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“No, not like that, her grace doesn’t like it when you splash it on the floor,” Taena took the jug of scalding hot water out of the hands of the nervous serving girl. “Let me do it, and get something to clean it up.”
The water was near boiling, as she had instructed. Cersei was meeting with someone, one of the Kettleblacks, she thought, and wouldn’t be back until the Hour of the Owl. Taena gingerly poured the hot water about half way up the Queen’s porphyry tub and stuck a toe in to check. She added another jug as the girl scrubbed wet floor tiles with a towel.
“Anything else, my lady?” As Taena had spent more time with Cersei, her coterie of maids had become more deferential to her. Why not?, Taena thought, Am I not her grace’s wife in all but name? Queen consort? She smiled to herself. It had been similar among Orton’s servants at Longtable, first she was practically one of them, and they treated her with upturned noses and unsubtle jealousy, now they treated her with downcast eyes and reverent tones. But servants of all sorts feared Cersei as no one had feared Orton, and what had been polite formality at Longtable had become a sort of reverent pampering in the Red Keep. Voices were quick, looks were grateful and she was never refused. Taena, unlike her lover, did attempt to rule their hearts with love not fear, it was known throughout the castle how many washerwomen and cooks and scullery maids she had saved from lashings and worse. However, if Taena ever was refused…well, a lioness still has claws.
“Just some lavender oil for the bath, I think, and a flagon of hippocras. Her grace will want some before she sleeps.” The girl nodded and turned to go, “And some soft cheese, bread and Dornish olives, the ones with hot peppers and peppercorns? Thank you…Jeyne.” The servant left without a word. Taena thought her name was Jeyne, it was at least an admirable guess, half of Westerosi women with freckles and curly brown hair were called something like that, either a Jeyne or an Alys or maybe a Maddy…Taena was forgetting. She had once made a point to learn the names of Cersei’s servants, but of late, she had been quite distracted. Besides, Taena thought, the only reason Cersei ever bothered to learn them was to deal out some kind of punishment.
Taena removed herself from her garments of purple silk and put on a simple linen nightrobe. It had been one of Cersei’s, decorated with cloth of gold lions and snug around Taena’s hips. She knew it pleased Cersei when she wore it to bed, she would trace the lions over her nipples and whisper sweet phrases about Taena being her Lady Lannister…or cruel phrases about Taena being her bed-defiling whore. Taena didn’t care which she chose, both made her wet.
When Jeyne returned, she splashed a small bit of the fragrant oil into the water, lighting scented candles smelling of autumn flowers and sweet herbs, and set a table next to the bath for Cersei with the cheese and olives, the flagon and two silver goblets for their hippocras. Taena was rarely in her cups like Cersei, but she enjoyed sipping hippocras while they bathed. The scent of the herbs and spices made her think of her Queen, the smell of it on her breath when she’d clutched her amidst the Sparrows, the dribble of it running down her chin onto her breasts when she had first seen her nude, the way her voice would get lower and her jests and teases raunchier after she’d had a couple cups. Oh, your grace… Taena glanced about nervously, as if someone would catch her, and collapsed on the bed, untying the night gown and revealing her breasts, belly and upper thighs to the cool night air. She lay back and slid her fingers into her wet cunt thinking about Cersei’s touch, Cersei’s breasts, Cersei’s wicked grins and mocking tones. She bit her lip. Doing it herself wasn’t the same as Cersei doing it for her, but if she pinched her dark nipple just right and slid in a third finger. She let out a gentle grunt and gasped as she felt pleasure rising in her body…
…before a door slammed. Taena whipped a woolen blanket over her half nude body, afraid it was a servant catching her in the act, but the clear laugh and gentle snort told her it was the one person she wanted to see her touching herself.
Still, Taena felt redness rising in her cheeks, before pulling off the blanket. “Y..your grace, I trust your...meetings went…well…”
Cersei’s eyes were tired but her lips were smiling, “They didn’t, Lady Taena, but seeing you has vastly improved my spirits.” Cersei grabbed Taena’s thigh and jiggled it, spreading them open a bit. “It never fails to astonishment what an sinful, insatiable creature you are. By the gods, Taena, I was merely coming up the stairs and you couldn’t wait even that long before touching yourself? Is that all you do when I’m not around?” Cersei’s green eyes flashed and she turned for Cersei to unlace her tight green dress.
“No, your grace, though I would if it pleased you…but I had your bath prepared before I…”
“I can see that. Thank you, my lady, I know you would do just about anything if it pleased me.” Taena unlaced the gown and tore the velvet from Cersei’s smooth soft shoulders.
“You know me well.” Taena softly smiled and stood, pushing the dress down Cersei’s plush thighs and tossing it aside. Cersei gave Taena’s behind a smack and pushed her towards the tub. Taena disrobed but argued, “You won’t get very clean with both of us in there, the tub is far too small.” She poured Cersei a full cup of hippocras and let her drink in her curves as she began to sip.
