with padded shoulders and puffed sleeves slashed to show the black satin underlining. A handsome garment. -Tyrion VIII, aSoS

Joffrey wore striped black-and-crimson breeches and a cloth-of-gold doublet with black satin sleeves and onyx studs. -Tyrion VIII, aSoS

The candlelight woke fires in the rubies that decorated the bodice of Cersei's mourning dress as well. -Jaime VII, aSoS

When he descended for the feast that night, Jaime Lannister wore a doublet of red velvet slashed with cloth-of-gold, and a golden chain studded with black diamonds. -Jaime IV, aFfC

that's 13, count 'em, it's 13, instances of Lannisters in Targ colors. 2 for slayer of the last dragonking but also proud sisterfucker Jaime, 3 for incestuous Mad Queen Cersei, 3 for incest abomination cruel tyrant Joffrey, 4 for Tyrion, the dwarf who dreamed of dragonriding, and even 1 for Lancel actually in Targ-cosplay-by-proxy in his Jaime cosplay, possibly picked out by Cersei. (Yes, black is also a Baratheon color, so it makes sense that Joffrey, offficially a Baratheon king, would wear red, gold, and black for Lannister and Baratheon, but Jaime, Tyrion, and Lancel have no such reason to wear a black cloak, black doublets, black sleeves, etc. And while Targaryen red isn't meant to be the exact same as Lannister crimson, they're similar enough that both Houses make good uses of rubies, whether it be Rhaegar's armor or Joffrey's crown or the hilts and scabbards of Widow's Wail and Oathkeeper, so that Cersei's mourning dress isn't even an obvious Rhaegar reference.)

[aeriondripflame]

[the-fiction-witch]

Don't pout my little doe, you can have your lion later

Media Game Of Thrones

Character Lanncel Lannister

Couple Lancel X Reader (Baratheon - Daughter of Robert and Ceresi Dark Baratheon Hair)

Rating SMUT AF

I sat inside the litter, on the soft silk pillow the curtains closed at the sides to keep concealed from passers-by. The sweet fabrics and cushions around me as I sat in my little shoes and sweet yellow and black dress. The litter moved and bustled a little as it slowly moved through the king's landing streets as the caravan of royals moved from the sept back to the red keep. It was far too dangerous for any of us to be walking these streets so the litters kept all of us hidden and safe. 

I looked across the litter where the familiar body sat, thin and tall with long Lannister blonde locks, his fine lion-littered clothes red and gold clothes with his sword by his side his hand on the hilt as if he was prepared at any second to use it. I blushed slightly and looked away before he noticed me looking but I saw his own eyes flick to me. Lancel Lannister, he had been squire to my father King Robert Baratheon, and my father had insisted that in the event of his death his squire was to become my protector. Which was sweet of him, I unlike my siblings had a decent relationship with my father even if that meant my mother despised me. I suppose that's why my mother never protested about it, I think she knew Lancel had never seen battle and while skilled he was not really up to the level a princess' protector should be but I think it was her way of keeping us both out of her way. 

We met eyes for a moment across the litter and we both tried to hide our smiles, we both knew something... was between us but we knew such a matter could not be pursued. He was my protector and nothing more even if I wanted him to be. But I knew our families would rage at us if anything was to be revealed about us. We were technically second cousins but by Westeros law that meant very little as even first cousins can marry in Westeros without much of an eyebrow being raised. But still I knew my mother hated me and would not allow us to be together even if we wanted to be. 

He looked at me as I looked away his eyes lingered on my Baratheon yellow dress, on my dark hair. I looked like my father like a Baratheon which I assume was part of what my father loved and my mother hated about me given I looked nothing like my blonde slender siblings, joffery, Marcella and Tommen. I suppose they looked like Lannisters and I a Baratheon. But Lancel's eyes lingered but he shook his head away as if shaking off his thoughts. 

But as we stopped I briefly looked out the window seeing we had not yet returned to the red keep I'm sure we must have stopped for one reason or another so I didn't ask, but as Lancel and I met eyes again I blushed and hatched an idea to occupy our time.

"Lancel?" I spoke up,

"Yes, princess?" He looked at me with a sweet smile, 

"could I?" I innocently asked,

"Could you what princess?" He raised an eyebrow looking at me curiously but with a sly smile as he knew what I wanted but enjoyed the tease, 

"What I usually do," I blushed, "When we're alone..."

He bit his lip a little but nodded, "As you wish my princess."

I giggled and quickly hopped over to his side I sat myself on his thigh as he moved his sword to the side, I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled my head onto his shoulder and chest feeling his warm body and the softness of his clothes, he quickly wrapped an arm around my waist to bump me closer to him, I giggled and plaid with his hair as he stroked my back I rather felt naughty to be doing such a thing I knew I shouldn't and because I knew this position was what many girls would do to a lord of higher born then themselves which... asmused me in my own way. 

"Hi lancel," I giggled as he pulled me so our noses touched, 

He smirked and stroked my dress whispering against my lips "Hello princess." 

"I like when you look after me, it means I get cuddles," I giggled,

"Humm I like cuddles with you very much princess. really I like anything we do together, but especially when were... alone together." 

I smiled and gave his neck some small kisses, "When we return to the red keep, will you come cuddle in my room?"

".... I think that would be an excellent idea, Princess." He cooed as he stroked my jaw and held my chin to prevent my kisses, "I would love to have a cuddle alone in your room." he whispered against my lips, 

I tried to kiss his neck again but he pulled on my hair to stop me and gave my ass a firm smack making me only giggle more. 

"Lancel?"

"Yes, princess?" He smirked kissing my neck softly, 

"When we cuddle in my room..."

"Yes?"

"Will we play... the quiet game?"

"Humm the quiet game? you know I want to play anything with you princess but are you sure? you always lose the quiet game." he smirked nibbling my neck,

"I know, but I like to play." 

"I know you do," He smirked, "How about... we play hunt instead?"

"We can?"

"I think so, I think you'd love a game of hunt." He whispered in my ear, "Are you ready princess?"

I nodded and he bit his lip his hand on my hip, 

"Close your eyes." he demanded his tone breathy,

I giggled and closed my eyes he then pressed little kisses down my chest towards my dress but I peaked opening one eye, he saw me and growled 

"ah ah ah, you took a wrong step now the lions gonna bite the little doe," He smirked as he sunk his teeth into my neck tugging at my skin making me squeal and kick my feet,

"Noooo! I didn't mean to,"

He pulled back and fixed some hair behind my ear, "Open your mouth princess." he demanded, I blushed but opened my mouth as wide as I could his thumb moved to stroke my bottom lip, "Tounge out." He demanded so I playfully forced my tongue out as far as I could, He smirked and ran his hands over my dress as I sat on his leg keeping me sat for a good while like this, "Humm getting tired yet princess?"

I shook my head even if my mouth was tried, he moved his fingers close stroking my lips,

"suck." he demanded so I did as he asked and took his index and middle finger into my mouth sucking them and licking them making sure to keep eye contact as I did, which forced a low groan, "ummm such a good little princess," he cooed his palm resting on my chin to hold my face as his fingers moved to thrust inside my mouth leaving me to have to move my head to keep his fingers in my mouth and to keep sucking until he pulled his fingers out completely. "You know, Princess, I think that you are just a bit too tightly wound. I will loosen you up... I think your outfit is too much, and I want it off of you. What do you think, Princess? Should I take off your dress?"

"Lancel.. someone might-"

"No one will see," he smirked as he unlaced my dress front, "Keep quiet for me princess,"

I nodded as he tugged at my dress gently at first but the more he unlaced the more eager he got almost ripping my dress until it was unlaced to my waist and he pushed back the soft yellow fabric to reveal my bare breasts but keeping it on my shoulders he bit his lip hard as he looked at my exposed body his hand came and stroked my neck and down my chest fondling my breasts as he went, "How does that feel princess? Do you like the feeling of my hand against your skin?" he smirked and I nodded, "Hummm such a good little princess. such a good little doe for her lion," he cooed, as his hand came to my breast still slick from my sucking a she rubbed on my nipple to harden it moving his index and middle finger back and forth over my right nipple forcing it to get hard for his attention as well as causing me to whine and squirm on his lap,

"Uhhh Lancel..." I whined, 

"Ah ah ah I said quiet princess." he smirked biting my neck harder than before grabbing my breast in his hand fondling and groping me as I sat on his thigh, "Ummm I love playing with your fucking tits." he smirked, moving both hands to grope and squeeze,

"Ahhh Lancel!" I squealed,

"Humm what about quiet don't you understand?" He smirked biting my neck even harder as he did I whined and stroked his clothes as I squeezed my legs together feeling myself get wetter for his rubbing and groping, "oh. That's why?" He growled forcing my dress up to stroke my bare thigh he slapped my ass again before he stroked my pussy, "Awww so wet princess."

"Uhh Lancel..." I whined,

"This what you want? this what you want princess?"

"Yes..."

"Humm really? Is this what you want? Do you want my fingers inside you? You want me to finger your cute little pussy princess?" 

"Yes. Please lancel..." 

"Awww you are adorable," he cooed, "say it."

"I-"

"Say it my little doe."

"I want your fingers inside my pussy lancel... please... devour your doe my lion."

"That's better." he smirked forcing my dress off me completely leaving me naked on his lap tapped my thigh and I happily opened them," Aww such a good princess," he cooed as his hand moved to slip his index and middle finger inside me his thumb rubbing my clit making me squeal and scream as he kissed me to keep me quiet as he thrusted his fingers hard and rubbed on my clit the same pace as his other hand rubbed on my nipple, we kissed making out heavily often moaning into each others mouths as his hands pleasured me endlessly. I knew I was close but he didn't stop instead He pulled back with a groan and smirked at me, "On your knees. suck my cock. Now princess." He demanded, I blushed as he moved his hand back but I did as he asked moving to my knees and unlacing his trousers taking his hard cock in my hand and sucking it as mercilessly as he had fingered me I could feel the litter below my knees knowing we were moving again but I didn't care to stop he threw his head back and often tugged my hair until we felt the unmistakable feeling of the litter being set on the ground, we quickly pulled back and peaked out seeing we had now returned to the red keep, "Shit-" He muttered fixing himself,

"Lancel..." I whine in desperation, 

"I know princess, I know." he muttered clearly desperate too but he handed me my dress and helping me to relace it, "Come on, we'll deal with the nonsense and continue up in your room, alright princess?"

"Alright," I pouted, 

"Don't pout my little doe, you can have your lion later," he said,

"All of my lion?" I begged,

"Every single bit of me my princess." he cooed biting my neck playfully before giving my lips a kiss and my ass a slap so we both sighed and climbed out to return to business like nothing had happened. 

[cruciomee]

Cersei Lannister convincing her cousin Lancel Lannister to replace Robert's wine with strongwine

A gift piece for LancelMarina

[melrosing]

Do you consider what Cersei does to Lancel SA

talked about in more detail here but tl;dr unambiguously yes. it’s one of the strongest portrayals in the series of grooming, abuse and trauma, and I really don’t think people would consistently struggle to identify it as such if the genders were reversed.