“Mayhaps you're right, Taena. You bathe first, I’ll follow. I think it still is bit too hot for my tastes, and you’ve perfumed it too much.” She grabbed Taena’s wrist and helped her into the tub, letting the Myrish woman settle at the bottom and froth up some gentle bubbles before holding her breath and submerging herself. As Taena opened her eyes and shook her long wet hair, she was greeted with the sight of Cersei’s behind on top of her. “Your grace!” She exclaimed, but she couldn’t stop Cersei pressing herself atop her in the tub, her golden curls covering Taena’s face and wide hips and behind directly pushing into her lap. Water sloshed over the side and Cersei laughed.
“Are you in discomfort, Lady Taena?” She said, gleefully mocking her lover.
“No…I…am quite comfortable.” She brushed Cersei’s long hair out of her face, gently planting kisses on her white neck and pulling Cersei’s lap into her own. She ran her fingers down the Queen’s face, gently cupping her breasts and playing with her nipple. “Even if I do wish the tub was a bit larger…”
“Mm, perhaps one day, I’ll build you a vast bathhouse across the river. I’ve long dreamed of erected a grand white palace on the southern bank, away from this festering shithole of a city…” Cersei moaned as Taena stimulated her perfect pink nipples, her breasts gently wobbling with her touch. “I’d build you your own Water Gardens, like the one the Dornish prince built for his Targaryen princess…you could bathe with spices and perfumes and flowers, and await my pleasure…” Taena bit her lip thinking of it. It was a foolish thought of Cersei to abandon the symbols of power to construct the grand palace of her own homeland’s magisters, but Taena did like the idea of it being dedicated to her… the Queen consort…she’d let me bring architects from Myr, there’d be open spaces and fresh air and frescos and mosaics…
“It’s a shame the water prevents me from knowing how wet you are, Lady Taena…” Cersei reached between her own thighs to pinch Taena’s, “I know nothing excites you more than the thought of being my queen…”
“Only pleasuring you brings me more of a thrill, your grace…” Taena gently pushed her hand down Cersei’s middle, stroking the wet hairs of her golden bush beneath the perfumed water.
“If you ever want to be Queen, you must do your duty, Taena of Myr…” She took a sip of hippocras and spread apart her thighs as far as she could in the confines of the tub. Taena pushed her fingers further down, past her bush to gently rub at the Queen’s clit.
Cersei bit her lip and moaned loudly. “You are good at this,” she half grunted, “no wonder I catch you doing it so often.” Taena flushed but worked her fingers quicker, the water rippling with each tug of her hand. Cersei began panting, draining her cup of hippocras and gently bucking her hips, her heavy behind bouncing against Taena’s thighs. “Fuck me, you’re such a whore…” Cersei growled, “how could I let a little hussy like you be queen…”
Taena whispered, “Because no one is better at pleasuring the King…” Cersei nodded, kicking against the side of the tub, “That is an important qualification…you are wise in your own way, for a slut…” Taena felt her own loins stir at the Queen’s mockery and began greedily kissing the back of her neck, using her other hand to play with Cersei’s nipples again. Cersei began to moan, her whole body shuddering.
“Fuck…” She half gasped as she neared orgasm, “you are a good queen…a good wife…” She bucked her hips again into Taena, more water splashing about as she gripped the lip of the tub as Taena finished with her lower lips. The Queen moaned and sank back into Taena’s lap, letting out gasps of pleasure as she finished.
“It’s a shame I can’t lap it up afterwards…” Taena said, wrapping her arms around Cersei’s waist and kissing her cheek.
“Well, you could always drink the water.” Taena grew red again and Cersei laughed, “You thought about it for a moment, didn’t you? You’re ridiculous.”
Taena tried to stammer a response but Cersei continued giggling, pulling herself out of the tub and wrapping herself in a fluffy cotton towel. “But your grace, you hardly cleaned yourself..” Taena said, her eyes pleading to return to the bath with her.
“Mmn, I feel quite refreshed, but the water is still warm, mayhaps I’ll return to it.” She poured herself more wine and tore off a chunk of soft cheese, licking it off her fingers slowly, letting Taena see her tongue lap at the sticky white remains. Taena forgot what the queen was replying too. “I just wanted to eat something, and if we were to remain in the bath together, I’d drown in the attempt. A sad end to a short reign.” Cersei grabbed Taena’s wrist and tugged her out of the bath, tossing the towel at her. Taena grinned and patted her thick, dark curves dry, fluffing up her sopping wet black hair and letting Cersei push her to the bed.
Cersei spread apart Taena’s thighs and Myrish woman moaned simply from her touch. Taena gasped as the Queen’s lips lingered on her thick wet bush before moving to her own lower lips, lapping hungrily at her, eager and forceful.
Moments later, clutching the sheets and screaming in Myrish, Taena herself felt quite refreshed. She nuzzled against Cersei’s soft, lavender-scented skin. "Now are you clean?” Cersei asked.
“Very clean.”